Thanks for reading my story. It turned out to be a very long one kind of taking a life of its own. As with all my stories, it contains graphic descriptions of anal enemas. If that offends you please read no further. The story is very incestuous. If that offends you, please read no further. And finally, if the way I write offends you, please read no further. And for the rest, I hope you enjoy it. PS. There is no such thing as a colon scrubber enema.
Chapter 1
Brandy could hear the soft sobbing the minute she opened the door. Cautiously she walked toward the living room where she found her mom, Carol sitting on the couch. Walking quietly across the room she sat down beside her mother and looked into her tear-soaked face.
“What’s wrong mom?” she asked glancing at the papers sitting on the coffee table.
“It’s your Grand Ma. She had a massive coronary last week and died before anyone could get to her,” Carol said between sobs.
“We just saw her a couple of months ago! Why didn’t they call?” Brandy asked feeling her anger starting to rise.
“Because of her instructions, I would imagine. She always said that if she was dead there was no need to get all excited, it wasn’t going to help anything. So they told us by mail,” Carol said. “All that we can do is what she wished. I know she wanted to be cremated. She always said the earth didn’t need another dead body to hold,” she added.
Brandy was looking through the papers. “It says here that we need to meet with Mr. Peterson. I guess that must be her lawyer,” she said. “We should probably go in the morning,” she added.
They pulled into the small town of Bennet at 9:00 and found Mr. Peterson’s office with the help of Google maps. They were greeted by a cheerful receptionist and 5 minutes later were sitting across from an elderly gentleman. “Emily’s wishes were pretty simple,” he was saying. “She has cremated 2 days ago. And she also wanted everything she owned to go to you. The house on Wilber road and the $87,000.00 in her account now belong to you. You can pick up her remains at Jeffers Funeral Home. We are so sorry for your loss and we are all going to miss Emily,” he said with a soft smile on his face.
It was almost a 20-minute drive to Wilber road. The money in the bank had been a pleasant surprise but the sadness could still be felt between the 2 of them. The big colonial-style house had been Emily’s pride and joy and it was in good repair. Set back in several acres of large maple trees privacy was not an issue. She had been a strict country nurse in her working days. Her husband and Carol’s father had been a MASH doctor that had not made it home from Viet Nam.
The house sounded hollow and empty as they walked through looking into the rooms. All was neat and clean downstairs. Upstairs were several large bedrooms All showing a light film of dust except for the main bedroom which had been Emily’s. A huge private bathroom stood connected by a door. A shining toilet stood next to a shining bidet against the wall. Carol felt her heart quicken as she remembered the warm water spraying against her young rectum years ago. The huge shower made Brandy wonder just a bit. You could easily fit four people into it with ease.
Carol stood at the back of the hallway looking up the last flight of stairs. Up those stairs and down the short hall was the tower room. Carol knew what was in that room but she knew Brandy had no idea. Taking a deep breath she started up one step at a time feeling Brandy right behind her. There was a thin layer of dust on the hardwood maple floor and they could tell no one had been up there for some time.
The heavy wooden door swung open slowly with a slight squeak and they stepped inside. The room was in need of a good cleaning and smelled closed up. The shades over all the windows were closed so no sunlight came through. The huge table was in the middle of the room where Carol remembered it being. There was a huge mirror mounted on the wall and a curtained changing area to the right of the door.
Several doors could be seen on the wall and a huge wardrobe closet stood against the wall also. Carol walked over to the windows and pulled the shades up on each of them. The room was filled with light instantly. The left two doors would be storage rooms if she remembered right. The third door would be a small bathroom with a single toilet in it. Opening each she affirmed what she had remembered.
Carol stood in front of the huge wardrobe for several seconds before reaching for the door knobs. She already knew what she was going to find inside but it might be a bit of a shock to Brandy. Pulling the knobs she let the doors swing open. The smell of latex rubber filled their noses. Over 30 rubber bags hung inside. They differed in size and color. From small bags to three huge amber bags that hung on the end. Hoses hung from the bottoms of each of the bags. Rows of shelves lined each side of the hanging bags.
