In a past life, my mother-in-law asked me to give her vitamin B-12 shots every winter.
I never knew how this next part came up except she knew I gave her daughter, my wife, enemas for constipation.
My wife had told her she enjoyed my enemas, that I was very gentle and used different nozzles, which she liked.
When the mother-in-law was ready for a shot, she would take me in her bathroom, produce the needle, the medicine, the alcohol and a cotton ball.
She would watch as I drew the medicine into the syringe and put alcohol on the cotton ball. All the while, she was lowering her slacks and panties to mid thigh.
She didn’t seem to mind that I could see her pubic hair before she turned around and bent forward with her hands on the edge of the basin.
I’d rub a place on her left hip and pop the needle in quickly. She always said the shots I gave her were painless.
On one occasion, my wife told me that her mother was stopped up and she had ask her if I would come give her an enema.
That rocked me back on my heels and I told my wife I didn’t think I could do that. But my wife encouraged me saying it would just be this one time.
I called her mother and asked her how she was feeling. She said that it had been days since she had been able to go to the bathroom!
I asked her if she realized she would have to bare herself for the procedure. She said she did and under the circumstances, she would welcome the relief more than her vanity.
I told her ok and asked if she had any equipment. She said she had an old douche bag. I asked if it was rotten and might break or was it in good shape.
I asked if she had the necessary nozzles. She said she did so I told her I would bring our bag and hose and use her nozzles.
I gathered up our large red bag, our light stand to hold the bag and headed out.
When I arrived, my mother-in-law was in her kitchen with a large pitcher, a bar of Ivory soap and her nozzles on counter.
It was an interesting collection - the small, straight enema nozzle (that no one uses), one that resembled a butt plug, a douche nozzle that was slightly curved with holes on all four sides of the squared end, and a larger, longer douche nozzle with a bulbous head, which was at least an inch wide. But the interesting thing about this nozzle was that it was soft and somewhat flexible.
I told her I’d never seen anything like it. She let out a naughty sounding laugh and admitted she hadn’t either until she was ordering a douche bulb over the Internet.
She picked up the big nozzle, fondled and looked up at me with a slight blush. Then she almost whispered, “I shouldn’t admit this but it feels great, if you know what I mean.”
I told her the nozzle choice would depend on how impacted she was, but the plug type might be the best choice for the first enema. I told her I normally preferred a longer pipe that would reach the sigmoid because the nozzle would stay in place and not slip out.
With that I began warming the water flowing out of the faucet and filling the plastic pitcher. When it was half full, I stopped the water and dropped in the bar of Ivory soap. I swished it around with a spoon until the water became milky white. Then I topped off the pitcher with more warm water.
I turned to my mother-in-law and said let’s go setup the stand and get you in position. I‘ll come back for the bag and water after I know which nozzle we need to use for this first bag.
She nodded, turned and headed for her bedroom. Following behind her with the stand, I asked if she had any Vaseline. She acknowledged the need and stepped into her bathroom to retrieve the jar from her medicine cabinet.
I continued to her bedside and set up the stand. When she arrived and handed me the Vaseline, she had a large towel, which she spread over her bed.
Then she asked if she should take her bottoms off. I told her, yeah, to take them off in case she had to run to the toilet.
When she did, she tossed them aside, pulled off her panties without hesitation and asked what position I wanted her in. I told her to lie on her stomach with a pillow folded under her tummy.
With that, she grabbed one of her pillows, folded it double and took her position. The pillow served to raise her hips and her cheeks naturally separated enough that I could see her pink anus. When I put a hand inside her legs to separate them, she gave no resistance.
I asked her to bend her right leg some. She did without hesitation. Now I could see her anus and her hairy labia. She had always had a full bush as women of her generation always did.
I reached with both hands and spread her cheeks wider, asking her if it was okay to give her a brief rectal exam to determine how impacted she was so I would know which nozzle to start with.
She said okay so I opened the Vaseline, scooped out a glob and took aim at her pink hole. She had a small hemorrhoid and I told her I’m be gentle and push it back into her rectum.
To my surprise, she lifted her hips up to meet my finger. I rubbed my finger around her anus a few times and asked her if she was relaxed. She answered with a breathy, yes.
With that, I pushed my finger into her rectum and twisted my finger to the right and left before removing it. I eyed her for any reaction before plunging back into her rose bud as far as my index finger would go.
