During my winter visit to Florida, we meet one day to go out shopping. Making our rounds, we stop in a pharmacy so I can pick up a few things I'm running low on. I lose sight of you and when I finally finish and come looking for you, I catch you in the "Laxative" isle standing in front of the display of enema bags. I notice that you have your eyes on an old-fashioned style red rubber bag that looks a lot like the one my mother gave me enemas with when I was a little girl.
You look up and see me and realize that you've been caught. Your first reaction is to blush and then you mutter some excuse about how you didn't know that they still make these things. I'm quite a perceptive person and your demeanor leads me to suspect that you may share the same erotic thoughts about enemas that I do. I decide that this is too good an opportunity to let pass and I decide to find out what your thoughts about them.
"Did your mom give you enemas when you were little Mindy?" I ask.
Your first reaction is that you blush even deeper, and then you turn your eyes away from me. "Why, err, yes She did Catherine, " you reply sounding surprised at my question, and also somewhat embarrassed. "Most all the kids I knew got enemas from their mothers, Didn't you?"
I reach out and pick up the bag that has caught your eye. As I hold it, I feel the texture with my fingers and then lift it to my nose and smell the sweet aroma of the rubber. I'm pleased to find that this is the same fragrance I remembered many times before when I was just a child. The big, red, bag full of soapy water world be hanging in the bathroom, and it would smell just like this when my mother would take me in there to give me my enema. I would always cry and beg her not to do it, but despite my protests, she would always manage to get me face down over her lap for the procedure. As I lay there sobbing, she would pull down my undies, spread apart my bottom, and stick the slippery black enema tip into my tight little hole. This would be my cue to cry even loader but as soon as I heard the click of the clamp being released, and felt the warm, soapy water began to fill my insides, I would calm down and submit passively. At this point it was inevitable that I was going to have to endure this embarrassing violation of my bowels. The strange thing was that although I put up such a fight, I got such a wonderful, caring feeling from my enemas that I actually enjoyed them!
"Yes Mindy, I got them too." I reply returning to reality from my daydream. I hold the bag out to your face so you can smell the rubber as I just had. "Remember that smell Mindy?" I ask. You put your nose over the bag and sniff. Then you get kind of a dreamy smile on your face and I know for sure that you're feeling the same things that I am.
"Did you like how it felt when your mom gave you an enema Mindy?"
You were very embarrassed by this point, but I could tell that you were also getting aroused just as I was.
"Catherine, I absolutely Hated getting an enema! But at the same time I loved getting one! It was so confusing to me back then!"
"I felt the same way too when I was little Dear, but I understand it now. You're in for a treat Mindy, I'm going to buy this bag, and then we'll go back to my hotel. We're going to pretend that I'm your Mommy, and I'm going to give you a nice, warm, soapy, enema just like you got when you were a little girl."
I take your hand (I can feel you quivering) and we go pick up a bar of Ivory soap, and a small jar of Vaseline. Then we go to the casher and I put the things down I've collected. The young girl at the counter has an odd look on her face as I pay for the enema bag and supplies, & it makes me wonder what's going through her mind. I can imagine her mother giving her enemas, and wonder if she puts up a fight, or just quietly submits to them. I think that she's probably right now wondering which one of us is going to be on the receiving end of this enema bag.
After paying for our things, we leave the pharmacy, get in my car, and drive back to my hotel.
We enter my room, and I lay the enema bag, bar of Ivory soap, and Vaseline on the bed. You watch intently as I open the box and remove the parts. I connect the hose to the bag, slide the clip on it, and attach the rectal tip to the end. Then I turn to you and say; "Sweetheart, Mommy needs you to get undressed now so she can give you your enema!"
I sit on the bed and watch as you shyly undress. My arousal grows watching you remove one piece of clothing after another until you're completely naked in front of me. You have beautiful small breasts, and a completely shaved bare pussy. With a little imagination, it's not hard to think of you being my 12-year-old daughter to whom I'm about to give an enema. I pick up the enema bag, soap, and Vaseline, take your hand, and lead you into the bathroom.
You watch as I run the water, getting it to just the right temperature. I fill the open-topped bag half way with this very warm water, then put the bar of ivory soap in, and shake it until the water is quite thick, white, and sudsy. I finish filling your enema completely, and then hang the now bulging bag on the shower rod.
