Duet Chapter 4 : Later that Evening

My room is on the second floor of the house and faces away from the living room. About eleven I went out the window and climbed slowly down the trellis that used to have roses and went off down the lane toward the house I was at earlier.

I got to the house just as the lady and her daughter were coming into the drive. They went into the house quickly arm in arm and closed the door. The lights went on in the living room and, through the window, I could seem them come and go up the main stairs. I looked out and lights to the bedrooms went on and then out again in a short time. Back at the window I could see them come down the stairs and come in and sit down. Both were now wearing nightgowns which were very sheer. Neither appeared to wearing anything underneath.

"Mom, that was some party. All the people and food and everything. Too bad dad wasn't able to be here."

"Yes, it was a good time," her mom said, as she sat next to her daughter on the couch. "You certainly had a good time. You would never know that you had a 'problem' earlier. How do you feel now?"

"I feel great, I think. Those enemas really worked. My stomach ache is mostly gone. I did stay away from most of the food, though, just in case...oh...you know. But, I must admit, my ass is still a little sensitive from the... well, ah spanking."

"Yes, you did do well on the food and I would expect that the spanking might still be sensitive. A spanking is meant to get your attention. Unfortunately, It also hurts, although i did not spank you nearly as hard as I could. perhaps we will say that the first time was simply meant to see if you really wanted one from me. I think that it is time for bed now. How about you?"

"Oh, I thought I might...well stay up for a while. Do you think we could...well...talk for a while...if you...don't mind."

"Sure, what would you like to talk about."

"Well, this is...ah...really...ah...hard. But I'd sorta like to talk about...ah...well...earlier...this evening if you...ah...don't mind."

"Oh. Well, OK, the floor is yours."

"Well...ah...this is ah....really well you know...really hard."

"Then let me start. You wonder how I feel about your confession about liking enemas and spankings and how you felt after them. Is that right?"

"Yeah...I...ah...guess that's it. After all, those feelings came out with my really needing that enema. I asked for the second one...well. because...well...you know. I felt that you really loved me to give them to me. I always loved you but...ah...it just seems that... well... getting an enema and a spanking from you was something special between us...you know...real love."

"Samantha, an enema is a perfectly normal way to solve a problem with constipation. Although I did give you spankings as well as a child, they were an expression of dislike for what I thought you were doing after I told you not to. I grew up in a family that used both frequently. I was really surprised to learn that you had grown to somehow like them. That was certainly not the reaction intended when you were over my knee at age 10."

"As I said to you earlier, your grandmother thought an enema solved everything, to include cramps during your periods. For me they even solved some early needs to feel, well, what sex was like. You experienced that this evening. Many young women have that feeling with an enema as they do with spankings. That's one reason why it is not good to get either of them very frequently, particularly the enemas. Many young women, and men, begin to associate them with sex."

"Is that bad?"

"No, not necessarily. many men and women use them as a part of sex. For a man, particularly, the water from an enema entering gives them an erection and they do much better at sex. Others use spanking as foreplay before sex for the same reason. Your father likes an occasional light spanking. So do I, I must confess. Your father knows how to do it just right."

"Wow, do women get the same feelings?"

"Yes, sometimes, just as you did this evening."

"Well...uh...then, if they are not harmful and...ah...they give you good...ah feelings...why are they bad?"

"Enemas are not bad when used as they are intended and spankings should not be so hard that they damage. Enemas should not be used so often that the person cannot have a normal bowel movement. Then they become bad. As I said, they even help in some cases to arouse a person to want to have sex. You should never think of them as bad. But as I said, they should not be used too often or the person will become dependent on them."

"Spankings start out as something needed for child discipline but they can become a sexual need as well. That's all right as long as they are used as foreplay and not as something more forceful to the point that they injure rather than redden and tingle emotions."

"I think I understand now. But i still think that in our case they show a special love between us, don't you?"

"Darling, I agree that love is expressed in many ways. If getting a hot, soapsuds enema or even a spanking from me makes you feel better and feel loved, then they are good for you. I will be happy to give them to you once in a while if you want."

"Thanks mom, just one more question. When you were giving them to me and you put your finger in my vagina as I was coming, how did you feel?"

"I thought you might ask that question. Sometimes women feel more comfortable expressing themselves and acting out their sex fantasies with other women. Some people call that lesbianism, or the love of women by women when they do it frequently. Others just feel that occasionally they want to express themselves to someone else and they need help. Often, this to a friend or, as in your case, a mother. You were just beginning to get feelings of sex this evening and I was here to help you along. That's not bad."

" A woman should be proud of her body and be willing to share it when necessary for love. You are my daughter. When you were a baby you got your milk from my breasts before you got a bottle. I shared myself with you. That is the love between a mother and child. Sometimes a mother does things to care for her child, like an enema when they are sick."

" Other times when discipline is required, a spanking may be necessary if other means do not work. For women, particularly, no one is closer than her mother. Besides being women, they... well... better understand the feelings that they have better than men. i will always think about you as my little girl, and if my little girl needs me to giver her an occasional enema or spanking then that's what I'm here for. Just not too often as I said."

"Oh mom, I do love you.", Samantha said as she moved over closer to her mother and snuggled her head between her mothers breasts. The look in both their eyes made it obvious that something important had happened between them. They both sat there for a long time just caressing each other as a mother and daughter.