“Holy shit, what was Grand Ma into?” Brandy asked trying Girne Escort to process what she was seeing.
“Mom was a very strict nurse,” Carol replied remembering all the women that showed up on occasion after her mom had answered the phone. She had never been allowed up here when those women were here but after a couple of hours, they left with huge smiles on their faces. “I don’t remember this many bags though,” Carol said under her breath.
Brandy looked at her mom. She could see a slight smile etching the corners of her mouth. There was more to this than Carol had ever said and now several questions popped into Brandy’s head. She knew what the bags were for and all and she and her mom had not really hidden anything from each other. It was nothing for Brandy to come home from school and find her mother sitting on the couch and a rubber dildo laying on the coffee table.
Brandy’s father had been a local boy that had run when he found out Carol was pregnant. They had never tried to find him so Carol had raised Brandy on her own with the help of Grandma Emily. They were always open about sex and masturbation and hid nothing from each other. Carol had walked in on her several times when she heard her starting to climax so she could watch. They had never touched each other but they both knew it was only a matter of time.
“Did Grand Ma give them to you?” Brandy asked already knowing the answer. Carol smiled looking at her daughter and nodded her head. Carol closed the doors and stepped over to the big stainless steel sinks that stood next to the wardrobe closet and turned the nob. Air could be heard in the lines being forced up by the water starting to fill the pipes. Some murky-looking water and a few hard burps and the water flowed from the faucet into the sink. Brandy watched the smile on her mom’s face broaden.
It was decided while they started cleaning the several rooms upstairs that Brandy would drive back to the city so she could go to school and Carol would stay here cleaning the huge house and mowing the lawn. Then on the weekend Brandy would come back down and help for a couple of days. Then hopefully they would be able to decide what needed to be done.
Brandy left on Sunday afternoon with instructions to text Carol when she arrived back home in the city. Carol closed the door when the Tahoe turned on the blacktop road. Walking back into the kitchen she opened the cupboard door and took out a bottle of Boon’s Farm Strawberry Mist and opened the top. Emily had always loved cheap wine and it seemed to have rubbed off on Carol.
Monday Carol spent mowing the huge yard. It took her almost an hour and a few choice names before she started getting used to the zero-turn radius mower she found in the garage. By the time she was done, she was enjoying the swiftness of the mower. She had the rest of the upstairs bedrooms cleaned by three o clock on Tuesday afternoon.
By four o clock, another wine bottle was open and by five o clock, a naked Carol was making her way upstairs. At the third flight of stairs, she stopped to rub her clit. Climbing them slowly and walking to the door she pushed it open slowly again. The room was bright with the afternoon sun and she walked to the windows and looked out. She was looking out over the huge backyard and the windows were almost in a half circle she loved the view but she was up here for something else right now.
Walking to the big closet she opened the door. The smell of latex rubber was in her nose in an instant. Looking on the shelves she noticed several different nozzles. Some were long and slender, some of them thick with wide heads. She saw several with balloons on the ends and several she had never seen. There were drawers that needed to be explored tomorrow but right now she needed to find what she was craving.
She picked a wide black nozzle and then picked a green bag. Closing the closet she stepped to the sink trying to remember some of the things her mom had told her about preparing enemas. Laying the bag beside the sink she pushed the nozzle onto the end of the hose and closed the pinch clamp. Turning the water on she waited for it to become warm and filled the green bag to almost the very brim and hung it on a hook in the wall.
Walking to the far left door she opened it and looked on the shelves until she found what she was seeking. The large bottle of Dr. Bonners peppermint Castile soap she had glimpsed when she had looked in before. She had been surprised as with everything in the room the years had not seemed to affect it. The strong mint smell was clear when she popped open the top and sniffed.
She could feel the new wave of warmth wash between her legs as she reached to the top of the bulging bag and delivered a good long squeeze of soap. The mint smell was clear throughout the room now. Making one last trip to the storage room she returned with a new bottle of J-Lube. Holding the nozzle up she let a small drizzle fall over the Magosa Escort tip and with her finger smeared it down the length of the nozzle.
