Perfection!

I knocked on the door at the appointed time. The door opened, and there she stood. An somewhat mature lady, dressed in a common house dress wearing an apron. "Do come in." I enter, and she closes the door. We exchange the ususal pleasantries. "Umm, you are Walter, and you wish to replicate enemas from your childhood?" "Yes Ma'am, I do. "Well, you start by calling me "Mommy, and you will be Walter." "Yes, Mommy."

"You have not looked well today, Walter. Mommy made your favorite lunch, and you barely picked at it. Mommy's going to have to check your tempy." "Does it have to be checked in my bottom, Mommy?" "Of course it does, Walter." Mommy sits on a chair, and proceeds to unbucle my belt, and lower my pants. She places me over her lap. She lowers my shorts. Her finger puts lube on my tiny anus. Then I feel her inserting the thermomter, and her warm hand holding it in place. She asks if I hurt anywhere. "My lower tummy hurts some, Mommy." After 5 full minutes, the thermometer is removed. "Oh Walter, you do have some fever. That, and your lower tummy aching. Hmmm. Mommy thinks she better give you an ENEMA. "

PART TWO.

Finishing my tep check, "Mommy" has me stand up. She takes my hand, and leads me towards the bathroom, leaving my pants and my shorts at mid-thigh. She has me stand next to the bathroom sink. "Mommy" opens a cupboard, and brings out a bowl. She fills it with "warm" water, swishing a bar of Ivory soap in it. Not a lot, but enough to make the water beocme a bit "milky looking." She goes back to the cupboard, brings out a small jar of vaseline, and a red 8 0unce "adult" enema bulb. She lubes it's tip generously. She sits down on the closed commode, and puts a fluffy warm towel over her lap.

"Lie over Mommy's lap, Walter. Mommy's going to see if a 4 bulb enema helps you. Now you know you ahve to be a good little boy for your enema. If you aren't, Mommy will SPANK you, Understood? "Yes, Mommy," as I lay over her ample lap. Her warm hand parts my cheeks, and ehr finger lubes my rectum. Then the bulb enema begins. It feels so GOOD. I had paid for only one, but aftermmy release, she insisted I needed another, larger enema. "With Mommy's old Jones can and the long tube, Walter. We will do that on Mommy's bed." She

PART THREE:

""Mommy placed her finger upon my lips to quiet me, when I wanted to protest, needing to tell her I had no more money to pay her, for a longer session. "Mommy has nothing more to do today, and I do want you to leave me later, happy, and feeling good. You have been a very good little boy for Mommy." She put me on the bed, removing my pants and shorts. She placed me in the calassic "Simms" position, and soon returned with the Jones can enema. She expertly moved the long hose in and out, inside my lower colon, competely filling me with this enema. "Come back here to "Mommy," Walter, when you are finished releasing." I did as she said, more thinking that my pants, and shorts were in the bedroom. She was lying on her back stark naked. "Umm I am not your mommy any more. Do you mind using your manhood, upon a mature lady's pussy?" PERFECTION!! THE END. Walt

Walt, really great story ... build on what seem to be most pleasant (and erotic) memories of childhood. I have the same from experience with a housekeeper/nanny and aunt and a couple of red rubber enema bags.

One of my foremost enema fantasies almost came true about 2 years ago. My lover and I had discussed often how exciting it would be to have a second female join us at play. One evening a friend of hers wanted to see why my girlfriend was so turned on by giving me enemas so-- she did join us !! Unfortunately ,she did not participate but watched intently for several hours ,asking questions all along. she was certainly turned on yet reluctant to jump in saying "maybe next time". As luck would have it, a few days later a family emergency arose across the country--we haven't seen her since :'( . I re-visit this experience and fantasize another ending often! 😃