"Your breasts are so wonderful to be close to. I feel so little again, just being able to be close to you and snuggle as I did as a child. i feel so comfortable with you and loved. Let's always be close this way."

Finally, her mother moved slightly and began to caress her daughters leg as she kissed her lightly on the cheek. She moved her hand up and down her daughter's leg and then up under her dress, kissing her on the forehead and neck as she did so. Samantha arched her body outward and separated her legs slightly as her mother came closer to her daughters pussy.

At the same time, Samantha began to move her hand over her mother's dress and moved the top down so that her bra-covered breast was visible. She kissed through the bra for a few seconds and then moved the lacy bra cup aside and sucked softly on her mother's breast for several seconds. In a few moments, she moved her head over to her mother's ear.

"I love your breasts, mom."

"I'm here for you dear," her mom whispered softly. "You just do what feels good for you. Suck them if you like. It feels good for me too. You're my little girl and I love you. i will always love you in special ways as long as I'm around. So you just enjoy our love anyway you desire."

"Mom, I think I need another enema. Would you please give me another big hot soapy enema. I need it right now." Samatha whispered softly, almost whimpering.

"I thought you might," her mother said as they moved apart and stood up. "Let's go do it now."

They left the room and the light went on downstairs. I moved to the window behind the bushes.

Samantha went over to the couch and took off her clothes. This time she removed everything quickly. Her mother went right to the bathroom and came back quickly with the red rubber enema bag over her arm. The thin nightdress that she wore allowed the light to shine through and show her now evidently great body.

Samantha rolled over on the couch and her mother quickly shoved first her finger and then the enema tube up her ass. The water started to flow. Her mother hung the bag on the lamp and lifted her daughter's leg to roll her over on her back. When she did, she began to caress Samantha's breasts and legs and finally began to insert a finger in Samantha's pussy. The daughter arched her back pushing her pelvis higher and was obviously enjoying the whole thing.

With the enema about half done, the mother sat down on the couch and motioned for Samantha to move again and lay face down on her lap. With the tube still in, her mother began to spank Samantha hard on her already reddened ass. Samantha screamed, but it sounded more of a scream of delight rather than pain. She continued to push her finger in and out of Samantha's pussy and then started doing the same with the enema tube in her ass.

Finally, the bag was all in. The spanking ended in a loud moan by Samantha. her mother removed the tube but then replaced it with her finger, first one then another. She continued to furiously push her fingers in and out and Samantha's asshole which seemed to widen and open to receive them. Then she stopped.

Samantha ran for the bathroom and soon water and more shit was pouring into the toilet. Her mother collected the enema equipment hanging from the lamp and entered the bathroom.

"Was that how you wanted it, Sam?, her mother asked."

"Oh, yes, mom. That was just great. Thank you."

"Each time you need an enema, it will always be this way. If you want something different you will tell me. Right?" Samanta did not answer.

They went back to the bedroom after Sam wiped her ass and sat on the couch with her mother's arm around them. Samantha snuggled close to her mother and again drew close to her breast.

"Mom, that was so good. Your fingers ...ah... felt...well... so...ah...good... up there...ah... in both places...you know......." Her voice trailed off. She snuggled again close to her mother with her mother's arm around her.

This time, her mother loosened the ties of her nightdress and reached down for her left breast which Samantha began to suck. Her mother caressed her back and then moved her hand down toward her thighs. Her hand gradually began to move toward Samantha's pussy and finally one finger then two began to enter.

"Sam, I love you", her mother whispered in her ear. "Let me make you feel good again."

Without another word, her mother rose from the couch and pulled her house dress over her head. As I thought, she was naked underneath the shift dress. Samantha also took off her clothes and then they sat back on the couch and resumed their petting in earnest. Samantha moved over and kissed her mother on the cheek and then on the lips. The first kiss moved into another and they kissed deeply as Samantha's mother's hand moved back to her pussy. Samantha did the same and they were both fingering each other.

She rolled over on her mother's lap and then the spanking resumed in earnest. Her mother really reddened her ass with the smacks to her bottom. All the while, another hand was fingering her asshole, first one finger then two more. In short order, Samantha moaned loudly again in a screaming orgasm.

"Mom, is this how women are supposed to feel after an enema and a spanking?"

"Yes dear. Many women feel this way after they have had an enema and a spanking, particularly from another woman. I often hoped and dreamed that my mother would do the same things for me but she never did. We were very close but she never understood my...well...needs...ah...yes...my needs. I always wanted her to...well...use her fingers...ah...." The tears came down now from her mother but she continued. "You know, somehow tonight, I thought...well... I was my...ah my mother and you...ah...were me and your pussy was...ah...mine and ah...well...ah your asshole was...ah mine. Oh I just don't know what to say." Then, her mother had the beginnings of more tears in her eyes.

Samantha sat for a few moments and then kissed her mother on the lips. I was clearly a different kind of kiss and it lasted several seconds. Her mother put her arm around Samantha's back like an embrace. Finally, their lips parted.

"Mother, I feel that we really understand each other and our... well... special needs. You understand."

"yes, I think I do. Now, go get rid of your enema darling." Her mother looked at her with very loving, soft eyes.

I left the house to return to my own very confused about the latest events.

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