Introduction:

Another week has passed and I am still a frustrated husband dreaming of the day he will come home from work to find his wife mixing his favorite enema solution. Well, a guy can dream, can't he?

Linda, aka Venus' Passion, though I have never met you, have no idea what you look like, have never heard your voice, I can say this without reservation... You are one of the most sexy women I could ever imagine! Why? Because your mind is open, you use your imagination and you want to please your mate. With a combination like that, one can only anticipate and expect raw, passionate sex. I kiss your hand and salute you, dear lady.

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What you are about to read really happened to me. I paid for the experience and I am very happy that I did. Though some people might associate this experience with incest, I can assure you that it never took place between me and my real mother. This is nothing more than role playing between two consenting adults. What is important to focus on in this story is the intimacy shared by two people without fear of judgment by either person for whom or what the other one is. It is a story of two adults in the privacy of their own world, one with a need for love and the other willing to fulfill that need in the most primal way possible.

Now, on to the story...

Though I loved each visit with Lisa, being a single guy I was always looking for a variety. The last 3 or 4 enemas I had paid for were good, but I had run into a string of women who had never given an enema. This required me to show them what to do, which was not bad, but I wanted a woman to come in, take control and not require me to explain every step of the process.

One evening I got out the phone book and began to thumb through the multiple pages of escort services. I looked for names of services which I thought might have older women who worked for them. My thinking was that since the enema was no longer a natural part of our society, as it seemed to be before the 1970's, the younger women of today had little to no experience with giving or receiving enemas. I may be wrong in my theory, but it made sense to me at the time. I figured that an older, well seasoned woman may very well have experience either giving her children, and possibly her husband, enemas when they were not feeling well. At the very least, she most probably had been given enemas when she was a child.

I placed a few calls only to be told that the girls on call were under 30, or that they did not offer anyone who would give an enema. Finally I stumbled on a service that advertised "Tired of little girls?" Bingo! I had surely found what I was looking for. I dialed the number and a very nice lady answered. I told her I was looking for some companionship with a well seasoned lady who would be willing to give me an enema. She said that she could help me and that Ginny would call me back in a few minutes. I hung up and a few minutes later the phone rang. I answered and a very soft but sexy voice asked "Hello? Is this Mr. Simpleton?" "Yes it is" I responded and we made arrangements to meet at my place later that evening.

I spent the next 2 hours setting up my equipment, taking a shower along with 3 or 4 enemas to be sure I was completely clean when Ginny arrived. At 9:00 pm. sharp there was a knock at the door and I was quite pleased to see a lovely woman in her mid 50's standing on the other side. She asked if she was in the right place and I assured her she was. I invited her in. Once inside, I took her coat and my cock began to stir with the sight of the beautiful woman standing before me. I offered her a seat on the couch and asked if she would like a glass of wine. She accepted.

As we sat chatting and sipping our wine for a few minutes to get more comfortable with each other, I admired her well seasoned beauty and charm. Ginny was not over weight, but was not as toned as some of the models one might find in the "girlie" magazines. She had laugh lines around her eyes and her hands showed the signs of a woman who had worked hard through out her life. If I had to find one word to describe Ginny, I would choose the word "real." Though the air- brushed, well muscled beauty queens are nice to look at, there is no substitute for a real woman who has "been there and done that." I looked at her well manicured nails, nicely painted, and wondered how many times those lovely fingers had lubricated the white plastic of a long, fluted douche nozzle. I wondered how many behinds she had pierced with those slender fingers and pictured her holding my cock and balls out of the way as she inserted an enema nozzle into my more that willing rectum.

