Taking in a Stray


Chapter 1…Josie…


When my husband left me I was 25. I had just gotten out of the hospital and as soon as he got me home he told me that he had already packed up and was leaving me. Evidently he wasn’t up for any hard times and the for better or worst vow was only meant as a 30 day warranty offering. My Daddy had lived on a huge empty ranch that his grandfather had owned and it had been passed down. Daddy didn’t work it and except for Maria, who had stayed there after Daddy died, there wouldn’t be another human within 50 miles. Like most ranches in West Texas, the mineral rights had offered a limited but comfortable sort of wealth to those without a lot of wants or needs. I went home in part because the place needed some one other than just Maria to look out for it and in part because I was sick of the world right then and the Rocker M was about as good a place to avoid people as there is in the world. North East of Terlingua and south of Marathon it is about as isolated as a place can get. It was almost a 400 hundred mile round trip to go shopping for much more than basic groceries or supplies. Midland, Odessa and Big Spring were my general man stalking grounds and shopping trips but once or twice a year I would go to either El Paso or San Antonio for a week. They were too far for weekend expedition though.

The house was a spread out Spanish with a courtyard in the middle and 4 doors and 4 windows in almost every room all the way around the courtyard. We were lucky because we had an artesian well that provided an endless supply of water and because about 15 years before they had run the power lines close enough that we had electricity. When I pulled into the yard Maria ran out and for the first time in a long tome I felt at home and like someone cared whether I lived or died. Maria was an ageless woman, probably in her 50s and about the only Mama I remember since mine left us never to be seen again when I was nearly 4. The quiet got her…Daddy said some people just aren’t meant for the big sky of West Texas. It is like Heaven and Hell sometimes all in the same day. Hot, dry, barren, dark and lonesome to most, to me and Daddy it was peaceful, warm, quiet and rather than dark, the sky was huge and the night show was an ever wondrous changing kaleidoscope. I had missed it and was glad to be home.

My name is Jolynda Rene McMillan…Josie. I am now 26, 5’ 11” 160 lbs of raven haired all woman meanness! My brown eyes and generally womanly build has usually made finding male companionship more of an effort of finding any males than attracting them once I got to someplace where there were some. Since I had returned to the Rocker M about a year ago I had made it a policy to go to town every month or two and let some lonesome gentleman coax me into his bed where I would then ravish him and leave him the next morning asleep, worn out and wondering what in the world had happened! Generally Maria and I did pretty well just the two of us. When I would return from one of my adventures I would bring back goodies from the big city and would be quite at peace with not seeing another male human being for another month or two. I generally call Maria Mama or Mama Maria and she calls me Josie. She is a short pleasantly plump cherub of Castilian Spanish decent with no accent whether she was speaking English, Spanish or border Mexican. Our spread included 14 cattle, 16 sheep, 25 or 30 goats, 3 dogs, 5 cats, two horses and a few chickens when we could manage to keep them out of Willey’s clutches. Willey was a mangy old coyote that had lived there for half of my life and while he wasn’t domesticated by any stretch, he would eat canned dog food most of the time if we would put it out near his lair. I think that he only bothered the chickens because he felt that it was what a coyote is supposed to do.

Mama Maria was about the easiest person in the world to live around. She kept a garden, read mail order romances, cooked, put up the produce of her garden and in general was pretty well self contained. She had only one idiosyncrasy and since she had raised me it wasn’t a bother to me. I often kidded her that she needed to go to town and let her drawers down and she wouldn’t be so comfortable with just reading her sex in those romance novels. She would laugh and tell me that men were more trouble than they were worth and that at least the ones in the books didn’t sass her and when she was tired of them she could set the book down and they were gone and didn’t leave their underwear laying on the floor.

I knew for a fact though she would never admit to it that she and Daddy were more than just friends and she was more to him than just his housekeeper. I know that when I was a kid even Daddy didn’t escape her idiosyncrasy. Every Sunday afternoon Mama would call me to her room where I would be given a series of enemas that would leave me clean as a whistle. When she was done with me she would stand at the door of her room and call out to my Daddy. “Mr. Mac, I am ready for you now. If you want me to cook supper you need to come so we can get this finished before it is time for me to cook.” When he came she would close the door and they would be in there for a couple or three hours. When Daddy came out he and Mama Maria would always be in a better mood and neither he nor Mama Maria would discuss their activities on Sunday afternoons. One time I offered the suggestion that they were involved in hanky panky other than just enemas and this opinion resulted in Mama Maria taking me to the tack room and bending me over a saddle horse where she tanned my hide with a pair of reins! I was told that adult activities were of no business of mine and that if I liked this all I had to do was bring it up again and she would have some more of it for me. I told Daddy about it later and he gave me a strange look and refused to discuss it with me. His only comment was that he had NO desire to visit the tack room with Maria! I guess in retrospect that Mama Maria had a couple of idiosyncrasies.

We were pretty well settled in to our routine and as I often did, one morning I left out for a ride along the boundaries of the ranch to check the fences. When I went out on these rides I carried a bedroll, food and water for a couple of days, a few tools and the old Winchester. It was on the second day of this inspection when I found him. He was sitting on a raised flat rock early in the morning facing the sunrise. I spotted him from some distance and as I approached I could see that he wasn’t in real good shape. He was sunburned, barefoot, his clothes were in tatters and you could tell from the texture of his skin that he was in a bad way for water. Nonetheless he was sitting there cross-legged his hands on his knees palm up and looked totally at peace. He needed a shave but was actually kind of interesting looking. Of course it had been nearly two months since I had last gone to town so that might have swayed my impressions.

I pulled up beside him and asked, “Howdy, are you lost? Do you need some help?”

After a moment he slowly turned and lifted his head so that he could look up at me. “Why, this is unexpected, how do you do.” After another pause he continued, “No I’m not lost. I know where I am. I appreciate your offer of help but I am doing fine.”

“How did you get here? There isn’t a gate for miles. Where is your truck? If you know where you are then you know that you are trespassing and sitting in the middle of my north pasture.”

He looked up at me. “I’m terribly sorry. What I meant to say was that I know where I am, not necessarily where exactly here is. I’m afraid that I can’t move away right now. If you will allow me, I will finish my project here and I believe that I will be gone tomorrow or the next day at the latest. My work here is almost done. I’m most sorry to have trespassed. When I crossed your fence I imagined that my presence would not be an intrusion and that you would ever know or mind. I would take nothing. If you will but leave me and return in a few days you will find that I have departed.”

“You didn’t say where your truck was.”

“I walked here. I was dropped of on a highway some distance from here and walked to this spot.” He looked at me strangely, “Please let me just stay here two more days and I will trouble you no further.”

I looked at him closely, “Mister, if you stay here two more days I don’t think that you will trouble ANYONE again because from the looks of you, you will be dead in two days. Do you have any water at all? When was the last time you had a drink?”

“You have reached right to the point exactly. In two days I will no longer trouble anyone. This is my project. I wish it. Please don’t interfere.”

“So you came here to die?”

“Yes, exactly! I am at peace with that decision.”

I dismounted my horse and dropped the reins to allow Paco to seek what small grazing there was. With my canteen I sat down on his rock facing him and asked, “Why?” He looked at me and I could see a familiar pain hiding deep in his eyes. I had seen it before. “Who hurt you…or maybe I should ask, how long have you suffered. Just plain depression can be a bitch but in general it takes someone else to really push it to this point.”

He looked at me sadly, “You understand. I believe that it would be best to say that life has hurt me. It has for many years but recently it has exceeded my ability or willingness to endure further. I chose to fold this hand and hope for a better one at some other time.”

“Chronic depression...and a woman would be my guess. Did she get tired of your moods and dump you?”

He glared at me. “What are you some sort of psychic!”

“Nope, just somebody that’s been there and recognizes to look.”

“You?”

“Yep my husband brought me home from the nut hut when they released me after I pulled something about like this and then left me…I didn’t think so at the time but it was probably one of the nicer things he ever did fir me.”

“You are still alive though.” He pointed out.

“Yep, I dusted my britches off and came back here to lick my wounds, feel sorry for myself and maybe do something like this. Instead I discovered that most of the reasons that I wanted to die just sort of didn’t matter any more.” I grinned at him. Maybe you came here for a reason. I’ll tell you, the odds of me riding up on you like this are pretty damn slim! Do you believe in fate?”

He looked at me and sighed, “You ain’t going to let me die are you?? FUCK!!” He said with great feeling. “Give me the goddamn canteen then. If I’m not going to die here I’ll be damned if I want to be this thirsty for no reason!!”

I handed him the canteen. “Go slow or your are going to be sorry. No point in cramping up and puking just for the hell of it either. It won’t kill you but it will make you hurt like hell and wish it would…You don’t need that to make you feel that way though do you?”

He sat there and sipped. You could almost see the water flowing into his body and begin to fill out his flesh. Finally he asked, “Well what’s the game plan? If you will give me a ride over to the highway I will get out of your hair.”

I looked at his feet, “Where’s your shoes? You didn’t walk here barefoot.”

“Over there.” He pointed at a dead tumbleweed. “Once I decided this was the place I got comfortable. My socks are in them.”

“Where would you go if I carried you over to the road? Have you got someplace that you need to go…or would you just go down the road a piece and do this again?”

“I don’t know…this particular scenario has not worked out as well as I had hoped. It was working but damn it’s hot out here and I was getting bored to tell you the truth. I had sort of hoped to at least have a few decent hallucinations.” He chuckled. “I guess I am a bit into drama. But it would have done the job if you hadn’t shown up! I don’t think that I could have made it back to the highway even if I had tried and knew where it was. When I walked out here I made a concerted effort not to pay attention to where I was going. I’m not even sure which direction the road is in.”

I smiled; I liked his sense of humor even if it was a little dark. “What’s your name if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Jim, Jim Kirk.” He reached out and I leaned to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you Jim, I’m Josie McMillan and this,” I swept my hand all around. “is the Rocker M Ranch…I was raised here and left. I found that the pace of life out there didn’t suit me so I came back. Where are you from?”

“I was raised up around Dallas. I moved down to San Antonio to go to school and stayed. I quit my job about 2 months ago and sold most everything I had and just wandered. This is where I ended up. You are right it is peaceful out here. You were lucky to have it to come home to.”

Mama Maria and I were terrible about gathering in strays. Dogs, cats even old Willey were all misfits from the roadside of cast outs from some pack or something. I looked at Jim and asked, “Are you any good with your hands Jim? I could use some help with things around here. That is if you can put off your suicide for a little while. Mama Maria is Catholic and she will be pissed if you kill yourself while under her roof!”

“My Dad was a plumber. We build our own home and he taught me how to get by with my hands if I had too. But why would you want me around? You don’t know me and what little you know about me couldn’t look too promising. You don’t want a moody nut around.”

“You won’t be moody for long. Mama Maria will see to that!” I laughed at the thought of her cure for moods and what he would think of them. Mood issues had always been a specialty of Mama Maria’s. She was certain that a spanking and enema or both would cure any mood dysfunction…the strange thing is that she was right…at least in my case and also generally in Daddy’s case too. He NEVER came out of her bedroom with the same attitude that he had when he went in.

“What is she a miracle worker? I’ve had depression off and on, mostly on the last couple of years for most of my adult life and no Doctor has been able to fix it.” He looked at me. “She seems to have worked a miracle with you. You look great!...Happy I mean.”

