This is a continuation of the story "Nancy's First Enema." This is a recap of that story.

Nancy, a pretty eighteen year old, has a problem with constipation, which her mother treats with laxatives and suppositories. Mom has the same condition, which Nancy doesn't know about. She uses suppositories and an occasional enema to take care of it.

Nancy goes to visit her grandmother, who is a nurse, on her school vacation. Mom, a divorcee, has gone on vacation herself. Gran finds out that Nancy is constipated, and tells her that she has to have an enema. Nancy, never having had one, thinks it will be awful, but she finds out otherwise! Then, to Nancy's surprise, Gran gives herself an enema right in front of her. Gran offers to give Nancy an enema whenever she comes to visit.

Three Generations

It was late Sunday afternoon when Mom returned from her vacation. "Hello, hello," she called, as she came into Gran's house. "Anyone home?" "Yes, we're in the kitchen," Gran answered. "Betty, it's so good to see you. Did you have a good time?" Gran asked, getting up to give her daughter a welcoming hug. "Oh, I did. The weather was ideal, nice and warm and sunny. I do love the islands. It's good to be home, though. I could do without the long flight," Mom said, with a sigh.

Mom had her own home interior decorating business, which was successful. She had started it after her divorce. It did involve considerable travel, however. But it did enable her to combine business with pleasure sometimes, as in this instance, where she had vacationed with clients.

Mom's newly acquired tan added to her usual attractiveness, but Gran didn't think she looked just right. "I know that flying is stressful, but she doesn't look quite like her usual self," Gran thought.

"And how about you two. I hope you had a good vacation too," Mom said to her daughter. "Oh, we did, Mom. I always have a good time with Gran. We went shopping, to the movies, and out to eat several times," Nancy replied, cheerily. "Well, I don't remember when I've seen you look so good, Nancy. You're positively glowing. Visiting Gran seems to agree with you, I must say. Maybe it's in the water," Mom said, looking shrewdly at her daughter. "I wonder just what you two have been up to," she added, with a smile.

"Nancy's a very good visitor. I always enjoy having her come and stay with me. She's right, we always do have a good time together. She didn't feel well in the middle of the week, though, but she's much better now," Gran reported.

"Oh, that's good. I didn't think she looked too well when I left her off last Saturday, but I'm glad to hear that she is better now," Mom replied, looking directly at Nancy, the pretty teenager actually blushing as a result of Mom's steady gaze.

It was Gran who spoke up first, equal to the occasion. "I might as well tell you right up front, Betty. Nancy was so constipated she couldn't have a movement, and I had to give her an enema so she could get relief," Gran revealed.

" She told me afterward that she hadn't been to the bathroom for over a week, if you can believe it. That's way too long. So you can see how much she needed an enema."

Mom sighed to herself before she said a word. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised, Mother. I thought, knowing you, that you might give her one. We both know that Nancy has a problem with constipation. We've discussed it."

" Nancy, you poor thing," she said, looking at her daughter with concern. "Is that right, you didn't go for over a week? That's so long, even for you. It's good that you were here with Gran, so she could take care of you. What happened, dear?" Mom asked.

Nancy didn't answer right away, since it was embarrassing having to talk about her bowel habits, even with her mother and grandmother. "You'd better tell me, Nancy. I do need to know," Mom said, gently.

"It started last week, Mom," Nancy began, hesitantly. "You know I had a cold, and my exams. I had my period, too. And then I went to the mall with my friends. I knew I shouldn't have eaten all the things I did, but I was in the mood to. So I guess because of all that I wasn't going."

" And then you were away, and without you to give me my suppositories, it got so I couldn't go. I thought I would, sooner or later, but then I found I just couldn't. I tried as hard as I could, Mom, but it wouldn't come out. Gran heard me, trying to go. Anyway, she came in, and she said that she was going to give me an enema," Nancy told her, with a heartfelt sigh.

Mom looked at her daughter with love and affection. "You were good to tell me, dear. I know it wasn't easy for you, having to talk about it. I know it's very personal," she said. That made the teenager feel a little better about discussing such a private subject!

"That does happen to her, Mother, I'm afraid. I wish so that she could have regular bowel movements, but she doesn't seem to be able to. I've put off giving her enemas, even though you've told me that's what I should give her," Mom replied.

"Nancy told me you had never given her an enema," Gran said.

"No, I haven't. I probably should have, the way she gets all backed up, but so far we've gotten by with laxatives and suppositories. I didn't want her to have enemas until I thought she was old enough. Obviously you decided she was. I thought she might be getting constipated when I left her off last Saturday. I guess you'd better tell me just how it all came about," Mom replied.

"Since you've told me that she gets constipated, I was on the lookout. Then last Wednesday at breakfast she just toyed with her food. She hardly ate anything, so I knew something was wrong. Later, as Nancy said, I overheard her in her bathroom."

"You know the sounds, Betty, when someone who is constipated is trying to have a movement. What I heard, Nancy grunting and straining the way she was, only confirmed what I was pretty sure of. So I went in, and Nancy had to tell me she couldn't go, so I knew right away that she needed an enema. I told her it was too late for suppositories," Gran reported.

"So that's how it happened. Well, I knew that the time would come, sooner or later. I've thought about it. If she hadn't had a movement for over a week, I'm sure she needed a good cleaning out. And I'd thought maybe it would be best if you gave her the first one. So I'm not upset that you gave her an enema, Mother. It's probably just as well. After all, having one isn't the end of the world," she laughed.

"How did she take to the idea?" Mom asked, with another smile, amused that Nancy had finally had her first enema.

"Not very well. She thought it would be awful, didn't you, Nancy?" Gran laughed, easily. "Oh, I did. I have a girlfriend who had told me about having one, and how she hated it," Nancy said, joining in the conversation at last. "So I did think it would be awful," the teenager admitted.

