"Michael? I'll give you your enema after Minh leaves. Be ready, dear."

Michael's mother, Mary, and Minh, the daughter of her Vietnamese neighbours, had been discussing her marriage plans to Phong. Mary did not know the young man too much but from what she had seen he seemed polite and hard-working. There were questions about the ceremony, and then where they would settle. Thao and Phong planned for children in the forthcoming years, they would need room.

Michael blushed and left the room. At 18, he was highly embarrassed to hear his mother discuss his enemas with her female friends. It was already bad when it was with other mothers in their fifties, but there it was with the pretty neighbour, only 5 years older than him. The thing is, Michael's slow puberty and late development had let his mother and other people to treat him as a child longer than expected, and he was still feeling the effects of it.

"What did you say? An enema? Is Michael sick?

— Oh he has an upset stomach and gas. Nothing serious. He likely will feel better after the enema…

— I have never received an enema.

— Oh, really? You know they can help in a variety of circumstances. Constipation, obviously, but they do no wrong for any bowel issue — better flush the bowels out! Period pains, also. Do maternity wards still give one before childbirth?

— I don't know…

— Well anyway my advice is to learn about them before you have children on your own, because they come very handy for them. Children get constipated or upset tummies and you need to be able to treat these.

— Er… learn? Like from a home medicine book?

— Mmh. Books sometimes are not too practical. Maybe… What if you stayed while I gave Michael his enema?

— I don't know, I don't mean to intrude…

— Oh it's no big deal. I'll show you the ropes."

Minh thought that it may not have been a big deal for Mary, but maybe Michael would think differently. Mary tended to treat her son still as though he were he little child, at least in some respects! The polite, reasonable approach would be for Thao to decline Mary's offer. Yet…

Minh was curious. Her Vietnamese Catholic upbringing had been quite uptight and, in her college years, she was out of the dating scene. She was going to marry as a virgin, and once married, she would not have occasions to see other naked men than her husband. She was now regretting her previous reluctance to explore such issues. These were the days before the Internet brought porn to just any household. Sure, there were porn magazines, but it was somewhat taboo and embarrassing to buy them. So maybe it was for Thao one good occasion…

"You seem lost in your thoughts.

— Oh sorry. Yes, I think it would be useful for me to show how to give an enema."

Michael was upset to see that Minh would witness his treatment, but did not dare oppose his mother. "Disrobe in your bedroom as usual and come to the bathroom when you're ready. Meanwhile, Thao, I'll show you how to prepare the equipment."

Mary showed Minh, now in full inquisite mode, into the bathroom. "Here is an enema bulb. It can be used to trigger bowel movements in small children. There are bigger bulbs available. However, for older children… or adults, it's much easier to use a bag. Here's one. You see it also doubles as a douche bag, but I think it's safer to use different bags, you know, contamination. It can also be used as a hot water bottle. There are also open-top syringes but then you risk a flood if they topple…"

Mary seemed quite the expert on giving enemas !

"For a tummy ache I usually use two table spoons of sodium bicarbonate in two quarts of water. Repeat if needed. However, since this is a teaching demonstration, I'll show you how to deal with severe constipation, which is a soapy enema followed by one or two rinses with bicarbonate of soda. Adults or older teenagers such as Michael can take two quarts, but you of course have to adjust according to their capacity… you may also give the bag in multiple installments… You need to use water at body temperature and test it with your hand and wrist. You take a bar of ivory soap and rub and swish it around. The water should have the color of whey… some say milky but that's very strong. Make sure the rectal nozzle is installed on the pipe; you can also use the vaginal nozzle but more about that later. You close the clamp on the pipe, pour the water into the bag. Then, very important, you open the clamp and flush any air from the piping. You hang the bag so that its bottom is about 1 foot above the patient's anus… the towel rack should be fine… Voilà ! What's Michael doing?"

Michael was not too much in a hurry to get an enema in front of his cute neighbor, but showed up. He was wearing a T-shirt but no socks, briefs or pants. He was clumsily trying to hide his genitals with his hand. Both women smiled at the sight.

"When did you last have a bowel movement?

— This morning I guess, mom.

— Then I want you to try to go now."

Michael slowly moved to the toilet. He looked at his mother with imploring eyes.

"Minh, let's leave Michael for a moment."

The two women exited. Minh did not know how to make small talk in such extraordinary circumstances.

"Do you give enemas to Michael often?