“Mama Maria has her ways if you are willing to let her have her way. She will find your miseries and just wash then away.” This was actually a pretty accurate description of her methods. While she gives you her enemas she expects you to talk and she asks hard questions. As each enema would reach its maximum effect she would bore into the problem and well, when you have a gut full of one of Mama’s enemas that is about to bust loose you have a hard time seeing the importance in your silly problems. Mostly you just want to go to the toilet. Over time you realize that if you will just live in the here and now things look pretty good…as soon as Mama Maria lets you go to the toilet!

When I first came back she got me several times a week and she also took me to the tack room several times. I got spanked more often than that but when she takes you there you KNOW that you have messed up BAD. I remember a few times when she even took Daddy to the bedroom and the sounds left no doubts what was happening in there. Mama Maria was like an unstoppable force of nature when she got started and her idea of getting your undivided attention involved all manner of tools…all painful when applied to the bare cheeks of your ass. I looked at Jim and wondered if he could adjust to Mama Maria’s idiosyncrasies.

“Come on Jim.” I decided, “If we head there now, we can be home before dark. Do you ride?” I went and grabbed his shoes which turned out to be very sturdy and sensible leather hiking shoes.

“I used to ride a little when I was a kid. Not in years though.”

“We will see how you do. There is a spring about half way there with a pretty nice pool. If you are too worn out we will stay there over night. That might be best anyway. You will need to rest drink and eat to get your strength back. You don’t want to be too puny when Mama Maria gets you!”

Chapter 2…Josie…

He rode for a while on the back but I knew that would be hard on him so after an hour I traded places with him. As the back rider he was very gentlemanly with his hands and had pretty good balance. I actually found this to be a little discouraging…he could have been a little less gentlemanly. Paco knew where he was going so when I switched places with Jim I told him to just give Paco his head. While he had been in the back we had ridden in mostly a companionable silence but when I was in the back with my mouth right behind his ear that changed. For one thing I got close. I also wrapped my arms around him and held on. He was a lot stronger than I had thought and he was in good shape. His tummy was well muscled and I found myself kneading it as we rode along. Nothing was wrong with him that plenty of water offered to both ends and lots of Mama Maria’s home cooking wouldn’t fix right up.

“Tell me Jim do you have a girlfriend or rather did you have one before you left?” I asked.

“No, no one special, not anymore anyway. I am not very good at talking a woman up and bullshitting her. I prefer them as friends evidently because that is always what they seem to prefer me for. I had a lot of female friends but only one that was special to me.”

“What kind of friends were they Jim? Did they treat you good or did they just use you. The one that you liked, what did she do? Decide that she wanted to just be friends too?”

He was quiet for a long time. “You seem to have an amazing ability to seemingly know what you have no reasonable way of knowing. They just used me…her too…and I guess that I let them just to be around them.”

“Women are good at that Jim. It is the woman version of the guys lick ‘em, stick ‘em and then send them on their way. Guys fake love to get sex and women fake friendship to avoid sex and get what else they want without paying for it. That is why I love it out here. People are generally a lot nicer when they aren’t underfoot all the time.”

“If that’s how you feel then why do you want me to stay around and be underfoot?” He asked quietly.

“Out here we have enough room that you have to really work on it to be underfoot. Just my place alone will allow you to be miles from me if you want and still be on the Rocker M. I ride the fences about once a month and that takes me a couple or three days out from under Mama Maria’s feet. I go to up the road to Midland/Odessa for a week end every month or two and off to either San Antone or El Paso for a week a couple times a year…that is about all of the people time that I can stand being around them in mass. In ones or twos it isn’t so bad. Mama will be tickled to have someone else to feed and tend too. I hope that you like Italian food cause Mama is big on pastas.”

He chuckled, “With a name like Maria I would have expected her to be more of a Tex/Mex cook.”

“She does that too but her passion is Italian food…Oh, and for God’s sake don’t call Mama Maria a Mexican!!! She is Spanish. Her family came to Texas under a Spanish land grant and she is sort of sensitive about being called a Mexican. One of her Great greats fought with Sam Houston at San Jacinto. She is Texan, American and Spanish in that order. She will let you slide once but the second time she is going to drag you off to her bedroom and discuss it with your butt with a paddle…if you’re lucky. If she is really mad you go to the tack room with her!! That is BAD!!”

“He rode in silence for a little while. “You aren’t kidding are you? She would really do that.”

“Nope, I’m afraid that Mama is a very to the point sort. If she feels that your attitude is off center she sets it on the right path immediately. The good news is that once she is done with you, it is over and you don’t have to listen to any bitching.”

“She would even expect to do it to ME?” He asked in wonder. Paco stepped off into a ravine about that time and in the process of hanging on I discovered that he was not too shocked and bothered by the direction of the conversation. His britches were a lot fuller than they had been last time I had “accidentally” checked. He had a nice package I might add!

“She wouldn’t do that to a guest but if you are going to stay I’m afraid that you will be considered family and Mama is going to treat you like it…in that way and others. Mama Maria has a heart as big as Texas Jim and if you let her, she will Mama you to death. While I was growing up as far as Mama Maria was concerned, me and Daddy were just her two kids and she treated us as such.”

“She isn’t your biological Mother I sort of gather?” He asked.

“No but she is the only mother that I remember much of. My Mother took a hike and never returned when I was a little kid. Mama Maria just slid right over into the spot and never missed a beat. She kept me and Daddy on the straight and narrow.”

“She sounds wonderful. I can’t imagine having someone like that in my life. My parents had me and then mostly lost interest in me. They weren’t mean or abusive or anything like that. They were just always a lot more involved in other things than me. When I graduated from College I just never moved back and we see each other on one or two holidays a year if they aren’t out of the country but that is about it. As an adult they didn’t encourage me to pursue a close relationship.”

“God that’s terrible! Mama Maria insisted that I call her at the very least once a week after I left home. If I hadn’t, when I came to visit she would have blistered my ass. I hope that if you decide to stay for a while that you will be comfortable being just another of Mama’s babies. It has its good and bad but if you like to feel loved Mama does that in mass.”

He was quiet and then in a wistful voice said, “Do you know when the last time anyone made me feel loved was? It was my Granny before she died when I was 9!”

“Mama is just going to love YOU to pieces Jim. It is like the more love you accept the more she pours out.” I laughed, “That is how come we take in every stray critter that finds its way to our door. The skinnier and more worn looking they are the more she seems to love them.”

When we got to the spring we crawled off Paco and I knew then that he needed to rest longer than just a few minutes. I built a small fire and put my pot on to boil with the fresh clean water right out of the spring. I dropped in the package of red beans and rice and soon it was putting out some great smells.

We were under a big cottonwood tree in the shade and it was nice. I looked at Jim and said, “I don’t know about you but I think I’m about done for the day. Let’s take a soak and get the grime off while lunch cooks.” I learned a long time ago that with men you did better if you didn’t give them much time to think and so I just stood up, offered him my hand, pulled him up and then walked towards the pool while shedding my clothes. By the time I got to its rocky bank I was naked and turned to see if he had taken the hint. I was pleased to see that he had and was a bare as I. He looked GOOD!! The partial dehydration had pulled his skin tight across his well muscled body and he was well muscled indeed…especially the muscle that I was most interested in! I turned and offered him as good a look as I was getting before turning and splashing out into the pool with my clothes. I washed them one piece at a time and then hung them from the surrounding bushes. When I was done I turned my attention to myself and using sand as soap was soon clean and ready for mischief. Jim had followed my lead and had washed his clothes such as they were. I knew that one thing that we would need to do almost immediately was go to alpine and get him some other clothes.

I watched him and when he was about done I eased up behind him. As he reached to hang the shirt on a twig I goosed him in the ass and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Laughing I retreated and let him chase me a little bit before catching me. When he pulled me to him I came all the way and threw my legs around him. He stopped and looked at me closely.

I grinned, “I know, I’m not very subtle. Are you shocked?”

He chuckled. He had a nice chuckle, deep and throaty. “Not really. You proved some time ago that you are impulsive and without any problems with self-doubt or decision making.”

I thought about that and then said, “Two out of three isn’t bad. The self-doubt is a little off sometimes though. How about you, does it take you a while to make decisions?”

“About some things; I like to look before I leap usually.” His strong hands gripped my waist and lifted me gently to allow me to guide him into my ever hot and horny hole! “Some things though require very little thought.”

“GREAT!! I’m glad we agree then!” I pulled him by his ears to me and kissed him. He met my need with his own and we skipped past foreplay totally and got straight to the meat of the matter. He had good stamina and I offered him my very best appreciation as we splashed and wrestled with our need. Finally he headed for the edges and planted me on my back on a wet slick rock and then with better traction he pounded me past my goal. Shortly he followed me and I let him know in no uncertain terms how much I wanted this and how hard he needed to give it to me.

When he was done he hung there over me just breathing hard and trying to hold still inside me. I looked up at him and grinned, “WELL, I feel better how about you???”

He looked at me and then shook his head, “Josie you are the damnedest woman that I have ever met. Hell yes I feel better. I’m not sure but right now I feel like you have found the treatment that the Doctors never could find. Is your Mama Maria makes me feel any better I will be like a silly little kid without a worry in the world!”

I grinned wider and chirped, “Pussy has amazing curative powers you know!” I laughed and added, “Cocks are pretty miraculous too! The thing is you have to put them together to achieve maximum effect.”

He laughed and it was as if the weight of the world had washed off him into that little pool. He looked like a totally different person than the man that I had found sitting on that rock trying to die. We rinsed off one more time and then got out. I opened my bedroll so that we could sit without getting dirt on our butts. I checked the food and decided that it was ready. I pulled the pot off the fire and gave the spoon to Jim.

“You eat first and make sure that you eat all you want. I have more if we need it. You need something in your goozle.” He opened his mouth to protest and I snapped, “Mama Maria isn’t the only person that will spank you if you give any lip.” With a funny smile on his face he began to eat. I watched him and after he had eaten a little over half he gave it to me. “I have a question, were you depressed because things in your life pushed you to it or was it clinical depression?”

“I think that mostly it is just clinical depression. Some times it would seem to come out of nowhere when to tell you the truth things were going pretty good.” Over the last months there were extra things but that was just shit on top of shit.”

I nodded, “Jim, what if I told you that I thought there was a cure. Would you want to try it even if it was strange? I’m asking you because I really do understand what you mean. My husband tried to understand but he just couldn’t. Like you it didn’t seem to matter what was going on in my life either good or bad. I would just wake up one morning and it was like a cloud of misery had settled down on me. I did the drugs and I did the therapy and I tried everything. In the end nothing worked. It hadn’t started until I was 21. That was about the time that I moved to Houston tired of the big empty. I lived for a while in Big Spring but I wanted a big change of scenery and boy did I get it! When it first started I thought it was just homesickness. Later when I came home I thought maybe that is what it was too because after I got here, it just slowly faded away. I don’t think that any more.”

“What do you think it was then?” He asked.

I think that it is/was a combination of things Jim. I think that it is a lot like an allergy. I think that too many people in too close of proximity pollute the environment in a lot of different ways. All those cars, and the constant noise, and everyone pushing and shoving hurrying here and there…It builds up in your insides as poisons both in the physical sense and the mental sense. When I came back here it took a while to purge those poisons from my body, mind and soul. Jim do you know what will happen if we don’t get back to the house tonight or tomorrow???”

“Your Mama Maria will get worried and call out the cops to search for you?” He guessed.

I laughed, “No WAY!! If we don’t get back to night or tomorrow we will get back the next day! If we miss a meal it is no big deal. The worst thing that could happen is that if I ran TOO long past when I should have been back and don’t have a damn good reason Mama might take me to the tack room!...That’s it. She would wear my ass out for worrying her and that would be the end of it. Well there might be a little more but the trip to the tack room would be the bad part…There just isn’t any pressure here Jim.”

