I woke up Susan the next morning with her favorite breakfast in bed. She greeted me with a sleepy smile that instantly told me everything was all right. Last night we had performed the miracle for which I'd prayed.
I sat and watched her eat, thrilled by the rosiness that had returned to her cheeks at long last. What a beautiful girl my daughter was.
I hadn't asked her, of course, if she recalled anything from the previous evening. It might unsettle her recovery, and my intention was to fortify it. I was determined that my daughter would experience no stress-just love.
And I had the perfect way to express it in mind. Something that would take Susan back to early childhood when she hadn't a care in the world.
"Susan," I said when she had finished eating, completing her first meal since she had returned home, "do you remember the fun we used to have when you were a little girl?"
"Sure, Mom," she cheerfully replied. "I was so happy then. Sometimes I wish I could be a little kid all over again. Growing up is hard sometimes."
"I know, sweetheart, I know," I soothingly empathized. "That's why it's sometimes a good idea to reach back into the past and do something that you used to love but haven't done for years."
"Like what, Mom?" Susan asked with obvious interest.
"Would you like me to give you an enema?" I revealed my plan. "You know how you used to love them."
"Oh, I did… I did!" she squealed enthusiastically. "I'd give anything to have one now. A big, long, hard one… with hot, hot water."
Leaping out of bed without any further urging, Susan tugged me toward the bathroom. She was like a kid on her way to the tree on Christmas morning.
When we arrived at our destination, I carefully helped her in the tub and stripped away her nightie so she was nude. "Get down on all fours, darling, and spread your cheeks," I gently instructed. "I'll go get the enema bag and turn on the water."
"Make it good and hot, Mom," Susan reiterated. "I want it to tingle inside of me."
"Don't worry, honey," I promised, "I certainly will."
The enema bag was tucked in the rear of the towel cabinet, dusty from disuse. God, what memories it held as I pulled it out and looked at it for the first time in years.
While I let the tap run until the water was streaming, I cleaned off the equipment until the rubber and plastic were gleaming. Then I put a wet bar of soap to the black rubber nozzle.
"Mother, are you soaping the needle up good and slick?" Susan asked from the tub. "You know how I love it when it slides right up my ass with no trouble."
"Yes," I assured her. "I'm getting it on good and thick."
When I was through soaping, I turned my attention to the water gushing from the tap. It was obviously as hot as it could get-140 degrees if I remembered the setting on the water heater correctly.
However, before I engorged the bag with water, I worked some chips from the bar of soap and dropped them into the rubber sack. When the water finally flooded in, plenty of slippery lather was raised with it. The moisture would feel divine in Susan's colon.
By the time I capped it, the enema bag looked like a cow's udder without the teats. It literally throbbed from its liquid load.
"Okay, darling," I said soothingly, "now I'm going to stick the hose inside you. Really spread your cheeks so I can see your asshole clearly."
And then, mmmmm, her beautifully young anus was staring me in the face. Pouting with arousal, it resembled a rosebud glistening with dew. There's nothing more breathtaking than a young girl's ass.
Bringing the nozzle into position, I used its greasy tip to gently push aside Susan's rectal petals. Then, when the soap had formed a ring of lubrication around the insertion, I gave a swift, deft shove.
"Oh Mommy, Mommy," Susan temporarily reverted to her little-girl voice from the excitement of penetration, "it feels sooo good! So hard and soft at the same time."
"This will feel even better," I promised with absolute certainty, unleashing the soapy water by lifting the enema bag high in the air.
A hiss filled the air as the liquid surge raced through the hose into Susan's intestinal depths. Needless to say, it was quickly blotted out by a blood-curdling scream.
"Yeeeeeoooowww!" my daughter howled as the scalding liquid power of the enema hit her colon. "I feel like I'm boiling in oil from the inside out!"
"Now, now, darling," I gave her a motherly pat at the head. "You know that anything worth having is worth suffering for."
"Then I'm suffering enough to become a saint," Susan cringed with joy. "I'm suffering sooo goooood!"
"Good girl," I congratulated her pluck, shifting my free hand from her head to between her thighs. There was no reason why I shouldn't play with her cunt while we were waiting for her ass to explode.
I had not lost my magic touch of the night before when it came to playing with my daughter's girlish pussy. Before the enema hose started to wiggle loose from her butt, I had all of two fingers within her snatch and was hooking them into a double-pronged talon. A combination claw-fuck enema would blow her young mind.
Just as the manacle of my middle knuckles crashed against the door to her throbbing cervix, the hose recoiled all the way out of her rectum. Even with their adolescent firmness Susan's buns quivered like an old fat woman's, as she hunched on all fours waiting for the anal eruption that would take place.
"Arrrggghhh!" she yowled, her colon blessedly collapsing. The soapy water came gushing out even faster than it had gone in, only now it was studded with vibrantly brown chunks of healthy shit.
Through it all, I kept gouging my fingers into Susan's tight cunt. From the way she was carrying on, it was apparent she was orgasming in both her pussy and ass at once.