"I had to talk her into it," Gran went on. "I told her that even though she didn't think so now, an enema could actually be enjoyed. And I told her that I take enemas if I need them."

Mom knew that well enough. She remembered all the times, when she was growing up, when Gran would be in her bathroom, giving herself a big enema, followed by the huge, explosive BM which was the inevitable result.

"I hope that isn't all you told her," Mom remarked, tartly.

Gran looked a little guilty before she replied. "Well, it isn't quite all, I'll admit. I hope you won't object too much, Betty, but I did tell Nancy that you used to get constipated, and that I had given you enemas when you were her age," Gran confessed.

Mom sighed again, looking somewhat displeased, but then her expression changed. "Well, I suppose it was going to come out eventually," she said, at last. "So now you know, Nancy. There aren't any secrets in the Robertson family, are there. So we're three generations now, still living, since Gran has gotten you started."

"It is a family tradition. I'm sure you remember your grandmother, Betty. She sure believed in enemas. She took them all the time. It was so common back then, when she was young, in the twenties and thirties. The golden age of the enema," Gran laughed. "People didn't even put their equipment away back then. That's how commonplace it was. I'm glad she taught me how healthful they are. It will be up to you and Nancy to keep up the practice," Gran said.

"Yes, I suppose it will, the way you taught us, Mother. Nancy, I'll bet anything that, if I know Gran, she used the same family enema can and the rectal tube that she used on me, and that she gave you a good big dose of soapy water. I only hope you got good results with it," Mom said, remembering the enemas that Gran had given her as if it were yesterday.

Gran had to laugh. "Yes, that's just what we did, since I knew she needed a good high enema, to get her all cleaned out. And I did use the rectal tube. I thought that was best for her. She was so stuffed up the tube only went in about half way, and even with the enema it wasn't easy for her to push it out. That's how constipated she was. So after she'd expelled the first one I thought I'd better give her a second can, to make sure she got rid of everything. It had been too long since she'd last had a movement. It was very good for her, Betty."

" You can see how good she looks, now that she has a nice clean colon. You should have taken my advice and given her enemas before this," Gran concluded, reprovingly.

"Oh, I'm sure that's true, Mother. I guess it was time she had one. I was afraid she might have trouble, without my being around to give her the suppositories she needs. Well, now that you've had your first enema, Nancy, what did you think of it?" Mom asked.

Nancy blushed again before she answered, not looking at her mother. "You might as well tell her the truth, Nancy," Gran prompted her. "Mom, oh, I don't know if you're supposed to, but I did like it," she admitted, finally. "It felt good when Gran put the tube in, and when the water went in, like Gran said it might."

"It did make me go. It was so big I was afraid it wouldn't work, but it did. Even with it, like Gran said I had to push like anything to get it out. But then I really went. I felt so much better afterwards, once I'd finished going. I hope you don't mind, Mom. I had no idea what it would be like," she said, embarrassed at having to reveal the details about the BM she'd had, and that she had enjoyed her enema.

Mom looked right at her for a moment, taking in what she had just been told, which hadn't come as any great surprise to her. She thought a minute before responding, since she wanted to choose her words very carefully.

"Well, Nancy, since you had to have an enema, I guess there's no harm in it if you did enjoy it. If you need to take them it's probably better if you like it, rather than having to go through with it if you think it unpleasant," she told her daughter.

"Believe me, I've thought more than once about giving you an enema. I know there were many times when you could have used one, but I wanted to wait until I thought you were old enough. I guess Gran made that decision for us," Mom laughed.

"In any event, you had a good teacher. Your grandmother knows just how to do it. I remember all too well myself," she recalled, with a rueful smile.

"Thank you, thank you, Mom. I hoped you would be OK with it, and understand," Nancy responded, gratefully. "Oh, she understands, all right. When she was your age and in college she even asked me to give her an enema, more than once," Gran revealed.

Mom actually blushed like a teenager at having such an intimate secret of hers revealed. "Oh Mother, you didn't have to tell Nancy that," she murmured. "Why not? It's true. You did enjoy your enemas, Betty, just as I do, and now Nancy does as well," Gran replied.

"At least you did back then. I'd love to know if you still take them, and I'm sure Nancy would be interested too. I've wanted to, but I haven't asked you about it since you went off to college. I know you still have your own problem with constipation because you've told me about it, and how you use suppositories, even though I've advised you to take enemas instead, the way you used to. Nancy is old enough to know now. If she's old enough to have an enema herself, she should know whether or not you ever do, Betty," Gran prompted.

This all came as a surprise to Nancy, who hadn't known until now that her mother had her own problem with constipation, and used suppositories to get relief. She had kept it a well-hidden secret, not wanting Nancy to know about it. Doing her best to conceal her interest, Nancy was dying to know whether Mom ever took enemas!

"Oh, really. You are giving me the third degree, aren't you," Mom muttered, exasperated about how they wanted to pry into what was so personal. "Well, before I tell you anything-if I do-you had better tell me just what else went on here. I can't believe a week went by without your having an enema, Mother. I wonder sometimes if you ever have a movement without taking one. I don't think I've heard the whole story yet, by any means," she said, rather shortly.

"No, you haven't, not that it should be a secret," Gran began. "You shouldn't be so uptight about it, Betty. It's good to talk about it, actually, be open about it. After all, we all do have to go to the bathroom, regularly or not," she laughed. That put Betty a little more at ease, having her mother being so natural and uninhibited on the subject! Despite their occasional sparring, they really were very close, and they always had been.

