Labor Day

I've been catching up on my messages this morning. Today is "Labor Day" and that inspired this topic. My husband is upstairs with our six year old grandson. I asked him to keep him busy for a few minutes while I slipped down here in my exam room to hunt and peck for a while.

I can't have it but I can sure think about it! I'd love, right now to be here ALONE with my husband. We would be going through our Sunday morning enema ritual. He would have dressed me in a pair of long black seamed stockings and a garter belt. Then he would slip a pair of sexy sandals on my feet and help me to my exam table. He would hold my hand as I stepped up to the table. He would then lay me down with my head on a pillow and gently slip my feet into the stirrups. He would then kneel in front of me and smother my anus with many tongue kisses! Now about this time I'd be getting pretty hot in more than one way. I really want my enema! He'd get a two quart bag suspended above be and the 36" colon tube ready for action. He'd lube me up and then worm that colon tube deep inside me. Ladies and Gent's, this man is a million and what he can do with that tube is amazing. He sweet talks me and massages me as he slowly inserts that tube. Once in he will start the flow and come over at begin to kiss me. He talks "Enema Talk" as my body soaks up every drop of that warm soapy solution.

About this time I'd be squirming to expel! I've done about ten minutes worth of retention and I'm ready to go! My bowels are stimulated and I relax as I gently begin to expel both the solution and impacted fecal matter. I run my hands up and down my black stockings and assure my legs are opened wide as my enema and my mushy stool fills that large plastic pan. My husband kisses me and then walks to the "Business End" of the table to watch me fill that pan. I go slow and easy as mother nature does her work as I then shutter in deep enema expelling orgasm! Toward the end I push like a lady in labor to empty my bowels. My husband massages my soft belly as I push to finally empty!

Truthfully dear friends I've enjoyed this but what I really mean to say is, I love our enema sessions and I go crazy doing so in front of my husband! How in the hell can it be sexy crapping in front of ones lover? As long as it's okay with us, that's all that matters! Normally after these sessions he cleans me up like a mother cleans a baby and then he butt fucks me there on my table. At this point it's not anal sex! It's deeper than deep, lips to lips passionate butt fucking!

Now, I have to wait until my husband and I are alone. Next weekend maybe? This however is what we do on Sundays. And I have a great "Labor Day" each weekend. Time to go! I hear a little voice calling for grandma! 🌹

What you and your husband do is very moving (no pun intended). Your love is a kind of love that I think is seriously lacking. It's a wonderful unconditional love. You are quite right about "crapping in front of another"! It's no one else's business and it's what you love. I said another time that; "for those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those that don't understand, no explanation is possible! 😄

Among other loving stories about grandmas and grandkids, your enema sexy grandma story is another kind that I love to read and don't see much. I'm so glad for you that you have such a loving but sexually exciting time together. Have at it for many years to come.

Eric

@GyneDoll said

Now, I have to wait until my husband and I are alone. Next weekend maybe? This however is what we do I Sundays. And I have a great "Labor Day" each weekend. Time to go! I hear a little voice calling for grandma! 🌹

I am having the opposite problem.

At our house, this was the most calm, quiet Labor Day EVER.

No parties, no house guests, no daughters, no boyfriends, no company whatsoever. The last few weeks have been really busy.

The empty nest syndrome has begun full force. The Adventurer started law school in NYC and her sister The Voice moved to physics land in California to start her PhD program that will take about six years. I guess our job as parents is essentially complete except for paying their tuition and living expenses while they are in school. I think they will both be finished when they are 28 years old. Having the two girls has been a tremendous pleasure, commitment and responsibility. The time after Labor Day has always been extremely busy in my husband's office which means late nights coming home and very quiet times for me.

Of course my husband and I have been having wild sex in whatever room we happen to be in the house, but the big empty house is something we will have to get used to, especially me. I think increased amount of sex, enemas and S&M over the last couple of weeks has also become a temporary alternative coping mechanism for the empty house. I can just barely hear my husband’s music playing which I know is blasting in his music room. I'm allowing him his alone time to relax with his music as I sit with my laptop occasionally looking up at the television in the den. He will probably finish his listening in a little while and we will go to bed.

@SwitchableSusie,

I recall those alone times very well and the sounds of silence that accompany them. I know exactly how you feel! Rest assured my friend that where ever your daughters are and what ever they do they will always be "Your Babies" Most mothers learn about that when we can't hold them, touch them, play with them or see them. We close our eyes and we see the past and wish we could bring it back. Memories last forever and where ever your children are please know they will feel the same. You and your husband are good and proud parents. Don't worry because it will not be long until you receive that first phone call or text message saying, "Mom, I miss you and I wish we were together" You will learn how being away will from your daughters will forge a love stronger than diamonds. This is where they will grow into real women and you will grow in "acceptance" This is not easy but it's the next right thing in our lives that help us become stronger within self. We receive nothing in our lives as long as everything is going easy. We learn when we are up against the wall with no where else to go but up. Your daughters will see the love involved as they go along with their studies. They will see how Mom and Dad have worked to give them much help towards their education. That help is called "Love" It comes in many ways, shapes and forms!

This is called growing up and we never stop growing. It hurts but you will see that it will be all worth while. Our stumbling blocks will become our stepping stones! And we will see that acceptance is the only instrument sharp enough to prune away the excesses of our wayward wills!

Susie, we don't know what tomorrow brings but I'd guess that somewhere along the line in the future you will hear a "Little Voice" calling for Grandma! When you do, think of me when I say, "It Will All Be Worth While" There will be so much more in your life to live than the current Sound Of Silence. Unfortunately this is the path we must take and accept!

You will be just fine! And while you have the time and "Privacy" enjoy your life in all ways! You will find out how great the sound of silence can be! This is all part of life and we/you will over come it. Makes us better people and we need as many of those as possible! It will all be worth the ride! Promise!

Gwen: You and S-Susie have hit the nail on the head for both topics - loving, erotic enema sessions and a child rearing "high point" that delineate the various growth stages leading to adulthood for kids and another "marker" for parents in their child-rearing efforts.

Your scenario for "next time" is spot-on!!!!

I just hope Labor Day was not too laborious!

I never got to experience empty nest syndrome and I was looking forward to being able to resume marriage, playing a little whip and chill and so on. She didn't seem to want the last one to leave home and he obliged.

@LisaK, I'll put it this way! It was certainly worth the time and effort. Kept me occupied!

Short history about the origin of Labor Day.

"A Peaceful Protest That Turned Violent

An eight-hour work day wasn’t always the golden standard: Two centuries ago, American workers often clocked double digits at physically demanding and often unsafe jobs—something workers protested on September 5, 1882 in the first Labor Day parade, in which approximately 10,000 people peacefully marched from New York’s City Hall, the New York Times archives show.

In the years that followed, protests continued, says Shannon M. Risk, Ph.D., associate professor of history at Niagara University. “In early May 1886, after a series of peaceful protest meetings, the police attacked protesters in Chicago on May 3,” she says. “A protest meeting was scheduled for May 4, 1886, but a bomb sparked violence and the police rounded up ‘anarchist’ suspects.”

Some of those suspects were sentenced to death, Risk says, and “after these events, labor unions in the United States felt that the state and federal governments did not support workers but rather the corrupt corporate interests.”"

Labor Day became a federal holiday in 1894. President Grover Cleveland marked the day to honor the achievements and contributions of U.S. workers.

Nice information gwhap. I always thought Labor day was for moms. While Labor day isn't for them I'm having a beer and toasting them anyway. Here's to moms everywhere!