Chapter 3…Josie…

I looked at Jim, “You seem comfortable sitting here talking. Are you?”

“Sure, you are easy to talk to. You are the first person in a long time that I feel understands.” Jim answered.

I smiled, “You inferred earlier that you had trouble talking a woman up. I thought that you might just be shy but you don’t seem to be at all ill at ease sitting here talking to me butt naked.”

“I guess you have already started working your magic on me Josie.”

“I don’t know about that but you sure don’t seem very shy to me right now. I’m telling you, sex, clean living without the stress and pollution of so called civilization and a little peace and quiet will make all the difference in the world. After Mama Maria gets you straightened out you will be like a new man.”

“You’ve made reference to Mama Maria and her special effects on you and now me…What is it that she does that works so well?”

“First off, Mama is going to feed you like you’ve probably never been fed. She loves to cook and is going to have a ball feeding you. Mama is also one of the most loving persons that you will ever meet and if you will allow her too, she will love you to pieces. Mama’s love though is an all consuming passion for her though and she is going to do what she thinks you need even if it is not what you want or think you need. If you are stressed, she will help you relax. If you are sad she will take your mind off your troubles.” I laughed. “Now I will give you the real answer to your question. If you want to let her help you, you will need to put yourself in her care. That essentially means that like me you will be as her child and that means that you will be spanked, loved and cleaned in ways that you might never have imagined before. Have you ever been given an enema?” I asked.

He looked a little shocked. “Well, yeah, a few…when I was little…and once when I was in the hospital. Are you saying that she will expect me to let her do that to me like my Mama and Aunt did when I was little?”

“I don’t know how they did it but, yep, Mama is going to insist that you eat good food on a regular schedule and that you move your bowels on an equally regular schedule. She will insist that you join me on Sunday for my weekly cleaning and also accept them at first at least, whenever she thinks you need one or more to assist you in an attitude change or refocusing. Attitude adjustments usually mean a spanking as does the refocusing I’m afraid.” I looked at Jim and grinned, “I know it sounds weird and crazy but when I came home I was just about ready to do like you and find a rock to just sit on and die. Mama went to work on me and it was as if she were actually washing and beating the depression right out of me. Tell me this, what have you got to lose Jim?”

He looked at me and laughed. “About the only thing that I have left is my dignity and I suspect that this will just about wipe that out. She does you EVERY Sunday?”

“Every Sunday that I am home for it and if you think that being gone on Sunday will get you out of it you are wrong because as soon as you come home Mama is going haul you to her bedroom for the big flush and if she thinks you were gone to avoid the enemas she will throw in a spanking before she starts.” I looked at Jim and added, “There is one good thing about when Mama Maria gives you your enemas.”

“What is that?” Jill asked quietly.

“Well, she understands that all that stuff happening down there is going to naturally turn a dirty little girl’s, or in your case, boy’s mind to thoughts of a sexual nature. She not only allows, she expects you to get some pleasure from her enemas.”

Jim looked at me and then suddenly laughed hard and loudly. When he slowed he was still giggling when he explained. “Thank goodness for THAT. The worst part of all the enemas that I can remember was my embarrassment and shame at the hard on that I had. My Mom spanked me for it the last time she gave me an enema. It made it go away…until she gave me the enema. After that she would just make me drink some awful stuff that would make me sick for several hours!”

“So you won’t freak out when Mama Maria calls you to her bedroom and tells you what she is going to do?”

Jim looked at me and then asked, “Does she have to do it to me all alone? I would feel better, at least the first time if you were there. It’s not like I have anything left to hide from you.”

“I will ask, I don’t think that she will care. The only other person that has ever been around was Daddy and he didn’t want me there when she did him or to be there when she did me so it has never come up before.” I thought for a minute and then changed that. “Now that I think about it she used to do me and my best friend Evie together.”

“What about your Daddy, did he get some pleasure when she gave him his enemas?”

“Mama Maria took me to the tack room the only time that I made any reference to that thought to her. You do NOT want her to take you there!! She takes you there because she needs the extra room to swing a saddle strap or reins.”

He shivered, “Are you sure that this is the same woman that you say will love me to pieces?”

“Sometime love means that you do what is needed and not what you might want to do.” I told him.

He was looking a lot better than I would have expected. When I had found him he looked like he was near death from exposure but now he mostly just looked sunburned. If we wanted to we could probably make it home tonight. Maybe even before dark if we hurried. “It is up to you Jim, do you want to spend the night here on the ground or make a run for the house?”

“Today is Saturday right? Let’s ride! If I’m going to get what you are telling me tomorrow, I would at least like to have a little while to get to know her first.” He thought for a second then added, “A hot supper and a bed sounds good too.” He looked at me questioningly, “Will Mama Maria expect us to act properly or will you attack me again there? Since you have been in charge of all that so far, I see no reason to try and take charge now. Besides, if I am going to be getting spanked and made to accept enemas like a little kid I might as well get in that mind set.”

“You really aren’t bothered by the thought of any of this are you?” I asked a little amazed.

“Truthfully, it sounds kind of nice to just let someone else make all the decisions…even if those decisions include that. Just don’t expect me to flip flop back and forth between mister macho man and the little boy!”

I kissed him and smiled, “As long as you are a good little boy like you were a little while ago you will do just fine. You won’t have any choice with Mama. You’ll see.”

We gathered up and put on our clothes, gathered my gear and saddled up. Paco could tell that he was headed home and we made better time than I had expected. Long before the sun set we rode into the yard and I rang the bell on the gate as we went through and to the barn so Mama would know I was back. While we were brushing off Paco and feeding him, Mama walked into the barn to check on me.

“You’re back early; I didn’t expect you until tomorrow.” She was saying until she saw Jim. “Oh! I see you brought back company.”

I went to her and after hugging her I introduced them. “Mama Maria, I would like to introduce Jim Kirk. Jim this is the infamous Mama Maria that I’ve told you so much about.” Jim held out his hand and while they greeted each other I continued, “I found Jim over in the Cactus Creek Flats. He was a little lost and well he’s going to stay with us for a while.”

“Baby, if he was in Cactus Creek Flats he was more than just lost. He’s lucky that you found him before one of those darn Alien Mother Ships sent someone down to grab him!” She looked at Jim closely. “You wouldn’t believe what those rascals would want to do with a nice looking young man like you!”

I looked at Jim and waited to see how he was going to deal with this. He listened attentively and then in a serious tone of voice responded, “From what Josie has told me Ma’am I don’t think that their intentions would be all that much different from what y’all might have in store for me. Josie has told me that you have some rather special requirements and expectations for your hired help. She has also warned me that if you try to take me to the tack room instead of your bedroom that I should RUN!”

Mama Maria looked at Jim like he had suddenly grown three heads and then turned to me and said seriously, “He’s going to be a hoot tomorrow evening isn’t he?” Then in the same serious tone said, “Let’s go to the tack room and talk about this.”

My eyes got big and I blurted, “MAMA!!!”

She smiled slightly and said in a soft quiet voice, “Got ya!” Then she turned to Jim. “So my wayward Daughter has invited you home and into her employ? I assume that means she is going to pay you with her rather limited sexual favors because she damn sure can’t pay you with money! I will pay you with water. In these parts water is worth a lot more than money anyway.”

Jim smiled, “I was actually hoping to sample your supper table first. Josie fed me red beans and rice for lunch and told me all about your cooking. From what she says people come from miles and miles just to sample your cooking. The water I will gladly accept too of course.”

“OK, Josie skip the trip to the tack room for now. He is going to be more than just a hoot tomorrow night.” She leered at Jim, “What is your middle initial Jim?”

“T!” He answered and rolled his eyes.

“Is it…” Mama started to ask.

“Yes Ma’am, it is!!!”

“Ok Goodie, You can only imagine how many times I dreamed of this scenario.” Mama told him giggling.

“Would you like me to call you Nurse Chappell tomorrow?”

“You did GOOD Josie! I like him already. Now why don’t you kids go wash up and cool off while I get supper going.” She kissed Jim on the cheek as she left.

Chapter 4…Josie…

Once she was gone Jim began to chuckle, “I love it. She is priceless!”

I was a little confused and finally asked, “Who is Nurse Chappell?”

He answered, “She was a nurse on an old TV show that evidently Mama Maria liked.” Before I could ask any other questions he kissed me and took my hand, “Come on I feel like I have sand in places that I didn’t know that I had!!! I am chafed and have saddle sores you are not going to believe. I don’t have calluses on my ass like you. I noticed yours earlier but chose to overlook them. I now understand why you wanted me in that damn saddle instead of you!” He headed towards the house walking like he still had the horse between his legs.

I reached over and massaged his ass. “Poor baby, do you have a rash?”

“Josie, my ass passed rash a hundred miles ago.”

We went into the house and I led him to my room and into my bath. I undressed him and checked his ass. It looked good but was indeed well worn. He was NOT going to want to see a saddle for a while because he had a blister across the top of the cheeks of his ass from the rubbing of the cantle. I stripped and we enjoyed the one true pleasure of civilization…a long hot shower followed by a short cool shower!!

When we got out I dried him off carefully and then after looking at his clothes told him to lay face down on the bed and I would see what I could find for him to wear and something for his bobo butt. I pulled on a long sleep shirt that reached mid-thigh and went to ask Mama if we had anything he could wear. Daddy was a little bigger than him but at least if we still had some of his pants they would be clean.

I walked into the kitchen where Mama was whipping up our supper. “Mama, do we still have any of Daddy’s old clothes still around.”

“I think so Josie, We will look in the old wardrobe.” She stirred the sauce and then turned the heat down and put the lid on. “OK Josie what’s the story. Where did our young man beam down to, without clothes or anything other than what was on his back? What’s his story?”

As briefly as possible I filled Mama in on Jim’s story. I finished with, “If he had sat in the sun one more day he would have been coyote and buzzard bait. Mama. I couldn’t just leave him there. That could have been me a little over a year ago if I hadn’t had you to come to and to take care of me. He is really a sweety.”

“I assume that means he’s a good fuck right?”

“MAMA!!! You kiss your Daughter with that mouth!...Actually he is pretty good but that is beside the point I had already decided to bring him home and invited him at that point. We stopped at Swanson Spring to rest and for lunch and the water was just too inviting and well…”

“And you tripped him and accidentally fell on top of him with your legs spread.” Mama finished.

I grinned, “Close enough.”

“You filled him in, I gathered, about Sunday evening and he will be joining us?” Mama asked.

“Mama, he needs you to do for him what you did for me. He had suffered with depression for a long time and is lost in his misery. He is so low that he is willing to give up even his last possession, as he put it, his dignity. He says that he will accept whatever you decide he needs.” I suddenly grinned, “Right now what he needs is for you to go into my bedroom and help me decide what to do about the saddle blister that he has across the top of his ass.”

“Let me get the salve and gauze and we will see what we can do. Honey if that blister is where I think he’s not going to be able to wear pants very well.” She grinned. “What you say we find out how Mister Kirk is going to do with having me run his life?”

“I’m telling you Mama, he is going to be a good boy! I can just tell he is.” I assured her.

“We will see Honey.” She patted my arm. “I really do understand and would have brought him home too. He’s just another Rocker M stray puppy.”

Mama gathered her stuff up and we returned to my bedroom. “Jim mama is going to…” I stopped and Mama walked up beside me. Jim was still laying there on the edge of my bed his right leg pulled up in a nearly perfect position to receive an enema. He was totally exposed and sleeping like a baby. We just stood there and looked at him.