"Anyway, to get to the point, yes, and I don't mind at all telling you, I did give myself an enema, last Wednesday, right after Nancy had hers," Gran reported, neglecting to tell her daughter that she had done it right in front of Nancy. "I hadn't had a movement myself for a few days, and I didn't want to go to work feeling constipated. I'm glad I had one. A good enema is so healthful, and I did feel so much better afterward," she told Betty, Nancy taking it all in.

"I haven't forgotten what you said, Betty. The answer is that I'm still able to have a bowel movement without resorting to an enema. But I will confess that it makes it easier if I have an enema to help," she admitted, candidly.

This was just what she did. Not waiting until she had gotten constipated, she would give herself an enema at the very first sign of irregularity, just as her own mother had. On average, she resorted to an enema at least twice a week, and as she had told Nancy, she also used suppositories sometimes in between her enemas, to 'help things along,' as she put it. She had learned her lesson well. So her regular BM's were the exception rather than the rule.

"Well, I know you're a true believer, Mother. You always were. But that was Wednesday. So that leaves the rest of the week to be accounted for," Mom observed, perceptively.

"Oh it does, I agree," Gran went on, with a smile. "There won't be any secrets around here. I want you to know everything I do, Betty. I did give Nancy another enema, just this morning, and yes, I had one myself as well. She was ready for another one. Since she'd never had enemas before, she needed another good bowel washing. I mean, I couldn't send her back home with you unless she was all cleaned out properly, now could I," Gran laughed, pleasantly.

"No, I'm sure you couldn't,'" Mom said, finally, with an air of resignation. "Well, at least she won't need her suppositories for a few days." "No, she won't. And you know I think enemas would be better for her than suppositories, Betty," Gran reminded her.

"Now that we agree that she's old enough, that's what you should give her from now on, whenever she needs something. Suppositories don't do much more than empty the rectum. Nancy needs a better cleaning out than that," she concluded.

Nancy, of course, had heard the whole conversation. "I hope this isn't being too forward, but before you decide between you what I should have, maybe I could have a little say about it. I mean, I'm grown up now. If I'm old enough to have an enema, I should be old enough to decide what remedies I should use, if I get constipated again. After all, it's my bottom that's going to be worked on," Nancy put in, asserting herself.

The two older women looked at each other. "Well, she has a point there, Betty. She should be the one to decide what she wants to do to help her have a movement," Gran said, pleased to see her granddaughter standing up for herself. Nancy's mother nodded in agreement. "Yes, OK, let's hear what she has to say about it. What remedy would you prefer to use, Nancy?" Mom asked.

The teenager blushed again before answering, but finally she got her courage up enough to tell them. "If I have to have anything, I'd much rather have an enema," she said, in a barely audible voice. "It feels so good, and it works better for me than the suppositories do. I wish I'd had enemas before now," Nancy revealed, thinking about some bowel movements she'd had that would have been so much easier if only she'd been given a big soapy enema.

"And Mom, forget about the Milk of Magnesia. It's so yucky, and I never know when it's going to work. You don't know how close I've come to having an accident after I've taken it," she told her, with a frown.

She had indeed. After taking a laxative, she had learned the hard way that it would be wise if she placed panty liners inside her undies, to prevent against any embarrassing skid marks. This had proved to be a very sensible precaution on more than one occasion!

The cute seventeen year old smiled at both of them. "I'm glad if I have a choice, and if I do, it would definitely be the enema. Would you give me enemas, Mom, if I need them? I'll try not to ask for one too often, if you'll do it for me. Or if you don't want to do it, maybe I could have my own enema bag, and I could give them to myself," she almost begged.

The other women didn't know for sure, but Nancy's slightly flushed face was giving away the fact that, under the tight jeans she had on, she had one very wet pair of panties!

"Well, you've really gotten her into it, haven't you, Mother. Those must have been some enemas you gave her," Mom said, not having made her mind up yet about what she was going to do. 'Oh, they were just regular soapsuds enemas, that's all," Gran said, somewhat evasively. She wasn't about to tell Betty the effect the enemas had had on her granddaughter. Some secrets had to be kept!

"There is something to what she says, Betty. She's being honest about it. If she wanted to, she could go out and buy herself an enema bag, and use it, and the chances are you'd never even know about it. And you know what my advice is anyway," Gran told her daughter.

"Huh. Well, I guess that's true enough. I hadn't thought of that," Mom said, slowly. That helped her decide what she was going to do. "No, I'd rather you didn't do that, Nancy, not just yet anyway. What I think we'll do is to keep using the suppositories, and then every month or so, after you've had your period, or whenever, if you ask me I'll give you an enema. And I can't control what you do when you visit Gran," she concluded, with a smile.

"Oh, thanks, Mom," Nancy sighed with relief, going over and giving her mother an emotional hug. "I'll be good, I promise. I won't ask you too often. Just so I know I can have one every now and then," she added.

"Something to look forward to, no doubt," Mom remarked, dryly. "Now that I'm going to let you take enemas, I don't want to see you get into an enema habit. We've talked about this before, when I told you I wasn't going to give you enemas for that reason. I'd like to see you have more bowel movements on your own without having you resort to laxatives, suppositories or enemas all the time."

"I'll try to, Mom, honest I will. I know I should," the teenager agreed. She would have agreed to almost anything that would allow her to have an enema!

"That's a good compromise, I think," Gran said, satisfied with the arrangements that had been made. "That's one way to get you to come visit me. I expect I'll see you quite often," she laughed. Actually she was very fond of Nancy, and she always enjoyed having the vivacious, outgoing teenager keep her company.

"Betty, if you're going to give Nancy enemas, you must have a bag. If you don't, of course you can buy one, or I can give you an extra one I have," Gran said, significantly.

