Duet Chapter 2 : The Confession

I could hear the water coming out with a loud gush. It seemed that it had really worked. Again, I had decided to leave when I looked through the window into the mirror and saw that the daughter had her hand over her pussy and appeared to be fucking herself with a finger with an odd expression on her face. Then she wiped her ass and pussy with paper and came back into the room. She still had on no panties and I could easily see her glistening pussy.

Her mother was waiting for her on the couch. The red rubber enema bag was there as well, lying on the couch with the tube coiled over it with some more of the tissue paper wrapped around and covering the tip. The daughter came in and sat down on the other side of the couch and faced her mother. The now empty enema bag was between them.

"Mom, that was some enema. Everything came out so quickly. You really did a good job. It was so big I thought it would never get all in. But it did what it was supposed to do and sure got everything moving. Boy, did it get everything moving. I feel so much better already. Going to the bathroom after this should be no problem just as you said."

"A good, hot soapsuds enema does work like nothing else, that's for sure. You don't remember your grandmother, but she was a real master in the art of moving our bowels. When she had to give you an enema, she gave you an enema, and she gave then to us often, you remembered for a long time that something had happened."

"Why one time when I was really backed up like you, she cleaned me out so well with two of her hot soapsuds enemas, I swear that I also tasted soap for days afterward. In fact, every time we stayed home from school sick, we knew that a big, hot soap and water enema with mother's red bag was coming after everybody had left."

"You continued to get them each morning and afternoon until you went back to school. She believed that keeping you cleaned out helped to get you well faster. Those soapy enemas sure kept us clean."

"She also believed in volume. She filled the bag with hot water and soap. If she didn't finish the whole bag before you had to go to the bathroom, you got the rest as soon as you came back from the bathroom."

"None of your aunts and uncles ever wanted to be sick. We went to school unless we were really ill. She kept that red rubber enema bag on the door of the bathroom for everybody to see. We called it "Big Red". In fact, that enema bag I just used on you was your grandmother's"

"Do you feel better, now, dear?", her mother asked.

"Yes, but...ah. well...ah...could we...ah...that is....well could we talk about it for a moment, ah... well...the enema I mean?" The girl shuffled on the couch.

"Of course, what's is there to talk about?"

"Well...ah...I don't know how to say it....well...ah" She reached down for her panties and began to fidgit with them in her fingers.

"What is it dear, we are alone. There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Well, that is...ah....could you, I mean...would you, well....ah...oh, give me another big enema?"

"Whatever....?"

"Oh Mom, how do I explain. This is so hard. Let's forget the whole thing."

"Now, now what is this all about. I can't imagine you wanting another enema. All the time you used to fight me as a child when I felt you needed an enema. Even now, it was such a hard decision on the first one, I would never have expected you to want another."

"Well...ah...you remember when I was a little girl and would eat apples over in the orchard and came home with a bad belly ache, you....you know, and, ah....well, ah...... you took me to the bathroom and told me to go move my bowels. Often I couldn't, and you scolded me and gave me a big hot soapy enema over your knee when I couldn't go right away. I remembered that sometimes you were so mad that you even put the enema bag and hose right on the counter by the sink to remind me that something else might be coming if I didn't go. Sometimes, I even got a spanking as well. Oh, you know...ah... just like then?"

"I don't understand dear, I thought you really hated my giving you enemas?"

"Well I do, I guess. I mean, yes...no...oh...I guess I have a confession to make. Well...ah...The enema you just gave me brought back memories of the other times when you gave them to me. I sat on the toilet thinking how, each time you gave them to me I...ah, well, I knew you really loved me in well...ah..a special way and I...ah well...ah...just knew you loved me. I sat in there just now and remembered all those times and I...ah...well...I just thought that...ah...maybe...ah you might, well...ah...like to give me another one like then. Oh, I don't know...ah, I just...ah had this, well feeling that I needed you and it."

"I always wanted that special love and I even...ah...well thought as a kid that if I tried...ah...to give them to myself to see If I could feel it again myself... It just didn't work well and It didn't ever feel the same as when you did it. it just, well wasn't the same as you doing it to me."

"I always wanted to say something to you about it but I was scared...ah...I mean...ah.... well, I thought you would think I was weird, or something. Those enemas made me feel so warm and loved, well...ah...I...ah...guess...I just ...ah...loved ah....you and...ah them."

"Oh, is that it? I always wondered who was doing that. It became obvious that someone was experimenting with a wet bag and hose on the door all the time. But I thought it was your brother. He was always having so many problems with his bowels that I even gave him a big enema a couple of extra times when he was complaining about his stomach that I thought it was him. He but really didn't need one sometimes but I thought it was him and tried to try to cure him of the problem. He always claimed it was not him that was using the bag but I didn't believe him."

"When you got them though, you usually kicked up such a fuss that I never suspected you. You were usually so full of apples and I got so mad about it that I just never thought about you being the culprit."

