Duet Chapter 1

I was walking along the beach at dusk one evening just after Labor Day soaking in the peace and quiet that always comes after the tourists have left and things return to normal. The solitude was deafening. Ahead, I looked along a row of seaside homes all closed up for the winter. The birds were flying south and everything was in its place.

Then, I saw what appeared to be a light about 5 houses ahead. As I walked the light became clearer and it was obvious that someone was still in the house. I thought that I had seen them leave earlier so I went over and approached to see who was still within.

Since this was the back of the house, and it was protected by large cedars, it was easy to come close to a window and look into the room that was lit. I came close as quietly as I could for fear that there were intruders who were not supposed to be there.

Looking into a large pane along the side protected heavily by the trees, I heard a mother and daughter, I guessed, talking in the living room. The window was partially open and I could hear what they were saying without them hearing or seeing me in return.

"Mother, I just don't know what to do. My stomach is really upset." The girl was sitting on a couch near her mother. She was dressed in cutoff jeans and a thin blouse that you could really see through. Underneath was a thin, white lacy bra that just barely held a set of what appeared to be fabulous tits.

"Well, dear.", the mother replied, "I certainly understand how you feel but we do have the dinner engagement to go to this evening and you really should be there. Are you sure that you feel all that unwell?"

The mother really looked like a mother. Her hair was done up in a bun in the back and she wore a skirt and blouse combination that made it impossible to tell if she had a body or not, other than a great set of legs. Just like in the films.

The girl was tall and thin, wearing a tee-shirt that really showed a great set of tits. She had long, wispy blonde hair and large, dark eyes. Her jeans were tight and showed off her round ass well along with great thighs.

"Mother, I feel incredibly awful. My stomach is churning and upset. I just don't feel that I should go."

"I can understand that dear, with all the trash food you have been eating lately. But you can still go to the dinner and simply nibble instead of eating while still making an appearance." The mother raised her hand and felt her daughter's brow to see if she felt hot. Another standard routine in the family films.

"Oh mother, you really don't understand. I just can't go to the dinner, that's all." The daughter began to weep slightly.

"What is it I don't understand dear ? You are not making yourself clear. If your stomach is upset, a little Pepto Bismol should fix that up quickly. You will be fine. Please help me to understand you problem. "

I started to move away from the window thinking this was a small family problem that would go nowhere special when the daughter replied.

"Mother, it's more than that. Oh, how do I say it? I haven't gone to the bathroom for a couple of days and feel, well, you know.... all blocked up. That's why my stomach is churning and turning over so much. I want to go in the worst way, but I just sit there and sit there but nothing comes out."

"Oh, is that what it is dear? Well, we can fix that up with a little bit of laxative. You'll be fine."

"Mother, everything is so simple to you. I know I could take a laxative but I also know that it works when it wants to. I'm afraid it will want to in the middle of the dinner party. That would be awful."

"I appreciate the problems dear, but there isn't anything else I could... uh suggest ...unless, uh well, I guess we could try an old-fashioned treatment and perhaps give you an enema. Now that I know the problem, A good soapsuds enema is probably the just the right solution for this. You know that an enema is sure to guarantee you to clean everything out quickly and you would certainly be OK by the time we were ready to leave."

Suddenly my ears perked up. This just might lead to something interesting. I decided to stay put just where I was now.

"An enema, my God MOTHER! That's gross !"

"You may think so dear, but as I said, a good hot soapsuds and water enema would appear to be the only thing that can solve your problem right now. You've had them before so you know how they work. I know you haven't had one in a while, but I'm sure you remember them as a fast worker."

"But mom, oh... dad will be home shortly, oh, oh, I'm so embarrassed. I should never have said anything. Forget the whole thing." She curled up on the couch with her hands around her legs as she brought them up.

"Oh, Oh," I said to myself. Better look around and be sure that no one coming toward the house can see you. I pulled myself in closer to the window behind the trees and shrubs.

"Now now dear. I'm glad you came to me. You are an adult and can do as you please and, knowing your problem, I would not force you to go to the party, but I know you want to go and the enema seems to be about the only solution. We don't have to worry about your father, he was called to the city from the golf course and will not be home until tomorrow."

"In any event, you tell me what you want me to do," the mother continued, "but it appears that you need to do something whether or not you go to the party. You need to decide if you want the laxative, the enema, or even nothing at all. You make the decision. It's all the same for me whether you want my help or not. After all, an enema is not the end of the world. You've had them all your life."

"Mother, it's just... well... you know that I really hate your enemas. That big red water bag and hose and everything. And the tube up my ass. The whole thing is GROSS! You gave them to me so often as a child and they were simply awful. Why sometimes i even thought I could taste soap afterwards. Oh, what am I going to do?"

She buried her head in her hands and began again to cry softly.

Finally, she raised her head again, and said, "OK, I know I have to go to the party so I guess your enema idea is the only decision that makes any real sense, if there is any sense to make of this really stupid situation I've put myself in."

"All right, then, let's go to the basement so that we have some privacy. There is the bathroom down there and we won't be bothered by anyone coming to the door. If we get to it right away, everything will be done in plenty of time to go to the Pearson's for dinner and no one need know except us."

They left the room and I soon heard a door opening and people moving on steps. Then the light went on in another window just below the one at which I was standing. I went down on the ground between the bushes and peered in.