Mom reddened slightly under her tan. "No thank you, Mother. I do have one, actually, that I can use," she admitted, after a long pause. "Well, I hoped you did. Every Robertson woman should," Gran laughed.

Then she got serious. "I think it's time now for you to tell us about your problem with constipation, and what you do to treat it, Betty" Gran said, quietly.

"Well, all right, if I must, since you two want to know all about me. I guess it isn't enough, to keep it private," she grumbled. "It isn't that so much. It's just that we're both interested in the experience of another member of the family," Gran replied.

"Well, that's putting a nice spin on it. If you're so anxious to know about my constipation, and what I have to do, if anything, to have a movement, I suppose I might as well tell you," Mom told them. She still wasn't very happy about it, but she decided to relent after thinking it over. "There's no point in making a big deal about it. So what if I do get constipated. Millions of women do, every day," she said to herself.

Mom took a deep breath before plunging in. "I don't know why I'm so irregular, but I have been ever since I was a teenager," she began. "I'm only forty two. I try to eat well, but oftentimes it's on the run. It must be the stress of running my own business. All I know is that is very hard for me to get any relief unless I take something to help. I know I should go, but I don't get the urge. I go in the bathroom and sit, but nothing happens," she sighed.

"I didn't know that happened to you too, Mom. I guess that's another way we're so alike," Nancy said, surprised to learn about her mother's constipation. She was imagining Mom in her bathroom, trying to have her BM!

"That's true, I guess, but let's hope the other ways we're alike get better results," Mom laughed, pleased with her pun. Now that she'd gotten started, she was finding that it wasn't so hard to talk about her bowel problems after all.

"Stress related constipation happens to lots of professional women, Betty. A number of them go to clinics like mine every day for an enema or a colonic," Gran said. "Oh, I'm sure they do, but at least I haven't reached the point of going to a clinic yet," Mom replied.

"You might be better off if you did. With your irregularity, there must be times when you need an enema. You certainly needed them when you were Nancy's age. Anyway, please go on with your story," Gran prompted, with a smile.

"You're right, Mother. I don't know what I would have done back then if you hadn't given me enemas. But when I went off to college I knew I couldn't do it there. I mean, I didn't want to be seen in the dorm going to the ladies room carrying an enema bag."

"No, that wouldn't have been good, I agree. But you must have had to do something, for relief of your constipation," Gran said.

Mom heaved another sigh. "I did. Without my enemas I think I was constipated within a week," she laughed. "That's when I started using suppositories. That seemed like the best alternative. I'd put them in, and they would work in an hour or so."

" I liked the idea of suppositories, the way they work from below. I could sort of time them. You can't do that with a laxative. So I got in the habit of using them about twice a week, I'd say. Well, you can guess what happened. No suppository, no movement," Mom laughed, weakly.

"So you started way back then. I know you use them now, but I don't think you ever told me you began with them way back in your college days," Gran answered. "I did, and I've used them pretty much ever since, I'm afraid," Mom admitted. "Fleets usually, but sometimes I'll use Dulcolax suppositories if I need that little extra jump start."

"So you use them too, Mom. I didn't know. That must be why you give them to me," Nancy said. She couldn't help thinking about her mother inserting the suppositories up her bottom!

"I guess that's true, Nancy, now that I think about it. I figured if they worked for me, they would be good for you as well. They are effective, for short term relief," Mom replied.

"And I thought you were regular back then. I wondered, when you came home on vacation, if you would ask me for an enema, but you never did. I thought maybe you'd outgrown your need for them. Little did I know," Gran said, disappointed to learn about Betty's constant use of suppositories.

"There were times when I would have loved to be given an enema. I did miss them. But I didn't want to get back into them if I could avoid it," Mom explained, noticing Gran's look of disapproval, especially when she'd mentioned using Dulcolax.

Then she looked at them both. "I may as well admit it. I haven't given up enemas completely. I do take an enema every once in awhile. You must have figured that I did, since I told you that I do have an enema bag," Mom finally told them.

"Well, at last. I'm glad to hear it. I assumed that you did, but it's good to know for sure," Gran replied.

"I'm glad if you're pleased, but I don't think you'll like what I'm going to tell you next, Mother. Sometimes I use Fleet enemas," Mom confessed.

"Oh Betty, you don't. I don't think they're good for you at all. Why on earth do you use them, instead of taking a regular enema?" Gran asked. "Time and convenience, I guess. Sometimes if I have an early morning business appointment, and I need something, there isn't time for a suppository to work. And I don't have time for an enema with the bag either. The Fleets are good at a time like that," Mom responded, somewhat defensively.

"Oh, I suppose there is a place for them," Gran answered, dubiously. "But you could use a bulb syringe, Betty, to get quick relief." "That would take almost as long as an enema with the bag," Mom argued. "You have to run the water until it's warm, fill it up, get the Vaseline out and so on. At least a Fleet is all ready to use."

"Well, I can see there's no talking you out of using a Fleet, is there," Gran grumbled, not pleased that Betty used them. "No, but-but those aren't the only enemas I take," Mom confessed, reddening again under her tan.

"I'm relieved to hear that. I hoped I had taught you better," Gran said, with a smile. "I'm interested to know now when you do it."

"You don't have to worry. You taught me very well," Mom assured her. "If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have known what it feels like to be all cleaned out inside. There's nothing that can do that the way an enema does," she sighed.

"That's true enough. And a good colon cleansing is so healthful," Gran agreed.

"That's what I've decided, Mother. Even with my other remedies, sometimes I don't feel quite like myself. It's almost as if I feel a little sluggish, not clean enough inside. So every now and then I tell myself it's time I gave myself an enema to give my system a good washing. I do get in the mood for one sometimes. And when I do, I admit that I do look forward to it," she admitted.