“He is as pretty as a new born colt isn’t he?” Mama whispered. She walked over and checked the blister. “Let’s let him sleep until supper is ready and then we will wake him. He isn’t getting any pants on that blister for a couple of days. If he wants something to cover up offer him one of my soft cotton slips. I will get out and wash some of mister Mac’s shirts and pants though. He will fill out into them once he starts eating regularly.” She pointed to the skin in the crease of his bent leg. “See how the skin has fine wrinkles there. He is still dehydrated. After supper he may get to demonstrate that he will take an enema like a good boy.”

“All he asked Mama was if I could be with him for his enemas for the first time or so. Will that be ok Mama?” I asked.

“Honey, YOU can give him the enemas if you want. Of course you can be there to hold his hand.”

“No Mama, he needs you not me. I can give him some things but not what you can do for him. He needs the kind of loving only Mama can give.” We eased out of the bedroom and back to the kitchen.

Mama put some cartwheels on to go with her meat sauce and we sat at the table while she put a salad together. “I assume that since you are going to ‘hold’ his hand during his enemas that he will get to ‘hold’ yours while you get yours. Are we going to allow and do more than hold hands?”

“Mama, when we pass though that door into your bedroom your word is the law. What is done, not done or allowed is totally up to you. It has always been that way and I wouldn’t ever want to change that. Even Daddy understood that rule. Jim is totally under your wing and control Mama. I will do exactly as you say in this.”

“Well, as you know, I never have expected you to take your enemas and ignore the natural arousal that such activities engender. I see no reason for you to ignore either your or his pleasures as long as you both understand that you are going to take your enemas completely and as many as it takes to get you cleaned out. As in the past I recommend that you limit your pleasure to mostly teasing until the enemas are nearly done. Other wise you will find taking them a lot less pleasurable.” Mama grinned, “I’m no prude Baby Girl, and you know that. Even I can feel his animal attraction though I will tell you now to keep that strictly to yourself or we will have to visit the tack room. A young beautiful man like him can do quite well thank you without knowing that an overweight old woman is thinking nasty thoughts about him. No dear, let me enjoy my thoughts and dignity. He IS some sweet eye candy though and I will confess that giving him his enemas is going to be a true joy!”

“Mama, you aren’t overweight, you are just pleasantly plump and you are far from old too. You are just too hard to please.” I told her. “Daddy liked you just like you are! I used to watch his eyes track you across the room…especially on Sundays!”

Mama looked at me, “I can tell that it has been too long since we checked the tack!”

“Oh Mama, I’m just playing. Why do you think he needs something tonight Mama…instead of waiting until tomorrow?” I decided to change the subject.

“He is still dehydrated and an enema given slowly with out any soap or salt will get the water into him faster than just drinking it.” She paused, “I will also probably sweeten it a little to. I don’t want him eating a big meal tonight because that will just suck more fluids out of his system so help me monitor how much he eats. While he takes his enema I will soak his blister with a wet towel soaked in warm Epsom salt water. After we are done I will cover it with gauze and a little salve.”

We talked and giggled about him until supper was ready and then we returned to wake him. He hadn’t moved and I gently touched his shoulder and whispered, “Wake up Jim. It is supper time and Mama wants to check your blisters and rash.” His eyes opened slowly and then focused. He saw me and smiled and then saw Mama and began to try and cover up. I held him and snapped, “Lay still silly, Mama has seen a man’s ass before. She’s going to see a lot more than that later and tomorrow so get over it!”

He tensed up but then slowly relaxed. He looked at Mama and smiled, “I guess she is right. Hi Mama Maria…Is that what you want me to call you? Or just Mama or even just Maria?”

She smiled and bent to kiss his forehead. “You have a little fever. Mama is fine if you like or Maria is ok too. Now roll onto your tummy so I can look. Is that the only place you are hurting?”

“That is the worst place Mama. He told her. “The inside of my thighs feel like they have been rubbed raw too though.”

“Ok spread your legs for me too then. Let Mama check and make sure you don’t have blisters there too.” He spread his legs and Mama looked and then gently felt the skin. “Sugar, you are mostly just dehydrated and chafed there. The blister on your ass though is big and we are going to have to be careful not to let it get infected.” She patted his ass. “Ok, for the next several days you are going to have to lay on your stomach and only sit on stools so that it isn’t rubbed and busted. Fortunately you are cute as a button in your altogether because that is pretty much how you are going to stay. If you just insist on covering up you will wear one of my soft cotton slips. You can wear what you want on top or nothing but your bottom needs air and nothing rubbing on it. We are going to take you and feed you a little bit and then I am going to give you an enema to help you soak up some water in a hurry. After your enema or enemas, you will be put to bed and medicated. You will appreciate the medicine I believe and it will help you sleep. Tomorrow you are to stay down and in bed. Tomorrow evening if you are doing well you will help me give Josie her weeklies and then I will see what you need in that area. Considering everything, the last thing you want right now is to get constipated so we will most likely clear you as well. Do you have any question or comments Jim?”

“No Ma’am, You’re the absolute boss!” He smiled at her and I wondered how in the world Mama could look at him and not just melt!!

“That’s my good boy. Now do you want to streak or wear my slip?” Mama asked holding up a thin short white slip.”

“You decide Mama. I will do what you think it best.” He paused, “May I ask something?”

“Always Jim. What is it?” Mama told him gently as she sat on the bed beside him and began to apply a little film of her salve to the blister and the area around it and then put a little gauze over it held in place by tape.

He got real red and then finally said, “I will do whatever you want but I need you to know that I will mean no disrespect with my private standing to attention. I’m afraid running around either nude or in your slip is going to probably over excite the little monster.”

Mama laughed and she sounded like she used to when she bantered with Daddy. “Jim the day that I get offended by ANY mans private jumping to attention when I am around, even if it isn’t for me, I hope someone puts me in a home for the mentally infirm. I will just be pleased that the sight of my old weary bones doesn’t make you unable to jump up.” She swatted the lower portion of his butt playfully. “I think I would prefer a streaker than a cross dresser with his slip tented out in front. That would just be too funny looking. Let’s go feed you now.” We helped him up and good to his word he was hard as a rock.

He looked at Mama and grinned, “See I told you.”

She obviously studied the situation and then declared, “Yes, you did and I must confess, your private looks mighty proud standing at attention. I think I like it. Now let’s go eat.” She held out her hand and he took it.

She put a soft pillow on a bench so he could sit comfortably. Supper was fun and what the hell, exciting. I had never eaten with a man naked at my dining room table. I decided like Mama said, “I think I like it!”

We didn’t have to worry about him eating much. He was tired and the day had just about worn him to a nubbin. After supper Mama decided to let him slid on his enemas and we took him to my bed. Mama didn’t even bother to ask me where I wanted him. Once there she went to her room and returned with a foil wrapped gift that I had experienced before. Made with beeswax and various other things it was one of Mama’s special suppositories. He would sleep like a baby tonight and if he had any fever this would help with that too. She said that the recipe had been around since before the white man came to America and that her Great-Grandmother had been taught it by her Indian nanny who had gotten it from her Mama who was a medicine woman. She had made and used it on her when my Grandmother was born. Back then a lot of white women died of the fever after having a baby but none that her Nanny had been midwife for ever did.

“Open your legs Jim; I’m going to put this in your ass. It will make you feel sleepy and you will feel better in the morning.” Without a word he opened his legs and lifted his ass for her. I thought it looked VERY sexy and wished that I didn’t know that he was going to be out like a light. Mama unwrapped the long slender pinky finger sized torpedo and after dipping it in some shortening she slid it and her middle finger deep into him. He moaned as she worked it in deeper and deeper until her finger was as far into him as she could get it. “Now relax Jim, I’m going to hold in for a little while. Is this uncomfortable?”

“No…ugh…No Ma’am Ugh!” His hips were twitching and Mama patted his cheeks. He moaned softly. “Mama! It…It…its making me feel funny. It sort of burns…but in a good way.”

“Just relax Jim. Mama has got everything under control.” Mama told him in a low soft voice.

“But Mama, you don’t understand!! I think it’s going to…to…make me….DO SOMETHING!!!” His hips bucked on her finger about three times and then her buried his face in the bed and screamed.

Mama looked up at me, “Josie, would you go get us a warm wet washcloth. I think my Baby Boy has had an accident.”

Chapter 5…Josie…


Jim raised his head a little, it was bobbing up and down and side to side unsteady. “Does that thing ALWAYS cause a man to…have an accident?”

Mama patted his ass and then pulled her finger out of him. She took the warm wet cloth from me and rolled Jim to his side and began to clean him up. “It always will when I do it Baby. That is part of what makes it so effective. NOW you will sleep like a baby for Mama and I don’t have to worry about my Daughter trying to “bother” you tonight. You are DONE for this night.”

He was fading fast. His head was rocking and his eyes wouldn’t focus or stay open. Finally in a fog he lowered his head to the bed and said softly but loud enough to be heard, “Nighty Nite Mama, I love you…you too Sis…”

Mama looked over at me. “Yep, he is going to be a hoot!”

“You never made me cum when you stuck one of those in my ass!” I accused her.

“You don’t have a prostate! Your Daddy when he got sicker than the doctors could fix and came home got one of those every night so he could sleep and he never failed to have his accident. It irritates the prostate area a little and about all you have to do is touch it and a man will get worked up and have an accident. You are a girl but if you think that I don’t know where your little fingers went under you while I held it in you are wrong. You didn’t miss it many times if ever.”

I grinned at her, “Never…but I didn’t know a man could blow without touching his stuff! THAT was cool! Next time I want him to be on his back so that I can watch!”

“Next time he will be laying flat on his face just like this time because I don’t want him squirming on his back and busting that blister.” Mama told me. “The only way that you will see it next time is if you are under him…he might like that but it will happen too fast to do you any good. I guess you could lay under him 69 and let him squirt you in the face if you want to.”

“MAMA!!!”

The next morning I did actually manage almost exactly that. I woke up and wondered if he was like a lot of guys and woke up hard. I reached under him and sure enough!!! I considered the possibilities and finally decided to just be nice and blow him. There has always been something about blowing a man that I just love. It isn’t like I cum while I’m doing it but I defiantly feel VERY satisfied when I take it from him like that. I gently rolled him to his side and was soon into the serious business of taking it all into my mouth and down my throat. He woke up about ten seconds before he blew!!

“WHAT THE FUCK!!” He screeched and then his body took over and he forced the rest of his soldier into my mouth and began to pulse. I gleefully sucked and managed to get every drop before letting him escape. He scooted away on his stomach. “What time is it? Where’s Mama? What???”

“I pulled him close and kissed him deeply, “It is nearly breakfast time Jim…as a matter of fact I just had part of my breakfast…Mama is in the kitchen and as for as the last “What??” I just woke you up with an incredible blow job. You can thank me later in similar fashion.”

Being a typical man his response was, “I GOTTA pee!!!!” He jumped out of bed with intentions of scampering off to the toilet but the best he could manage was a crab like side winding stagger.

I followed him laughing and watched as he barely got the lid up in time. He stood there peeing and looked back over his shoulder at me, “Can you take me to town today, I need some things…toothbrush, hair brush, comb, underwear. You know, the basics.”

“I don’t mind running to Marathon for you but I’m not sure Marathon is ready for you yet. Mama said no pants…Remember? What ya want underwear for. I think you look cute running around in your birthday suit?”

“I just feel weird with everything dangling. It’s just not comfortable!”

I left and returned a few moments later and toss him a pair of panties. “Try these.”

“You ARE kidding right? These are panties! I can’t wear them.”