Ginny brought me back from my fantasy wanderings when I heard her say "So I hear your stomach has been bothering you tonight." Being somewhat puzzled I hesitated for a moment, nearly telling her that I was feeling just fine. But then I realized that she was playing a part. I smiled at her and said "yes, I haven't been able to go to the bathroom for a couple of days." "That's ok, sweetie. I know what you need. I need to give you an enema or two and you will feel just fine" she said as she stood and asked where I wanted to receive my enema. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Ginny took over completely. I did not have to do anything but follow her increasingly erotic instructions. "Honey, I want you to get undressed and sit on the side of the bed. I will be there in a moment" she said as she looked around the room and found the bathroom. As I did as I was told, I could see her reflection in the mirror over the sink as she undressed and used the toilet. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush and Ginny returned to the bedroom, completely naked. "I hope you don't mind that I took my clothes off, but I didn't want to get them wet in case you had a little accident" she said to me as she walked over to the bed and lay a towel down. Ginny instructed me to lay down on the towel, on my back. She sat on the bed next to me and proceeded to gently massage my stomach. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations her warm hand was sending through me. I could feel the love and caring flow through her as she moved her hand around, gently pressing here and there as though she were feeling for something.

I felt the erotic electricity shoot through my body, tingling every nerve ending as her lovely hand grasped my swollen cock to move it out of the way. "Just relax, sweetheart" I heard Ginny say to me "most little boys get excited when their tummies are massaged like this." She was right, I was very excited. I looked down and saw a small string of pre-cum attached to both the head of my cock and to my abdomen where it had been laying. Ginny smiled at me and I admired her beautiful breast gently swaying back and forth with the movements of her hand.

"Sweetheart, I am going to have to give you an enema to help you go to the bathroom" Ginny informed me. "I think it would be the best thing for you." Ginny gave my cock a gentle squeeze as she stood and walked over to the dressing area where I had my equipment laid out. I watched her lovely bottom as she walked away from me. I felt so loved, so cared for, so warm.

I watched Ginny from across the room as she selected my amber latex 2 quart bag with a 6 inch long black douche nozzle connected to 5 feet of amber surgical tubing. I loved this bag. I loved the smell of the latex and the way the droplets of water would slide down the bulging sides when it was full of warm water. I loved the metal clamp on the hose as it made a sound that no plastic clamp could ever simulate. As I watched this lovely older woman prepare my enema, I noticed her smiling back at me in the mirror. "Are you ready, sweetheart" she asked as she removed the bag from under the sink faucet and turned off the water. I smiled at her and told her that I was.

Ginny walked back over to the bed and hung the bag from the IV stand next to the night stand. She purged the water from the hose and had me stand up as she coiled the hose on the towel where I had been laying. Ginny placed a jar of Vaseline on the night stand, along with a damp wash cloth. Next, Ginny sat on the towel and guided me across her lap. She spread her legs slightly as nestled my swollen cock between her thighs, telling me that she did not want me to be uncomfortable while I received my enema. What a thoughtful lady. I lay across her lap and closed my eyes, ready to enjoy the sensations to come.

Ginny lovingly talked me through each step of what she was doing. I kept my eyes closed and took in every sound, every smell, every sensation and committed each of them to memory. I heard the lid being removed from the Vaseline jar and felt my ass being spread open with her fingers. Next, I felt her gently apply the vaseline to my anus, slowly massaging it in circles around the outside and applying a slight pressure, coaxing me to open up to her digital invasion. After a couple of minutes of Ginny teasing my bottom, I was ready to have her enter me. She pressed against my opening and I felt her finger slip inside me. I felt her legs close tighter around my cock, sending me into another world. "Just relax for mamma" she whispered say as I felt her slide a slender, experienced finger deeper and deeper into my rectum. I was in heaven. If I died at that very moment, I would have died a happy man.

As Ginny loosened me up for my enema, I just lay there across her lap and delighted in the sensations I was experiencing. It was so nice to have an experienced woman tend to my sexual desires without having to be led through each step. As Ginny made love to my backside with her finger, I wondered if this was how she readied her own children for their enemas. As her finger probed my insides, I felt her other hand gently massaging my lower back, occasionally letting her finger nails drift across the cheeks of my ass. I had begun to rock my hips to the rhythm of her finger and felt the warmth of her legs around my cock, sending the most incredible sensations through out my body.

