Now, in retrospect as an adult, it seems as if my mother really enjoyed playing inside my butt hole. Her kind of pedophilia by gently playing and probing with her long thin lubed finger, was so enjoyable, and seemed like an ever lasting prelude to the enema. I really think that she "got off" playing with me and since she was languishly slow and gentle, she began to realize that I was not objecting, so she played more and more. Occasionally, her probing caused my desire to poop, and she was surely not going to let those sensations defeat her purpose to give me the HHH that, again, I think she got her own pleasure from. Just from memory, I think that I can recall her being excited herself giving me all that water. It wouldn't be out of the question that when she closed the door to the bathroom to let me expel, and it took a while for me to let out the huge enema, that perhaps she was fingering herself "in the wings". I guess we both felt pretty good after these sessions.