I walked over to him and swatted the bottom of his ass. “Try them, you may like the way they feel. They are nylon hip huggers so they shouldn’t get on your blister and at least you won’t be dangling. They ARE blue so at least I’m not trying to put you in my pink pastels.”

He put them on and I personally thought they made his ass look GREAT!! I have this thing about men’s asses. I think that I got it from Mama Maria. She is an ass inspector and we always are critiquing guy’s asses when we go to town together. “Turn around please.” I asked him. The front didn’t look as good as the back. It was a little crowded. His face had a look of total disgust and embarrassment but his REAL brain seemed to like them a lot and he was getting harder by the second. After about a minute, the front looked pretty good too but I don’t think he was happy.

“Jaysus Kayrist Josie I can’t do this. They are tight in all the wrong places and well they make me feel even more naked than nothing did!”

“Well I think they look adorable on you. We’ll let Mama decide. Come on.” I took his hand and dragged him to the kitchen where Mama was cooking. “Mama, he was bitching about it not feeling good with everything dangling so I let him try on these. What do you think? He says he can’t do them because they make him feel naked. Turn around Jim. Don’t they make his ass look cute Mama?”

Mama checked him out and then held out her hand with her index finger pointing down and made a twirling motion and Jim turned for her blushing. “I’m with Josie Jim they do make your ass look cute. Evidently they feel pretty too because you are sure stretching them out in front. I’ve never understood why men were such ugly uncomfortable drawers! If you don’t like them you don’t have to wear them. Around here we all wear or don’t wear whatever the hell we want too. Josie runs around neked all the time and neither of us wears anything in the pool. I do hope that you won’t be offended at the sight of my old ugly butt when we go to the pool cause I’m not changing just because you are here.

“Mama you don’t have an ugly butt at all!! I think you look like a cherub when you are nakie! You got better tits than I do too.” Josie told her.

“You left out the pot belly!” Mama answered. “Now enough of this nonsense, he can wear what he wants just like we do…once his ass has healed.”

He wants me to run to town for him. He needs some toiletries and wants some underwear. Do you need anything while I’m there? I’m just running to Marathon.”

Mama brought an omelet and set it in front of Jim and told him to let it cool while she checked his bobo. She carefully pealed the gauze away and gave it a good look. “Yeah, we need some more gauze. I’m going to let it air for now but he will need it covered this afternoon and tonight.” She pinched the skin on his arm and when it stayed wrinkled she said, “After breakfast I’m going to give him a hydration enema. I will make a list of things Josie. We don’t need much but there is no reason not to save the gas for a trip later if you are going today.” She pushed his panties on down and let him out of them. “Try and get him something pretty. I hate those damn tighty whitey jockey shorts. Boys never wipe their asses right and skid marks are disgusting so go for dark colors.”

She sat my omelet in front of me and along with the coffee, juice and a little milk I was a happy girl. Life was good. I was recently fucked, had prospects of more, and had one of Mama’s worlds famous Mexican Omelets in front of me, a cup of coffee, and a naked man at the table to look at…life can’t get better than that!

After breakfast was done we sat there and made a list. Mama as usual remembered a couple dozen things that we had forgotten on last weeks trip. Jim ordered a round of male hair, teeth and body care tools and stuff. He didn’t seem to think that he would feel right using my pink razor or my secret deodorant so we were going to get him his own. He offered me some money or a credit card but I told him that it would be more trouble than it was worth to keep the stuff separate. The truth is, I thought he might need the money and well…considering that he is indigent I wasn’t sure that the card would be good. Besides, while Mama and I are not wealthy, we watch our pennies and do pretty well.

I went to get dressed and then went and asked him if he would be ok with Mama giving him an enema or two while I was gone.

“I’m fine. I have met Mama Maria now and don’t think that I need you to protect me. Do I just HAVE to have an enema Josie?” He asked.

“Sorry Baby Boy but that is one of Mama’s rules and besides these are not real enemas that she will be giving you in a little while. They are hydration enemas. That means that she wants you to absorb the water rather than expel it so she will give it real slowly and without soap or anything in it that might cause irritation. It is more like an IV than a real enema like you and I will get tonight. But don’t sweat those either. Mama gives a good enema and she will let me make sure that you enjoy it.” I kissed him such that his dick popped up and out and then I told him, “Now you mind Mama or she will spank you and if she does you will be VERY sorry. Mama doesn’t spank often because when she does it she does it thoroughly.” I kissed him again and left to get the truck out and go to Marathon.

Chapter 6…Jim…

I went out onto the long covered front porch. The cool morning air felt good on my skin. I watched and waved as Josie drove away in the truck and thought how lucky I was that she had been the one to find me. Maybe her assurances that she and Mama Maria could fix my depression wouldn’t work out but if nothing else, it was going to make my life interesting for a while. The thought of the enemas promised had me horny as a billy goat with four balls!! My Aunt Thelma used to give them to me when I was a kid when I would go out to stay with her in the summer. My Mom gave me a few too but hers were different. Mom wanted to get it done and over with ASAP. After I started getting erections she refused to do them at all. Aunt Thelma though gave enemas that were totally different. Like Mama Maria, Aunt Thelma thought they were a natural part of health care…especially for young boys. At her house Saturday morning before breakfast was enema time. She would come to my room and wake me as she pulled off my PJ bottoms and rolled me onto my back. I learned to not resist and to pull my legs up without being asked. She would slowly fill me and then rub my tummy and visit while the enema worked. When I had expelled she would check my work and decide if I needed another soapy enema or if she could move on to rinses. She was a sweet lady and my life was never the same after she died when I was 12.

“Jim, Come to my bedroom please I’m going to help you get some fluids into your system.” Mama called.

I went to her bedroom and she already had a bag hanging from a chain hooked onto an exposed ceiling joist over her bed. She fluffed a couple of pillows with a towel on them and then patted them. “Hop up here on these.” She instructed and then helped me onto them and to get comfortable. “That’s a good boy. These enemas will be easy and restful Jim. If you get sleepy just go to sleep. I will take care of everything. What you are going to get is a quart and a half of sweet water. I will give you a squirt and then we will wait then a little later I will give you a little more. Mean while I want you to drink as much of this green tea as you can for me. Ok?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I agreed.

“First I want to check your temperature. You were running a little fever last night.” She shook down the thermometer and slipped it in. “That’s a good boy.” She told me as she rested her hand on my ass and twirled the thermometer occasionally. We waited the time she wanted and then it was removed. “You still have a little above normal. Remind me or Josie that you will need another suppository tonight when you go to bed.”

“Yes Ma’am…Will it be like the one last night?”

“Yes little boy it will be exactly like last night.” She lubricated her finger and then used that to prepare the way for the nozzle. She gently offered me a taste of the pleasures she forced last night and promised tonight and then replaced her finger with a large nozzle. As she had told me, she just offered me a good squirt and then closed the clamp. She sat beside me on the bed with her hand resting on my ass as she held the nozzle in place.

“Where did you learn all this stuff.” I asked.

She laughed, “My Mama raised 16 kids. We were all healthy and none of us was ever sick. Every Sunday after Church Mama would start with the youngest and enemas ran until everyone was cleaned out.”

“What about your Daddy did she get him too?”

Mama Maria chuckled, “Oh yes, Papa was the last and Mama would lock the door while she did him and then he would do her. When they were done Mama would start our supper and everyone was in a good mood especially Papa. As we got older Mama would let the older girls help and eventually we took over most of the enemas. She handled Papa and any of the boys or girls that were in trouble. Sunday was also the day of reckoning and if you had been bad you would get spanked before that first enema.” She sighed. “Those were good days. We were poor but not lacking in anything we really needed. We were happy and all well loved.” She was quiet for a little while and then continued. “I was the third born and the oldest girl so I was always Mama’s helper. They were old school and when I was 14 they married me to an older gentleman so that I could live a better life. He had money and back then it was common for Spanish families to arrange marriages for some of their girls to older wealthy men to assure them a good and safe future. I was lucky, my husband was a very good man and he and I were happy together. He was a lot older than me though and also died rather young at 58. This left me a widow at 25 after 11 years of marriage. He had one son from a previous marriage. He was raised by his Mama and was a no account. We never did get along or like each other. He disliked me because he was jealous and I because he was rude, spoiled and spoke to his father with disrespect. As per a prenuptial agreement he inherited most of what his father had earned and I was paid off and sent packing. Not to fear though, I was well paid and my husband, seeing that his heir was not honorable had made sure of my future long before he died. He had a new car in MY name always. There were bank accounts that were in my name only and there was a big chunk of cash and gold in a safety deposit box in my name. He loved me and even in his passing he was good to me.”

“How in the world did you end up out here taking care of Josie?”

Mama chuckled, “Well after my husband died my Mama and Papa assumed that I would return to live with them and help raise the last of my little brothers and sisters. While I had lived with Javier, that was his name, he had encouraged me to educate myself and also hired tutors to see to it that I was offered a good education without having to leave him to go to school. We were well suited and our love grew. At first it started as a game when one Sunday I acted like I was his Mama and made him take Sunday enemas. He fell in love with that and slowly our relationship became a rather kinky one behind closed doors he was my Bambino and I treated him fully as such. I ran the house and everything in it. When he died, I had no desire to return to being my Mama’s and Papa’s little girl. Mister Mac was one of Javier’s friends and knew about our special play. When his wife took off he called me and asked if I would be willing to help him for a while. Now understand, he knew nothing of the arraignments that Javier had made for me and he thought that I was just a poor girl thrown out on my ass by that wretched son. He also made no moves at all and the agreement was totally up front and didn’t include any hanky panky. He thought I needed some help and he KNEW he did. That temporary thing turned out to be the best thing that could have happened. We were very happy together. There never was the sort of love that Javier and I had shared but then we weren’t kids anymore either. He more than once offered to marry me but that was exactly what he was doing, offering not asking. He liked to play the games he knew that Javier and I had played and so I sort of raised him and Josie together.”

“Josie said that when ever she had asked about y’alls relationship, you took her out to the tack room. How come? You don’t seem to have a problem talking about it to me.”

Mama laughed, “When she was little she was being a smart ass and THAT is what she went to the tack room for. Her Daddy wanted our play kept mostly behind closed doors and so I did unless he pissed me off then he got HIS ass warmed and on several occasions he went to the tack room much to Sam’s glee. She made a snotty remark and we went to the tack room. Later I just didn’t see it as her business and after Mister Mac died it was past and only in my memories.” She rubbed my ass with the palm of her hand. Now I have a new little boy and I understand little boys real well. I promise you that if you tell Sam anything that I tell you and ask you to keep to yourself like this, that if you talk I will know and WE will be in the tack room discussing it. With the proper incentive even little boys can keep their yaps shut…little girls will spill the beans every time. Remember that and you will live a much happier life.” During this she had given me several more squirts and I had sipped a lot of the tea.

“So you really like doing this then?” I asked cautiously.

“Yes Jim, I really like doing this sort of thing. What is not to like? You have a nice ass and I like men’s asses. I get to play with it in several different ways any time that I want too and don’t ever again have to let a man boss me around.” She answered and patted my ass.

“May I ask you a personal question Maria without fear of giving offence?”

“Never dear boy. But ask anyway. I will promise not to take you to the tack room over it is that good enough?” She chuckled.

“Is giving me enemas and spanking me ALL that you would ever want to do? What if I wanted to do…other things with you?” I tried to ask as sensitively as possible.

She was quiet for a long time. When finally she answered it was in the form of a question. “Jim, why would you want to do anything with me when you have Josie in heat all over you? I’m old enough to be your Mama easily.”