She gasped slightly and I held my finger still and asked if I was hurting her. Silently, she shook her head no.
As I figured that was the case, I resumed moving my finger in her butthole and reported that I could feel some firm stool and that I understood why she wanted a clean out.
I removed my finger, got another glob of Vaseline and entered her ass again. This time I told her to relax her sphincter muscles while I massaged them to open her up so the nozzle would not be uncomfortable.
She nodded silently again and I noticed her hips moving slightly as I put pressure on her sphincters and rubbed with my finger moving in and out.
After massaging all four quadrants, I removed my finger and told her to lie still and relax while I poured up her enema into the bag and that I felt sure we should use the butt plug type nozzle and that I could easily seat it around her inner sphincter to prevent any leakage.
She said okay and lowered her hips back on the pillow as I made my way to the kitchen and the waiting enema bag and soapy water.
By now the water had cooled so I turned on the hot water, poured out half of the pitcher. I dropped the soap bar back into the pitcher and refilled it with the warm water and swirled the bar around making sure the mixture was very soapy.
Satisfied, I connected the butt plug shaped nozzle on the red hose, closed the clamp and filled the two quart bag to overflowing. I love the sight of soap suds spilling over the top of an enema bag, knowing it’s full and my “patient” will have take it all.
Upon reentering the bedroom, my mother-in-law turned to look. Seeing the bulging bag, she said, “Boy, do I need all of that bag.”
I chuckled and said I would do my best to help her do just that! And she said I might have to talk her through it. I admitted I sometimes had to encourage her daughter to finish a full bag but we went slowly with stop and go, waiting out occasional cramps.
I asked her to open her legs a little and lift her hips to help me insert the nozzle comfortably. She presented her bottom beautifully and moved her hands under her pelvis to help lift her hips higher.
I had the bag hanging in place as I greased the fat plug nozzle. I looked back at her waiting butthole, patted both hips and asked if she was ready.
She said yes, so I used my empty hand to spread her cheeks right at her anus and eased the head of the nozzle into her rectum.
I stopped and asked if she was okay and was the nozzle feeling okay. She said everything was fine and the movement of the nozzle bulge felt good.
Surprised that she would reveal that, I felt it was okay to move the nozzle all around, pulling it out a few times, knowing that she was enjoying the experience, would not feel violated and I could watch her anus and rectum open wide and then close around the plug.
She couldn’t help but moan softly as I worked the nozzle around. Satisfied that I had given her good pleasure, I told her I was going to seat the nozzle against her inner sphincter, so I pulled back on the plug until I felt it stop against inner sphincter muscle.
I told her she might feel a slight pressure until I she got used to plug as the shank was at least an inch in diameter. Without hesitation she said she was okay, I was being very gentle and the movements were okay.
Remembering the exquisite feeling from my own enemas, I took the chance and wiggled the nozzle a bit and asked if she was okay and ready for her enema.
She said she had never been more ready and she enjoyed my expert knowledge of her anatomy and gentleness.
I chuckled again telling her that her ability to relax helped me. With that said, I patted her full, round hip, squeezed it and said, “Here we go.”
I opened the clamp to its slowest flow. She said, “That’s just right. Keep it slow.”
Believing she was okay with most anything, I began massaging her hips with my fingertips as I spoke softly telling her to relax and take slow, deep breaths and enjoy the soapy enema filling her and softening her stool for an easy evacuation.
As the bag reached half empty, I shut off the clamp and asked if she had any discomfort. She said she was experiencing a lot of pressure in her stomach because of the pillow pushing into her stomach.
I asked if she wanted to remove it and she asked if she could roll onto her back and have me rub her stomach while she finished the rest of the bag.
I told her sure but I that I’d better remove the nozzle to avoid any leaks. She agreed and immediately reached back with both hands and spread her ample bottom. I knew the removal of the fat plug was totally unnecessary and I think she did too but she agreed to it, so I did. After all, the removal and reinsertion would give us both erotic pleasure and we both knew that!
I began to believe she was really getting good vibes from her exposure and my gentle handling of the situation.
As I removed the fat nozzle, she released her hips and rolled over on her back. I immediately had an unobstructed view of her bushy vulva, which she quickly covered with her hands saying, “Excuse me.”
I reassured her not to be embarrassed that she would need to raise her legs and bend them back toward her shoulders for me to see to reinsert her nozzle.
She acknowledged that and moved her hands as she reached for the pillow and positioned it under her bottom to raise her hips.
