Neighbor Fantasy

It's a beautiful Saturday morning, about 9 AM, and I've just finished my breakfast. I'm 19, and spending my summer at home from school. During the week I work in a factory downtown, but have my weekends for leisure. This weekend, Mum and Dad have gone to a convention, so I have the house to myself. I only have one obligation, to mow the next door neighbor's lawn, starting no earlier than 10 AM. I'm looking forward to going to the beach with some friends this afternoon.

I just pick up the paper to take to the john for my usual morning read, when the phone rings.

I pick up the receiver, and hear 'Jules, did id Maria frod dext door'.

Even with a cold, that satiny Latin accent and smooth little voice still tickles me inside.

'Yes, Mrs. Wilson, this is Jules' I said.

'I doe dat ju are coming to do de lawn doday. I wad hopin' dat ju could come hearlier. I deed some helb wid a leedle dhing.'

'Yes, Mrs. Wilson. When did you want me to come?' I can't bring myself to address her as Maria.

'Dan ju come dow? I would really appreciade id.' Well why not, I think.

'Sure, I'll be right over' I reply.

'Dhank ju, bye bye'

I hang up the phone, put the paper down, check that I have my keys, lock the doors and head out the front door. Maria and Kevin have lived next door for the last ten years. Kevin was an airline pilot until he was killed just three weeks ago, in a freak accident at a hanger. Maria is beautiful, and growing up next door I have had outrageous fantasies about her, her slim little body having been on display by the pool in her back yard when I was mowing their lawn, which I have done since they moved in.

I ring the doorbell. The door swings open to reveal Maria in a housecoat, coughing a bit, holding a tissue to her nose. Although disheveled, she radiates beauty.

'Cud in, cud in' she labors to say.

'Sorry to bodder ju, but I cadt get anyone else' she says.

'No problem' I say, walking in, and closing the door behind me.

She gives a little series of coughs as she leads me toward the kitchen.

'Ju cad hear dat I have a code.'

'ids gedding worse, I dink. I call de doctor, ' she breaks out in a paroxysm of coughing.

'He said 'how much fever ju got'' she blows her nose in the tissue.

'Norbally I do my temp Horally, ju doe, wid de mout. But wid dis cold, I have do breed tru my mout, so de Horal give it wrong If cousin Seeme wad here, she would do it, bud she had do doe back do de farm for de weekend.'

'So I hab dis teeny-tiny favor to ask of ju.' She looks pleadingly into my eyes.

I return her stare. Slowly she walks toward me, gradually tilting her head forward so she looks like a little girl who did something wrong and was about to apologize. Then a small innocent little girl smile inches onto her mouth as she stops and holds something out towards me.

'Please' she says in her best little girl pleading voice.

I look down at what she is handing me and see that it is an ancient rectal thermometer, with the largest bulb I have ever seen on one, and the bulb is smeared with some Vaseline and a little bit of brown stuff.

'But you must already know how to use this. Why do you need ME?' I stammer out, being startled and puzzled by her request. I am nervous that my arousal might disturb the moment. She mistakes my puzzlement for reluctance, and renews her efforts to convince me.

'I have already dried, bud wid my cold, whed I cough, id pops back out. I dried tree times, and id always pops. I cannot stop de cough long enough.' Her face reflects her concern that I might not help and so she continues to press for my assent. Her face becomes more business-like.

'Surely ju know how to do dis.' Her expression softens.

'We have known each odder for a long dime, and (little smile again) I don' mind if you don' mind.' (more little girl pleading look) 'Pleeeaaase, just for meeee?' My heart is hammering; does she not realize what she is doing to me? I look into her face, her pleading expression chisels away at my fear and confusion.

I clear my throat, and say in what I hope is a business-like tone 'OK, I will help. Where do we go, I mean, where should we do this?'

Relief spreads over her face, her smile returns, and she says 'Come wid me', coughing a few times. My insides tighten as one of my teenage fantasies begins to unfold. I dutifully follow her down the hall and into the master bedroom. She coughs a few more times

as she takes off her robe to reveal her beautiful body clothed in a short nighty and a big pair of patterned underpants; what? she's wearing a diaper!