I thought hard about this. “Maria, does there have to be a why? Can’t it just be because I want too? I am not saying that I don’t like Josie or her attention a lot. This isn’t about Josie unless you think it is. This is about feelings I have concerning you.”

At this point let me tell you what Maria looks like. She is probably in her 50s with almost waist length black hair. She has a very pretty round ass but that has the “Cat” smile that I like. You know, where the cheeks of the ass make two little crescents with a definite cleft going up her well padded ass. It looks great and would on a woman of any age. Sam is right, Maria has great tits. They are full and stand proud despite her age with nice large nipples. This is all obvious because she doesn’t wear or need a bra. I don’t know, maybe they are not her originals… whatever the reason, they look great. You can look at her and tell that just a few years ago she was heart stopping beautiful, now she is striking with nice bone structure and her few wrinkles are laugh wrinkles and a few little crow’s feet which to me just give her face character. Her eyes are big and soft brown. She has a little extra padding but it mostly just adds up to a little more softness. She has a cute little tummy but is in no way fat. I have always had a sort of thing for slightly older women because of my Aunt Thelma I guess.

“I’m not interested in, nor do I need any mercy fucks Jim.” She told me.

“I wasn’t offering you one Maria. You turn me on. I like you and I like what you do to me. I’m not hitting on you. I’m just letting you know that I would love to repay your kindness and gratify my attraction to you if you would allow and enjoy it.”

“Tell me my little paramour, what is it exactly that you would wish to do to my tired old body.” She asked softly.

“I want to do the same things with you that men have always wanted to do with beautiful women. I would love to sample your sweetness with my mouth and then after pleasing you as best I could that way, move to more energetic activities and see if I could please you some more.”

She began to stroke the nozzle in and out of my ass. I moaned softly. She asked, “Jim, if I let you share my bed, you will have to be very good. There might be things that I ask of you that you may not like. I have told you that I like a man’s ass. There are many uses that I might decide to put it to you know.”

“Maria, I don’t care what you want to do to my ass. I’ve liked everything you’ve done so far.” I assured her earnestly.

“Oh little boy I have not done ANYTHING to or with your ass YET! I especially love to make it red before I give it an enema or even before I stick something more solid in it. You might as well know it now, Josie will want it for sure and I will if you insist on getting into my bed…we will expect equal time in things.”

“I don’t care Maria; you don’t have to explain anything to me. You have to understand, I came out here to die. If Sam hadn’t found me I would probably have had a sun stroke yesterday or for sure by now. When I let her bring me here she offered you as hope. As far as I’m concerned, my life is yours now to do with as you please. I am interested in life again. This is all exciting and I’m neither bored nor depressed right now. If you can make it so I don’t have to feel that way anymore I won’t care what you do to me.”

She shook the bag and found it empty. “Do you need t o go to the toilet Jim?”

“Actually no Ma’am. I guess you were right and I soaked it all up. I feel empty other than needing to go to pee.”

“Ok, crawl up into the bed and get comfortable under the sheet I will be back in a little while.” Maria told me. I got off the pillows and scooted up into the bed. I listened as Maria evidently showered and dried off. A little while later she called out, close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to.” I did exactly as she said and felt the bed move as she came to it.

“Can I open my eyes now?” I asked.

“Not until I say you can Jim.”

I felt her slide up against me and could tell she was as unclothed as I. Her hands began to wander and then her mouth found mine. She kissed as sweet and chaste as a virgin maid. Tentative and uncertain she allowed me to warm to her embrace and return it with my fire added. She had to know how I felt; I was hard as a rock and breathing hard even as I kissed her. She finally told me that I could look and she was there. I kissed her again.

I lifted the covers and grinned, “God you are beautiful! I am so glad Josie found me and stopped me.” I slipped beneath the covers and she happily offered me a place to rest. As I suckled her tits she moaned and told me how good it felt. This made me soooo very happy. I love to suck and so many women find it annoying except in a ragged moment just before you fuck them. I took my time and fully worshiped their fullness before moving further under the covers. Maria let me go and I happily crawled up between her legs kissing my way along starting at her feet. When I got to the juncture of her thighs I inhaled her essence and my desire swept through me. My face pressed in and soon my tongue tasted of that incredible smell. At this point her resistance faded away…poof up in smoke. I guess my enthusiasm for my work convinced her that I was just having a merry old time and was indeed taken with her. Her hands found my head and she gently guided me to the places and into the pace that she liked best. I sucked and licked and stuck my tongue into every nook and cranny. At one point I lifted her legs and firmly rimmed her sweet puckered asshole and tried to stick my tongue in there but she wasn’t allowing that yet and panting hard pulled me back to her more urgent needs. She began to moan and then scream and then yanked me up by my hair and ordered me to fuck her as hard as I could right that very second!!”

“Now Maria?” I asked teasing.

“Fuck me you little bastard or I swear I’ll turn your ass to hamburger meat!!” Then she pulled my mouth to hers and released my head to grab and direct my other head. She wasn’t kidding about being ready. She was soaking wet as I knew but I had expected to have to go slow because she was a pretty tight twated lady. Once she had me centered she handled the penetration with a wild thrust of her hips and a simultaneous kick with her heals on my ass. I sank in to the hilt and suddenly it was like I was fucking on top of a bucking bull. She came totally undone on me and before I knew what was doing, she rolled us both over and was on top of me going at it like no woman that I had ever seen. It was GREAT and I reached to grab her flying tits and that seemed to drive her to even greater heights of excitement. “OHHHHH God!! Jim fuck me and cum with me I’m about to…” Her high keening scream finished that thought real well.

So great was her energy and encouragement that I immediately went wild myself and we rolled back over with me on top as I did my very best to nail her to the bed. “As I hammered into her again and again I buried my face in her long beautiful hair and screamed, “Fuck me Maria fuck me you in-fucking-credible beautiful bitch!!” She must have heard me because she nearly bucked me off as I gushed and filled her wonderfully tight pussy cat!!

When we were done I rolled off of her and then pulled her to me for another kiss. When our lips parted I told her, “That was beyond any possible doubt the best and wildest fuck that I have ever had or even dreamed of!!!” Maria beamed.

“Oh Jim my sweet little boy you have no earthly idea how bad I needed that. It has been at least a couple of decades since a man made me feel like that. Most men rush and too often finish about the time that I start. We are going to have great fun. Josie will be thrilled. She has been trying to get me laid for the entire year since she came back!” She kissed me, “Jim, it was worth every day of waiting!! You make me feel like a kid again!!”

“Maria, I looked close while I was down there and didn’t see anywhere a “best used by” date or sticker so I think that you are still fresh and new!! You taste sweet and are tight as a virgin only you fuck like a wild thang!! God it was fine!!! And YOU are beautiful. I don’t want to here you ever say any different or I may have to take YOU to the tack room!”

She snuggled against my chest and in a little girl voice answered, “Yes Sir!!”

When we had recovered a little and Maria had swatted me a couple of times for trying for a second round she took me to the shower and we took a cool shower followed by a careful drying. She inspected my ass and was please to find it no worse for the wear. The blister was not busted yet and she gently patched it over with gauze. She then put on a sun dress making sure that I saw she put nothing on under it and took me to the kitchen for another glass of green tea and a snack.

Sorry for the length of the above chapter. I just couldn't find a good place to stop. My writing is almost like automatic handwriting sometimes and the story just takes over. This was one of those times. LOL.

Chapter…7…Jim…

The second enema wasn’t near as bad as the first and when I released it I couldn’t believe how much better I felt. I couldn’t really remember the last time that I had gone to the bathroom before coming here. Mama kissed me and then held me again as I released. She gave me a breast and at that moment I would have done anything in the world for her. When I finished she made me lean over and she cleaned me before returning me to the bed. Josie took charge of me and pulled me down for a little rest and recreation.

She pulled me down and after a kiss she said, “You are on the down hill side now Jim.” She kissed me again and then made me lay on my back.

I couldn’t believe it as she straddled my face and squatted down to offer me her dripping pussy to kiss. I reached up and holding her ass, pulled her to my hungering mouth. When Mama came she lifted my knees and added her finger to my excitement. It was wonderful and when I got excited she started my enema. I happily worked all over Josie’s ass loving both possible openings and then when she leaned forward onto my knees I managed to reach her clit and then she really got loud and active. Mama seemed happy to work the nozzle in and out of my ass and pet my cock, occasionally leaning forward to offer me a special kiss on my little lisping opening of my prick. I wanted her to take it all in and let me cum more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

I’m not sure when the enema ended but Mama told Josie to get off me and took me to the toilet. Once she had me sitting on it she made me wait as long as I could before letting me release it. “How’s my baby feeling?” She asked when the torrent finally slowed. “Tell me the truth Jim. How do you feel?”

“I feel great Mama. My only real problem is that my balls are getting tender from me being hard for so long.”

“One more enema and then I will help you with that.” Mama promised.

Once I was done and cleaned Mama sent me to Josie with instructions for her. She had also instructed me and promised me dire consequences if I disobeyed her. This time I was proactive and when straight to Josie. My mouth found hers and my hands roamed until she was hot and moaning into my mouth. I lay her back and crawled between her legs.

“Jim!!! We can’t! Not without mama’s permission!” Josie gasped but spread her legs wide nonetheless. I heard Mama come and pat me on the ass just after I had entered Josie.

“Fear not little one Jim is doing exactly as I told him too. Now sit still children.” Mama told us.

I moaned as she quickly this time, entered and massaged me to lube and prepare me for her nozzle. Once it was in place I felt Mama lift my balls and Josie squeaked under me. Mama was preparing her for an enema and Josie moaned as the nozzle went into her. I also moaned as she opened the clamp and the enema flooded into me.

“Oh SHIT Mama please tell me that isn’t a soapy enema!!!” Josie begged.

“It is your first one Baby Girl and isn’t that one always soapy?” She chuckled, “You need to help Jim take his as fast as he can so that he can be off the throne before you will need it. I would recommend that you keep him distracted so that he doesn’t need to stop many times.”

“Jim, you have to take this one nonstop!!! Please for me, try and relax as much as you can and let it in!” Josie begged me. She kissed me wildly and I could tell that her urgency was multileveled. I stroked in and out of her slowly a few times and her wails rattled the walls.

I stopped and Mama massaged my balls gently. “Do her a little more Jim.” Mama instructed and I began to slowly hump her and grind my hips against her on my down strokes.

There was a click and I could tell that it was me. “I can take it all Mama. You don’t need to stop.” I bumped and ground against Josie who was having a massive squealer. She was bucking under me and screaming alternately for me to fuck her harder and stop before she lost her grip on the nozzle.

“You have taken it all little boy. You are on her time now so it is up to her what and when you go to the toilet now.” I humped a little harder.

“Mama you are just sooooo mean!!! Jim you have to go and empty NOW. I will need that spot in just a little while.!!!”

Mama chuckled and removed the nozzle. “Go and do your business Jim but don’t flush until I see. I want you clean as a whistle.”

I trotted to the bathroom and let it gush. I could tell that I was clean and it came out easy and in long flowing runs. When nothing had come out for a while I cleaned up and stood. I was pretty happy to see that Mama was done with me. Other than a little toilet paper, the water was clear.

I returned to see Mama massaging Josie’s tummy and that the bag was empty. “How much longer does she have to hold it Mama?”

“She is done we were just waiting on you to finish.”

I looked at Josie and she was sweating. “I went as fast as I could Josie.”

“You did great Baby. Now help me to the toilet!!” I picked her up and Mama followed with the bags and pulled the plug on Josie while I held her over the toilet. I seated her quickly and she immediately released. Mama shooed me out and I went to the bedroom to wait wondering what would happen next.