" I do remember giving you a spanking or at least a scolding for eating those apples and just knew you didn't like to get those spanking of the enemas but I gave them to you anyway. Somehow I think back now that they were as much a punishment for your tricks as for cleaning you out."

"I probably should not have given them to you so often but I did. Now, I don't know what to say."

"Sorry mom, it was me using your bag. I came to love getting an enema from you and looked for excuses, even when i hadn't been to the orchard, I often told you I had. I really wanted those enemas and the spanking too, I guess. I just never knew how to tell you. I remember once that I even purposely ate a lot of apples and other things just so that when you did give me one a lot would come out so that you thought i really needed them. That day you gave me two big hot soapy enemas to get everything out and a big spanking in between. The spanking hurt but I loved it. Eventually, I stopped pretending because I thought you might catch on."

"When I started my periods, and you offered enemas again as a means to stop my cramps, i was in heaven again because you thought they were normal. I don't know why, but I also missed the spankings terribly, though. I just never found the right time to sit and discuss the whole thing with you. I thought you wouldn't understand or think that I was weird, or something."

"Eventually I just stopped having cramps and you stopped giving me the enemas. By then, I couldn't think of an excuse although i came close a couple of times. I really missed them and almost asked several times but just didn't have the courage. I used to lie in bed at night thinking of ways to talk to you about it and dreaming of all sorts of illnesses that I could have that might make a big hot soapy enema necessary. I just never had the courage although I often really wanted one."

"Finally, one day about a year ago... Well, you remember, I was home sick and told you I hadn't gone for a while. You gave me a bunch of milk of magnesia. I really wanted an enema in the worst way but just couldn't tell you why or my secret would have been out. I kept saying that the magnesia stuff didn't work. I was in agony waiting for you to go to the store before I went to the bathroom, hoping that you would come home and decide that I needed the enema after all." She began to cry softly.

"I remember that day," her mother nearly whispered. "I almost gave you an enema that day and was in the bathroom looking for the bag and hose when i saw the Magnesia. I just decided to give that to you instead. Besides, I couldn't remember where the bag and hose had been stored."

"In fact,", the girl started again, " Another confession, about six months ago I finally went out and bought myself an enema bag just like yours and began to give them to myself. I keep it hidden in my closet. You never go in there so you would never have known but I constantly worried that you might find it by accident before I could tell you myself about my... ah... needs. i even tried to give myself a spanking with a hairbrush but it didn't work too well."

"Please mom, would you do it for me ...ah... just like then?"

"I don't know. This is all so amazing. I just don't know what to say. You really only needed the one enema. But, I guess in this case since you feel so strongly another would be OK. But this can't happen all the time. Let me go get ready and you sit here for a moment."

Her mother went back to the bathroom, prepared another enema and returned. This one seemed to have even more soap and more hot water. The bag was really full and had soap bubbles all over it. In her had, she also had the towel she had previously worn around her waist.

This time, the mother had also removed her skirt and blouse, remaining dressed only in her thin white slip and lacy bra. I could see that she had large, wonderful breasts, covered only by the very thin material of the lacy bra that was cut low, and SHE was obviously wearing no panties through the sheer slip since the dark hair at her crotch was evident. She seemed to be wearing a black garter belt or something similar that held up her dark nylon stockings and they contrasted against the slip.

She re-hung the red enema bag back on the hook on the lamp with the tube hanging down to the couch and put the towel she had carried from the bathroom over her lap.

"Get over here young lady. You certainly deserve the biggest, hot soapsuds enema of your life for everything you just told me and are going to get it right now! Imagine, not telling me about your enema fantasies as if I wouldn't understand. You're going to learn about telling the truth and sharing your problems right now. Never lie or hide things like this from me again, do you understand?"

Her voice had changed and was much deeper. She shook her finger in the air as the daughter came over to her. She placed a towel over her lap and motioned toward the girl.

"Get over my lap on this towel. You have been a very bad girl. This whole thing is just incredible. Particularly because you haven't told me before. You deserve this big hot soapy enema and more for everything you have been doing secretly and are going to get the cleaning out of your life this instant. Maybe with this, you'll learn to come to me for your enemas in the future. I do love you as any mother would and hiding things in closets is a silly thing to do. Do you understand?"

"Please mom, don't give me another enema. I...ah...I... changed my mind." The girl seemed to have real fear in her voice. My face stuck to the glass and my prick was really hard. I knew something unique was happening.

"Not on your life", the mother continued. " With everything you told me just now, I know this big, hot soapsuds enema is just what you need and want. You just get over my lap and we'll see how much you need another one. Get over here right now." Her mother's voice was changing, getting deeper and deeper and her eyes were penetrating as if she was really mad. She almost seemed as if she was glad to be shoving another tube up her daughter's ass.

The daughter quickly did as she was told. Her mother took more Vaseline and told her to take another deep breath as before and quickly inserted a finger in her ass. She was obviously moving it around in her ass. This time, she did not take it out right away. In fact, she pushed another one up her daughter's ass and moved them both around. A small amount of enema fluid came out around her fingers.