There was only one thing the matter with the bliss we were sharing in the shit-slippery bathtub. It was in no way complete. After all, I was still wearing my nightgown, and hadn't even come once.
"Okay, Susan," I told my daughter when she'd calmed down some, "now it's Mommy's turn for an enema."
"Can I really give you one, Mommy?" she looked up and asked with the wide eyes of an innocent little girl rather than the sultry young woman into which she was rapidly developing.
"I won't take no for an answer."
"And fist-fuck you, too?"
"Anything you want, sweetheart," I reassured her.
"Oh, wow," she giggled with glee.
Not bothering to get up, I removed my nightgown in the tub, not even caring when it got Susan's crap all over its delicate fabric and then landed in the open toilet on an errant throw. All I could concentrate on was getting on my hands and knees, and having that greasy enema needle jammed up my ass.
Susan was already running the water, letting it get steaming hot again. Soon it would be filling the rubber bag, then rushing into my bowels-bloating me like a sudden anal pregnancy, finally escaping even more violently than it had arrived. Rectal orgasm would soon be mine.
Kneeling on all fours like an animal, my asshole flexed and throbbed. My cunt was dripping, too. For that matter my tits were burning and tingling…
Hell, each and every cell of my body was pulsating with raw excitement!
By now the enema bag was set to go, and my daughter was expertly bringing it to my rear. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw my child's face lewdly distorted by a carnal leer.
I expected her not to hesitate. However, to my surprise, the enema needle did not jab immediately into my ass. It turned out that my inventive daughter was in the mood for a little deviation from the standard enema-giving procedure.
"Roll over on your back, Mom," she said crisply. "I want to give it to you from the top. It'll be more like I'm fucking you that way."
Why hadn't I thought of that? I had to admit that when it came to sex, my daughter was an absolute fourteen-year-old genius.
Eagerly I switched to the spread-eagled position Susan recommended. Both my pussy and anus were even hotter than before.
"Oh God, Susie," I rasped with uncontrollable excitement, "do it to me! Stick it in me!"
With quick efficiency, she jammed the long, sleek enema needle between the open cheeks of my ass. Half the hose disappeared on the first thrust. With so much circular rubber in my rectum, it felt like a horny snake had crawled inside my shit-pit.
"Let go of the water!" I implored. "Give me the water! That hot, scalding, soapy water!"
"Patience, Mother, patience," Susan counseled, making it seem as though she were the parent and I were the child. "I'm going to give you a little treat to go along with your enema."
"You're going to fist-fuck me?" I asked eagerly.
"At first I was," she said, "but then I thought of something even better."
"What?" I begged to know.
"You'll see," she purposely kept me in suspense until the end. "Now just relax, Mother, and leave everything to little Susan. You're going to love this. Just close your eyes and pretend you're having a wet dream, and I'll give it to you."
Feeling I had no choice but to obey, I sealed myself in darkness and waited for the promised thrills to begin. I couldn't wait to find out what the little sex fiend had planned for me.
My first clue was when I felt her lithe, young body swinging on top of mine. Then I smelled pussy and opened my eyes to look straight into her wide-open fourteen-year-old crack. I didn't have to be told to start sucking.
While I was hungrily devouring Susan's wispy twat, I felt her mouth begin to suction against my hairier pussy.
So this was it: we were going to sixty-nine while she was giving me an enema. What a delicious idea!
Only after both of us had a mouthful of spasming pussy did Susan raise the bag so gravity would make the water flow. Suddenly it came racing down the tube stuck in my ass with a deafening hiss. When it discharged into the vulnerable cavern of my colon, I felt as though I'd sat on an erupting volcano.
Expanding and expanding, my bowels became unbelievably taut. They must have been holding at least two quarts of hot, soapy, enema water.
Holding it within me as long as I could, I gloried in the bloated agony at the crux of my being. Sex with pain is the ultimate turn-on for a woman of any age.
My water retention reached an end when the tip of Susan's tongue penetrated my cervix and began tickling the ultra-sensitive mouth of my womb. The orgasm that spread through my body seemed to tear every muscle loose from its mooring, and that included the ones responsible for my bowels.
All of a sudden my colon exploded like a water-balloon thrown from a fifth story window. A tidal wave of soapy shit came roaring from my butt, splattering noisily against the porcelain sides of the tub. The stench was ripe, reeking, unbearable, and lovely.
Needless to say, Susan didn't flinch an inch while the molten crap was cascading from my ass. Nothing was going to stop her from sucking my cunt.
Now I had my eagerly awaited anal orgasm. It was shooting off sensory sparks in the same electric fashion as the long standing climax in my tongue-engorged pussy. Then, finally, the two thunderbolts joined into one huge, flashing neon sign of coming.
Long after the enema flow had ceased, Susan and I continued to make passionate oral love in the sloppy tub. The continuous release we shared seemed as though it would never stop. It was the most glorious excitement I had ever shared with anyone. The promise of the previous night had been fulfilled.