“'Ah, you're finally awake, dear,' Mom exclaimed. 'It's almost half past ten.'
“She took the thermometer out of the water-glass, shook it, and put it in my mouth. She felt my forehead with her cool hand. 'You're still running quite a fever,' she murmured. Then, taking the thermometer out, 'Yes, as I thought. It's still up, about a hundred and two.'
“'Does that mean that you're going to give me another enema?'
“'If you'd like me to.'
“'Yes, Mom, I would.'
“'Would-you like me to give it to you right here in bed, or in the bathroom like before?'
“'I think in the bathroom. I like taking it bending over.'
“'Okay,' she said softly. 'I like giving it to you that way, too. You have such a pretty bottom.'
“I felt this prickly sensation of pleasant anticipation, a sort of thrill that went down my spine. I decided to be very submissive and docile, and not make a commotion like before.
“Mom pulled back the covers and I swung my legs to the floor and into my slippers, and then I took my wrap from Mom, which I thought was sort of unnecessary since I was going to be showing her my bare rump in a moment, and I let her help me to my feet. I remember all these silly details because everything together is what makes it so important and not any one thing by itself. I felt sort of giddy standing up, because of the fever, I guess. I think Mom was glad of the fever because it made giving me the enema legitimate even though we both knew now that it was sex and pure sex.
“'Well, shall we go to the bathroom?' she said brightly. I nodded and followed her down the hall. Mom closed the door. I stared at the swollen enema bag and the coiled tube with real affection now. That thick long colon tube looked so sexy. It's dark red and it has a blunt end and a slit. Mom took the tube in her fingers and held it up for me to see. It was already glistening with vaseline along its whole length.
“'It's beautiful,' I said. 'I just love it.'
“It suddenly occurred to me that the tube was Mom's penis. That's what this whole thing was about. She was having intercourse with me with it.
“Very slowly I slipped out of my wrap and laid it on the floor.
“'Take down your pajama pants and bend way down, way down,' Mom said. 'Or would you like me to undress you?'
“'Yes, please, please.'
“Carefully getting myself in front of the long mirror on the door, I sort of melted softly on to Mom, cuddling my head on her breast while she slowly, deliberately, and very gently, undressed me. She slipped off my pajama top first, and I had to put my arms up, of course, so she could slide it up over my head, and then she began to fondle me, kiss my breasts, and touch them very lightly, and then massage them.
“'Oh Mom,' I gasped. I was really getting aroused.
“Then she slid down my pajama pants, again very gently and softly, and ran her fingers over my bare bottom, and down the crack. I watched her do it in the mirror, just fascinated at how round and luscious my bottom was, how tender the flesh is back there. It was wild.
“'Ohhhhhh, Mom, give me an enema, please, please!' I begged.
“I watched her hand approach with that beautiful thick tube.
“'Bend down, baby,' she whispered, 'bend way down.'
“I did. My eyes were fixed on the crack between my buttocks and I watched and felt the colon tube slide between my cheeks and press against my anus. I bent way down so that I could see the little rosette, see just where the tube pressed and where it would go in. Then I felt the most pleasurable experience I've ever known as, with very swift and deft movements, Mom literally shoved the tube up my rectum. It just slithered in, big, thick, and full. It must be what a boy's penis feels like if it goes in back there. The tube she used on me was as round and thick as a penis, only much longer, of course.
“Now Mom rested her left hand on the small of my back, with the tube coiled up in several loops, and with her right she slid it slick and straight until her fingers disappeared between my naked cheeks. The sensation was so overwhelming that I almost fainted. I just loved it. I could feel the tube worm up through the tight channel of my rectum, smooth and slippery. It hurt, but I loved the hurting part, all mixed with the most delicious sensations. I was just ecstatic.
“'Oooooh, Mom, it feels so good,' I moaned. 'Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Please keep pushing it in. Oooooooh, this enema feels good!'
