Recently, I was sick with the flu. My wife was away at a work conference. The kids were at the babysitters.
The previous night my mother-in-law called to ask how the kids were. I mentioned that they were good - extra good, which was appreciated as I felt I was coming down with the flu.
The next day, after dragging myself from bed to make breakfast for the kids and get them to the sitters, I went back to bed - about 9 am. The phone rang - my mother-in-law was asking how I felt. Fever, 102.6, tired, achy... she then asked questions - including, have you had a bowel movement recently - no - its been a couple days - I do feel bound up...
A couple hours later, I woke up in bed. My mother-in-law was in the bedroom wearing a full slip, her dress on the other side of the bed. I will give you an enema, she said. Take off your clothes and go to the bathroom. She had let herself in with her key.
In the bathroom was enema equipment. Get down on your hands and knees as if you were scrubbing the floor. Her vasalined finger touched my anus and I felt it slide in - my penis grew hard - she then inserted a nozzle and the solution started to flow.
Over and over she filled me and I evacuated.
Ok - you are done. I think you are feeling better, she said, pointing to my erect penis. You must learn to control yourself better. That little penis. No wonder my daughter is looking for a lover.
I have just the thing for that. I felt her slide something into my anus, then another and another. There - 6 should do you. That will make you my gelding.
What did you put inside me, I asked. I put some medicated suppositories in you - they will help you to relax and control yourself. You will be impotent and very relaxed with this dose. I will pick up the kids as you will be in no condition to drive. I will spend the next few days here to take care of you, give you your enemas and your medicine.
She led me back to the bedroom, I went through my underwear drawers - picking out a snug white boxer brief and a snug white T shirt type undershirt. Put these on, she demanded. I complied and then went to put on my PJs. No, you must only wear your briefs and undershirt, she said. Do you wear an undershirt often, she asked? Sometimes, I replied. From now on, you must always wear an undershirt. I insist on it.
My head was spinning - buzzing - I felt like I was in a dream as my mother-in-law lay on the bed, pulled up her slip, revealing no panties - and pulled me down on top of her. She rolled both of us over, and I felt her slip her finger into my anus.
You are indeed relaxed, she said. Her finger found my prostate gland and pressed and stroked firmly.
You will receive an enema from me every day. I will milk your prostate gland and give you your medicine. It will be like you are castrated.
Would you like to see the pictures?
Pictures? I said. Yes, of your wife and her lover.
Sure enough - there was my wife french kissing another man.
To be continued...