It happened to me in childhood when I was about eleven. The floor below in our house was Aunt Lida, a stout woman of about forty. Neighbors did not communicate very eagerly with her, saying that not everything was all right with her head. Personally, I did not notice anything strange about her, except for her peculiarity, to speak too loudly, while gesticulating with her hands.

Once I was walking down the stairs, when suddenly the door of Lidina’s apartment opened slightly, and Aunt Lida herself beckoned me to her finger.

- Hello, Sasha, - she said, - come to me, I need your help.

- Hello! - I replied, and stepped into the apartment of Aunt Lida.

An apartment is like an apartment, an ordinary Moscow communal flat. In addition to Aunt Lida, there lived one sailor who appeared extremely rarely, spending all his time in swimming, and a janitor woman Vera. A padlock on the doors of Baba Vera’s room said that she was not at home now either.

“You once told me that you wanted to become a doctor,” Aunt Lida took me down the shoulders and, pushing in front of you, led me deeper into the apartment.

“Yes,” I nodded, realizing that we were going to the bathroom.

- Very good. Then you and I will play to the hospital now, and you will treat me.

I stood on the threshold of the bathroom, where some preparations were clearly made. The bath itself was covered with a wooden grate, which is usually put on the bottom of the bathroom. Now, being turned ninety degrees, this lattice allowed to sit on it, having lowered legs in a bath. But it was not the main thing. The main subject that made me wonder was the rubber tank hanging on the nail hammered into the wall. From the tank stretched hose with a tap, ending with a kind of tip. Still on the edge of the bathroom was a jar of Vaseline, the same was in our house. I wanted to tell Aunt Lida that we also have such a jar at home, but, turning, I was just stunned.

Aunt Lida managed to take off her robe, and only her bra and slippers were out of her clothes. I froze, opening my mouth, and Aunt Lida, as if nothing had happened, went into the bath and got her knees on the lattice, said: “I need to do an enema, otherwise I can’t go to the toilet for the fourth day.”

The meaning of these words reached me with difficulty, I, as if spellbound, looked at my big ass, at arm's length from me and at what was below: Aunt Lida's labia majora, big, red with a brownish tinge, which attracted me to to myself.

- ... Sasha! - I heard the voice of Aunt Lida, - Sasha, what are you, deaf?

“No,” I woke up.

- Have you ever been given an enema?

- Yes, I honestly admitted, still considering the charms of Aunt Lida. My pipisk in pants slightly stirred, straining, - Just not this, but small.

“It's the same here.” Take the tip and grease it properly with Vaseline.

“Lubricated,” I said, feeling that my breath was straining.

- Now paste it in my ass.

I approached Aunt Lida’s immense ass, drawing attention to the fact that she was not completely tanned. The hole was very dense, looking closely, I noticed tiny folds running from the center of the hole in all directions, like rays. Breathing barely, I began to push through the tip very deep into Aunt Lida.

“Oh,” she moaned, “deeper!”

My pipisk (I couldn’t call it a member at that time) became even harder and now stretched my pants intolerably.

- Now open the tap.

I opened the tap, but nothing happened. Then, without waiting for instructions, I climbed onto the edge of the bathroom, took the reservoir off the nail, and, jumping down, pressed my hands on it.

- Oh oh oh! - Aunt Lida moaned, - not so much!

Her breathing increased, but there was some kind of pleasure in her voice.

Noticing that the tip is about to pop up, I pushed him deeper, as if by chance touching her lips. My dick tightened so that he was ready to break his pants.

The water ended in the meantime, as I reported to Aunt Lida.She pulled out the hose, and, turning over on her back, found herself in a reclining position, sitting on a lattice and leaning her back against the wall of the bathroom.

I looked at Aunt Lida’s belly, trying to determine if it was bloated or not. It was difficult to say anything, because even without an enema, Aunt Lida’s belly was round and convex, but for myself I still decided that it was swollen.

Aunt Lida, in turn, also looked at me, and, seeing an unambiguous bulge on my pants, said:

- So did you like it too?

I did not have time to answer, because suddenly Aunt Lida gasped, clutching her stomach with one hand, and holding the anus with the other.

“Well, order,” she said, “it worked.” So did you like it?

I just nodded. I was ashamed that Aunt Lida saw me standing up.

- So you like to do enemas. And I love (here in the belly of Aunt Lida there was a loud rumble) to receive them. I'll go to the toilet. Do not go anywhere, if you like it, we can give each other pleasure.

With these words, Aunt Lida rose, and, clamping the anus with her hand, with an oykanem rushed to the toilet. There was the sound of a powerful jet, after which she loudly fart, and then heard how the feces that had accumulated in Aunt Lida’s belly, together with water, fell into the toilet. Aunt Lida herself sighed loudly and moaned voluptuously.

A few minutes later there was a sound of draining water and a shining Aunt Lida appeared on the threshold of the bathroom. In her hand she had a hose with a tip, only from the other end was a non-rubber tank (as it is called, I learned much later), and some kind of funnel.

“Well,” said Aunt Lida, “we will continue, and with these words put a rubber funnel directly on the water faucet! ..”

To be continued...