— Depends. When he's sick it can be several days in a row. He gets less constipated nowadays than when he was a kid.

— How well does he take them? He doesn't complain?

— Well he knows that I have his best interests at heart, don't I? When he was younger he sometimes fussed but you know that a good mother does not let children fussing go in the way of actions necessary for their well-being."

Minh did not respond. Mary could be a bossy woman and when she decided on something, she was not easily persuaded to take another course.

"Michael, are you done?

— Yes, mom."

Both women entered.

"Kneel bottom up, your know the drill."

Michael went on his knees over the rug, bottom up, head down, knees slightly apart. In this position, he could not hide his private parts, which were left dangling. Minh gave them a look, though they were not from the best angle. She was sexually inexperienced and her curiosity was strong.

Mary first fiddled with the tubing, straightening it and making sure it seemed round. ""Sometimes there are kinks in the piping that prevent the water from flowing.", she explained.

"The nozzle should be well lubricated, you may also lubricate the anus.", Mary said, applying a good dose of Vaseline to the nozzle and then smearing the remnant on her finger on her son's anus.

"There you are!"

Minh was surprised that Mary would hand her the nozzle. She expected to watch, not to actually give the enema.

"It may be easier if you kneel."

Minh a first thought Mary was talking to her son, but she was talking to her. Minh was invited to kneel behind Michael's upturned bottom in order to insert and hold the nozzle in. Mary did as instructed. It was a curious position; she could see Michael's anus up close, and also, though less clearly, his genitals dangling.

"Well, you have to insert it. Ask Michael to bear down like going potty when you're about to push it in."

So did Minh. It was a bit weird to ask Michael to bear down, and interesting to see Michael's anus puckering out when he did. She pushed the nozzle in.

"Now I open the clamp." said Mary.

"Michael, can you feel the water coming in?

— Yes mom.

— Good."

"This is for checking if I missed some piping issues", Mary explained.

There was little for Minh to do except staring at Michael's bottom. At some point, Michael started complaining.

"Mom! I'm cramping, I need to go.

— I'm stopping the flow."

Mary clamped the pipe and waited.

"Mom… I'm still cramping and I really need to go!

— Ok. Minh, dear, please remove the nozzle. Let's leave this young man do his business."

Once the nozzle was removed, Michael slowly rose to his feet and aimed for the toilet. He was in such a hurry that he actually started to expel before the door was closed.

The women waited at the door, hearing the sounds of expulsion. "It seems it was after all a good idea to give him a soapy one…" observed Mary. Then louder: "Michael? Don't flush, I would like to have a look."

Minh shuddered at the thought of having to look at diarrheic defecation. At the same time, she quickly reasoned, if she has to have children she will have to deal with their bowel problems…

Michael, obviously used to the procedure, had wiped but discarded the paper on the side. The bowl contained a very brown mixture with chunks. Obviously the boy had much waste to discard. His mother flushed.

"Michael, did you wash your hands? Yes? Since you haven't finished the soapy water, we don't want to waste it so you'll have it now. Please kneel again."

Mary had Minh administer the enema, including the handling of the clamp, as she had been shown the time before. This time, Michael took the whole enema without complaining, probably because his bowels had been already quite voided. Also, the first enema had probably been one quart so there was only one quart in the bag. The women left the room for him to expel.

"After the soapy enema, I give a rinse. Much better not to leave soap in there that could trigger bowel movements at inconvenient times. Maybe I'll give two rinses today to be sure he's empty."

There was another humiliating check of the bowl, which again contained some foul mixture. Then Mary showed Minh how to prepare the bicarbonate of soda enema. Spoonfuls of bicarbonate were poured into the bag, followed by water at body temperature.

To Minh's surprise, this time, Mary replaced the nozzle she had been using by another one, longer, slightly thicker, and which, instead of being cylindrical and ending with a hole, had a slightly thicker round end shaped like across with little holes along the sides of the cross.

Mary caught Minh's interrogative look. "This nozzle is normally made for vaginal douching, but I find it convenient to use it for enemas when there is no risk that waste inside the rectum may clog the little holes, because it runs a much lower risk of slipping out. Of course once you use it this way you should not use it for douching, but then anyway you should use different bags."

Minh blushed. She had heard fellow students allude to douching, but had never done it. She assumed it was only for sexually active women.

"Michael, on your back.", said Mary while hanging the bag from the towel rack.

