Duet Chapter 3 : Going Home

I kept on thinking about what I had seen and heard all the way along the beach as I went toward home. My mind was all mixed up. Why had I stayed to listen? More importantly, why and how did a mother giving her daughter an enema and a spanking give me excitement? Excitement over and above the sight of her incredible body. More importantly, the longer i walked, the more certain I was that I wanted an enema too. I just could not figure out what was causing all this new found excitement. perhaps it was her incredible ass.

My mother had given me lots of both enemas and spankings. And often when I was a child. In fact, even to this day, she still hung the big red rubber bag and red hose with the black bulb tip on the back of the bathroom door. Every once in while It would fall off the hook as I opened the door, particularly the hose, and I would pick it up to put it back. The red rubber smelled but was soft and the black tip was big with a bulb on the end, in fact it seemed bigger than the one the lady had used.

She stopped giving me frequent enemas when I was about thirteen, although I did receive them occasionally after that. The spankings also stopped about the same time. Prior to that I had an almost constant time with constipation. Enemas were frequent then, usually at least once or twice a week.

I still remember what I think was the first time. I was about four years old and was in bed with a cold. I had been in bed about three days and my mother was concerned. She called the doctor who came to house and examined me. I heard the doctor and my mother talking in the corridor afterwards. He told her that the cold was nothing to worry about but that a soapsuds enema was probably best to be sure the system stayed normal. I didn't know what he meant.

Later, my mother came into my room and sat down by my bed and put her hand on my forehead to check and see if I had a temperature.

"How are you feeling, darling? You still feel warm."

"Better mom. Could I have some water?"

"OK, but come to the bathroom for it. The doctor wants you to have something for your cold as well." I got up and went with her to the family bathroom.

The bathroom was a large one with a tub in one corner and a toilet along the near center wall with a sink. Along the other wall were some overhead cabinets and two low hampers for soiled clothes underneath. In the far corner of the center wall was the washer and dryer.

"Darling, the doctor told me that he wants you to have an good soapsuds enema."

I didn't know what she meant but, as I looked around the room, hanging from the handle to the cabinet door was a big red bag with a hose coming out from the bottom. The hose was a long red one with some kind of tin clamp near the end and something black on the very end. The hose and tube were coiled over the handle.

"Come over here, dear", my mother continued, "and take off your pajama bottoms. Then you can lie on your stomach over my lap." I did as I was told.

My mother had her dress up and a towel over her lap. I lay over the towel as she began to rub my ass cheeks.

"This may feel uncomfortable, but it will help make you better." with that she took one hand and separated my ass cheeks and I felt her finger on my ass with something wet. Then I felt a finger go in. Quickly, I also felt something else and then could feel the water as I heard the clamp snap. My insides felt warm and I could smell Ivory Soap.

The enema was over very fast and I went to the toilet. Mother washed the bag and hose and hung it on the bathroom door. That's where I had seen it before. The enema made me go to the bathroom in a great rush as I could feel shit and water come out.

I came out of my daydream as I approached the house because I could hear mother calling. Since father had died in Vietnam several years before, mother and I were alone now. She looked to me for many of the things that father would normally do so I stayed pretty close to the house.

"Where have you been dear, I have been calling for over half and hour?", my mother said as I came into the house.

"No place special mom, just walking along the beach."

"Well then, why not go wash your hands and get ready for supper. It's almost ready."

"All right, I'll be right back."

I went to the bathroom to wash. In the mirror I could see the red rubber enema bag and hose hanging. I dried my hands and went over to it at the closed door. I had just touched it when I realized that it was wet--it had recently been used. This excited me even more as my mind flashed to my mother doing it to herself like the lady had done to her daughter. Suddenly, I had an erection and had to wait in the bathroom for it to subside.

I thought back again to a time that I was about 8. My cousin Alice, who was five years older than me, was staying with us and came home from school with a temperature. My aunt Mary put her to bed in the guest room and called the doctor. After she hung up the phone, she went to my cousin's room and sat by the bed.

"The doctor says there is a bug going around and you probably caught it. It will take a day or two for it to pass so I guess you will be staying home from school. We better take of it quickly before you get worse. Come to the bathroom, I think we better give you a good soapsuds enema. That should keep the system clear and will make you feel better."

"Oh mom, do we have to do that."

"You know my rules, young lady. If you are sick enough to stay home, you probably also need a good cleaning out. A good soapsuds enema is the best thing for you. Even the doctor says that."

"Mom, that old quack prescribes enemas for everything. Besides, we're at Aunt Jane's."

"Don't talk like that, Alice. You would think an enema was the end of the world. It's just a little soap and water to help you go to the bathroom. Aunt Jane certainly understands, Billy gets them when he needs them and I'm sure she won't mind if we use her enema bag."

"Mom, I don't need to go to the bathroom. I just went a few minutes ago."

"Never mind, young lady. Mother knows best. Now get to the bathroom." My cousin got out of bed and followed her mother to the bathroom. They thought no one was home.