'I see ju are looking ad my diaper' she says. 'Id is for de cough. Somedimes when I cough, a leedle pee comes out. So while I hab de cold, I wear dem; especially do bed.'

I recover by saying matter-of-factly (I hope) 'a wise choice, saves on washing sheets'.

She bends and takes the patterned underpants off; they are actually cloth covered plastic pants. Her diaper is a disposable with adhesive tape on the sides. I am fascinated by this beautiful 39 year old latino woman standing in front of me with nothing on but a light nighty and a white plastic disposable diaper...

'Der's de lub' she says, pointing to the large jar of Vaseline on the night table.

She moves one of the over-large pillows toward the middle of the bed, and spreads a towel over it. Meanwhile, I wipe the thermometer with a tissue, having to scrub a bit to get brown stuff off. I shake it down to no reading. She climbs on the bed, and lays on her stomach with the pillow under her lower tummy.

'What are ju waiting for?' she says, looking mournful.

'An invitation' I say.

'OK' she smiles. 'Ju are cordially invited do de unveiling of Maria's butt, and de taking of her temperature under de direction of special guest conductor, Jules Berm. Maestro,

if you please.'

She gives a few more coughs as I undo the side straps on the diaper. Then I unfold the

back down to reveal a beautiful butt, with only a bit of soil around her main exit. I grab a tissue, and wipe her butt gently. She moans, almost in her sleep; then she coughs, and I

get a demonstration of what she meant by 'pee a leedle bit', a little spurt in unison with her last cough. I also see her anus pump in unison with her coughs. I coat the tip of the ancient thermometer with Vaseline, then I rub a bit gently on her

luscious brown butt opening. She moans again, and pushes back agains my finger. She gives a little cough, and I find my finger part way into her. I slowly slide my finger back out, and bring the business end of the thermometer to the awaiting opening. It kisses the bulb and wrinkles and she lets out a whiney moan. I push a little, and the bulb slides in about an inch, and it stops.

She gives a cough, a little squirt, and the thermometer pushes back in my hand, but I hang onto it and it doesn't pop out. I slide it back out, and check the reading, and it has barely started to register. As well, there is a fresh lump of poo on the tip.

'Soorryyy' she muffly sings.

'Ah ... Maria' I start hesitantly.

'Jess?' she says.

'I, ah, think, ah, that you need to, ah...' I stumble at what I have to say.

'Go poo?' she asks.

'Yes, before we can get a good reading' I blurt out.

'Hokay, do me hup, please' she mumbles. By this time, I have a raging erection, but I avoid nudging it while I continue. I fold the back of the diaper back up over that beautiful backside, and reapply and tighten the side straps.

'Ready?' she asks. 'Go ahead' I say. She backs up onto her hands and knees, then sidles over to the edge of the bed, and stands onto the floor. Her nighty has ridden up and reveals a bit of her beautiful breasts, so she pulls it back down. I watch her walk slowly into the bathroom, the diaper moving back and forth without sliding down.

'Ju might as well cob in here' she says. I walk into the bathroom, a massive full bath with a jet tub (spa), bidet, high toilet, vanity with sink, shower enclosure, and a couple of chairs.

I realize that this bathroom is bigger than my bedroom. Maria sits demurely on the toilet, nighty pulled up, the diaper down around her ankles, and flashes one of her little girl smiles. The high toilet makes her look even more like a little girl. But she is twice my age. I turn one of the chairs and sit down facing her.

She coughs three times. She reaches to her sides and spreads her butt further.

'So whad do ju thingk?' she asks. 'Beautiful' I say reverently.

'Jess, it is' she says. 'Id cost a lot, but I just love id.' Then I realize that she is talking about the bathroom. She leans forward a bit, and her face shows intense concentration. She reaches for the handholds mounted in the pony walls on either side of the toilet, and grips them strongly, and appears to give a massive effort, making a guttural grunting noise. She rests for a minute or so.

