Mom almost always started my enemas with a suppository. She usually did Lisa and I together. She would tell us to get undressed (if we weren't naked already, which we usually were) and go to Lisa's room. She would have us get in knee chest at the foot of her bed, asses toward the end. Shortly, her lubed finger was up our asses. a quick prep for the medication. Next, we would feel Mom's long finger pushing the little bullet (always Dulcolax) deep inside us. I just took it, but Lisa usually giggled. Mom always left us there, saying. “”just lay there and relax while those work. I'll be in the (whatever room), so find me when you need to go." We both knew that she would not let us go, because the suppository was just to get our poop moving down. We would go with her to her bath, and watch as she prepared our enemas: 2 qts of Ivory soapsuds before we were 15, 3 after that, very hot. We realized later that altho uncomfy, the heat helped us hold our enemas for 15 minutes. When I was 17, and Lisa, 19 she introduced us to butt plugs, and the holding time went to 30 minutes. As you might imagine, the results were spectacular! She had a clawfoot bathtub, which was in the center of the room. We took our enemas bent over its rails, kneeling on our knees, with our hands on the tub bottom; when our bags emptied, each got a plug. For these special enemas, after the designated time had passed, we were told to sit on the tub side, across from each other, butts hanging over the tub. Mom would pull each plug, with, “not a drop until I say so!” After a couple of agonizing minutes, it was, “OK, let's see what you can show me!” Blessed relief! We would both explode into the tub, dark brown liquid and lots of lumpy solids and loud farts. Lisa always giggled when she farted, even into her 70's. I always enjoyed those sessions, because Mom always undressed with us, and I got to see what her breasts were like compared to Lisa's. I know they got aroused as my penis responded to the water flooding my bowels. I enjoyed seeing their nipples swell, and sometimes, a bit of juice between their legs. In our late teens, as we were on Lisa's bed waiting for our suppositories to work, Lisa suggested a way to help us pass the time. Fortunately for us (unfortunately for her in later life) nothing would come of our activities., but we both began to look forward to those sessions. Writing this really makes me miss her!