I was puzzled. Edna, in previous “lessons”, had me submit to both adult and childish practices — and the adult practices had me assume a rather flattering role. But that probing finger was different. It was not unpleasant — in fact I had felt pleasure coming from my anus and rectum as I reached orgasm. Yet, that was not like what I had imagined about lovemaking. Clearly Edna was dominant in that act, and I had been brought up with the idea that the man, as with all other human activities save homemaking and raising children, was to be dominant.

Also, despite all my ignorance and naïveté, I had heard about anal penetration as the province of homosexual men, depicted as at best effeminate and mentally disturbed, at worst as perverts and sinners. I obviously liked Edna's finger up there, was I secretly homosexual? But Edna was a woman, obviously, a quite motherly and feminine one to boot...

The rest of the day was uneventful. The night was better than the previous ones — the illness was perhaps going away, at last! I however woke up quite late. Aunt Josephine brought me the familiar canvas bag so that I could check my temperature — probably Edna had somewhat altered the way she had described her ministrations! I still had some slight fever (37.8 Celsius in the morning, which is a bit elevated), but I was no longer really sick. Just very tired.

Aunt Josephine's social program for me had gotten late, and she wanted to recoup some of the lost time. We made a short visit in the morning to the Rivières, friends of hers who had known me little and wanted to see what I had become. The Rivières retained us for lunch. In the afternoon, we visited the Van Lanckers. I was still quite weak and the visits took a toll on me, so I was glad to be back home.

Josephine, however, had dinner planned with the Plantains. She tried to get it canceled, only to be told that if I could not come, at least she could come, and I'd see her another day. Josephine left and told me not to wait for her return, since the Plantains appreciated long after-dinner talks. So I was left with Edna, who was to prepare a quick dinner for the both of us. Said dinner was good, actually; and I admired Edna for her ability to use simple ingredients, at short notice, and make delicacies out of them.

As Edna was taking the plates and cutleries to the sink to wash them, she said that she would be done in 15 minutes and she expected me to be ready for my bath.

So in came Edna to my room, wearing her apron. “To the bathroom”, she said cheerfully. There I disrobed. Edna prepared a glycerin suppository, and ordered me to bend over the bidet.

“But, Edna... I already had a bowel movement this morning!

- So you'll have a second one this evening. I don't see the problem. Please bend over.”

She meant business. So I bent over, but as she aimed the laxative at my nether entrance, I questioned her.

“Edna... why did Josephine and you give us glycerin suppositories before bath?

- When your cousin was 4, he got very constipated, to the point of injuring himself. We saw this during bath-time, he was bleeding. So for some days we bathed him every evening after inserting a lubricated glycerin suppository — I think he also got one in the morning — so that his anus could heal. After this issue settled, your aunt thought it appropriate to continue the practice during baths. And when you, your brother or your sister were in, it seemed just appropriate to apply the same.” Ah ah! I recall my sister mentioning this practice with disgust. At least she was not spared that indignity.

After the suppository was in, the ritual continued with the inspection of my genitals. She had seen them up close several times during the week, but the procedure from childhood had to be followed.

“Edna, why did Josephine and you check my genitals?

- Ah ah. Well, your American father, as you know, regretted that you had not been circumcised as a newborn and feared you would get infections. So when your aunt or myself were in charge of bathing you, we would check that everything was ok. Since we started doing it on you, we had to do it on your cousin and your brother as well, so that no boy could complain about unequal treatment. Besides, not a bad idea to check on them, even though things are simpler with your brother.”

Her eyes brightened. “By the way, we did your sister as well.

- Oh???” The thought of my annoying sister having to show her privates to Josephine or, even better, Edna, was quite entertaining.

“Yes. We had her bent over the bidet, and after the suppository was in she was to stay legs apart. Either your aunt or myself knelt, pulled her labia apart and checked for signs of irritation. I mean, why do only the boys?”

Uh oh! Sister must have hated that. I smiled. At that age, I still had scores to settle!

Edna's genital check was longer than the first time, for this time she palpated my testicles in addition to the foreskin check. I was pronounced fit for service, and sent to bath.