'Pardon me for not dalking, but I am concentrating, and can'd poo and dalk ad de same dime.' She gives a massive sneeze, and wipes her nose with a piece of toilet paper. 'Ju dock. Dell me about jur temperature.' Then she leans into the harness again.

'Mum always took my temperature that way' I say. She gives a little grunt. 'And that's still the way I check mine' I say. She gives an elongated growl, pushing on the handrails. She sits back, obviously having decided something.

'Ju know, doing id dis way is going do dake a long dime' she starts slowly. 'Ju are very chentle, as chentle as Kevin was, and I am dinking' she becomes more tentative.

My heart starts to pound again as I think that I know where we are going. My expression looks like fear to her. She starts to lobby.

'Maybe, Jules, maybe ju could do one more ding for me' she looks at me tentatively.

'I don't know' I start.

'Bud just dis one more leedle ding, Jules, and ju can finish up my temperature, and maybe I can do someding for ju' she smiles sweetly.

'I don't know' I repeat.

'Ah come on now' she whines, 'just a leedle ding, id won'd dake long, I promiss.'

An earnest expression overcomes her face.

'Oh Jules, ju can do id' she pleads.

'I don't know' I say, my resolve dissolving.

She stands up from the toilet, pulls her diaper up, restrapping the side she had undone, gets something out of a drawer in the vanity, and walks towards me tilting her head forward a bit, looking at me through the tops of her eyes, a small smile creeping onto her face.

'Pleeaase' she whines in her little girl voice, while she extends her right hand toward me.

I look down to see that she is handing me a very large rectal syringe. I still look dubious (I'm actually alarmed), so she says

'Jus' one bulb should be enough. Pleeeaaase.' She coughs a few times, continuing to stare into my eyes. 'I promiss do be a good girl' she says with a solemn look on her face.

'Really I do, pleeaase.'

I make a show of resignation, saying 'OK, OK, just one! But you have to make it ready.'

'Awrighd' she sniffs. She runs water into the sink, getting the temperature just so, and swishes the bar of soap around in it a few times, then expertly fills the syringe.

'Ready' she says. Then she kneels on a bathmat in front of me, and I notice that we can see each other's faces in the mirror on the shower stall. She leans forward, and gradually lowers her upper body to the mat, leaving her large diaper butt facing me. Her face shows a pleasant resignation. I undo the straps on the sides of the diaper, and flip the rear pad towards me, once again unveiling her beautiful rear end. I check the syringe, it is already full. I dab a bit of Vaseline on the tip of the nozzle. Then I take a dab of Vaseline and start lubricating her anus. She coughs a bit, but does not trap my finger this time. I take the syringe

and apply the nozzle tip to her awaiting rosebud. I apply a little pressure and it starts to slip in.

'ooooh' she moans as it slides in further. Then I start to squeeze.

'aaaahhhh, jesssss' she simpers as the syringe gradually empties into her.

'How is that?' I say.

'Mmm Hmm Haa Hmm' she grunts. The syringe is just about empty when she says 'Dat's enough'. I stop squeezing, but continue to hold the nozzle in place.

'Ooooh, Jules, I godda go' with reasonable urgency.

'That's the idea' I say.

'I godda go now' she whines.

'You promised to be a good girl' I say sternly.

'I am being good, but I godda go' she whines. 'Do me ub, please.'

So I slowly slide the nozzle out, and place the syringe on the vanity. Then I pick up the back of the diaper and flip it over her back, and attach and tighten the straps.

'OK, you can go,' I say. She starts to get up, some brown staining showing through the white. She stands up and inches over to the toilet. She undoes one side of her diaper, andlets it fall to her ankles. She seats herself on the toilet and the flow begins. She

grimaces every now and then but things are obviously flowing well.

'Oooooh, Jules, dat feels so good. Ju did it so nicely. I guess I had ta go more dan I taught. Ooooh, jesss.' She coughs a few times, and contines to pass fluid and poo.