Michael, his hands hiding his privates, seemed embarrassed. He clumsily squatted then laid on his back on the rug, his hands on his genitals, then raised his knees slightly apart.

His mother invited Minh to anoint the nozzle with Vaseline and kneel at Michael's feet, then ordered Michael to "open wide". Michael, apparently well used to the procedure, raised his knees higher and brought them towards his chest and to the sides, exhibiting his anus. His task would have been easier if he had held his knees with his hands, but this would have prevented him from hiding his genitals.

Mary was about to tell him to hold his knees to his chest, as he was used to, but changed her mind, bent over, seized his ankles, and spread him.

"Michael, bear down." And again, Michael obeyed, his anus obscenely opening itself.

"Smear the remains of the Vaseline on your fingers in his anus." And so did Minh. And then, without need for Mary's direction, and with a little smile on her face, she gently pushed the nozzle into Michael's rectum.

"Full length?" she inquired. "Yes!" approved Mary.

And so the nozzle was buried to the hilt. Then, again, without need for further instruction, Minh undid the clamp, and the water began to flow. Mary released her grip, and Michael lowered his feet to the ground, so that he laid back knees up, legs apart, the nozzle securely in his bottom. Both women were looking at the young man; he averted their gaze, his eyes half closed and staring at some air vent.

"The bicarbonate of soda enema, especially on an empty bowel… Michael may not be empty yet but he's quite empty already… is soothing and relaxing. We'll have him retain it. It's better if one massages the patient's stomach. Minh, do you want to try it?"

The thing is, it was impossible for Minh to massage Michael's stomach as his hands were positioned to hide his genitals.

"Michael, remove your hands, it's impossible to massage your tummy if you keep them there. It's very nice of you to be considerate to Minh and not want to embarass her, but she'll soon be married and should not be shocked. Would you hide from the nurse if you were in hospital?"

Michael looked at his mother pleadingly. Mary frowned. Michael sighed, and slowly removed his hands.

Minh was, as said before, sexually inexperienced. Sure, she had seen little boys from her family with bare genitals, but not adult males, except occasionally from a distance, when they urinated. So she was quite curious to see one up close. Recall that this was long before the World Wide Web made pornography available to everyone.

Michael was not too well-endowed; however Minh lacked elements of comparison, and, besides, this is difficult to estimate when the penis is almost limp, which it was. What surprised her was his appearance. When she had dealt with little boys from her own family, their small penises were covered by skin. Michael's glans (she did not actually know the word) was completely apparent.

Minh had heard of circumcision in the context of her Catholic upbringing, as a Jewish procedure that had been done to Jesus. She knew Muslims and Jews did it, but that Christians had dropped the practice. Her knowledge was however wholly theoretical and she had never seen the results. In fact, she did not comprehend at first what she was seeing.

"Minh, would you massage Michael's tummy? I'll show you how to do it."

Minh reached out and started rubbing Michael's tummy, but her position was awkward. She moved, but in the process pulled the pipe, beginning to dislodge the nozzle from Michael's bottom. She replaced it in position. As she did, she noticed some contraction, and Michael's penis moving and enlarging. She then began rubbing his stomach as instructed. She was still shy and her hand avoided going near his organ. However, she remarked that, from time to time, some contraction brought further movement and that, overall, his penis was inflating.

While Minh was sexually inexperienced, she was not completely ignorant. She knew that boys' penises became hard when they desired a woman. Michael's penis was now both a source of sexual interest and a source of intimidation - despite him not being well-endowed, she was wondering how something like that would fit in her little hole. Well, she thought, that's what deflowering is for - women should feel that they're losing their virginity.

This visible erection however did not last, probably because Michael's tummy was starting to feel uncomfortable. When the bag had finished flowing, Michael signaled that he needed to expel the solution. Mary and Minh departed, and soon they heard the liquid expulsion.

"I hope you were not offended by Michael's… er… turgescence. It happens sometimes when he receives enemas. It's a reflex, he can't help it.

— Not at all. As you said, I'll soon be married, and in a few years I may have boys of my own, so I'd better be warned."

Some more expelling noises.

Minh seize the occasion. "Talking of Michael's penis… I noticed it was not like the little boys of my family and it seemed… er… circumcised. I should only Jews and Muslims did it.

— Really? Well I guess all men in our family are circumcised. When you give birth the hospital proposes doing it, it's covered by insurance. It's cleaner and healthier, you know. You don't do it in Vietnam?