“I found that if I clamped my legs very tight, and pressed against the tube, as if I had to go to the bathroom, the pleasure intensified so much that I could hardly stand it. Warm love and adoration for Mom swept over me. 'Oooooh, Mom, I love you, I love you, I love you,' I murmured. 'Ooooooh, you're making me feel so good. Ooooh, I love you.'
“She continued to massage my breasts, and to me she was my lover, penetrating me in a supreme, ecstatic act of love. I watched in the mirror as she reached back to the point where the colon tube joined the regular tube and, once again, she slid it in, all the way, until her thumb and forefinger once more disappeared between my tight buttocks. The sensation of this thrust was more intense than the first. It was terrific. I suddenly felt the tube glide free, as the tip worked its way through my rectum, and it just shot up into my colon. I could see the glassy look in my eyes and my parted lips. I moaned and moaned with ecstasy. I could hardly control myself. My vagina was pulsating and felt damp. My buttocks quivered, and I felt faint. I caught my breath and held it, while Mom continued to run the tube in until all three feet of it had been pushed up my bottom. I could feel the whole length of it, all the way up me. Dear, lovable, adorable Mom-to give me such delirious pleasure.
“'I guess you can kneel down now,' Mom said softly.
“I straightened for a moment, and stared with fascination at the tube disappearing up my backside. There's nothing more beautiful than the sight of an enema tube dangling between buttocks, disappearing up the crack. And if you see it and feel it, you can hardly stand it, it's so wild.
“I dropped to my knees and quickly leaned forward in the knee-chest position again, cradling my head in my arms; I was almost beside myself with passion because of the tube in my insides and the nakedness of my rump. I was stark naked. It was so good to be naked. I could hear the water gurgle in the tube, but a moment or two passed before I felt it spurt in. The tube was up so far that I could feel it gradually intensifying in a dull ache, a bittersweet pain that I loved. It isn't enough to just have the tube pushed in. You have to take an enema. It's part of it.
“'You're such a sweet, beautiful, good girl,' Mom whispered.
“I was enjoying the enema immensely; the tube felt good and I wished it could just stay in there. The water pouring in made it even better. It was wild, just wild.
“'You're so sweet,' Mom whispered.
“I felt her fingers on my clit, massaging gently. It was heavenly.
“'Mom, I want to lie down on my tummy with my legs apart,' I gasped.
“'Oh yes, honey… that'll be good.'
“I slipped down to the bathroom floor and spread my legs wide. I felt Mom's finger slide up my vagina very gently and she began to finger-poke me.
“'Ohhhhhh, Mom! Ohhhhhh!' I moaned. I couldn't possibly imagine anything being so good. I felt myself rising to my climax and I wriggled and trembled. 'Ooooooh, Mom! Ooooooh! Oooooooh! OOOOOOOH!' I just yelled, I was so ecstatic. Then the warm spasms of overpowering pleasure swept over me.
“Afterward, Mom left the tube in me for several minutes. Although I'd taken the whole enema, a quart of water, and had to go desperately, I didn't want the tube pulled out. It felt so nice up there. But, after a while, she slowly began to withdraw it. That was also a strange sensation, not as intense as having it pushed in, but pleasant too. When she'd pulled it out, I had to go to the toilet, of course, several times, and then she had me lie down again in bed and rest, and I was so tired I fell asleep and didn't wake up until after noon. Later, Mom brought me some tea to drink and a little lunch, and then she read to me the rest of the afternoon. I'll never forget that day. It was the happiest day I've ever had.
“Other things happened afterwards. I really got obsessed with the whole silly enema thing. I wanted one all the time. It was really nutty. Mom and I talked about it. It really bothered her a lot. She kept saying that this whole crazy thing was unnatural and all that, and she even thought that both of us should go to a psychiatrist. I kept wishing that she'd do it to me again, but she didn't, at least not for quite a while, because it really bothered her a