'You should stay on the toilet for a while' I say 'to make sure that it has all come out.'

'Jesss, Papa' she says in her little girl voice, giving a small smile. 'I be doood'.

'Have ju had enemas?' she asks, giving a grunt, and coughing a bit. I say 'I have had my share, or maybe more than my share, who knows. How are you doing? about done?' Grunt

Grunt dribble dribble.

'Just about. Would ju please get me a new diaper??? I kind of finished dat last one. Dat drawer over der' she said pointing. I open the drawer and pull out a fresh new disposable which I hand to her.

'Papa, I'm done, I'm all done! Look at what I did!' she bubbles in her little girl voice.

She deftly tags on her new diaper, and dances a little jig, then sneezes. 'Uh Oh' she says.

So, dutifully I go and look into the toilet. 'Well done, little one' I say. I don't miss the opportunity to chide her, though. 'You should really go every day, you know' I sternly

advise. I flush the toilet. 'Now it is time to get back to business, my little pet' I say.

'Jess, Papa' she says meekly, 'I'm coming'.

Back in the bedroom, she scampers quickly to the bed, and straightens up the pillow and towel. I clean off the antique rectal thermometer. We both finish at the same time. She is

almost beaming. 'Oh Papa, I feel so good.'

I say 'I'm glad. Now it is time for your temperature.'

'Jess, Papa' a dutiful reply.

'Back on the bed' I order.

'Jess, Papa' a dutiful reply. She bounds up onto the bed.

'Like last time' I order.

'Jess, Papa' again a dutiful reply. She lays herself out over the pillow as before.

She gives a few more coughs as I 'unzip' the side straps on the diaper. Then I unfold the

back down to reveal a beautiful butt, with some fresh wet soil around her main exit. The diaper has a few fresh brown stains though. I grab a tissue, and wipe her butt gently. She moans, almost in her sleep; then she coughs, and I get another demonstration of what she meant by 'pee a leedle bit', a little spurt in unison with her last cough. I also see her anus pump in unison with her coughs. I coat the tip of the ancient thermometer with Vaseline, then I rub a bit gently on her luscious brown butt opening. She moans again, and pushes back agains my finger. She gives a little cough, and I find my finger part way into her. This time I push it further in. 'oooo' she whispers. I slowly slide my finger back out, and bring the business end of the thermometer to the awaiting opening. It kisses the bulb and wrinkles and she lets out a whiney moan. I push a little, and the bulb slides in about three inchs. I cup my hand over her cheeks, and hold the thermometer in place with thumb and forefinger. She gives a cough, a little squirt, and but the thermometer doesn't push back as much as last time.

I check the time. 'Five minutes to go, little one' I say. 'Jess, Papa' she says.

'Ju know, Jules, that ju are very dchentle, and I really appreciate your being here' she says.

I stare at her beautiful cheeks as they roll a little from side to side.

'Four minutes, little one'

'Ju are the first since my Kevin to do any of dese tings wid me, but I just couldn't wade

for Seeme do come back. Did ju really mind helbing dis old woman?'

'No, I didn't mind helping' I say 'three minutes, little one'

'Maybe ju could come early next Saturday, if ju wouldn't mind. I wand ju to helb me rather than Seeme helb me, and I send her do market so we can take care of dings by ourselves. How about dat, Papa?' she flashes a beautiful smile.

'I don't mind helping, little one' I say, 'two minutes'.

She coughs a little, and the thermometer bobs between my fingers.

'Ju just tell me how I can helb you. And we will see whad we can work oud'

'One minute, little one' I say, 'Well I don't want money for these activities, but maybe we can trade'

'Trade?' she smiles.

I slide the thermometer out of her butt, read the temperature and say '101.2'.

Then I reach it towards her as though handing it to her and say 'Pleeaase?'

[ to be continued ]

(If the accent offends anyone, I apologize, but I must assure all that the exotic is part of my fantasy; sort of reminds me of Selma Hayek in 'Fools Rush In'; which I hadn't seen before I wrote this, incidentally.)

