Oh, I'll never forget the amazing feeling of the tip of mom's finger sliping up and down in my little hole!
Even my younger brother, who hated all the following enema's phases, showed to accept gladly this preliminary.
The procedure was always the same. While the soap was melting in water, or while the solution was cooling to the right point, mom called us in the kitchen and there she gaily urged us with a phrase that still excites me:
«Come kids, let's prepare your little asses!»
After having printed a kiss on our forehead, she pulled down our pajama pants, made us bend face down on her knees and, spreading our buttocks with two fingers of a hand, with the index finger of the other she began to gently lubricate, inside and out, our little hole.
Unfortunately, this delightful habit faded away when mom realized that it had a ... "side effect".
To make that clear was involuntarily my brother who, as a young male, when about ten years old was no longer able to hide it ...
What a regret!