"Many women do. I agree, an enema is definitely something to look forward to. I know I do, when I need one," Gran replied. "You need to have lots of time, not be rushed, and have privacy, so it will be a good experience," she added.

"Yes, that's it, exactly. It is very personal. That's why I've never told you that I give myself enemas, Nancy. I've always tried to do it when I'm sure you won't be around," Mom said to her daughter, who nodded her understanding. Nancy was finding all this very interesting!

"Just when do you do it, Betty?" Gran asked, gently prompting her daughter again to give them all the details.

"Oh, usually it's on a Saturday or Sunday morning. That's the best time. You're right, Mother. I do like to take my time," Mom plunged ahead. "I get my bathroom nice and warm, get my bag out and get everything ready, you know, mix the soap in and so on."

"The preparations are all part of having an enema, that's true. You said you want to have a good clean-out. When you do have one, I hope you take enough to accomplish that, the way we used to do," Gran said.

"Oh, I do, Mother. Since I don't do it all that often, when I do I give myself a big enema. I take as much as I possibly can, you know, get the soapy water way high up in there so it will really work. That's what I need. And I make myself hold it, too, five minutes if I can do it, until I just have to go," she sighed, recalling every last detail of how she gave herself her enemas.

"Well, that's good. That's just what you want to do, to have a good, complete movement, which I hope you then have," Gran said, convinced as she was of how healthful a thorough bowel washing was, a washing that could only be accomplished by taking a high volume cleansing enema.

"Oh, I do, Mother. That's a concern you needn't have, believe me. When I expel it, I'm always amazed at how much comes out. I mean, I don't think I'm all that constipated, but I always seem to be full up whenever I have an enema," Mom replied, reddening again, with a weak little laugh.

"That only goes to show you should do it more often. The waste does build up in there, you know. Nancy has found that out. Suppositories and Fleet enemas just don't do the job. Only an enema will really clean you all out, from the sigmoid to the cecum. That's what you want to do," Gran said, with conviction.

Nancy even got into this aspect of the conversation. "It sounds like you need your enemas too, Mom. I'm OK about it, if that's what you need to do."

"Well, I guess we've pressed you enough about it for one day, haven't we," Gran said, indicating that their discussion was about over. "You probably don't have much more to tell us."

There was much more that Mom could have told them, which she had chosen not to. The truth was that she loved giving herself an enema! Everything about it was exciting for her, and always had been. As Nancy was learning, she could get wet just thinking about having an enema, and she would be in a perpetual state of arousal from the time she got her bag out until the final expulsion.

Mom had been married early, right after graduating from junior college. She had been too young, had gotten pregnant right away, and the marriage hadn't worked out. Divorced and a single Mom at twenty-one, she did have appetites that needed to be satisfied. The stress of her marriage, and its aftermath, had only added to her ongoing problem with constipation.

In the ensuing years since her divorce Mom had had relationships, and more than one marriage proposal. Although she wasn't promiscuous, she had her quotient of sexual desires, and she wasn't above having a good tumble in the sack every now and then. But nothing gave her as intense an orgasm as she had when she gave herself an enema.

Getting it ready, lubing herself up, inserting the tube into her rectum, feeling the warm soapy water going in, and letting it out, ooh, it was all too much! She hadn't found it out yet, but it was one more way that Nancy was just like her.

"There is only one more thing I would mention, Mother," Mom said, having gotten carried away with all her revelations. "I almost always take an enema when I get home after traveling for a few days. That's when I really get constipated," she told them.

Mom realized, from the gleam in Gran's eye, that she had made a mistake as soon as the words left her mouth. After all, here she was, just back from a trip! "Oh, I hope she doesn't pick up on it," Mom thought to herself. But she instinctively knew that she had let the cat out of the bag!

"If you'll excuse me, I've got to use the bathroom," Mom announced, standing up." I haven't had a pee since I left the airport."

"I have an idea that your mother needs more than a pee," Gran observed, as soon as Mom was out of hearing. "We'll see how she is after she comes back." Nancy was wondering about that herself, and what Gran might do if Mom was indeed constipated!

Mom, in the bathroom, hadn't been kidding when she'd said she'd needed to pee, voiding herself with relief. But Gran was right, as she usually was about such things, for Mom was indeed constipated, and had been for several days. A few pushes soon convinced her that nothing was going to happen. "Drat it all anyway," she sighed to herself, annoyed that she'd gotten into this condition. "It's not coming out, that's for sure."

Pulling her panties back up, and her slacks after that, she returned to the kitchen, trying to look as normal and cheery as she could. "Damn. Why oh why did I ever say that. Mother will be after me now, sure enough," she muttered to herself.

Mom found both Gran and Nancy looking intently at her the moment she emerged from the bathroom. "I know just what you're thinking. Don't. Don't even think about it," she said, gruffly. "Well, all right, if that's the way you want to be. You're even acting like you're constipated, which I know you are, Betty."

This was all too true. With all the travel and different foods and so on, Mom hadn't had a movement the entire time she'd been away, and now she was all too aware of it. She'd felt the fullness in her rectum days ago, and now, at the end of the week, the entire length of her colon was all backed up.

" I could tell right away, as soon as you walked in the door. You know you need an enema. Here I am, ready and waiting to give you one. That would be much better than having to do it all by yourself when you get home, " Gran told her, with a disarming smile.

Mom looked back at them, heaving a sigh of annoyance. "So what if I am. I'll go before the day is over. And if I don't I'll take care of it then. Mother, really. You haven't given me an enema in twenty years, and I'm not about to have you start on me again now, especially with Nancy around," she retorted.

"That's nineteen plus years too many, isn't it. It's up to you, of course. I can't make you do it, Betty. But I know you. With your business, I know just what you'll do. You'll go right to your home office the minute you're in the door."