Dream on...

Cos

Sorry, but I had to split it; I guess my Fantasies are too elaborate

😁

Cos.

'Ju juss dell me how I can helb you. And we will see whad we can work oud'

'One minute, little one' I say, 'Well I don't want money for these activities, but maybe we can trade'

'Trade?' she smiles. I slide the thermometer out of her butt, read the temperature and say '101.2'.

Then I reach it towards her as though handing it to her and say 'Pleeaase?'

I have a sheepish expression on my face with just the beginning of a smile.

'Hokay, den, do me hup' she says.

Obediently, I refasten her diaper. She moves to the edge of the bed, pulls on her plastic pants, and climbs off onto the floor. Her face changes to that of an adult, a pleasant smile resting on her lips.

'Ju wand jur and Maria do dake care of ju, do helb ju, my liddle Jules?' she asks gently. I nod my head subserviently, and shuffle over to her. She embraces me, and pats me slowly on the back.

'Der, der, id'll be OK' she says. The warmth of her body envelopes me in a time long ago. I feel like I'm 10 years old, even though my groin says I'm 19.

'Do ju promise do be obedient, an' a good boy for jur andy?' she asks, fixing her eyes on mine.

'Yes, Aunty, I'll be good' I say respectfully. She releases me from her embrace.

'Hokay, den, led's look ad ju.' She brushes my hair off my forehead with her hand, and looks me up and down, walking all the way around me.

'Ju look HoKay, but andy wands to be sure. Take off jur pands, an' climb on de bed' she orders. 'Lay on jur dummy, jur dummy on de pillow'.

Obediently I slide my sweat pants down and off. Then I climb on the bed, and lay across the pillow just as she had. It has been years since my Mum has taken my temp, never mind taken it rectally. And now my 'new found' aunt, object of many adolescent wet dreams of mine, who has never before seen me undressed, is about to 'take care' of me.

'Aunty' I say.

'Jess' she says.

'Is this the right position?' I ask.

'Jess, dat's right' she says.

I hear her shaking down the thermometer. Then I feel her sliding my briefs down my legs. I hear the lid being removed from the Vaseline. Suddenly I remember that I left home in a rush this morning without...

'Are ju embty, Jules?' she asks. I decide to try bluffing my way through the situation.

'What's that?' I ask, feigning lack of understanding.

'Ju doe, hab ju gone poo dis morning?' she asked more impatiently.

'I think so' I lie brazenly.

'I can't remember.' I mentally cross my fingers, hoping that

nothing will go wrong. She is obviously not impressed by the certainty of my response.

'I deenk maybe we check' she muses. A sliver of fear appears in my mind. Then I hear the unmistakable snap of a latex glove being put on. My fear ignites like a gasoline fire.

'Don' worry, liddle Jules, andy Maria will be very chentle. Ju chust relax' her soothing

voice excites me even more. I flinch when she touches me to spread my cheeks, then again when I feel a dab of Vaseline being applied to my crack. I relax some as she gently works the Vaseline back and forth and around my rim. It actually feels soothing. Then, I tense as I feel her index and middle finger gently lever their way into my orifice, wiggle around a bit, and slowly withdraw.

'Ju doe, andy Maria does not like to be lied to!' she says sternly. 'What chould I do wid you?' she asks. My heart sinks.

'I really didn't remember, aunty; really' I whine.

'Alride, den, but chust so ju remember nod do do it again' she says.

SMACK!! Out of nowhere comes a single stroke across my bare ass, a stroke with something very hard, like the back of a hairbrush. I yelp. It hurts, but I am more startled than physically hurt.

'Now ju get jur liddle butt indo de batroom and ondo de toilet. Right NOW!' She says like a strict Mummy, and my butt still smarts. I reach back and pull up my briefs and crawl over to the edge of the bed. She expertly strips off the soiled glove and throws it in the garbage can. (two points!)

