Nancy, the neighbor down the street, was working hard in her garden. Each year, even in her old house, Nancy grew vegetables and fruit, eventually canning most of what he grew for use during the winter. In her new house, she started doing the same, growing tomatoes, peppers, peas, and lettuce in her gardens at the rear of her home once the weather turned warmer.

Working with her tomato plants at the side of the house, Nancy saw Sally walking along the sidewalk by her house and called to her.

Sally,” yelled Nancy, “Come on in and see my gardens.”

Sally, deep in thought, realized someone was calling and looked toward the voice, seeing Nancy waving to her.

“Hi, Nancy,” she said, “How’s everything?”

“Great. Come on in and see my garden,” Nancy answered. “My plants are just starting to grow.”

Sally entered the yard through a gate at the side of house, near the gardens, and saw a long, tilled area with myriad plants popping up in evenly spaced rows.

“This is wonderful,” exclaimed Sally, looking at all the plantings. “Sure wish I could do this myself. You have a green thumb, as people say,” Sally added.

“I do love my plants, Sally,” offered Nancy, “And anyone can learn. I’ll be happy to teach you if you wish. It’s not too late to grow plant of various kinds this season. It’s still early.”

“I don’t know,” Sally responded. “It looks a bit complex to me, trying to understand each plant and how to grow them.”

“It’s not complex at all, Sally,” Said Nancy. “No more complex than learning how to give an enema.” Sally and Nancy both laughed at the mention of Sally’s previous ‘teaching moment.”

“I guess you are right,” Sally responded. “By the way, how are you doing? Everything back to normal?”

“About as normal as things usually are around here, I think. I have been feeling much better. My period is over, and the aches and pains are gone. You were right, though in saying that a nice warm enema helps.”

“Great, glad to hear it,” responded Sally.

“I’m nearly finished here, Sally. Would you have some time for some coffee or tea?” asked Nancy.

“Sure,” responded Sally, “I was just out walking a bit, and actually, I wondered how you were doing as I walked by. Love some tea.”

Nancy, who had been kneeling on a gardening pad, rose and pointed toward the kitchen door.

“Right this way,” she offered.

The two women walked into the kitchen. Nancy went over to the stove and turned the heat on under her tea kettle. Walking over to an upper cabinet by the sink, she took out two mugs, and reached for the caddy with her tea bag selection, placing them all on the table, then sat down opposite from Sally.

“Sally, I can’t thank you enough for all your help since I moved in. You are a true friend, and I appreciate that,” said Nancy, looking over at Sally.

“My life has had so many twists and turns these past few years, especially after Jim, my husband died, the move here, and trying to get settled is sometimes just too much,” Nancy added. As she spoke, Nancy extended her hand across the small dinette table toward Sally, who reached out and grasped it.

“You are a true friend,” she continued. “I hope we always remain that way.”

“Absolutely,” responded Sally, “Neighbors should always be friends. We are a small group here along the street. We should all be friends. I especially appreciate you though. You are one tough woman to go through all you have encountered.” The two women continued to hold hand and look into each other’s eyes, until the spell was broken by the whistling of the tea kettle.

“Oops, I better turn that off before we have no tea water,” laughed Nancy, as she rose to walk toward the stove.

Sally, meanwhile, continued to look at Nancy as she moved, viewing her amazing figure in her stretch pants and tee shirt. The thoughts of their previous meeting, the kisses, and the closeness momentarily overwhelmed her.

“What kind of tea would you like?” asked Nancy, opening the tea caddy with several brands for Sally to choose.

Sally selected a strong, dark blend and put the bag in her mug for Nancy to pour the water from the kettle in her hand.

“Pick the same for me, will you?” asked Nancy. “I’ll pour water for both.”

As Nancy and Sally sat sipping their tea, both were looking over each other occasionally, but not overtly. They discussed many subjects, including the neighbors and the kids. An hour or more went by quickly.

Nancy finally broke the ice with a question. “Sally, can I ask you something deeply personal?”

“More personal than how to do an enema?” responded Sally.

“Well, yes, that is, ah, Sally what you think about the kiss I, uh, gave you the other day?”

“What should I think?” responded Sally. “An expression of thanks, or perhaps something else?”

“Sally, I have to tell you something, but I, er, don’t want you to ah, think badly of me.”

“Nancy, it would have to something completely horrible for me to think badly of you, my friend. What is it that is bothering you?”

“Well, ah, I guess the best thing to do is just say what I want to say,” answered Nancy. “The other day when you gave me that enema, I just got so amazingly turned on and had an orgasm right there. Then, when I kissed you, and you kissed me back, I TRIED SO HARD NOT TO ORGASM AGAIN IN YOUR ARMS. On the way home, I thought I would fall down from the greatest orgasm I have had in a long time.”