I took the opportunity to hang the fat nozzle back in the top of the bag and reached to massage her stomach. I rubbed counter clockwise to move the soapy water higher into her colon. I enjoyed feeling her soft stomach and taking a few glances at her hairy vulva when she would close her eyes. I told her I could feel the blockages getting softer with the massaging
She opened her eyes again and I said, “Let’s continue,” before the rest of her enema got too cool.
With that she raised her legs back and I reached for the Vaseline to re-coat her rectum with more lube. She had put one hand back covering her labia and used her other hand to hold her one leg back.
She watched as I spread more Vaseline on the nozzle before I aimed it toward her anus. As I did she moved her hand away from her crotch to hold both legs back.
I also reached for one leg to push it back a little more and to pull her legs further apart. She didn’t resist as she pulled back further and let her legs fall open wider.
I angled the fat nozzle slightly upward to gently reenter her rectum. As I did she closed her eyes tightly and told me, “That feels great”
I told her to just relax her sphincters and let me work the nozzle slowly. Of course I was enjoying the view I had as her labia were now separating slightly and as she laid there with eyes closed, I took the opportunity to look for her clit.
As I approached her anus with my finger to smear more Vaseline around her pink crinkled skin, I noticed some fine, black hairs. They laying in the lubricant but were still rather curly. I felt my dick tingle at the sight but I refocused on my job and reinserted her butt plug nozzle.
She let a sigh escape from her lips and said, “That’s it. Good job. That felt great going through the sphincter.”
I smiled at the compliment and told her she could relax her legs and put her feet down on the bed but to keep her knees up and open. She said she wanted to stay as she was if she wasn’t embarrassing me.
I assured her everything was okay as I opened the clamp to the same slow flow and reached my other hand to massage her soft stomach and resume her first soapy enema.
As the flow resumed, I encouraged her to relax, taking slow deep breaths. She closed eyes and I felt her body melt into the bed as I continued massaging her tummy and slightly moving the nozzle in her ass.
She told me she felt great and could feel the water expanding her. I asked if the pressure was too much. She said no as I heard the bag give up its last dregs.
I told her we’d wait 10 minutes for the enema to soften her stool and that I would keep the nozzle in place to help her retain her water.
She said okay as she began straightening her legs up to help her circulation. I watched as disinterested as I could but enjoyed the show. Then she opened her legs wider, then closed them and then opened them wide again.
She did these movements several times and had to know I was in view of all her lady bits. The truth is she was fully relaxed and had lost concern for my seeing her anus, her pussy and my fingering her to lubricate her asshole.
As the time expired, I wiggled the nozzle out slowly as she looked down toward her pubic hair smiling and said, “Good-bye ole nozzle friend. I enjoyed you.”
With that, I helped her up and told her to let nature take over, to relax and let everything flow.
I went back to the kitchen to mix second bag of warm soapy water and to contemplate what position I would ask her to assume. Because we had used both the tummy and baby diaper positions, I wondered if she would agree to my secret favorite - the knee-chest with her bottom high and her shoulders and breasts on the bed.
Because she had little qualms about my seeing all her goodies, I thought she just might be okay.
With another very full bag of even warmer and soapier water, I removed the butt plug nozzle and went for the long flexible douche-type nozzle. I was excited thinking about fucking her ass with this “big dick” nozzle. I returned to her bedroom, hung the bulging bag and waited for my “patient” to reappear.
In just a few more moments, the bathroom door opened. She had both hands on her stomach saying how good the relief was but she was sweating and asked if I minded if she removed her top before we started her next enema.
I told her that after everything that happened so far, I wouldn’t mind if she was comfortable being fully nude in front of me.
She answered as she unbuttoned her top and tossing it aside that there was little to hide and less chance of her being embarrassed.
As she stood totally naked, she cupped and squeezed her breasts in my direction and asked what position I wanted her to assume.
I told her I didn’t want to embarrass her but the enema could go higher into her colon if she would get on her knees. I blushed as I said that and she laughed. She said it seemed she had embarrassed me.
Then she asked if I knew how to use this thick tube. I told her I did and she didn’t have to worry that i would go slow and be gentle.
My now naked mother-in-law mounted her bed on her knees with her fleshy ass high in the air and spread her legs further than I thought humanly possible. What a view she was giving me but she wasn’t done. After settling on her shoulders, she reached back with both hands and spread her impressive soft pink hips as wide as possible.