'Yes, aunty; I'm going' I say in a humble voice. She stands there, tapping her foot, waiting until I start for the bathroom. She follows me into the bathroom and watches me lower my briefs and take a seat on the toilet. Then she comes forward and sits on a chair.

'Chusst relax and go poo. Den we can ged jur temperachure taken.' She carries on while I struggle to deliver. I have difficulty when I try to go to the bathroom while being observed. I don't know if or how others cope with it, but I even have trouble peeing in a

public urinal when there is someone else in the bathroom, never mind trying to poo while being closely observed by a beautiful figure of a woman for whom I have lusted over the years. I grasp the handholds, and try pushing while I strain. Then I try pulling while I strain. Then I sit back and rest for a few seconds.

'Chusst relax, id'll come' she says. 'Did ju doe dat I hab had my eye on ju? I hab watched ju grow up ober de last ten jeers. Ju are a fine looking jung man, and warm and considerate. Some jung lady is going do be lucky do hab ju as a lover and husband.'

She dons a warm expression with her beautiful smile. While she talks, I repeat my efforts to go poo, again and again, and am defeated in my efforts by my body's subliminal reluctance to deliver while being watched.

'Ju stay here and keep drying, I'll be back in a second.' She darts out into the bedroom, and returns, shucking herself into a pink blouse while she walks.

'How are ju doing?' she asks brightly. She quickly does up the buttons.

'Not too good, aunty' I say, miserably.

'Chust another second, please.' She again darts out to the bedroom.

I give it another try. She reappears, carrying a pair of faded denim shorts. She sits and pulls on the shorts. Then she stands, looking as beautiful as ever, even with the over-sized shorts stretched over her large diaper.

'Ju doe, Jules, I dink dat maybe we hab do adopt han halternative strategy here.' I think I know where this is going, and try harder yet. Until today, only my Mum has been this physically intimate with me. (That's not including some doctors and nurses, but they don't really count.) And I am tentative about my new aunty doing things this 'familiar'.

'Hi dink dat dings can be sped ub true de chudicious use of water' she says, catching my eye and staring earnestly at me. 'Whad ju dink?'

I return her gaze, and start hesitantly 'Do you mean...'

'Han henema? jess, han henema' she finishes my question and answers it, maintaining her stare.

'Whad ju dink?' Aside from medical professionals in the line of duty, only Mum and I have ever given me an enema before today. Although it has been many years since Mum has done so, I have self administered since then, most recently four weeks ago.

'When did ju last hab han henema?' she asks.

'About a month ago' I answer softly. I am bashful about the subject.

'So ju are familiar wid dem,' she says. 'Don' worry, I know whad do do. I always had do do Kevin when he came off de trans-Atlantic loop. Somedimes his body clock was so screwed up id had almos' stopped. Somedimes it HAD stopped.' she gave a little smile.

'Whad ju say?'

She continued to look at my eyes. I feel tingly about the possibility.

'Sure' I blurt out; 'let's get on with it.'

'Hokay! It is easy, and ju will feel a lot bedder after. Do ju wand short or tall?' she asks.

'What?' I ask.

'Sorrryyy. Short is small amount, Tall is large amount. For ju in dis situation, hi would recommend short, but only ju know jur capacity. Short or Tall?' she repeats.

'Short, I guess; is there a medium?' I mutter.

'Chure. Whad do ju wand me to juse? Bulb or bag?' she asks in a business-like fashion.

I normally use a bag at home, so I say 'Bag is fine'.

'Hokay. Comin' right up' she says, like a short order cook. I watch in fascination as she rummages through the back cupboard and comes forth with a brand new combination open top bag, still in its wrapping, and brings it out to the vanity. She puts a latex glove on her right hand. Then she unwraps the combination open top, and marks the bag with a big black J.

'Dis will be jurs from now on. If we ever do dis hagain, dis will be for juse on ju'.