Mama had made it clear to me that while I was to enter and hump Josie, I was NOT to cum! When she brought Josie out she told me to entertain her while she made another enema but to remember her instructions. Josie let me lay her back but then pulled me up to her kiss instead of allowing me to kiss her down below.

When Mama came she ordered, “Josie let him lay on his back and then mount him with you on top.” When she had done so Mama went to work up her ass and it was an incredible feeling having mama caress my cock inside Josie. Josie began to moan and hump me but after a little bit of that Mama eased out of her and told her to be still. I felt the nozzle going in and pressing against me and even the sudden warmth as Mama opened the clamp.

“Josie was already pretty clean Jim so she will only need this rinse and at the most one more.” Mama told me. “Once she is clean we will take a break from enemas for a bit and I will give you your reward.

Josie lay pressed against me and the contractions from her cramps offered me about all the stimulation that I could bear. Mama gave it too her in one long fast run and then told me to stay as I was while she took Josie to the toilet. She returned and told me to lift my legs up for her and close my eyes. I did and she went to her chest of drawers and returned with something. Soon her finger was in my ass and then there was a second one. I cried out and bucked but mama told me to relax and not to cum unless I wanted a spanking. After a little while she withdrew and then something else was immediately introduced. I grunted and whined but Mama was gentle and it was soon in me. It felt wild and pressed on parts of me that had never felt such pressure.

“Hold that in you now or I will have to replace it with something bigger and strap it in place. Josie will be right with you.” She went and good to her word, Josie was soon there and again on top of me.

“Are you having fun yet little boy?” She cooed in my ear and then stuck her tongue in it.

“If I don’t cum soon my balls will fall off. If you don’t lay still I will cum and Mama will beat my ass off so…yes I’m having a great time!”

She laughed, “Mama said I need one more and then we move on to the next thing and you will like that I promise…I will to and Mama is creaming just thinking about it. I thought she was going to cry when she saw that I would need one more. She is making it in a bigger bag to make sure that this is the last one.”

“How big? For that matter how big are the rest?” I asked.

“The rest have been 2 quart but this one will be three. Don’t worry though. I am empty and three quarts is something I get all the time.” She kissed me and continued, “Just hold me tight and I will take it as fast as I can.” She was kissing me when I felt Mama’s finger in her and caressing me.

“Hang on girlie! Here it comes!” Mama warned.

The nozzle came in and there was a click. I moaned as her rectum filled and pressed tight to my cock. The intruder in my ass seemed to work in and out with every little change in my anal pressure on it. I held onto Josie and we tried not to move as she filled. When I heard the click of the clamp closing and wanted to cry in relief…or cum. When Josie dismounted from me it was almost too much. Mama sent her off to release and she stayed with me.

“Are you ready to let off a little pressure Baby?” She asked.

“Please Mama.” I kissed her urgently and my hands grasped at her trying to get her to mount me.”

“Just a little longer Baby, Just hold on a little longer.” She kissed me once more and then told me to roll over so she could remove my butt plug.

Josie came running in just as Mama pulled her intruder from my ass. “I’m ready Mama, You get ready and I’ll position him.” Josie flopped on the bed up near the top and pulled her legs up high and spread them wide. “Come to me Jim. It is time for us to finish this. She showed me a large rubber dildo and then plunged it into her pussy. She reached over and took a large tube of KY that she used to coat her asshole and my cock liberally. “You get to poke me in the ass first after all Jim. Go slow but I need it bad.”

I was so excited that I couldn’t believe what she was asking for. I positioned myself and then slowly eased against her. She urged me on and slowly my head began to go in. Once it was in Josie keened and told me not to stop. I stayed slow but her tight resistance was becoming irresistible. Once I was in I smoothly sheathed myself fully.

She moaned and smiled. She held out her arms, “Stay on your knees but come to me baby.” I did and she held me against her and we kissed. “Now be a good boy and just relax. Do you remember what I asked of you earlier? Well it is about to be that time.”

I shivered as I felt Mama come up between my legs and massage a bunch of lubrication into my ass. I buried my face in Josie’s neck and tried to not resist her. Just as I had done, I felt it done to me. There was tightness but Mama’s butt plug had prepared me well. I felt it slowly sinking into me and I gasped as it went on and on.

When I felt her hips pressed tight against me I moaned and then unable to resist, my hips bucked. I screamed, “Oh fuck Mama!! Fuck me!!! Oh God!! My hips bucked again and I shook all over. “Ohhh SHIT!!!” I was past all control or caring and my hips drove my cock into Josie’s ass. Her screams joined mine as we both demanded and accepted what we needed desperately. Mama’s voice joined ours and Josie was matching my thrusts with her own just as Mama was meeting mine. Josie and I had waited long for our release and when it came it was mind shattering. Josie screamed and then her legs locked onto me holding me deep inside her as I poured my hot cream into her freshly cleaned and prepared ass. Mama on the other hand was without pause reaming my ass with her own desires and needs.

I screamed. I was cumming again. My hips jerked. I came again and screamed again. My hips thrust and Mama’s thrust met mine. I screamed and came again!! It didn’t stop until I couldn’t bear it again…and then I did it again!! Mama gave one last long howl of her own and then she to was still.

My exit from Josie’s bottom was like that of a thief…slinking away softly and quietly. Mama’s exit from my ass was neither. As soon as she began to withdraw slowly I started again and began to hoarsely howl. Josie laughed but held me tight. Mama when she was at last out of me, fell to our side and was laughing as well.

I rolled off of Josie in between them and lay on my back with my hands trying to cover everything so nobody could touch anything!!

Chapter 8…Maria…

I pulled Jim to me and kissed the nape of his neck. He was indeed a precious discovery. He immediately turned to me and we kissed with the cool heat of two lovers temporarily sated but still with desire. He reached down to touch that which I had used to touch him so deeply and gasped as he felt deeper and understood. I lifted my legs and he withdrew from me the long double ended dildo that had pierced me even deeper than it had him. I whimpered as it left me but knew it was but a temporary passing and that I wouldn’t go long without its magic again. Laying it between us he moved closer and put his leg over me to trap and hold me tight against him. We kissed again and his hands caressed me coaxing from me the sparks of desire once again.

“Now it’s time for your enemas Mama.” He whispered. “When they are done may I offer your sweet ass the pleasure you have shared with mine?”

I laughed, “Baby if you can manage it after you and Josie have given me my enemas, I will gladly let you.”

Josie heard and said, “If he can, Mama, can I do his ass as you did while he did me?” she giggled. “He’s like the energizer bunny!!!”

“Would you like that Baby Boy?” I asked.

“If I can have you, she is welcome to me. I may not be able to walk tomorrow but right now I want it.”

We all laughed together and I assured him that he would not be the only one walking funny tomorrow. Josie got up and while I cuddled him, she went and prepared the soapy enema. When she returned I let her put me on my back and while she prepared the way with a long and sensuous anal massage I drew my new baby to my breast. His touch and eager suckling made me tingle and suddenly my desire bloomed warmly and I sighed as it swept through me. Josie felt the contraction in my ass and rocked her finger in me happy to share the pleasure. The nozzle was like an old friend and as it had so many times in the past it slipped into place and carried me away.

When I had first married Javier he had been a nice stranger. He was gentle but at first his careful lovemaking had only served to fulfill his desires. It wasn’t that he was unskillful or lacked in patience. It was simply I believe that I had not yet received that first spark that lights the fire.

We had separate bedrooms but he visited me often in mine. One night when he came to me he found me just having prepared an enema and about to take it. He asked and I explained that as I washed in other places and on the outside, I had been taught that a woman needs to be clean in all areas if possible. I explained that I took them every week and each day when I was in my moon. He was fascinated and told me that he would help and give me the enemas if I would allow it. He was my husband, I couldn’t refuse him. I led him into the preparation and as all men will do, instead of just putting the lubricant onto my rear passage, he pressed on and for the first time he entered me there with his finger. Curious he felt around and his questing began to make me feel strangely breathless. I was somehow saddened when he parted but the nozzle was soon there and it comforted me. As the enema flooded my bowels he continued to wander about between my open thighs and I soon had fingers in my maiden hole. They were regular visitors there but it felt somehow shameful for him to be there while I was also getting the enema. I covered my face and moaned in shame but this only encouraged him. His fingers slid in and out and his other hand pressed down on me right at the top of my slit.

Softly I began to cry in my shame and the fires were kindled. Just as the last of the enema had entered me his working fingers and my squirming under his pressing hand triggered a sudden and violent reaction and I cried out. Javier knowing what this was and thrilled to have finally found a way to excite my passion continued until in terror I told him that I had to go to the toilet immediately. He pulled his fingers from me and then the nozzle and carried me in his arms to the bathroom where he held me while I expelled. As soon as I was done he told me to prepare another and we returned to the bed where he again invaded my ass with his fingers and then set the nozzle to do that work while he disrobed and took his pleasure with me as is my husband’s right. I thought that having him do this while the enema was being done was shameful and surely a sin. He was slow and gentle and this time his work in me took me and I clung to him and cried as again the shameful feelings overwhelmed me. He finished with me and found the enema done as well and he again carried me to the toilet and let me rid myself of the burden of his enema. I cleaned up and washed and he again ordered me to make another enema. Trembling I did so and brought it to my bed.

I was shocked to find him lying there and I was ordered to give it to him. He took it quite well and then after he had gone to the toilet he asked for another. Once it was fully in him he pulled the nozzle out and called me to him. He bade me turn from him and he entered me most shamefully like and animal and then to my horror his fingers found me clean and open so also penetrated my ass with his long thick finger. The heat rose in me again and this time together we made the pleasure and I was ruined.

For a week, every night he came to me and gave me the enemas and pleasures and then I would give them to him. On the seventh night of our new lovemaking he took the last of my virginity and I cried in his grasp as he sodomized me and I flushed with the pleasure of it. I became as interested as he in our special love making and soon would visit his bed as often as he visited mine. Every week we did our enemas together and I learned the ways of a man’s ass. His little doughnut inside was in him as the little swelling at the top of my slit. One night after his enemas Javier presented me with a beautiful ivory phallus and with it he lost the last of his innocence. Once he had submitted to my ivory penis, slowly our roles in the bedroom began to change. One night in a bit of a temperamental tempest I pulled Javier over my lap like a small boy and spanked him with my hand. It could not have caused him any great pain but his manhood which I held between my thighs swelled up and spat as I spanked him. The next night he brought me a small paddle that one of the governesses had used to discipline his son. Shortly after that he began to call me Mama and within the walls of the house at night after the servants had been dismissed I ruled him with the bag, the ivory phallus and the paddle. Eventually the older servants began to play in our game. The housekeeper and the cook that had been with him since he was a child were especially fond of reporting the Masters misdeeds to me and then going to him with my message to report to Mama’s bedroom for discipline.

The housekeeper eventually moved in and lived with us and she took over the duties of administering the enemas. Usually I was busy with his member while she tended to him in that way. She would also give me mine, often while I sat atop Javier and occasionally assumed my role as Mama and would spank and give us both enemas. It was so until Javier died.

The hot soapy enema pulled me back from my memories and demanded my full attention. Jim was looking into my face and he smiled. “You came back to me.” He said.

Javier used to say that when my mind wandered. “I never leave you for long my love and always return to you.” I answered as I had always answered him.

He held me sweetly as Josie saw to my filling. As with Javier I let any cramps that came move in deep and they warmed me and made me anxious. I knew that in the end of this even if he couldn’t, that I was going to allow something that I had often wished for but never allowed. I clung to him and the enema ripped through me stirring me and also comforting me at the same time.