This time, however, she undressed completely and got into the bath with me. She showered and washed me head to toes, and invited me to do likewise. It was quite exhilarating. She invited me to do her nooks and crannies, explained how to deal with female genitals (soap on the skin but never on the pink parts). Then we sat together in the bad, which was a little uncomfortable but fun.

However, I still had the glycerin to deal with, and a serious urge came. Edna dried me, then led me to the toilet. I expected her to leave, but she just stood in the doorway.

“Uh, Edna, can't you leave?

- Why? I want to see you having your bowel movement.”

I rolled my eyes. “But this is beyond humiliating!

- Tut-tut. Big words. Be a good boy.”

I was there, sitting on the toilet with my stomach churning. What could I do? I started expelling. It was so weird doing it in front of somebody.

“You find it bad? Well, this is only a fraction of what it means to give birth. Showing your private parts to doctors, nurses or midwives. Being given an enema to force you to have a bowel movement prior to labor. Keep that in mind for when you get a woman pregnant.”

Another lesson, learned in a most undignified posture.

As I reached for the toilet paper, Edna stopped my hand.

“Try some more expelling, then I'll wipe you.”

And so I did. As I stood, Edna had a look into the bowl.

“See? A good idea after all. An empty bowel is a good thing in bed, be it for sleeping or for anything else.”

“Anything else — did she have any plans?” I thought. But I had more immediate problems, for now Edna instructed me to bend over legs apart, and wiped me as though I were a toddler. Then, she escorted me back to the bathroom for the washing of my anus and buttocks over the bidet.

“Now off to bed.”

My previous lessons with Edna had been short and constrained. Here, Edna wanted to teach me what lovemaking was like. We kissed and petted freely, and despite Edna being an older woman, I really enjoyed it. Her hands and mouth were all over the place and so were mine.

Some boys I knew boasted of relationships with girls. Perhaps not of going “all the way”, but at least of kissing and petting them. But none of them had mentioned the delight of being petted themselves. Perhaps it did not fit their manly ideals? Or perhaps the girls did not dare to act? In any case, Edna dared.

“Mmmh Alex, you learn quickly!”

She sucked me a little, then looked at me in the eyes. “Alex, I would really like it if you could give me pleasure before you do.. Now can you leave me a little space to lay back?”

And she laid back and opened her legs. I soon buried my head between her thighs and licked her.

“Alex, please come over me.”

How easily my penis found her way into her moist orifice! I pumped and pumped. I was however a bit tense, not willing to expend my seed too early — I had a responsibility! Edna locked my feet with hers, was caressing my back. This was good, very good, better than anything we'd done so far, this was complete pleasure from the whole body and not only from the genitals.

Edna's breath was becoming heavier. She pressed on my lower back, inducing me to grind my pelvis into her. I increased my speed.

Edna shook. I stopped my movement, “a little more”, and I gave a few more thrusts. She was breathless; I was proud.

“Thank you, Alex. Now come finish yourself.”

I went back to speed, so to speak. Her vagina was now very, very wet and I felt her less intensely than before. However, freed from responsibility, I could now fuck her with abandon. I grabbed her by the hips and soon climaxed inside of her. She held me against her, as I regained breath.

“Alex, this was very good. And she kissed me on the cheek.”

After the both of us regained some composure, Edna was back into lesson mode.

“I brought some toilet paper on your bedside table. Please clean yourself up and wipe me.”

And so I wiped the semen, my semen, that was oozing from her vagina, still open from my action. What a sight. But Edna was back to lesson mode:

“One not so effective method not to have children is for the woman, as soon as the man has ejaculated inside her, to jump out of bed, go to the bidet and douche her vagina with water. You can imagine how unpleasant this is at a time when one would rather enjoy some relaxed moment in the arms of your husband or lover. Another method is for the male to ejaculate outside. This is difficult to master, and it's much safer to finish the male with the hand than to expect him to withdraw at the right time.”

“I have some booklets that I would like you to read. Things, you know, that were not quite legal to distribute, but that greatly helped my poor husband and myself in this respect. I want you to learn these things before you go with girls.”

“I would have enjoyed some more time with you, but I should go now, definitely. If Josephine asks why I stayed late, tell her we quietly played cards.”

And so went Edna. What an evening!