"You surely do need another good hot soapy enema badly, young lady. There is a still lot of turd up there that needs removing. I'm going to take care of it and you right now. Just remember as well, that this is for your brother and all the hassles he had to take for your mischievous ways."

She took the tube and pushed it up her daughter's ass and quickly opened the clamp to let the water run.

In a very short time, the daughter started to move around on her mother's lap.

"Mother, it's going in very fast. It feels different, almost as if....oh my god....mother, I am getting a different feeling... I don't know...."

Her mother began to spank her daughter's ass hard with her hand. The daughter shrieked out with obvious pain and, at the same time, reached down with one hand and began to caress her pussy. She was moving about on her mother's lap as if she was coming.

The enema was going in fast now, very fast. The mother continued to slap her ass hard periodically.

The daughter cried out. Her mother reached down to her daughter's pussy, pushed her daughter's hand away and began to stroke the pussy lips very fast. The enema was almost in. With her other hand, the mother took the enema tube and began to push it in and out of her daughter's ass like she was fucking her with the tube.

In a very short time, the daughter screamed from an orgasm that would have awakened the whole neighborhood, if anyone were still around.

The enema was done. The mother pulled out the tube and the daughter ran to the bathroom where she sat quickly on the toilet and expelled all the water.

Her mother sat on the couch with the enema bag and hose in her hands. Her facial expression had changed to another look that I couldn't understand right off. In a short time she also entered the bathroom and began to rinse off the enema equipment in the sink and hung it on the towel rack to dry.

"Oh mom, I am so embarrassed. I never thought it would affect me that way. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about dear. More than once as I was growing up an enema affected me the same way. Your grandmother just never realized it. Besides she gave us those enemas so frequently that it was more of a chore with her than anything else. I'll tell you a secret between ourselves. I loved them too. Still do once in a while."

"Thanks for being you mom. And for understanding. If I ever need an enema again, I won't be afraid to ask. Do you think I am really cleaned out now? Will I need another one?"

"I think we'll make that decision after we get home from the party, dear, but knowing you, and the way you eat, your condition will probably be even worse. We should be home by 11:30 and we'll make the decision then."

"If I were you and wanted to avoid another one, I would go easy on the food this evening at the party. Otherwise, you can expect another even larger one when we get home."

"Now, for your other problem. Get over my lap young lady." She motioned to her daughter who lay down over her lap on the towel. As soon as she did, her mother slapped her ass hard, raising a red mark on her ass cheek. This slap was followed quickly by five more. The daughter's ass was very red on both cheeks and she was crying loudly.

"Don't you ever do something like this again, Samantha." The spanking continued with her daughter crying even louder. "I expect you to come to me with your problems when you have them and not later."

She stopped the spanking and began to rub her daughter's ass softly, eventually rubbing the cheeks separately and moving her hand across her daughter's as and down again toward her pussy. The daughter began to sob less and move slightly on her mother's lap as her mother's fingers moved down over her pussy and two fingers entered what was now obviously a very wet slit. Her fingers went in and out and the soft moans turned to loud gasps ans the girl came in a loud moan. Then she rested her hand and removed her fingers. The daughter lay there still for a short while.

"Why don't you get in the shower so that we can get ready to go to the party. Oh, and another thing. You don't have to hide your enema bag in your closet anymore. You just tell me when you want them. You can put your bag in your bathroom if you want and we'll use that one if you want when we need to give you another. I'm sure that from now on we'll be even closer because we share our little secrets. You let me know when you need more, anytime." She patted her daughter's ass as she began to rise.

"Of either treatment."

"Why not lie on my lap again and let me check to see how we did."

"Okay, mom. And, thanks." The daughter lay back over her mother's lap and her mother again caressed her backside for a few seconds.

"By the way," her mother whispered, "Don't worry about having an orgasm during an enema either. I often do when I take an enema when I feel out of sorts. I understand about....well... both the enemas and the spankings. i use the enema bag myself, as i said, and frequently for just the same things." All the while she continued to massage her daughter's ass.

The mother took some more Vaseline on her fingers and approached her daughter. She put her hand carefully on one ass cheek and raised it to expose her daughter's asshole and put a finger against the hole. Then she pushed a finger inside and moved it around.

"You will probably need to go to the bathroom at least once more. There is still quite a bit of water and turd up there but i think we did a good job," she said as she removed her finger and wiped it with tissue. The daughter stood up, kissed her mother on the cheek, rubbed her ass and went to the bathroom and pulled aside the shower curtain. She turned on the water and felt the stream to be sure that it was not too hot and quickly stepped in. In short order she was soaping herself and engrossed in her shower. Her mother looked over and smiled, took the enema bag to the bathroom, left it in the sink, and then dressed herself and went upstairs. I slipped away unnoticed.

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