“That’s it Mama. Your clock starts now.” Josie told me as she closed the clamp with a click.

Jim watched my face and asked, “Are the cramps bad Mama?”

I reached up and stroked the soft sweetness of his concerned face. “They are never bad for me Sweet Baby. They start as cramps but end as almost little knots of raw pleasure. If the cramps can manage to be strong enough they will make me cum sweetheart. That is what I want for you. Turn pain into pleasure and you need never fear its touch again.” I kissed him and we made that special kind of love that can only be made by two joined hearts. No words can describe it and no sexual contact is needed. As little contact as held hands will allow the loves passage. Time was without meaning and I felt sad when Josie told me that it was time to go to the toilet.

Josie took me and she stayed with me. When the long release was done I looked at her and smiled. “If he is unable to do his part Josie, would you do the honors for me please.”

Her eyes widened, “You mean...?”

“Yes please.”

“But you never let me…”

“He has changed a lot of things for me Josie. I know that it is something that you have wished…especially since you came back but…You know that I loved your Daddy very much don’t you?” Josie nodded and tears came to her eyes. “He was still here in my heart and as long as that was so I just couldn’t. He didn’t want you to think he and I were doing anything bad and so didn’t want you to know that we did anything. Silly old coot!! Like you were deaf and blind! He is gone now. I don’t have to hold onto him anymore. Jim has more than filled me and made me whole again.” I smiled at her, “If you wish, whether he is up for it or not, you have seniority and I think it is past time for you to have what all other people that I have loved have had. Would you like to fuck me in the ass baby girl?”

She was crying freely now and came into my arms. “I would love to Mama. Will you do me next time please? Jim can be in my pussy!”

“I would love to Baby.” I held her and rocked her.

I took back a warm wash cloth and cleaned Jim up a little bit before kneeling between his legs and presenting my ass to Josie for my rinse and taking Jim into my mouth as a pacifier. Soon Jim was firming up and I knew what I wanted. I teased him along and took the enema as fast as Josie would let me. I left Jim gasping and ran to expel it. I told Josie to fill the big bag and when I was done and clean we returned together. I resumed my pacifying and Josie really let me have it. She had the bag high and this time was letting it run full bore. I moaned happily around Jim’s rigid cock as the cramps began their dance within me. When I heard the click I nuzzled Jim and told him to think dirty thoughts and I would be right back.

Chapter 9…Josie…

I was so excited that I had goo running down the inside of both thighs. This made shoving a long thick dildo into my pussy a genuine pleasure. My strap on harness would hold it in place and also the smaller one that went into my ass before I put on the harness. The dildo on the strap on was long and thick and I knew that it would challenge Mama to take it. It was an almost unreal feeling as I prepared to do what I had thought of almost since I was a little kid. As soon as Mama had guided my fingers and then small toys to my growing needs I had wanted to share that pleasure with her. We had witnessed and shared hundreds of orgasms but not ones where the other was in direct contact and the direct cause. We each pleasured ourselves with the other there offering support and encouragement but no more. I had even seen Mama do it with a dildo in her ass. She wanted me to see and fully understand that this was an equally acceptable place for receiving or giving pleasure. I used to lay in the living room imagining her doing that to Daddy after his enemas. That was another of the multitude of problems that I had with my husband. I had wanted and expected a full range of sexual activities once we were married. Unfortunately his idea of sex was to crawl on top of me and hump as hard and fast as he could until he came and then fall off like a tick full of blood. He had looked at letting a woman of top as perverted! I had been such a fool. I was unhappy and thought that if I was just not alone that would make things better. I was still alone and plus was married to an asshole.


When Mama came out of the bathroom she went straight to Jim. She chased him up into the bed and after a quickie blow job to make sure he was ready she got on top and mounted. I went along right behind her with a full tube of KY. She laid forward and I heard her tell him to hold her tight.

With trembling fingers I filled her ass with my lube and then fingers. She lifted a little bit to both stimulate Jim and give me a better target and I offered the big dildo to her ass. She moaned and took it and then took some more of it and finally took all of it. I eased in and out a few times to let her get comfortable and felt the fires growing in my own ass and weeping well.

Mama lifted her head and in a long low voice begged, “Ok Children, Give it to me… I want it all and I want it hard and I want it right fucking NOW!!”

I was in frenzy and Jim was evidently equally as thrilled because Mama was flying and at times it seemed as if she were just hanging in the air held in place by the cocks thrusting in and out of her various orifices. The big cock in me felt ALIVE and I rode it harder and harder and began to scream. Evidently it sounded good because Mama joined me and then at some point Jim added his baritone to our two sopranos. I started cumming so hard that my coordination went to shit but that was not a problem because Jim and Mama were bucking so hard that all I had to do was hold on and everything just kept on happening.

Poor Jim, I don’t know when he came but Mama was in full voice and even when he evidently came went limp and exited, she kept right on fucking him as hard as she could driven by my dick in her ass. From the sounds he made, it was an amazing feeling as she poured his cum back out and then began to rub it back into him, sliding up and down his body as she and I continued our dance using him as the dance floor. Then his screams became bellows and the entire pile bounced up into the air. Nonetheless, Mama hung on like a cat and I stayed plugged in and pumping. His bellows continued as he finally pushed us off him and to the side. This finally resulted in Mama and I getting out of sync and then unplugged. I tried to plug back in but Mama resisted so I just fell back like a buck rabbit finishing with a back flop.

Jim was lying on his side with his hands between his legs and moaning, “FUCK!! Y’all were about to KILL me with that damn rubber cock!!!” He proceeded to explain in vivid and undeleted expletive filled detail that after he was done and came out, that Mama has slipped up on him and when I followed I cause injury to his family jewels. It seems that the rubber fake balls under the big rubber dick I was wearing were suddenly bumping or according to him SLAMMING into his balls. Me and Mama had assumed that his activity indicated enthusiasm and just redoubled our efforts. I offered to kiss’em and make it better but he crawled out of bed and waddled to the bathroom where the sound of the shower was soon heard.

I turned to Mama and shrugged. “I thought he was just REALLY having a good time under there how bout you?”

Mama laughed, “Honey I was in orbit I didn’t even know he was there until you popped out!!!” She reached back to her asshole and grimaced. “It might have been a good thing too. My heart was young and willing but my old ass says that I should use a little common sense!”

“Come on, lets go and wash it all and I will check everyone out.” I suddenly yelped as I started to get out of bed and grinned at Mama. “It might have been just a little too long for me too Mama. I fell back and undid the harness and laughing, Mama pried the two dildos out of me. The one up my ass had tried to go all the way and must have been pushed it almost flush!! Once she got it out Mama and I waddled in to join Jim. He saw us coming and laughed and helped us into the warm flood.

He was in a good mood now and had evidently decided that I hadn’t intentionally thumped him in the balls. He was very solicitous of Mama and my asses and helped us get cleaned and checked. He even carried Mama back to the bed and DID proceed to kiss it and did make it better. When he was done with her he pulled me down and made me feel better too.

“Damn, do you ladies go at it like this EVERY Sunday????”

I laughed, “Not at all but this worked out as a pretty good first run don’t y’all think?” I looked at Jim. “Other than the little problem with my balls and your balls. If you would like we can neuter my dildo.”

“I think that would be best!! One set of balls in a bed is all you need.” He told me with a grimace.

“Spoken like a true man!” Mama said laughing.

I pulled him up and in between me and Mama and asked, “How are you feeling…inside I mean?”

He looked at me and I could see him looking inside before he answered. “Josie you two have kept me so busy that I haven’t had time to pay much attention to that. I guess I can still tell that it is there but I don’t feel it.”

Mama smiled and told him, “Honey I have never known anyone that can pay much attention to anything other than what is going on when they are getting enemas. And there is no man alive that can think about anything if you keep their little head hidden in a warm spot. This is just the way it is. Your depression will come back but if you will do as I say and tell us as soon as it rears its ugly little head we will break you of the habit of being depressed and THEN work on being happy. Part of the thing about depression is that you get into bad habits. You can’t control how you FEEL but you can control what you think, what you say and what your body is doing. We will keep you busy and distracted but YOUR job is going to be to make sure you think positive thoughts and tell us if you aren’t and we will help you.”

“If I look at you and you don’t smile I may decide that you aren’t thinking positive and that will mean you need some encouragement. In that case it will mean you need a spanking. If you tell us then it will mean enemas or sex…most likely both.” I told him.

“I will try. Some times it just sneaks up on me. I won’t even know that I am doing it and just suddenly find myself moping.”

“Well I figure if I catch you moping a few times and wear your ass out you will get a lot more aware.” I assured him. “If that doesn’t work I will move on to other things and see if they make an impression on you.”

“Like what?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty creative and have a lot of horny and kinky friends…I’m sure someone will come up with something that will spark you to remember. I know Suzette would be memorable for you. She would shave your entire body from the neck down. Dress you up like a woman do makeup on you and then bend you over for some very serious ass play. She might even invite Jeremy to get in on the action. She dresses him up about twice a month. I KNOW he would like a piece of your cute little ass.”

Mama offered, “Alice has wanted to do fisting ever since she saw than dirty movie in the motel in Odessa!” Mama looked at Jim. “She has fairly small hands though.”

I remembered, “Evelynn likes to play dominatrix. Have you ever had a golden shower Jim?”

“I bet Alice would love to have a toy party if Jim volunteered to let everyone try out their purchases with him…or on him whichever is applicable.” Mama told us enthusiastically.

“Y’all aren’t serious????” Jim blurted.

I looked at Mama and then grinning back at Jim. “Totally!! Everyone of this people are real and would love to live out their most imaginative fantasies with you. If any of it sounded good just whisper in my or Mama’s ear and we will arrange a visit for you and conversely if any of it sounds like something that you REALLY don’t want to do then you need to be real good so we won’t arrange for THAT.” I watched this sink into him and then added, “When you live out here in the big empty Jim you don’t tend to be as bound by society’s conventions as much as other people. We don’t see much of that society so it has little effect on us.”

“What about TVs?”

Mama laughed, “Jim, have you seen a TV around here? We live so far from nowhere that there has never been enough reception for us to bother buying one.”

“But they have satellite TV now. You can get that anywhere!”

“Yep, Alice has one of those.” Mama told me. “You have to understand Jim. If you have never had something you don’t tend to miss it. I asked Josie when she came home if she wanted to get it but she said that it was mostly a waste of time and money so we still don’t have it.”

He looked at me amazed and I told him, “I never had it when I was a kid and even when I left I never developed the habit of sitting in front of the box.”

“Don’t you get bored?...Ever?”

“Sure I do Jim. We are supposed to get bored some time. That is when I do some of my best thinking. Generally though instead of the damn box, we have each other and friends. We have get-togethers, play cards and dominos and do kinky sex. YOU my friend will be getting enemas, spankings and sex as special treatment for your depression. I don’t think you are going to suffer too much from boredom. We also have a big library of our own and visit the public library and used book stores every month. Reading is better than TV! For one thing you do it when YOU want to not when they decide to show it to you. Do you read?”

He looked a little shame faced, “I used to. I guess I have done like you said and just sit in front of a box now.”

“Well those days are over. “Come on put on your shoes. We need to go for a walk. That is something else we do around here. In the evening a nice walk makes you rest better and after an enema they are good too.” I told him and then watched as he absorbed this.

“What should I wear? Did you get me some clothes?” He asked.

“I got you a few things and tomorrow we will do a fashion show. All you need for a walk in the evening is your shoes Jim. When we get back we’ll take a dip and see what we want to rustle up for supper.