"All right dear, you go over on the couch and sit for a few minutes while I find where I put away the enema bag and hose and make sure everything is ready. It will only take a minute."

"Mother, I, I, I've ...well... ah changed my mind. Maybe I will take the laxative and take my chances. What do you think?"

"Now dear, you have to make a firm decision and stick with it. I will give you either the laxative or the enema. But if I start giving you the laxative, you must be ready for how it will work. If I give you an enema, you must take the whole thing so it will really clean you out well. You're right about the laxative working when it wants. The enema may be a little less pleasant for a time, but, as I said, it will work right away and clean you out well. Boy you know that it does its work well! Either one is doable if we start right away. What will it be? Your choice."

" Oh, this is so hard. I guess... well... ah... I mean, Oh this is so hard...., all right, I guess you can give me the enema if you want."

Her mother rose from the couch without another word and went to a cabinet next to the door to the bathroom. All the while, the girl's eyes seemed to be glued to her mother. They followed her, as did mine, as she crossed the room and approached that long cabinet door, rummaged around with her hand under the towels on the shelves for a while and finally took out a long red box. Then she went into the bathroom toward the sink. From the tilt of the mirror over the sink, I knew that I would see everything she was doing.

" I'll be right back." she said as she left the room.

She entered the bathroom and turned on the water taps in the sink and felt the water with her hand as it warmed. You could see a small amount of steam begin to rise as the water warmed. She took a large towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around her skirt, tucking it into the waist. Her face had a peculiar smile that I first took for an answer to a smart decision by her daughter.

Finally, she reached for the box at the side of the sink and removed the cover. Inside was a large red rubber hot water bag, like the one my own mother has hanging on our bathroom door, and a red hose with a black enema tip on the end. She took them from the box and placed them on the sink.

Testing the water again, she put the red rubber bag under the tap and began to fill it with water. When it mostly full, she took some liquid soap from a jar that was by the sink and squirted some into the top of the bag.

She took the hose and screwed it onto the opening of the bag, closed the metal clamp, shook the bag to mix the soap and opened the clamp as she raised the bag and opened the hose clamp. A small amount of fluid escaped from the tip of the hose into the sink. Then she closed the clamp.

Taking the bag and hose over her arm along with another towel from the rack in the bathroom and a big jar of Vaseline, she went back into the room where her daughter was sitting on the couch. She dropped the bag on the couch atop the towel. There was a slight water sloshing sound as she dropped the bag.

"All right, we're ready now. You better get undressed and lay down on the couch over this towel." She took the towel from below the enema bag and gave it to her.

"Mother, is all this necessary?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so, dear, it is. Now get undressed. You can leave your bra and panties on for now."

The daughter began to slip out of her cutoffs and blouse. That really revealed the fantastic set of tits encased in brief lacy bra and as I thought, a great, round ass covered with very brief bikini panties.

"Now dear, lie down on the couch on your left side. No, better yet, why not up on the couch on your knees. Yes, I think that is better. "

The daughter got up on the couch on her knees with her ass facing me in the window.

"Now please slip your panties down and stay on your knees but bend over, spread your legs slightly, and put your head on the couch. "

When she did that, and spread her legs, I could see her pussy hair clearly outlined and her asshole.

"I am going to put some lubricant on your rectum so that the tube will go in easily dear... When I tell you, take a deep breath and let it out as forcefully as you can." She opened the Vaseline jar that was on the couch and put the cover on a side table.

She moved from where she was standing and approached her daughter with the open Vaseline jar and some tissue in her hand. She put her left hand on her daughter's ass and placed the Vaseline on the couch with the other. Next, she stuck a middle finger from her right hand into the nearby jar and pulled it back out with a large gob on her finger. Then, with her left hand, she spread her daughter's ass cheeks to fully reveal and stretch the area of her asshole.

"All right, dear, take a deep breath and hold it. " The daughter did.

"Now let is out as forcefully as you can." A sudden rush of air was heard as the daughter exhaled deeply. At the same time, the mother inserted her grease-covered finger quickly and deeply into her daughter's ass.

"Oh, mother! Did you have to do that!" the daughter exclaimed.

"Sorry about that. I can see why you are backed up young lady. This is a fairly big enema but the soapsuds should get everything moving and solve your problem. Yes, but I believe it will probably take all of it just to get things moving." All the while her finger was moving around, in and out of her daughter's ass, lubricating the back channel for the coming enema tube.

The mother finally pulled her finger out and wiped it with a tissue and just as quickly replaced the finger with the enema tube. Shit was clearly evident on the tissue as she dropped it on the couch.

She took the full red rubber bag and hung it high on a lamp hook hanging from the ceiling above the couch, and, without a word she opened the clamp on the hose.

"Mom, I can feel it going in. It's so hot and I am beginning to get a cramp."

"It will feel a bit uncomfortable darling, but that is why everything works. I'll slow the flow of the enema down for a short time and you take some deep breaths." The bag was only about half empty. she pinched the tube in the middle with her fingers. The daughter started to breathe deeply in spurts.

"Mother, this is so embarrassing. The cramps are going away I guess. Is it almost done?"

"Yes dear, just a little bit more." she said as she took the bag off the hook, held it even higher and began to roll and squeeze it to drain what was left. Finally, it was all gone and she closed the clamp and removed the tube. Her daughter quickly got up and went quickly to the bathroom.

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