I felt a bead of sweat on my forehead as I gazed upon this luscious sight. Shaking myself back to reality, I told her I thought I should add more Vaseline and massage her sphincters a little more. She moaned approval.
As I was reaching for the jar, she started flapping her fleshy cheeks open and closed in a teasing way. I chuckled and told her I didn’t think I could hit a moving target.
Then she chuckled and said she was just messing with me. I asked if she was this way with all her doctors. “You will never know, sweetie,” was her reply.
With more Vaseline on my finger, I eased back into her rectum putting pressure on her sphincter muscles. Telling her to relax, I eased a second finger into her, which was greeted with a gasp and moan.
I stopped my fingers and asked if she was okay.
She said, “Oh honey, I‘m better than okay. You are doing a great job. Just take your time. The massaging feels wonderful and I know I need it for that nozzle.”
Hearing her reassurance, I doubled my efforts to give her as much pleasure as I could. After a couple of minutes, I felt her ass open up. I withdrew my fingers and reached for the “big dick” nozzle thinking that she was going to get butt fucked in a major way.
As I put the tip to her anus, I told her to take a deep, deep breath. As she did I pushed this Italian sausage-sized nozzle into her rectum. Another gasp and she said, “Oh my gosh. I haven’t felt this full since the last time I used this monster.”
Holding the nozzle still, I raised a hand, patted her cheek, gave it a gentle squeeze and asked if she wanted to continue. She almost shouted yes.
With her resounding agreement, I worked her monster in and out in my best fucking motion, always going deeper on each stroke.
About four inches deep I started a slow flow hoping the soapy water would help me find her sigmoid. I resumed fucking her with the fat nozzle, going ever deeper and into her sigmoid colon.
Now she was openly pushing back and moaning in rhythm with my strokes. Her nozzle was fully seated in her sigmoid now and I stopped my movement and patted her cheek.
”Good job,” I told her as I smiled looking down at my accomplishment. She was in another place and time by now and to my surprise, she said, “Please keep fucking my ass.”
I was shocked at her use of the F bomb but I obeyed my patient and gave her the enema fuck of her life. In less than two minutes she erupted in a squirting orgasm and language that would make a sailor blush.
She calmed back down but was still heaving heavily as the bag went flat. I wiggled the nozzle around and gave her gentle pats on her fat cheeks alternating with firm squeezes until her breathing returned to normal.
As I eased the fat nozzle out, I commented that she could go straight to the commode without a waiting period.
When the nozzle was out, she spoke. “I don‘t think I can walk without your help.”
So I helped her up and walked her to the toilet where she practically fell onto the seat. I was afraid to leave her, so I held her as the large enema drained from her body.
After about 15 minutes, she tried reaching for the toilet paper roll but she didn’t have the strength to tear it off the roll.
So I did the one thing I never thought I’d have to do, I took the paper, leaned her forward and wiped her butt.
I didn’t really mind as this was her second enema, there was little smell and little stool I could see in the brown water.
Looking to be sure she was clean, I helped her stand, flushed the toilet and walked her back to the bed where she collapsed in a pile.
While she rested silently, I removed her squirt wet towel, put it aside and took another from the linen closet and spread it out on her bed.
When she spoke, she said forgive the language I’m about to use but that was the best ass fucking I’ve ever had and the strongest orgasm ever. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. Thank you.
I knew she would need some recovery time so I turned her on her stomach and gently started massaging her back, her bottom and her legs.
I stopped, telling her I was going to get her a glass of water. She thanked me and moved into a sleep position.
When I returned with the water, she had the strength to sit up and sip some of the liquid.
As she sat there fully nude, I couldn’t help but ogle her body. Her breasts that were heaving as I led her to the bathroom and her pubic bush that was as wild as a forest was simply beautiful.
I spoke first. “I guess your rinse enema will have to wait.”
She simply smiled and nodded at me. Then she spoke. “I do want it but give me a few more minutes.“
Soon she stood and made another trip to the commode and released more water that must have been trapped high in her colon.
When she re-emerged, she asked if I could handle a long colon tube for her rinse enema. I told her I could but I didn’t have one.
She casually walked past me with soft hips swaying and opened the linen closet rummaging around under her towels and pulled out a zipper bag.
Opening it, she produced an impressive colon tube that was an half inch in diameter and at least 15 inches long.