I give a few more half hearted pushes and watch her while she connects the hose and slides on the clamp. She fastens the douche pipe to the end of the hose. She mixes a little packet of powder into a pitcher of water carefully blended from hot and cold and puts it aside. Then she goes to a little cupboard by the tub and wheels out something that looks like a short IV stand over near the vanity. She hangs the open top bag from the IV Stand, and pours

the concoction into it. She puts the nozzle into the sink, and releases the clamp, watching until the water is flowing, then closes the clamp. I'm dazzled by how efficient she is at

getting set up.

'Hokay, Hi am ready for ju. Come over here now.' I reach down and pull my briefs back up as I rise from the toilet.

'Where do I go?' I ask tentatively. She motions to about the same

spot where she received hers earlier.

'Kneel down on your knees, facing dat way' she says, pointing at the shower container.

'Now lean forward onto your hands' she says. I notice that I can see her face in the mirror.

'Now lower your chest towards the floor'. I manage to get down there. I feel my briefs slide down my upper legs. Suddenly I feel my cheeks being spread apart, and my crack being rubbed with more Vaseline. My erection which had faded while I was on the toilet starts to stiffen once again. Then something cool touches my anus, and pushes in until it slips in further. Then I hear the snap of the clamp being opened, and I feel some of the bulk moving into my

stomach.

'Too Fast' I whine.

'HoKay, hows dat?' she asks after adjusting the height of the combo bag.

'Its better, but still seems like a lot to me' I complain. She lowers the bag a bit more. She is holding the nozzle in my butt with her right hand, and adjusting the stand with her left hand. They must have had the stand specially built.

'Hid's coming' she says. 'Ju hab a very nice butt, Jules. Hab ju god a girlfrien'?'

My gut is getting full, the pressure to expel is increasing quicker than the flow.

'That's enough, aunty, any more and I will have an accident' I say. I hear the snap of the clamp.

'There are a couple of girls that I see, but there is nothing steady about the relationships, that is, no long term committments. My stomach is doing flip flops. Can I go now,

aunty?' I say.

'Chust hold id a liddle longer.' My butt is threatening to leak big time. I can feel the warmth of her gloved hand (holding the nozzle in) next to my tender little opening.

'Aunty?'

'Jess, Jules'

'Do you often have enemas?'

'Well, ad least wonz a mont', bud usually more ofden dan dat. Whad about ju?'

'I try for every few weeks. I give them to myself. Can I please go on the toilet?'

'HoKay, chuss hold for a second.' I feel the nozzle sliding out of my butt.

'Der ju go.' I slide my briefs up a bit, stand up as quick as I can (little squirt), then walk carefully to the toilet, holding the flood back with all my might, slide my briefs down, and sit. Ah, the relief, as assorted turds and liquid come cascading out of my backside. The flush feels particularly thorough, so I ask 'What did you put in the enema, Aunty?'

'Juss some Aunty Em's; dat is whad Kevin and hI always juse, ah, jused do juse. Here' she hands me the empty packet. I let go another torrent. Examining the printing on the pack, I

find that Aunty Em's is the finest collection of herbs, elements and condiments for the gentle relief of occasional constipation (I give a silent salute to a job well done as yet another load comes rumbling through) and for the maintenance of internal cleanliness;

recommended dosage 1 ounce per pint of water; package weight - 1 ounce; strength - light; flavor - strawberry. I have never heard of such stuff before. I am not sure which surprises me more; that what I am experiencing is only 'light' strength (it seems more than

enough for me, but I wasn't really constipated, though), or that it comes in flavors! For whose tastebuds, I wonder? Who does the testing? quality control? Does it have an aftertaste? My mind boggles at the thought...

'Hid his more chentle dan Ivory, an' we foun' chuss as heffective. Hi still juse id.

Whad ju dink?' She looks at me questioningly.

'I've never used it before. It is very effective, and yet not strident.' What is this, a wine review, I ask myself. I wipe my butt, stand up and pull my briefs up over my stiff erection. I once more look around that magnificent bathroom with its assortment of devices and fixtures for personal hygiene and gratification. Maybe it's the Aunty Em's, or maybe it's just the enema, but I feel really great!