— Not that I know of.

— I guess it requires clean and competent surgeons."

Minh was about to say that in a country wracked by war, pressing health matters most probably did not include removing the tip of boy's penises to prevent hypothetic illnesses, but she wisely decided to shut up and just nod. Her experience as an immigrant was that whatever white Americans said about her country of origin, or how America was better, it was safer to just nod.

Michael had finished. Mary and Minh reentered. Mary showed Minh the contents of the bowl - some more brown. "We could leave it there but I guess, since we have time, that we should clean him up completely and have him retain the enema some more."

Michael, hands on his genitals, was obviously not so fond of receiving a fourth enema, but did not dare object. The protocol was the same, except that this time he did not even try hiding his privates when laying on his back. Minh prepared the solution and the nozzle. She noticed on this occasion that on the shelf near the Vaseline there was also some antiseptic, cotton swabs, and a rectal thermometer in its case.

Michael, when he saw Minh moving towards him, did not need to be told to bring his knees towards his chest and hug them, displaying his anus. He obediently bore down when told, the nozzle entered, and so soon did the enema. This time, however, the erection lasted as he was holding the water. It seemed like he had been sufficiently emptied by the preceding enemas that holding this one was easy.

Minh, again, massaged her tummy. Mary was not following in detail what she was doing (she was sorting out some clothing from the hamper) and Minh, mischeviously, took care to rub "accidentally" her arm on Michael's penis, which by then was very hard. It was fun to make it bounce.

Mary saw the state of Michael's erection. She was about to call him on it, but instead chose not to mention it. Boys… They can't help it. What a devilish body part. She went on to deal with the clothing.

Michael was apparently enjoying Minh's attentions when Mary came back and told him to expel and then take a shower and a nap. Mary provided him with pajamas.

"Again, Minh, I must apologize on behalf of Michael. I know he can't help it, but still.

— Don't worry. Boys will be boys.

— Thanks."

Mary soon excused herself. Time had flown and it was soon the start of the weekly episode of her favorite TV series, which she religiously followed.

Minh pondered leaving immediately, but thought she may want to see Michael on a one-on-one basis. She pretexted she had forgotten to have a look at some books that had attracted her attention. She waited for the shower noises to end. Michael was probably in bed now.

She went to Michael's room. Some people manage to get to sleep immediately once in bed, and she did not want to disturb him in case it was the case, so she quietly opened the door to have a look.

Michael was not asleep. In fact, he was very much awake, rubbing his erect penis.

Minh had of course heard of male masturbation, and knew the general idea about it, but had never seen the act. She was startled. Michael noticed hear and stared at her in disbelief and fright, trying to hide his penis.

Minh entered the room and closed the door behind her.

"So that's what you were doing…

— Don't tell mom!

— I won't… but I would like to see your thing."

With authority, she went next to him, pushed the sheets away from his midsection and uncovered his now deflated penis. She took it in her hand and began rubbing. Michael was very surprised by this turn of affairs, but soon his penis hardened again. Minh was enjoying herself very much as she felt the limp biscuit becoming a hard rod.

"Minh er you're hurting me a bit…

— Show me."

And Michael showed her how to do it according to his taste.

Minh, at this point, had an impulse.

"Michael, promise me you won't… er… ejaculate without telling me.

— What?

— Promise and I'll try something.

— I promise."

Minh then took Michael's glans in her mouth. She had never done it, and would have thought the idea positively disgusting a few years before, but somehow she wanted to try it. It was so smooth!, she thought. She sucked it a bit. However the position was uncomfortable, including for her jaw, so she resumed the hand action.

It did not take long for Michael to ejaculate. As soon as he was done, he extended his arm to get some paper tissues, which he had prepared on his bedside table, to hide the evidence of his acts.

"I flush them in the toilet after.

— I'll do it for you. Goodbye, Michael, and have a good nap."

Minh went to the bathroom. She had a look at the semen on the tissues and pondered for a moment. She then smelled it up close. It indeed reminded her of some odours she had sensed at times, not knowing what they pointed to. She was half embarrassed half amused at that thought. She discarded the tissues into the bowl, washed her hands, sat on the toilet, urinated, and… masturbated, rubbing her fingertips on her clitoris. She did not take much time to reach orgasm either. Then, she washed her hands again, and departed the house while hearing Mary's program on TV.