Very gently, Ginny removed her finger from my backside. "Honey, I am going to give you your enema now" I heard her say to me. I was more than ready. I looked across the room and watched in the mirror as Ginny coated the nozzle with some vaseline. Still laying across her lap, I rested my chin on my hands and watched as she spread my ass once again and placed the nozzle against my opening. "Relax for mamma and bear down a little bit" Ginny said as I felt the nozzle slip into place. "That's a good boy" she said, and guided the nozzle fully into me. I watched as she reached over and released the clamp. What a wonderful sound. "Now just relax, sweetie" she comforted me with her words "mamma will make sure this wont hurt a bit."

I closed my eyes once again and relaxed as I delighted in the sensations. As the warm water flowed into me, I felt Ginny reach between my legs and pull my balls free, leaving my cock nestled between her thighs. I could feel her position my balls so that they lay on top of her leg, giving her easy access to view them. I felt so incredibly vulnerable in this position. Ginny held the nozzle in place with one hand and began to massage my balls with the other. "Does that feel good to my little boy?" Ginny asked as the water filled my belly and she played with my swollen balls. "Yes" came my response, "it feels really good." As I enjoyed what was being done to me, Ginny told me it was ok if I needed to move my hips back and forth in order to take my enema better. "Do you need mamma to put a little vaseline on your penis so it won't hurt you to move around?" she asked. I told her that would be very nice.

Ginny coated her hand with some vaseline and reached under me, applying it all over my cock. She then placed my cock between her legs again, telling me what a big boy I was, and then went back to massaging my balls. I could now move my hips and feel my cock sliding between her thighs. I didn't take much for me to began feeling my orgasm coming on. "Honey, if you need to cum, mamma won't mind" Ginny urged me on. "Mammas understand that their little boys get excited when they get an enema." As she massaged my balls, I began to stroke my cock up and down against her thighs. With the enema nozzle pressing against my prostate and Ginny's fingers tickling my balls, it was only a couple of minutes before I began to explode against her legs. As I began to pump out semen, I felt Ginny tugging on my balls, encouraging me to let it all come out. With each contraction and subsequent ejaculation, Ginny pulled hard against my balls which sent wave after wave of electricity through me. I could feel the water sloshing around my belly and my every nerve ending in my body being stimulated to capacity.

After coating the inside of Ginny's thighs with my semen, I lay across her lap for a couple of minutes to try to regain my composure. Ginny massaged my lower back and my ass cheeks very softly, encouraging me to enjoy the sensations I was feeling. She told me how proud she was that I was comfortable enough to share my feelings with her. As she held the nozzle in place until I was ready for it to be removed. She told me not to be embarrassed that I had ejaculated on her legs and that she understood that it needed to come out.

After several more minutes of her soft, caring caresses to my flesh, and her loving voice soothing me back to reality, I was able to tell her that I needed to go to the bathroom. Ginny slowly removed the nozzle from my behind and patted my cheeks with her hand. She helped me up and she had me stand in front of her as she wiped the semen from my penis. I watched her and felt love that I had never felt from my own mother. It didn't matter to me that Ginny was just playing a part. It didn't matter that in a few more minutes she would be gone. What mattered to me was that for a brief period of time I had connected with this beautiful lady in the most intimate way I could imagine, and it felt wonderful. She gave me a little smile as she finished cleaning me up and sent me off to expel the enema.

When finished, I returned to the bedroom and found that Ginny had cleaned the equipment and straightened the bed. She turned and gave me a soft, loving hug when I reached her side. Her skin felt great against my body. She asked me if I felt better and I told her I was sure to sleep like a baby that night. Ginny smile into my eyes and kissed me on the cheek then returned to the bathroom to get dressed. I had placed two hundred dollars on top of her clothes. The service she worked for charged $150.00 and I gave her an additional $50.00 for being so damned good to me.

As I walked her to the door I thanked her for coming over and told her that I would be sure to call again. She told me it made her feel really good to know she had fulfilled my desires and that she would love to do it again sometime. As I opened the door for her to leave, she kissed me on the cheek once again and smiled "Now don't you wait so long to call me the next time you can't go to the bathroom or I will have to give you a spanking before I give you an enema." And with that, Ginny was off to please another man who's wife or girlfriend was unwilling to love him for who he was.

As I closed the door behind her I thought to myself "A spanking"? Now that sounds exciting."

Sincerely,

Mr. Simpleton

Dedicated to all loving mothers.