"Can I watch?" Kristen's daughter, Emily, half -shouted when Dr Reed announced Kristen would need an enema. "No, you can't watch" Kristen responded.

"Well, Kristen, Emily is old enough that she may need to give someone, like her own kids, an enema someday soon. Maybe helping you with your constipation today can be a learning opportunity for her."

"Yah Mom" Emily added.

"Well, okay" Kristen said. Can't say I'm thrilled at the notion of having my daughter watch me get an enema but she does need to learn how.

Kristen had gotten up from the sofa but left her sweatpants and panties off, leaving her naked from the waist down. She walked to the bathroom with her daughter and Dr Reed in tow. Dr Reed would have to confess that he couldn't take his eyes off her full, shapely bottom with it's tan lines as she strode ahead of him. "No point in putting those back on" she said as she kicked the sweatpants aside.

She asked Dr Reed if he advised a soap suds enema and he answered in the affirmative. Then she stepped to the counter in the bathroom and opened one of the drawers. In it was a jar of Vaseline, a small grater and a bar of Ivory soap, several enema nozzles and her personal BD rectal thermometer. Emily's eyes widened As she took stock of the contents of the drawer. As Kristen began, she explained to her daughter about grating the Ivory into the 1 quart pyrex container which was standing in a corner on the counter. "Oh... I've always wondered what that measuring cup was doing there" Emily said with a big grin. Dr Reed continued to mostly keep his eyes on Kristen Welker's glorious butt! Next Kristen filled the container with warm water, carefully testing the temperature. She reached under the counter and retrieved a 21/2 quart red enema bag with its white hose. Removing the cap, she poured the quart of warm water into the bag, followed it with a second quart of warm water, screwed on the cap and squeezed the bag to mix the soapy solution. Emily noticed how her mom prepared the enema like she'd done it hundreds of times before, which she knew she had because she'd gotten a lot of them.

Kristen examined the selection of enema nozzles and asked Dr Reed if he had a recommendation. His eyes lingered on the 1 inch turned-aluminum Silver Bullet. He recognized it because he owned one himself, but settled on the batwing nozzle. Kristen screwed it onto the end of the hose and loosened the hose clamp, allowing a little water to flow, displacing the air.

The threesome moved to Kristen's bedroom where she laid a towel on the bed. "Emily, you bring the enema bag for me please." "Yes, Mom." Kristen took the filled bag to a discrete hook on the wall.

Dr Reed decided it was time he took charge. "Kristen, lay on your left side." "Yes Doctor." she immediately said as she positioned herself on the towel and assumed a classic Simms position. "Emily, fetch that jar of Vaseline" he ordered and was pleased with the immediate response.

"Now Emily, pay careful attention to how we go through the process of administering an enema." "Yes Doctor " she said, mimicking her mom. "First the lubrication. Vaseline is great tho some prefer KY or a water soluble lube for a different feel. I like to get a generous amount of lube on my finger and wipe a bit all around the anus, then press my finger with the rest into the patients rectum. In this case that's your mom." Emily tried to look like she was paying serious attention but it was clear she could hardly contain a big grin as the doctor spread Kristen's cheeks apart, revealing her brownish-pink bottom hole. He spread some lube around, then placed the pad of his Vaseline -covered index finger right over her ready butt hole and instructed Kristen to bear down like she was having a BM. Kristen complied and Dr Reed's finger slid easily and deeply inside Kristen Welker's ass as she gave a kind of grunting sigh signalling no small amount of pleasure. John moved his finger in and out of her tight hole a few times before withdrawing it. There was some brownish material on his finger and he wondered if he should have worn a glove. "Emily, get me a towel to wipe my hand on." With that done, he turned his attention to the next step.

Dr Reed spread Kristen's cheeks wide again. He picked up the black nozzle and, holding it against her anus again, he instructed her to bear down and watched the nozzle disappear inside. "Ready for the water Kristen?" "Go ahead Doctor." The clamp was released. "Let me know if you have any cramping Kristen, and I can stop the flow. " "I will Doctor, but I'm doing fine so far." It was clear from her soft moaning she was doing more than fine. Emily was watching raptly.

Kristen remained quiet, except for an occasional soft moan, as the bag collapsed, empty. " Let's head to the toilet Kristen. I'm going to leave the nozzle inside your bottom to help you hold the water until we get there." Kristen slid off the bed and walked to the toilet with the white hose trailing from her bottom as Dr Reed followed carrying the empty bag. As she turned to sit on the toilet he slid the nozzle from her anus. She had no more than sat when an explosive release of water, gas and solids erupted from her. "Oh doctor, that feels so good. Can you leave me for a bit?"

"I'm sorry Kristen, but I can't. I need to refill the bag for a good rinse." John began filling the bag with tap water. Kristen blushed as another explosion of water and solids streamed from her bottom. Emily stepped outside, blushing as well.

After 15 minutes of expelling her enema, the toilet gave a final flush and Kirsten stepped demurely back to her bed where Dr Reed and Emily were waiting with another bulging bag. "Emily, let's have you insert the nozzle into your mom's bottom. Go ahead and put on a glove and get it lubed." Emily gloved up and, following the previous instructions, started the water into Kristen's behind. After a quarter of the bag Dr Reed instructed her to turn flat on her tummy, then onto her right side. For the final quarter of the bag Dr Reed instructed Kristen to assume a knee chest position with her fanny up in the air and the enema hose protruding from her bottom hole.

Once again the bag collapsed empty. "Okay Kirsten, back to the bathroom." Kristen once again walked back to the toilet with the hose between her cheeks. Doctor removed the nozzle as she pivoted to sit. This time the enema return was nearly all water, which Kristen expelled with pleasurable moans and grunts. Dr Reed rinsed the equipment but remained in the bathroom much to Kristen 's continued embarrassment. "Good Girl Kristen. I think you're cleaned out this time."