"You told me that you wanted to get away from it all for a change, and that you weren't even going to take your laptop with you. So there will be a zillion Emails and phone messages waiting for you, and a week's worth of mail to go through, and with your constipation you won't feel like doing any of it," Gran predicted.

Mom was starting to waver. What Gran had said was all too true. She did need an enema, and she wouldn't feel up to start working until she had one. She had to admit to herself that Gran's offer was very appealing!

"Your work can wait for another hour, Betty. You don't have to get home right away now, do you? You've had a long flight today. What you need is a little TLC. A nice enema would be so good for you, get you all relaxed. You know you won't get any work done until you're all cleaned out," Gran said, in a very persuasive tone of voice.

"Well, maybe you're right, Mother. You know me too well," she sighed, about to give in to the temptation. It would be so pleasant to be given an enema again, after so many years!

It was Nancy who convinced her to do it. "You really should, Mom. I'll be around either way. I'm in no rush to get home. I can watch TV. It would be better if you feel good when we do get back, don't you think? And you know Gran gives a good enema. You said so yourself," she said, trying her best to talk her mother into having the enema she was sure she needed.

"Well, this is something, having my own daughter telling me I should be given an enema. What a difference a week makes. You are getting all grown up, aren't you, Nancy, giving me advice like that," Mom said, smiling at her pretty seventeen year old.

Mom heaved another sigh, having made up her mind."I can see that you two won't let up on me until I do, so all right, I'm going to go ahead and do it. You've talked me into it. I am constipated. I might as well admit it. I do need an enema. I'm so stuffed I won't go unless I have one," she told them, in a low voice.

Gran's expression brightened perceptibly, and she went over to give Mom another hug. "I'm pleased, I must say, Betty. I wasn't sure if we could convince you to do it or not. I guess your need overcame your inhibitions. We'll have you feeling better in no time. I'm all ready if you are. You'll have to excuse us for a while, Nancy, but I'm sure you won't mind. Shall we? It's enema time. Come along with me now, my dear," Gran said, pointing the way.

Nancy watched the two of them heading off to Gran's bathroom. Going into the living room, she turned the TV on, as she said she would do. She didn't have any intention of watching it, though, for she couldn't resist the temptation of getting as close to the bathroom as she could, so she could overhear what was going to go on in there, without getting caught.

"I can't believe I'm going to go through with this, Mother. It seems like yesterday when you last gave me an enema," Betty said, apprehensively, as they went into the bathroom. "It has been a long time, that's true. But better late than never. I'm sure you wouldn't have agreed to this unless you really need one," Gran commented. "Why don't you sit on the toilet while I get everything ready for you."

" I suppose you're going to use the can, and the rectal tube, the way you did on Nancy," Betty grumbled. "Yes, I think so. That is what I plan to do, unless you have something else in mind," Gran replied, starting to get the equipment and the other things she would need out from the vanity. "As I recall, you liked that back when I used to give you your enemas," she reminded her daughter. Betty couldn't disagree with that!

Betty, still dressed in her form fitting blouse and slacks, watched her mother making all the familiar preparations, running the warm water into the can and swishing the bar of Ivory soap in it, until she had the mixture exactly the way she wanted it. "You'll need a good big soapy enema today, Betty, to get things moving," she observed. "I'll prepare an extra pitcher of soapy water now, so we'll have it all ready, just in case." Betty shivered inwardly, thinking about all the water that she was about to take!

Gran ran some very hot water into the Vaseline jar, softening it all up, completing her preparations by lubricating the dreaded rectal tube, which she had already attached to the hose, with the almost semi liquid greasy substance. This was a trick she had gratefully learned from an experienced nurse she had once worked with.

As she had done for Nancy, she spread two thick, fluffy towels on the floor for Betty to kneel on, so she would be nice and comfortable. Betty didn't have to be told that the enema was all ready for her, and that it was time for her to get undressed!

She wondered how she would feel, getting undressed in front of her mother, and having her see her almost in the buff after so many years. Somewhat to her surprise and relief, she found that it didn't bother her at all. "She sees bare butts at her clinic every day, so I guess she might as well see mine. After all, she does know what my rear end looks like. She used to see it often enough," she thought.

Getting undressed might not have bothered her, but her wetness and her all too familiar stirrings of arousal, brought on by her feeling of anticipation, was another matter entirely. "Oh, I hope I can control myself, and not come. I've got to," she thought, fervently. This was the reason she had resisted having her mother give her an enema. "This one has got to be for strictly medicinal purposes," she tried convincing herself.

So she went ahead, unbuttoning her blouse and taking it off, followed by her slacks, standing in front of her mother wearing only her designer bra and sheer nylon panties. "This is the moment of truth, isn't it," she sighed, her body tingling, as she pulled her panties down, and off. She always felt this way just before having an enema!

"Oh, it certainly is," Gran agreed, brightly. "You will be so glad you did this, after it's all over. "I know, but it isn't over yet," Betty sighed again, as she got herself into position down on the towels.

Gran couldn't help but look with approval at her daughter's luscious, well-rounded rear end, her trim, shapely calves and thighs, and the prefect circle of her crinkled anal opening. Betty was careful to keep her bikini line trimmed, but the valley in between her buns was covered with soft, dark hair. "She grew up to be a very pretty woman. She still has her figure, at forty two," Gran thought, with considerable pride.

Betty's pounding heart sank when she heard the rustling sound, as her mother worked her hand into the latex glove. She knew all too well what that meant! "I suppose you have to do me inside," she grumbled, remembering all too well her mother's rectal explorations. "You know I do. You didn't think you were going to get out of having a rectal exam now, did you?" Gran teased.