She asked if I thought that would do. Blushing again I said I believed it would and asked if she would give it a good washing. She nodded and headed for a sink while I busied myself removing the fat douche nozzle from the hose and refilling the bag plain warm water.
When she returned, I took the tube, put a little Vaseline on the connector and started twisting the tube onto it.
As I worked, my mother-in-law cupped and squeezed her breasts enough that her nipples awoke and grew in size.
As I got the tube seated on the hose, my patient assumed the knee-chest position again, spread her knees and waited for me to lube her.
While I could see her anus, I asked her to reach back and spread her hips for me. As she did that, I was digging another glob of Vaseline out and moved closer to the bed.
I told her to breathe slowly as I lubed her. Her sphincters were very relaxed now but she moaned with pleasure as I pushed my finger deeply into her gut. As I moved all around her bowel, she pushed back against my hand and moaned softly.
I whispered quietly in her ear that I was going to stretch her sphincters a little more. She whispered a breathy okay as I slipped a second finger into her ass.
Her push back against my hand got more forceful and her breathing got more pronounced.
I knew by this point that my sweet mother-in-law loved enemas, had no problem with nudity and full exposure in front me. I decided to take a next step.
I extracted my fingers and reached for the colon tube wondering how far I could get it into her colon.
Using the lube on my fingers to grease the colon tube, I noticed my patient had released her hips and was squeezing her breasts again.
Amused, I watched her a moment as I squeezed one cheek and then the other.
I aimed the slightly larger end of the tube and fed it past her anus and into her rectum. As I guided it into her rectum, I had my index finger along the side the tube and both slipped in easily.
My patient moaned and told me the tube was thicker than she remembered or I was letting my finger slip in with the tube.
I chuckled again, said guilty and asked if that was okay. She moaned approval before I extracted my finger and opened the clamp one notch for another slow flow as I worked to get the tube deeper into her colon.
Deep slow breathing told me I was doing okay. As I reached the end of the tube, I patted her bottom and encouraged her to relax and continue her slow breathing.
Her moaning and hip swaying returned accompanied by a symphony of comments about how pleasurable she felt.
It was time for me to take the next step. I decided to take the chance. I bent down to get a closer look at her labia checking for moisture.
There it was. Slow drips onto her towel and an engorged clit. I knew this was the moment of truth so I gently touched her clit. She jumped and gave me a groan.
I asked if that was okay. Again, she greeted my question with another moan of approval so I rubbed a little firmer and she started bucking against my finger and her moaning got a lot louder.
As I was watching the bag slowly empty, I was trying my best to time another orgasm with the bag going completely flat.
In an instant she began her orgasm, squirting into my hand and moving so much I couldn’t keep contact with her enlarged clit.
When she started calming down, the bag went flat. I teasingly wiggled the end of the tube, she moaned loudly and had a second squirting orgasm.
Now she lowered her body to the bed, looked up and simply said, “Spank me.”
I know I smiled ear to ear as I started spanking her firmly as I alternated cheeks. After a half dozen smacks, she hollered. “Harder.”
I redoubled my efforts and started in earnest. My hand was hurting after about 20 hard smacks so I stopped to shake the pain from my hand.
To my surprise, she bellowed, “Don’t stop. I’m just about to orgasm again.”
I figured, well, if her butt can take it, my hand can too. I began again with very solid and rapid strokes. Her butt was a crimson red but her vocalizations told me she was having a third squirting O.
This time I tapered off my strokes and firmly squeezed her hot cheeks. As she came back to reality, she said, “That’s the best enema and butt beating I’ve ever had. Thank you.
As her breathing returned to normal again, I eased the long colon tube out of her butt. She moaned softly letting me know the extraction felt good. I helped her upright and guided her to the toilet where she sank down started her release.
When she emerged, still naked, I was in the kitchen cleaning every up. She stopped me saying, “Hug me.”
We shared a long, warm hug as I gently patted her sore bottom.
When we uncoupled, she looked deep into my eyes and said, “I don’t have to tell you this goes nowhere and it will always be our secret.”
I heartily agreed and ask her for one last act. She nodded approval and said, “Your wish is my command.”
With that I asked her if she would get a fresh bra, set of panties, slacks and a top and let me watch as she redressed.
She smiled, nodded again and headed for her boudoir. She returned and slowly fulfilled my request as she glowed in the light of my watchful eye.
Once fully dressed I told her I had a personal and nosy question. She looked quizzically at me and said, “Anything.”
