The following story is based in part on a letter to a magazine where a lady had written in to describe her early sexual experiences. The date was somewhere in the late 1960's.

Patty lay back in the big bathtub relaxing in the warm water frothing with lots of scented bubbles. The girl always enjoyed these long hot baths on Saturday afternoon in her Mom's big tub. But today was a bit different. Mom seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. Mother was going out on a date that evening with a friend from work. She had been getting the whole house in very neat order. When Mom got the house perfect, it meant she was trying to make an impression on the guy. At first Patty did not think she would get her bubble bath but later than normal she heard the bath water running and soon Mom called her to the big upstairs master bath.

When Patty arrived, the tub was almost full and the whole room was filled with the aroma of Lilac from the scented bath bubbles. Lilac was her favorite. The big mirror was already fogged from the high humidity in the confined space. It was cold outside today as a storm was moving in and the widows were all closed. Patty began to take her clothes off and set them on the tall ladder back chair at the vanity sink. Mother already had her dress off hanging over the back of the tall chair so she used the velvet cushion seat for her things. Mother was standing at the sink in her tight slip putting her hair up in curlers, as she got ready for the big date that evening.

Mother said, "Patty, just get in the tub and shut the water off. Then give yourself a nice long bath. I am busy and do not have time to bath you today. Besides, you are getting to be a big girl and it is time you did your baths alone" Patty liked the idea of giving herself a bath. It was not often she got this privilege and she looked forward to using the soap between her legs on the little spot where it felt so good.

Soon Mother had her long blonde hair all up in curlers and would have to wait for them to do their job. She stayed busy at the sink seeming to adjust the water temperature of the faucet. Patty was nervous, adjusting the water temperature meant she might be ready to prepare the big rubber bag and give Patty a series of enemas. Patty just tried to not be nervous as she saw this procedure. Maybe she would be lucky and mother would not be sticking the shinny black nozzle up her bottom when she was done with the bath.

Mother now opened the top drawer of the tall built in cabinet and removed a big flat pasteboard box. It looked about like the box the enema stuff was stored in but was a different color and seemed slightly bigger. What was going to happen? Though trying to not act like she was paying attention, Patty kept an eye out on her shapely mother as she opened the box and removed a large white rubber bag. It looked about the same shape as the red rubber bag used on Patty but it appeared to be bigger and had a larger funnel shaped top. Mother carefully threaded a white hose to the fitting at the bottom of the bag and then removed a smallish nozzle at the other end of the hose. She reached into the box and retrieved a rather large curved device with a big shield looking part moulded into the white instrument. It reminded her of a banana cut in half with a flat piece attached. She attached this device to the end of the hose where the small nozzle had recently been attached. She reached into the drawer again and retrieved a bottle of yellow powder material and measured some of the yellow powder into a glass pitcher kept on the sink. She then filled the pitcher with water from the faucet and swirled the mixture around in the clear glass container until the solution had a faint yellow color.

Mother had never done this before in the presence of her daughter and the newness of the procedure was certainly not unnoticed. Next mother snapped the lever style clamp shut on the hose and began to pour the entire pitcher full of solution into the bag but it did not fill it completely. She then hung the bag on the towel bar on the wall above the sink and filled the pitcher with water from the faucet. Only then did she shut off the faucet. Then she raised the pitcher up and poured water into the bag until all the wrinkles vanished and it hung there all swollen like a water balloon about to pop.

"God," Patty said to herself, "What could mother be going to do with the big rubber bag. The smell of warm rubber had begun to mix with the lilac smell of the air in the room. Mother paid Patty no attention and reached to her shoulder straps slipping them down off her shoulders. She then grasped the front of the nylon garment and pulled it down off her bra encased breasts. Then it was an easy downward slide over her ample hips and down her shapely legs into a useless circular heap on the tile floor. Patty had seen her mother in her under garments many times before so this was no big deal. She wanted to have big titties like her mother had. The older girls at school had told stories of how boys liked the girls with the big titties so this was a good thing. The bigger issue at the moment was what was going to happen with the big rubber bag and the huge nozzle? Was mother going to give herself an enema? Mother had said many times when Patty was getting enemas, "Mommy takes then too so she can be healthy also"