I went closer to the door to hear. I could hear the bag and hose banging as Aunt Mary took it off the hook on the door. Then, I looked through the keyhole in the door. My cousin was sitting on one of the low hampers near the toilet. Aunt Mary was at the sink running water. She filled up the enema bag and screwed on the hose. Then she hung it on a hook on the closet door.

"All right, we're ready. Come over here, over my lap.", she told my cousin as she put a towel over her lap. Alice came over to my aunt and raised her nightgown as she lay over her lap. Her ass was facing me.

Aunt Mary took some Vaseline and placed her finger on my cousin's asshole and began to push her finger into my cousin Alice's ass. Then she slid the tube alongside the finger and it was in also. Finally, she took her finger out and wiped it with tissue.

"We're going to start." She said as she opened the clamp. Just as she did I lost my footing and slipped. I banged the door post slightly and my aunt looked in the direction of the door. She quickly turned back and continued the enema. As it was almost done, she took the bag off the hook and raised it higher. My cousin was crying and nearly screaming for her to take the tube out. Then it was done.

Aunt Mary closed the clamp and removed the tube. She put the bag and hose in the sink and Alice rushed to the toilet. It got up to leave as she was beginning to get rid of the water. I went to my room real fast. I was just ducking into the door as my aunt came out. Safe.

"Come on dinner's ready." I could hear my mother as I came out of the haze. My erection had mostly subsided.

"OK mom, be right there." I left the bathroom and went to the kitchen for dinner.

I think my mother sensed that something was different in my expression this particular evening because she quickly asked if everything was all right. I answered that it was and started to eat my dinner but kept on thinking about the girl getting an enema and also my mother doing it to herself.

"Mom, why do you still keep the enema bag hanging on the bathroom door," I suddenly blurted out without thinking while i was fooling with my mashed potatoes.

"Whatever brought up that subject? You have some of the strangest ideas for conversation," my mother replied.

"Oh, nothing." Nothing, yourself, stupid, I was saying to myself. I realized as I spoke that I should not have said anything at all.

"Nothing yourself. Something is the matter, I have sensed it since you came in but what in the world have you been thinking about today if you suddenly ask about enemas. You haven't even had one for a couple of years. I'm surprised you even remember them."

"It's really nothing mom, I just wondered, that's all"

"You finish your dinner and we will finish the discussion after dinner." She went back to her meal and I continued to pick at mine. It seemed like an eternity went by as I knew we would have to continue the discussion whether I wanted to or not. My mother was single-minded when she was concerned or interested and she looked up from her dinner frequently in my direction as ate our meal.

She didn't say anything directly after dinner but waited until we sat down to watch the evening news before began a conversation and brought it up again.

"OK", she started, "now what is this about the enemas? where did you ever get the idea on something like that? Well, I am waiting?"

"Well, I....ah...that is...ah...well...you see."

"Come on now, what's this all about ?"

"Ah...well...I haven't...ah...well...you know...been going to...the bathroom real good that past couple of days and I...ah...remembered you...that is...ah...I remember you used to give them to me as a kid."

"OH, is that all...How on earth did you remember that?"

"Well, you do keep that old red rubber bag and hose thing on the door. I came in to wash my hands and sat down to try to go to the bathroom and saw it hanging on the door."

My mother looked at me curiously and then continued to read her paper for a few minutes. I noticed that she seemed to smile a bit at the mention of the bag.

"Jim, how long has it been since you last had a bowel movement?", she asked as she finally looked up from the paper.

"Oh, I guess ah....well. that is...ah...about 3 days." My voice trailed off.

Mother came over to sit beside me on the couch. "Are you feeling all right otherwise. You haven't had these problems in several years. I thought you had outgrown them."

"I'm OK mom, I just feel backed up, that's all."

"I think I better call the doctor."

"No mom, I'm OK. Everything will probably be all right tomorrow."

"well, I think we better not take chances. Why not go to your room and lie down for a while. I wish you hadn't waited so long to tell me about all this."

"OK mom." I got up and left. Went to my room, turned on the TV and started to read a book.

A while later, I heard mom going down the corridor and enter the bathroom. She closed the door. A minute or two later, I heard the door open again and thought I could smell soap. She walked out and right into my room carrying the red rubber enema bag on her arm.

"Jim, I think we had better get you cleaned out right away with a good soapsuds enema. You know how you used to be. I don't want you to be feeling badly and I don't want to be calling the doctor unnecessarily. This may be just what you need."

"Oh, mom, do you really think this is all necessary. I'm really sorry I said anything."

"No, I am glad you did. This enema should make you feel better right away. Now turn over and drop your pants. Mom knows best."

I did as she asked and she came over to the bed and dropped the red rubber bag and hose on the bed. Then she took a tube of Vaseline that she had, spread some on her fingers, and reached for my ass cheek, separated them and ran both her finger and the enema tube up my ass. I heard her pick up the bag and the click off the tube clamp. It was going in and it was hot.

I looked back at her and could see she was holding the rubber bag over me and the red tube was coming down behind me and disappearing into the crack of my ass. The pressure was beginning to mount in me and I felt great. My prick began to rise ever so slightly as the water continued to flow.

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