With that license, I lowered my voice and asked if she would share her enema history with me. She asked, “Are you sure you want to go there with me?”
I confirmed I did. She smiled another naughty smile and said, Let’s call your wife to tell her I survived and that I’m brewing us a pot of coffee and that you were very nice to me.
I smiled a smile that partners in crime would share and nodded my approval.
She turned around to prepare the coffee when I heard a moan. “Anything wrong,” I asked.
She said her clothes were hurting her sore butt. “I’m going to take my clothes off and make that phone call.”
With that she disappeared into her bedroom and the coffee pot started its loud perking.
Momentarily, she reappeared in just a thin, short makeup smock and pulled two mugs from her cabinet.
Then she took a chair in front of me and asked, “Okay, what do you want to know?”
I stumbled over my first word, cleared my throat and said, “Well, obviously today wasn’t your first enema, and, if I’m not mistaken, you have some BDSM experiences in your not too distant past.”
As if on cue, the perking coffee pot was finished and my mother-in-law turned to pour up our cups. While she was walking, she reached to tie the sash of her smock, which had the effect of lifting the hem above her hips revealing the redness of her swaying hips.
I swallowed at the sight and felt a tightness in my crotch. I admit I was getting turned on thinking about what this slender, shapely 50 something woman was going to tell me.
She handed me my cup, sat back down, took a sip of joe and said, “Let’s see, where should I begin?
I sat in silence sipping my coffee as she related her sexual history from childhood experimentation with girlfriends to her high school boyfriends to her very wild college years until she met her husband and he introduced her to BDSM, to swinging to enema festivals to medfit to nudism and finally to any other kinky thing that was worth exploring.
My all encompassing response was one word, “Wow.”
She asked, “Have I shocked you?”
”Maybe a little,” I lied. “From the way you behaved with me giving you those very erotic enemas, I believed you must have had an interesting past, but I wouldn’t have guessed everything you mentioned.”
With that my mother-in-law uncrossed her legs and I caught a glimpse of her bush as her smock fell open.
Then she started again. “My late husband was raised in a hippie commune in California and most of the things we tried were things he saw almost everyday in his community. He told me they were normal to him and he didn’t know everyone didn’t live that way until he got to college.
” I decided I wanted to have all of those experiences too so I told my husband that I wanted to experience those things. So, for the next few. years, we were out there.
”I was totally into the scene with no regrets until our daughter was born. We decided it was time to settle down and become a more vanilla family, so we did.
”I have absolutely no regrets for walking away or the years we sowed our wild oats. My husband was my rock and had my back always.
”I guess it worked for us because we didn’t do anything both of us didn’t want to do, and because I wanted to experience everything he had, there no limits to what we did.”
When she finished and took another sip of coffee, I had the perfect response, I said, “Wow.”
As she studied my facial expressions, trying to figure if she thoroughly bewildered me or if I truly meant, “Wow.”
Tried my best to reassure her, but I needed some clarification. I asked, “So your daughter, my wife has no knowledge of this?”
”That’s exactly right except for the few things we brought into our mostly vanilla lifestyle.
”For instance, we practiced closet nudity. We never wore bathing suits in our backyard pool unless we had company.
”We never worried about casual nudity in our home when we were alone and we openly gave and received enemas as a normal occurrence. That worked out for the best because of my daughter’s constipation problems, which you are fully familiar with.
”And I’ll tell you this, she is fully aware that I would be nude at some point while you gave me enemas because we always took our enemas nude with no hesitation so don’t lie if she questions you about that.
”She won’t have any idea of the orgasms, the spanking or any other BDSM activities, and those are the things I want to remain only between us.”
As she paused and took another sip from her cup, I told her that her daughter encouraged me to give you enemas today that it would be the only time it would happen.
Mother-in-law chuckled again stating she had told my wife to say that if I was hesitant.
I said, “So this could happen again? Any chance it could become an accepted part of this family or our relationship?”
She nodded affirmatively that she and my wife had discussed it and the only concern was whether or not I could handle it.
”When you go home, you might do yourself a favor and tell your wife everything was fine and that we agreed you would be happy to help me anytime I needed as you do for her. Got it?”
No doubt I got it but my head was swimming with the news of this family arrangement.
My mother-in-law got up, handed me the bag containing my enema bag and told me to go home to my wife, her daughter.
With that I took the bag, kissed her forehead and quietly said, “Next time I get enemas too.”