Taking a deep breath she turned and bent slightly at her hips. Spreading her feet and pulling her ass cheek open she placed the tip of the nozzle against her rectum. Pushing firmly she could feel her hole starting to yield to the wide nozzle. She could feel the burning sensations getting stronger the farther she pushed the nozzle in. Finally, she had to stop pushing and let her rectum close pushing the nozzle almost all the way out again.
Feeling extremely disappointed with herself and almost ashamed she gathered herself for another attempt. This time she pushed hard and fast. “OH FUCK!!” she screamed as the widest part opened her hole even more. She had stopped pushing when the burning had reached the extreme. But she felt her rectum close around the nozzle and pull the full length into her. She danced from foot to foot gently squeezing her rectum letting the fire in her hole die.
The nozzle felt good in her ass. It had been a long time since her mom had stopped giving her enemas. She could feel the nozzle deep inside and when she pushed she could feel a dull ache way up inside telling her the nozzle was indeed deep. Dropping to her knees on the dusty floor she found and snapped open the clamp. Raising her ass as high as she could she dropped her head to rest on her arm. Her free hand shot between her spread legs and in an instant, her fingers were making fast circles on her hard clit.
The cramps were instant and hard. Her head was up quickly. “Oh, Shit!! NO..NO..NO,” she screamed as she frantically searched for the clamp. Finding it at last she closed it and tried to decide what to do. She squeezed hard with her asshole trying desperately to keep everything in but she could feel her rectum quivering. Reaching behind her she was almost ready to pull the nozzle out and make a mad dash for the toilet behind the third closed door when she felt the movement inside. The pressure was suddenly gone now and she found herself starting to breathe easier.
The desperate feeling was gone. Finding the clamp once more she opened it only halfway this time and dropped her head back down to her arm. Now she could feel the warmth spreading into her bowels. Her fingers again made fast circles on her hard clit. This was the feeling she remembered. The warm pressure slowly increased, moving deeper into her colon. The cramps got harsher the more she took.
Turning her head to the right she saw her reflection in the big mirror. Her dark brown hair lay to the side. She could see her tits hanging below her and if she looked hard enough she could see her swollen nipples. Her 39-year-old body was still in nice shape. She could see the half-full blue bag hanging above her and the white tube leading down between her ass cheeks.
Turning herself so her ass was to the mirror she could now look back over her shoulder and see her swollen pussy lips clearly. Her rectum was still holding the nozzle firmly in her and all she could see was the black end where the hose was fitted over the barb. She could feel her climax rising inside of her and slowed her fingers down. Rubbing gently she kept herself on the edge as she watched the last pint drain into her bowels.
She was breathing deeply proud of herself for taking the full bag. She could feel the enema working inside and could tell the cramps were starting to get stronger. Rubbing her swollen clit faster she felt her orgasm about to surface. She could feel her body starting to shake and felt her rectum clamp down harder on the nozzle.
“Oh..Oh..Oh…AAAHHH!!!” was the only noise coming from her throat. Her head was up now and her eyes were open wide as her climax racked her body. It took a full 2 minutes before she stop shaking and bring her breathing under control. She stood slowly and braced herself with her hands on the counter beside the sink. She definitely loved the intensity of the orgasm she had just experienced and was smiling as she reached for the nozzle.
She pulled firmly until she felt the widest part clear her rectum. She squeezed tightly and her anus pushed the rest of the nozzle out. Holding the nozzle up she could see the brown paste clinging to the narrow part of the nozzle and a second later the smell was in her nose. “I guess I did need one,” she said softly to herself as she turned the water on. Holding the nozzle under the goose-neck faucet she used her thumb to start cleaning the paste off.
She could hear her stomach gurgle as the enema moved inside her. She found herself moving faster as she filled the blue bag half full of hot water and opened the clamp laying the nozzle in the bottom of the sink. Walking quickly out the door and down the flight of stairs to the second floor she could feel her rectum starting to quiver. Her enema was wanting out and her asshole was losing the battle very quickly.