"Oh, I know, but it's so personal, what you're going to do to me back there," Betty sighed, resigned to her fate. "It is, I agree," Gran responded, getting down behind her daughter's up thrust butt, and plunging her gloved finger into the jar of Vaseline, which was still nice and soft.

"After all, I've got to get you ready, so I can put the tube in. And you'll want plenty of Vaseline on your opening, when it's time for you to have your movement," Gran told her, with an air of finality. Betty knew she was in for it, but it still was embarrassing, knowing how very full she was in there!

Nancy was out in the hallway, as close to the bathroom door as she dared to get, picturing in her mind the scene inside. Gran was about to stick her finger up Mom, the same way she had been done just a few short hours earlier, and then she would insert the tube into her asshole and give Mom her enema. The vision was more than enough to soak those cotton panties of hers one more time!

"Ooh-uh," Betty went, the moment she felt her mother's insistent, well-greased finger penetrating her palpitating rear entrance. She sighed again as Gran slowly slid it in, with a twisting motion, on up into her rectum, her probing digit immediately encountering the huge mass of hard packed shit that was way down in there, that had made Betty get so very constipated.

"Well, you've gone and done it to yourself this time, haven't you," Gran said, quietly, continuing her rectal probe, moving her finger around the fecal mass as best she could. "You're as plugged up as I can ever remember you getting. I see now why you can't have a movement, and you won't until I give you the enema. It's a good thing you decided to have me take care of you," Gran told her.

"Oh, I know, Mother. That's what I get for not taking any remedies with me," Betty replied, guiltily. "I guess. It certainly is enema time. With your rectum as full as it is, your colon must be as well," Gran replied.

Gran had placed the rectal tube on the edge of the towels, right where she could easily pick it up. Betty sighed with relief when Gran took her finger out, but her respite was to be short lived. "I'm going to put the tube in now, so try to relax for me," she said, almost in a whisper.

Betty was kneeling down with her legs wide apart, so her anal entrance was completely exposed, Gran taking a good look at it. "Push out for me, if you can, and then I'll insert the tube into you," she instructed her daughter.

Betty grunted, going "uh," and Gran could see the ring of her sphincter opening up, exposing every crinkle of her pouting anal entrance. "There, that's good," she said, softly, as she entered the tip of the well lubricated rectal tube into the center of the opening, sliding it slowly a few inches up Betty's packed rectum.

"Ooh-aah," she sighed, feeling the pleasant sensation of the insertion. She wouldn't have admitted it, but she had always loved the rectal tube, just as Nancy was learning to. She didn't have one herself, to her regret. It felt so good, feeling it sliding in, after so many years!

"It's far enough in for now, I think, but we'll get it in deeper after you've taken some of it. All ready, dear? I'm going to start it now. You're about to take a nice, big, high SSE," she whispered. Keeping the tube in with one hand, her other one was poised on the clamp.

Betty heard the magic, unmistakable "snap" sound when Gran opened the metal clamp. "Mmmmm," Betty sighed again, the moment the warm soapy water began flowing into her rectum. "Can you feel it going in?" Gran asked. "Ooh yes, oh I can feel it all right," Betty panted. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and what it was doing to her, whether she wanted it to or not. Her labia was dripping wet!

"It's going in nicely, just the way I hoped it would. Let me see if I can get the tube in further, above some of the blockage. It will be a better enema if I can insert it up above your rectum, so you can take it up higher. This is the way we always used to do it, if you recall," Gran reminded her, starting to work the tube deeper into the depths of Betty's constipated colon.

Betty recalled, all right, every last detail. It had always felt so good when Gran inserted the well-greased rectal tube way up her bottom, and this time was no exception! It was no longer possible for her to conceal her panting, moaning, and sighing, as Gran worked the tube in, while the enema solution flowed high up into her body, further distending her belly. It had been protruding to begin with, one inevitable result of her constipation. Her slacks had felt very tight the last few days.

"Ooh, that's a big enema," she panted, on the verge of orgasm. "It is, Betty. But you know you need a big enema to relieve your constipation. We've got to get the water as high up in your colon as we can, so it will loosen everything up, and soften it up just enough for you to have a good enema movement," Gran told her, rather sternly. For emphasis, she reached up and refilled the can from the pitcher full of warm soapy solution she had so wisely prepared!

"Oh no, oh, not a second can," poor Betty moaned, feeling very full of enema. "Oh yes, you know you need to take some more. On can isn't going to do it today," Gran told her, firmly, determined that her daughter must get at least three soapy quarts up in there.

The effect on Betty was electric, since she had always loved having to submit to her mother's will when she'd been subjected to a treatment. It was so exciting, being made, once again, to take a big enema! "Oh, I can't believe this is happening, but oh, it's going to, I can't help it," she panted, and then she just dissolved, her orgasm overwhelming her in its intensity.

Gran discreetly turned away, so she wouldn't see Betty's hand on her mound, her daughter having one pounding climax after another. "That's so good. Let yourself go, Betty," Gran whispered. "Oh god, that's so incredible. It had to happen," Betty sighed, reveling in the delicious sensations that for her were like no other.

Nancy, right outside the bathroom door, was rooted to the spot. She was old enough, and experienced enough, to know very well what had happened. She had never thought much about her mother's sexual needs, so the performance that had just taken place inside was a revelation to her. "I guess Mom needed that too, as well as her enema," she thought, wisely. She really was very mature for her age.

"Maybe that's why she doesn't take many enemas, and why she doesn't want to do it when I'm around because of what they do to her. Again, she's just like me" she thought as well, very perceptively. "She doesn't know yet how enemas make me get off, and I hope Gran doesn't tell her!"

