Assisted living homes have cooks, aids, house keepers and a few occasional specialists, with entertainment. Mom used to stay there and enjoyed the community. Mom needed help with a few things, but not much. She had been an Aid for 30 years or more.
I knew what mom liked and how she liked it, but left home for military obligations when i was 19, with all of her training and nursing home Aid's stories. From her early 20s she worked in the fruit packing sheds and canneries. But now she loved to tell about her nursing day's experiences. This new work started in 1959, summer before i started high school in South San Francisco. She was a farm girl and always very inventive to accommodate situations. She upholstered an 18 inch section of 4 inch stove pipe. Covered it with her rubber sheet and positioned her enema patients on it face up and knees bent. In no time she was it! They loved her and she loved them. She meticulously worked out the various details of her ideas on me as her Guinea Pig.
One neighbor girl, liked hearing about it all too and asked mom to teach her nursing as well. Then she got brave and asked me if we might like to do things together when mom was at work and her parents, gone as well. It was the enema that intrigued her and she got right to it, wanting to learn on me. I was already used to being handled and let her go at her own speed. I gave her, as it were, my mother's training to know how best to proceed, but she had to pretend i was her patient, is all.. Not the other way. Not expecting my boner, she asked me not to do that. She could not believe it did that on its own. I asked her to just ignore it as best she could so our classes could advance. We had caned peaches in gallon cans and she mounted my hips on those to have more ready access to my “constipation problems”. She leaned to properly trim her finger nails, wash and clean up after, but her favorite part was making me comfortable on her peach cans and giving me a generous greasing in preparation for the colon tube. She liked to grease the tube while i watched intently and wink at me shyly. She learned how the water seemed to open the way for the tube to find its path up inside me. She liked asking me how it felt and would feel on my tummy and tell me, i was a good patient for her. Eventually believing my pecker had its own mind, she bravely asked to fondle it and get to know it better.
One day at the "clinic" she seemed troubled and wanted to talk about something with a frown and kind of whiny tone. I pried it out of her and found she was embarrassed of her menstrual flow. I sympathized and comforted her as best i could. Yet she continued to suffer it seemed. Hesitatingly, i offered her a warm enema just to see if it would help. “Oh i can't stand for you to have to see this, i just couldn't”. ME: “OK then, could we work this out so i don't look?”. While i readied her warm happy enema, She made herself ready atop the peach cans and covered with a beach towel. I came in whistling "Moon River" from Breakfast at Tiffany's. She looked at me dreamily and yielded. Catching her eye, i greased my middle finger while she stared at it. She closed her eyes and pulled her cheeks back for me to easily find her mark. I wanted to feel it melt under my caress but did not say so and only began to press deeper when i could feel she was thoroughly ready. I gave her a generous supply outside and continued to slowly spread it inside her happy daisy, too. Preparing her douche pipe, i handed it to her to hold while i blindly relocated its place. Watching her eyelids, she gave me the signal and handed it back to me. As it came underneath and met my happy finger, i pressed it a bit sideways to be sure it was on her soft spot and then turned 2 inches of it straight into her. With that good hand keeping its place, i found the clamp with the other under her watchful study. I quickly raised my eye brows, blew her a kiss and let begin to spray into her daisy. “Cool!” she smiled and then, "oh that's good" as the warmth in the bag began to spread throughout her colon. As i maintained its placement, i felt her begin to kind of suck on it. When she slowed i gently pulsed and turned it, giving her love bumps. She half opened her eyes and saw me staring up into her face from down below. I slowly stroked its length back and forth, back and forth. Her toes stretched back, then clenched. Her lips quivered and one of her hands gripped the pillow, while the other stroked between her labia keeping time with the pipe and its spray, her head also keeping time as well. I slowed my activity and let her go, as she picked up her own rhythm. The neighbor girl came for me, just as her warm infusion sucked dry. Sympathizing with my awkward position while attending to her, she had managed to work the curtain all up onto her knees too give me full access to whatever it was i needed. Easing back away from her, i was pleased to see her twirl the pipe before gingerly extracting it. I removed the peach cans from under her pelvis and helped her to her feet. She rose onto her toes and carefully transported the weight inside her to the pot and waved me away.
By the time she reappeared, i had it all neatly put away and the peach cans back underneath the cabinets. She reached for a hug and whispered a thank you, while i held her close. She hung her chin on my shoulder and swayed, as i fed her the the lyrics, Moon river, wider than a mile, carrying us in style, today,,,”. She worked her titties into my chest and i realized this might become a routine she would require. “Oh dream maker, (i continued) Where ever you're going, i'm going your way. Two drifters, off to see the world. There's such a lot of world, to see, wait'n round the bend. My huckleberry friend, come pee with me”.