At the door Kıbrıs Escort to the main bedroom, she felt the first squirt on the back of her leg. And then a larger squirt and the splattering sound on the hardwood floor behind her. Turning quickly and sitting down just in time the dam broke. She could feel her asshole open and several large hard chunks pushed through followed by a lot of gas. The Castile soap was doing what it was supposed to do and cramps made her double over and hold her stomach. The enema was cleaning her out and she liked it.
Wednesday morning found Carol in the tower room with a mop and cleaning equipment. The floor was first and then the closets and shelves. By three o clock in the afternoon the room was spotless. In the middle of the room, she slowly pulled the big sheet off of the table. It was actually pretty clean for sitting under the sheet for so many years. The white leather top was in good condition and while walking around it Carol could see no rust starting on any of the metal.
The hinges on the cabinet doors on the base of the table were a bit stiff so Carol set off in search of some 3in1 oil. After finding some oil and a bottle of Boon’s Farm she set about oiling all the hinges in the house. By five o clock, she was done. Returning to the tower room she pulled the leg supports out from under the edges of the table and found the pads to go on each of them. Sliding them back under she pulled the leg rests out from the cabinet and drop the proper one into the holders on each side of the table.
Thursday she mowed the lawn again and made a trip into town. Emily’s mid-size Caddilac SUV was a nice treat for Carol marveling at how smooth the car drove and rode. Several people offered condolences while she was in the store as most knew her when she was younger. Returning home and putting the groceries away Carol once again climbed the stairs to the tower room. She started wondering just what kind of stuff was really in here.
Starting on the left side she pulled the first drawer open This was the one she had gotten the large black nozzle from. there were several other large nozzles in there besides that one. Different lengths, different diameters, and some with large bores through the middle. The second drawer held several inflatable nozzles. Almost 2 dozen of them. Most of them were double balloon nozzles as those seemed to outnumber any of the other styles. Several long rubber tubes were coiled in the third drawer and holding one by the end Carol could see that it was easily over 3 feet long.
In the fourth drawer, she made the most interesting find. Several green implements that were made of soft rubber. One part seemed to be a sleeve made of harder rubber than the piece that went through the center of it. Holding it in her hand she could tell the centerpiece was made to travel through the collar. On the end was a soft rubber disc about the size of a silver dollar. It was super soft and was held to the center by rubber spokes thus giving it the look of a wagon wheel. The collar seemed to be about 3 inches across and had a deep indentation towards the base.
In the center hung the enema bags. They seemed to be hung according to size with the smaller bags to the left and the big latex behemoths to the right. Carol felt a slight warmth between her legs as she thought back to last night. She had definitely liked being filled like that and started wondering how Brandy would feel about it. In the top right drawer, she found an old leather book. It looked like some kind of journal and she opened it carefully.
The spine was stiff from laying there for years in the same position. It was her mom’s handwriting and it seemed to date back many years. It seemed that it was from when Emily first became a nurse. It was her story and her feelings. It told about how she had met Carol’s father and it seemed it was at that point she had become interested in all kinds of enemas. As Carol’s father was a doctor it was only natural they would experiment.
The journal told of the first 4-quart enema that Emily had taken for John. How he had put one of the inflatable nozzles in her ass and pumped it up. It described how she felt looking up at that bulging bag knowing that it would soon be flowing up her ass. She told of how excited she was to be laying there with her legs spread and how lovingly John had looked at her when he opened the clamp.
John had kneeled down at the foot of the table and he had started softly kissing the insides of her thighs. It described how the bag became smaller and her uncomfortableness steadily increased. And how he started licking her swollen clit bringing her close to climax but not letting her over. He had kept her on the edge as her tears flowed down her cheeks as she watched the bag empty. Her climax had been earth-shattering and how proud she had felt laying there with her swollen belly.
Carol found where her mom had written down where she had given Carol her first enema and as a side note said that she hoped at some point Carol would come to love them as she had. Then it went into descriptions and recipes of different enemas that they had tried. The mixtures and what ingredients to put in each one. The size of what each enema should be and the effects that it had on the “patient”.