'Jules, hid is dime for jur temperachure' she announces in a motherly commanding tone, pointing to the bedroom.

'Yes, aunty' I say meekly, and walk slowly back into the bedroom.

'Hup on de bed' she commands.

'Yes, aunty' I say respectfully. I dutifully climb up on the bedspread.

'Do ju see dis?' Her voice starts out low. She waves a hairbrush in her right hand.

'Yes, aunty' I say quiveringly.

'Do ju remember last dime?' She gestures again, her voice rising in pitch and intensity.

'Yes, aunty' I say in awe of her authority. I do remember how much that smack hurt.

'Well, Dis is de imblement of bunishment!' she thunders. 'Ju doe how id feels; chuss remember do be good, obey jur andy, an' don' eben fib do her, an' andy won' hab to juse id on ju again.' (One last little wave of the HB.)

'Yes, aunty' I say respectfully. She is really getting into this, I think.

'Now give andy Maria a kiss' she says more gently. I cuddle up to her, expecting a gentle peck on the cheek, but she presses herself up against me, and delivers a long, passionate, full mouthed kiss, through which I could almost feel the loneliness and wistfulness of the young widow, who, to relieve her emptiness and sadness, only wants someone to play with.

'Lay on de pillow as before' she commands.

'Yes, aunty' I say dutifully. I arrange myself on my tummy, my tummy being on the towel and big pillow. I feel my briefs slide partway down my thighs. She parts my cheeks with her left hand, and gently slides the thermometer into place. She lets go with the left hand, my cheeks gently close. Her right hand rests on my butt, holding the end of the thermometer.

'Fife minutes, liddle one' she announces.

'Aunty Maria' 'Jess, Jules'

'Can I ask you please don't tell my Mum or anyone about this?' 'Of course, bud hI expecd de same degree of discretion from ju' 'Yes, aunty Maria, I promise that I will tell noone about our

present activities.'

'Four minutes, liddle one' she announces.

'Aunty Maria' 'Jess, Jules'

'Will you tell me about your activities like this that you had with Kevin?'

'Maybe in de fudure somedime, nod juss now. Id is fery fery private, and I hab do become comfortable wid ju first'

'Dree minutes, liddle one' she announces.

'Aunty Maria' 'Jess, Jules'

'Are we doing OK? I mean is this what you would like?'

'Oh, jess; dings are going OK.' She tugs the bottom of my T-shirt towards my butt.

'Do minutes, liddle one' she announces.

'Aunty Maria' 'Jess, Jules'

'What do we do next?'

'Well ju hab de lawn to do, and I hab my chores.'

'I meant between us.'

'Well, I am now jur andy Maria, and ju are my nephew Jules, who is bound do helb me around de house, for which I will see dat ju are properly rewarded.'

'Won minute, liddle one' she announces.

'Aunty Maria' 'Jess, Jules'

'After my RT, will you hold me for a while?' 'Sure, liddle one, Hi will cuddle ju for a few minutes. Bud, ju hab chores do do, ju doe'

'Yes, Aunty' I reply.

I feel the thermometer slide gently out of my aft passageway. '99.6' she announces; 'habout normal'. I feel my butt wiped, and my briefs slid up my thighs and over my backside.

'Der ju go. Now come to andy for some care.' I rise onto my hands and knees, and work my way to the edge of the bed and then stand on the floor facing Maria. She strips off the latex gloves and tosses them in the garbage (another two points).

'Come closer' she coaxes. We embrace, her head upon my shoulder. 'Aunty Maria' 'Jess, Jules'

'Are you feeling better now?' 'Jess, I feel much bedder.' She squirms to get a better resting place in my arms.

'Now ju go do de lawn, hI will clean up and rest, and den we will

hab sum lunch. Get going now' she says, giving me a gentle swat on the butt.

(If the accent offends anyone, I deeply apologize, but for me the exotic is an important element of the fantasy. It sort of reminds me of Selma Hayek in 'Fools Rush In', which I saw subsequent to writing this piece.)

Cos.