"You needed that, Betty, just as you always did. Some things don't change, do they? It's so good for you, and you do need release. It's a good way for you to have it, since you don't seem to have anyone in your life right now," Gran said, reassuringly.

"Thanks, Mother, for being so understanding about it," she said, gratefully. " I didn't expect it to happen, or wanted it to after all those years, but it just did," she added, embarrassed at having experienced an orgasm right in front of her mother.

Actually, Gran didn't mind at all. She was very broad-minded about life in general, and sex in particular. "It's better for them to have their release with an enema, rather than having sex with some undesirable," Gran thought, a point of view she had expressed to Betty in the past.

"Oh, I understand, all right. We Robertson women do have our desires, don't we," Gran mentioned. "If it makes you feel any better about it, it happens to women every day at the clinic. You'd be surprised at the number of women who come in for more than an enema!"

That was all she was going to say on the subject, and Betty had sense enough not to query her any further. But she was left with the distinct impression that what had happened to her happened to her mother, and perhaps to Nancy as well!

Betty had been valiantly holding her enema while they had been talking, but she knew the time had come. "You'll have to take the tube out, Mother. Ooh, do I ever have to go!" she panted. "Well, that's good, just what we want. I thought it should be working by now," Gran said.

"Oh you don't have to worry, it's working, all right," Betty sighed, as Gran pulled the tube down and out, through her quivering asshole. Betty got herself up and onto the toilet the second the tube was out of her. "Hold it in as long as you possibly can, before you start to let it out," Gran advised. "I will let you have some privacy while you do that," she added, with a laugh.

Nancy would have loved to hear Mom expel it, but she knew she'd pushed her luck as far as she could, so she beat a retreat back to the living room just before Gran exited herself from the bathroom.

"How is she doing, Gran?" Nancy asked, concerned for her mother's well being."Ok so far. She took a good enema. We'll know how she's made out in a few minutes," Gran answered.

Betty followed her mother's advice as long as she could, barely able to hold it in, since it was all she could do to maintain any semblance of control over her trembling butthole, which was wracked with spasms. "Oh, that's it. I can't hold it another second," Betty panted, relaxing her squeezed tight sphincter at last, and pushing out with a grunt.

"Unh. Unh. Ungh," she grunted, straining hard to have her big enema movement, so loud that even downstairs both Gran and Nancy couldn't help but overhear her. Sitting close to each other, they couldn't help exchanging glances. "I guess this is it," Gran whispered.

"Oh god, oh please, it's got to work," Betty panted. "Uh, uh, unngh!"

At first she emitted only dribbles of water, but her acute peristaltic reaction, created by the three quarts of soapy water she had taken and held, began to take effect. "Oh, it's coming out, oh it's got to, oh god it's so big, ooh, keep coming!"

Betty's urge for elimination was very powerful, enough so that the huge turd was coming down, and out, forcing her anal ring outside her body, as wide open as it could possibly go. "Oh that hurts, oh it's too big, it's got to come out, aah, ooh, aaaungh!" she moaned. But the giant fecal log was sliding through. It seemed to take an eternity before all of it came out through her aching asshole, but she had done it, the others hearing it drop into the toilet bowl with a big splash.

"Oh, thank god, it's out. Now it should really come out," Betty sighed, immediately blasting the toilet bowl in an endless series of plops, splats, and farts, as the enema solution began washing the pent up contents of her constipated colon out in burst after satisfying burst. "Oh that's so good, ooh did I ever need an enema," she panted. "Oh god, it's going to make me come again!"

The acute sensations of her huge movement had indeed aroused her all over again. Stroking herself in a frenzy, Betty had herself yet another series of earth shattering orgasms, heightened by the expulsion of her enema out through her sensitive bottom opening, each climax seemingly more intense than the last. "Ooh, that's the living end," she sighed, relishing her post orgasmic glow. She couldn't remember when she had felt so satisfied!

"That's good. It worked for her," Gran observed, having distinctly heard every sound of Betty's expulsion. Nancy, of course, had heard it as well. She knew enough to realize that Mom had had one huge movement for herself!

Gran knew that, too. "It's a good thing your mother let me give her an enema. I don't see how she would ever have had her movement without taking one," she said.

They heard the toilet paper roll being pulled, so they knew that Mom was wiping the residue off her bottom. In fact it took her several wipes before she got all the Vaseline off. "That's ok, it's just as well that Mother put so much of it on. I hate to think what it would have been like, trying to get it out without it," Mom thought to herself, as she looked into the toilet.

"I'll be lucky if it doesn't get all clogged up. I sure was," Mom said to herself, ruefully, with a sigh, pulling the handle to flush it. The toilet was up to the task, but just barely, everything going down, but only with a big "glug" at the end. She had to flush it twice, though, to get rid of it all, including the worst of the skid marks that had remained in the bowl.

Mom got herself dressed, noting with satisfaction that her slacks fit the way they were supposed to, rubbing her newly flattened belly. "That was some workout. And so what if I did get off. It isn't the end of the world," she told herself.

She was all smiles when she emerged from the bathroom, so the others knew she was back to her usual self. "I guess I have to thank you, Mother, for talking me into it. I can't remember when I needed an enema as much as I did today," she admitted. "I know you did, Betty. I'm only glad you came to realize it, and let me help you," Gran replied, understandingly.

"Well, Nancy, let's pack up our things. It's time to go home now. I'll have a lot of catching up to do, and you'll need to start reading the novel you were assigned for your English class. Thank goodness we're in condition to do all that now, without having to worry about how badly we need to have a movement," she laughed.

Gran was at the door to bid them goodbye. "Now don't be strangers, you two. Come visit me whenever you can. If you need my nursing skills, you know where to find me," she laughed. "

"We'll be back, Mother. You can count on that. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you see us again real soon!"

The End