“Oh, I see,” sad Sally. “Well that is not so bad, and I appreciate your telling me. I enjoyed the kiss as well; I’m not completely sure why, but, like you, when I got home and thought about our meeting, I also had a blasting orgasm. You turned me on as well.”

Sally stood up from the table and walked over to where Nancy sat, took her hand and brought her to her feet, then reached around her and kissed her on the lips. Nancy responded passionately. Their breasts crushed together and ended the kiss, both heavily excited.

“Sally,” said Nancy, whispering into her friend’s ear, “I think I am beginning to love you. I have always thought I was bi-sexual, but never had the opportunity to bring it out in myself. I will understand if you do not feel the same way.”

Turning her head, Sally answered, “My friend, you turn me on as well. When I was giving you that enema, I just wanted to reach over and help you with your orgasm, but I stopped, not knowing how you would feel about that.”

“Well, answered Nancy, “What do we do now?”

“I think the first step is this,” responded Sally, pulling Nancy closer and starting an even more passionate kiss, rubbing her back, and eventually reaching down to cup her ass. Nancy responded as well, opening her mouth and fucking Sally’s mouth with her tongue.

Seconds passed as Sally moved her hands yet again, and reached under Nancy’s tee shirt, first to reach inside her stretch pants and caress her left ass cheek. With her left hand, Sally reached up under the shirt to cup Nancy’s right breast. She already knew Nancy had no bra, so her caresses quickly aroused Nancy even more.

The two women started to move toward the living room, slowly unbuttoning their clothes along the way. By the time they reach the sofa They were naked, and in each other’s arms once more.

“Oh Sally,” exclaimed Nancy, “You turn me on so much. I adore everything about you.”

“And you turn me on as well,” responded Sally. “I am so glad we had the chance to get better acquainted. Sometimes, things like enemas do that for you.”

“Oh yes,” responded Nancy, “You give one hell of an enema. I have never had one like that in my life.”

“Probably not. I’ll bet your mothers were a bit different. Mother enemas are usually intended for quick relief, not soothing and sometimes even erotic.”

Nancy turned a bit red in the face and turned away for a moment.

“Nancy is something wrong?” asked Sally.

“No, Sally, Everything is perfect, and I want to keep it that way. I have to confess something to you,” she said lowering her voice.

“What could be so terrible,” responded Sally, pulling her hands back and placing them in her lap.

Nancy thought for a moment, then began to tell Sally her story, about her mother’s enemas, the spankings and punishments, and how she came to love them herself. Nancy recounted how she purchased her own bag during college and used them for her own sexual gratification. Along came the story of her husband not wanting to get involved, and her having the get her enemas in secret. Then, she told of his death, moving from her old home to the current house her desire to return to the enemas she loved, but had no way to fully enjoy them alone.

“Those must have been horrible secrets to keep buried so long,” said Sally, as she sat on the sofa next to Nancy, put her right arm around her friend, and drew her into a hug.

“I’m glad you decided to tell me Nancy,” Sally continued, “There is a lot to absorb here, but the most important thing is for you to get your feelings out so you can deal with them, not unlike I am dealing with this new relationship with you.”

“Oh Sally, I feel so embarrassed,” answered Nancy, sobbing a bit.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” came the response. “Let’s just deal with it as we would anything else.” Sally drew Nancy over to her shoulder and let her continue to weep a few moments.

“Nancy let’s start the ball rolling in overcoming your feelings here. What you need right now, I think is a good enema, just like your mom used to give. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yeess,” whispered Nancy, “I do need a mom enema.”

“Good,” answered Sally, “Then, let’s go get you what you need. Where do you do your enemas?”

“Upstairs, in the bedroom,” Nancy responded, trying to dry her eyes a bit.”

“Good, show me the way And we will get going then,” said Sally, her voice getting just a bit deeper. “I’M SURE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED NANCY, A GOOD, HOT SOAPY ENEMA. Come and show me where everything is that we need.”

The two women rose from the sofa and Nancy showed the way to the second-floor stairs, Nancy leading the way, and Sally just behind a step or two. Reaching the top of the stairs, Nancy turned left to a bedroom, saying, “The bathroom is straight across, Sally.”

“Great” answered Sally, you go get ready on your bed, and I will see about your enema in the bathroom.” As Sally entered the bathroom, she spied the paper bag Nancy brought to Sally’s house and, was about to grab it when she looked over toward the shower and saw an even larger red enema bag and red hose handing from the shower head. Hanging with it was a large, long colon tube.

“That’s what I’ll use,” said Sally to herself. “I will give her the motherly enema she wants so badly, high, hot, and hellava lot as the nurses used to say.” Sally looked some more and found some baby shampoo she could use for soap, took down the enema equipment, then turned on the sink faucet to run warm water.

Sally looked at the bag and realized from the words around the neck of the bag that it held 3.5 quarts.

“Yes, Ma’am,” added Sally, “This is going to be a memorable enema for Nancy.”