Mother grasped the bag with one hand and the big nozzle with the other hand and carried it right past the tub to the toilet cubicle in the corner of the bathroom behind the tub. The smell of warm rubber became much stronger as mom carried the swollen syringe past her innocent young daughter. The smell reminded her of the enemas she received frequently and she could not remove the look of consternation from her face. Mom said to Patty, "No, you are not going to get an enema today. I am going to clean myself in a very special way and will teach you how to do the same thing in a few years. Now relax and enjoy your bath while I tend to my personal hygiene session. I want to be extra clean for my date tonight."

Mother hung the swollen rubber container from the special hook on the wall of the toilet cubicle from which things seldom ever hung. Maybe this was what the big brass hook was really meant for. Mother walked back over to the sink and got a tube of something and came back to the tub and pulled the shower curtain forward in a hurry so her daughter could not see what was going to happen behind her. Now just enjoy your bath while Mommy takes are of herself in a special way. With that her mother went on to the toilet cubicle and Patty could hear as the zipper of the panty girdle was pulled down and then the wisp of the material as it was pulled off her hips and down her shapely legs. Mommy was now almost naked in the toilet right directly behind her. Patty was dying to know what was going on. She noticed the curtain was not pulled all the way forward in mother's haste and she was able to see a reflection in the mirror through the opening of the partial open curtain. The mirror had now partially unfogged as the temperature in the room had equalized and she saw mother standing in the toilet cubicle rubbing some kind of clear jelly like substance all over the big nozzle at the end of the hose.

Mother then sat back into the cubicle on the toilet and spread her legs extra wide while leaning back against the toilet tank. With her left hand she spread her girl slit and with her right hand she guided the big white nozzle to the secret hole at the bottom of her girl slit and slowly worked the banana shaped object into the secret opening. She kept pushing and when it seemed to be all the way inside she snapped open the lever style clamp on the hose. Mother was squirting water into her secret hole right next to where Patty knew it felt so good to touch herself with the bar of soap.

Soon mother clamped the hose as a metallic snap echoed through the confines of the bathroom. Soon she removed the nozzle part way from her feminine gash and Patty heard water running into the toilet as if mother was relieving herself. She again released the clamp on the hose and pushed the big nozzle full length into her body to repeat the very sexual procedure again and again. Patty noticed wrinkles growing larger as the bag shrunk. It must have taken at least ten minutes for mother to administer this very special ablutions to her personal parts. Patty began to work the bar of soap against her little clitty causing serious erotic sensations to shoot through her young body. Mother seemed absorbed in her special procedure and Patty knew her time in the tub was just about over.

Finally mother removed the big nozzle from her pelvis and placed it in the top of the now empty bag. She sat there several minutes with a glassy look in her eyes. She stood up and wrapped a big bath towel around herself tucking it in at the waist so it would stay. She took the bag and carried it back over to the sink where she began to take it apart and wash it in the sink. When satisfied she hung it from the extra towel rack where the red rubber syringe bag was usually hanging to dry. Mother had not taken an enema, but she had certainly squirted a large amount of water into her body. Mother then turned and opened the shower curtain to find her lovely daughter relaxing in the remaining bubbles and had no idea her daughter had seen so much in the last few minutes.

Six years later, Patty was experiencing the onset of puberty. Her breasts were beginning to swell, her hips were becoming more rounded, her legs were becoming longer and shapelier, and her nipples were becoming pinker in color. Finally she began to have bloating and severe pelvic cramps as her first period overcame her virginal body. Mother had warned her and she began using pads when she found blood on the gusset of her panties. Four days later her bleeding had ended and mother took her into the bathroom and removed from a brown paper bag, a box containing a brand new fountain syringe just for Patty. She handed it to Patty and said, "You are a big girl now and it is time you learned how to clean yourself after your period. Now take your clothes off and I will show you how to douche much like you heard me do several years ago that Saturday afternoon.

By an Anonymous Nozzle Author