I sit on the edge of the tub and spread a thick towel over my lap. I take your hand, look you straight in the eyes and say "OK Sweetheart, Mommy needs you to lay across her lap now so she can give you your enema!"
Getting into the role, you hesitate for just a moment, with a look on your face that's a combination of fear and arousal. "Please Mommy" you say. "I don't want an enema! You know how much I hate enemas! Do you have to do it?"
"Yes Sweetheart, Mommy has to give you an enema. I know they're unpleasant for you, but you know I won't hurt you. This is for your own good Sweetheart and you know that you always feel much better after its over. Now please lay across my lap."
Playing along with mock reluctance, you comply with my orders and lay on your tummy across my lap. After you're in position I spend a few moments just gazing at the sight of your beautiful bottom. Naked and just waiting for my attention.
"Look at me Mindy, I want you to see what I'm going to do to you!" I say as I pick up the black enema nozzle with its attached red hose, and the jar of Vaseline.
You turn your head and watch me as I dip my index finger into the jar and come out with a generous blob of the yellow lubricant. I coat the enema tip with Vaseline, and then I hang the red hose over the bag so I can direct my attention to your waiting bottom.
I gently spread your cheeks apart. You have such a beautiful little brown pucker and it makes my pussy get even wetter. Then I say;" I'm going to get you ready to take your enema now Mindy. I need you to keep very still for me, and I promise you this won't hurt a bit!"
I press my slippery finger against your tight little hole, and begin spreading the cold lubricant around its puckered ring. Then I slowly plunge it deep into your rectum. I love how the warmth and tightness of your ass feels as the muscles squeeze my finger. You moan softly with pleasure as I penetrate this very private spot, and I can see your naked pussy glistening with its wet juices.
"My little girl likes this, doesn't she?" I ask, using my best Mommy voice, and I receive even more whimpering moans from you for an answer. It's quite evident to me by the condition of your pussy that you are receiving a great amount of pleasure from my attention to your back hole. "Do you like it when your Mommy sticks her finger up your bottom like this Mindy?" I ask as I continue running my finger in and out of your tight little hole. Your continuing soft moans confirm that you're really enjoying this part.
I finish getting your bottom lubricated to my liking, and then slowly pull my finger out of your rectum. I love how tight your anus feels as my digit slips out and it slips closed down the end of my fingertip.
I pick up the black nozzle, and begin talking to you softly. "It's time Mindy. Time for your enema. Your warm, soapy enema. Mommy's going to stick the nozzle in your bottom now. You need to be a good little girl and take your entire enema for me. Be still sweetheart, you're going to feel it go in now."
I spread your bottom apart, and slowly stick the tip into your tight little hole. I feel some resistance as I first poke it into you, but then after it moves past your tight outer ring, it slides in easily.
"What a good girl you are Mindy!" I say as I hold the nozzle in your rectum. I softly rub your bottom for a minute, and then reach over for the clamp.
"Here comes your enema Mindy, I'm going to start the solution now. Hold real still baby, and be good for Mommy!"
You hear the "Click" as I unclamp the hose, and soon you feel the water rushing into your insides. It's at first cold, but then warms up as the hose is purged with warm water from the bag. You wiggle a bit, and lift your bottom even higher into the air as if to force the water to run into you faster. I continue holding the tip in you, then reach between your legs and begin massaging your tummy. That helps as you feel the water moving around in your now rapidly filling insides.
"You're being such a good girl Mindy, you've almost taken all your enema. Hold on Sweetheart, only a little more to go."
You hear a slight gurgle, as the bag finally empties, then the pressure diminishes as the flow stops. I remove the tip and you feel me gently insert my finger in your bottom, to help you hold your water.
"What a good girl you are Mindy" I say as I gently rub your back. "You need to hold your water for a couple of more minutes still."
I finally decide that you've held your enema in long enough for it to work completely. I help you up, and still holding my finger in your bottom, walk you into the toilet.
As you sit down, I pull my finger out of you so you can expel your enema. I make you look right into my eyes as I kneel in front of you holding your hand and telling you what a good girl you were for taking your enema so well. You rest your head on my shoulder and softly sob as wave after wave of the soapy enema solution gushes out of you into the toilet. When you've finally finished, I make you wipe and then I help you stand up. I take a warm, soapy washcloth and clean your bottom for you. When I'm done, we hug and you thank your "Mommy" for giving you such a nice enema.
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