Josephine, she told me, was rehearsing a duet with a violinist friend. With my arrival, she was a bit late in her schedule, and wanted to be better prepared for when her friend would come to visit. Did the music disturb me? Not at all! Did I like it? Oh yes, very much! (Oh the hypocrisy! That piano music had served as a background to my play with Edna, I was not listening intently...)

After lunch, I again excused myself and went back to my room for reading, as Edna was doing the dishes. I soon was dozing off over my book. I actually do not remember falling asleep, but I woke up later to the sound of piano, and one cannot wake up without having fallen asleep, after all. I went to pee — the fever made me quite constantly thirsty.

Perhaps Edna was awaiting me, for I met her in the corridor, smiling. “I think it's again time for your temperature. Please wait for me in your bedroom.”

Edna was soon in my room with the familiar canvas bag. I was already lying in bed on the side, and, at her arrival, pulled down my pajama bottoms and pulled my legs to my chest, to ease access to my “derrière”. I heard her behind me, preparing the thermometer. Then she pulled my buttocks. Again, I did not need to be told to bear down, and thus present my anus for easy penetration by the glass rod, which soon was in.

“What a good boy!”, she said, as she patted my rear. Then followed the usual questions: was it still aching, where, how about my bowel movements, etc., as she was petting me on the buttocks, back, thighs, chest and stomach. She sure was teasing me, for I now longed for her hand to move to my penis, which she touched only very quickly.

Finally, she seized my now erect appendage “What do we have here, young man?”. She toyed with it. “That's surely the right way for a man to pay homage to a woman.”

That scene pretty much summarized the ambiguity of my relationship with Edna. She was treating me as an adult by playing with me sexually, yet at the very same time she was taking my temperature in the rear as I were 5 years old.

Edna then removed the thermometer and read it. “Still some fever. Can you please go have a bowel movement, so that I can give you a suppository?”.

And as I stood, still half-hard, and Edna had started cleaning the thermometer, she said “After going to the toilet, I suggest you wash back and front.”

I obediently did as told. And when I came back, I immediately laid on my side on the bed, pulled down my pajamas and pulled my legs to my chest.

“What a good boy! Have you had a bowel movement?

- Yes, Edna.

- No difficulties?

- No.

- Hmmm. Since you have been such a good boy I may give you a special treat. Please roll on your back, your bottom to the edge of the bed.”

Edna knelt on the rug and took my penis. She started sucking on it. I was in Heaven.

With her other hand, she petted my buttocks, tickled me in between, tickled me over the testicles... what a feeling.

“And now, Alex, since you've been such a good boy, I'm going to give you a very special treat.”

I heard her opening the Vaseline again. Then a greasy finger tickled my anus. I bore down. Her finger entered me, deeper than she had done any time before, and stayed. The feelings were strange — my sphincter was adapting to the intruder.

With her finger still firmly inside of me, Edna's mouth and other hand went back to work on my penis. It was good, but at the same time strange, for any expression of pleasure had me contract my hole around her.

Then her finger started moving back and forth. Not wide movements, but still, this was the gesture of coitus — in my rear! At that age, I was quite ignorant about homosexuality, but we us boys had talked about men sticking it in the rear — disgusting! Well, even though it was just a finger, I was now in the position of the male getting it...

“Bear down a bit, let's get some more Vaseline.”

The finger exited, then reentered. Deep. I felt her finger moving inside, as though searching me. And then Edna hit something inside of me — a weird sensation of pleasure and wanting to pee.

She handled and sucked my penis in earnest. At the same time, she was fucking me with her finger, then pushing deeper and pressing on this weird spot inside of me. I had never felt anything like that. The thought came to me that was probably like what a woman felt when fingered, as I had done to Edna while licking her.

It did not take long before I ejaculated. Edna kept her finger inside of me as she licked and swallowed the semen on my glans, then slowly withdrew. With some toilet paper from the little canvas bag, she wiped my penis, then my rear.

“Did you enjoy that?

- Yes.”

She held me to her bosom. Then, after I had regained my breath, she said.

“There is still a lot of Vaseline back there. You'd better go wash yourself.”

And so I did. And even after washing, I could still feel the very thin layer on Vaseline on my rear, as a souvenir of what I had been submitted to.