Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2006 12:04:29 EDT
From: JDB13005@aol.com
Subject: A YOUNG MAN'S DILEMMA - CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE

JIM GOES HOME


Jim was still mulling the pros and cons of calling Acme Limousine and Taxi
when he got to his parents' house. He passed by the living room where his
parents were watching TV and had to stop in - otherwise his mother would
just run after him. His father was usually pretty snotty to Jim. This time
all he said was, "Find a job today?"

"I got a lead," said Jim. "I'll find out tonight - or maybe tomorrow." He
still wasn't sure he wanted to call.

"Yeah, sure," snorted his father.

"Now, Bill," said Mrs. O'Brien, "Times are very hard. It's not so easy to
get a job."

"Well, maybe he could try a little harder."

Jim blushed. "Well, it's more than just a lead," he said defiantly. "I'm
gonna work for Acme Limousine and Taxi as a driver!"

Mr. O'Brien was impressed.

"As a driver? Say, that's not a bad job. I hear it's good pay and not so
easy to get in."

"Well, I did," said Jim, feeling that he was digging a hole for himself -
he didn't have the job yet - but he was tired of his Dad looking down on
him. "I start next week."

"Well," said Mr. O'Brien, becoming his old cynical self again, "Let's see
if it works out. And if it does, I expect you to start paying rent every
month."

"Jim," said Mrs. O'Brien, "Do you want supper?"

"No thanks, Mom," said Jim.

 "Jim, are you feeling all right?" asked Mrs. O'Brien. "I don't like it
when you don't want to eat. When was the last time you had a movement?"

Jim blushed and his father snorted which made Jim blush even more. Both Jim
and his father knew what Mrs. O'Brien was leading up to. Jim's mother
always wanted to give her grown children enemas.

"Mom," said Jim indignantly, "I don't need an enema!"

"Hey, watch your tone with your mother!" snapped Mr. O'Brien.

"I - I'm sorry!" apologized Jim. His father was a big muscular man, very
much like Linda's father, and Jim was afraid of both of them.

"Jim," said Mrs. O'Brien, "I want you to go right now into the laundry room
and get ready for a good cleaning out."

"But Mom!" protested Jim.

"Do what your mother tells you!" ordered Mr. O'Brien.

Ordinarily Jim's father disapproved of his wife giving enemas to their
grown son, but this time he detected a rebellious attitude in Jim and
didn't like it, so he backed up his wife.

Jim was afraid to argue further because of his father and went fuming to
the back of the house to the laundry room where his mother gave her
children enemas. He was really pissed off by his father's curtness but he
didn't dare say anything. It was a long time since his father had taken Jim
over his knee and spanked him, but Jim always felt that it was a
possibility and didn't want to egg him on. After all, Mr. O'Brien still
spanked his sister Chrissie who was eighteen and had already started
college. And he remembered his father's spankings - they really hurt!

The laundry room was next to the garage and had a long table where
Mrs. O'Brien folded clothes after drying them. She always kept a thick
plastic pad nearby to cover the table for the occasions when she used it
for enemas. The laundry room also had its own small bathroom.

Jim closed the door. He was really pissed as he covered the table with the
thick plastic pad. Then he stripped to his tee shirt and white socks and
got face down on the table. He was too old to be given enemas by his
mother! Besides, he felt funny to be lying down on the same table where his
mother folded clothes and where his eighteen-year-old sister Chrissie got
enemas too. Like Jim, Chrissie hated getting enemas but Mr. O'Brien thought
it was okay for girls and never objected so Chrissie was forced into it at
least once a week. Most of the time Mr. O'Brien didn't like the idea of his
wife giving enemas to Jim ("I don't know if it's decent with the boy being
so grown up") so Jim got away with it more often.

He heard his mother come in behind him and close and lock the door.

"Now we're alone," she said happily. "Nobody will interrupt us."

For a large woman in her fifties, Mrs. O'Brien still kept her attraction
for men. She had a pretty face, a very large bosom and a large jiggly
backside which many men (including her husband) still found
attractive. Even Jim felt distracted by her sometimes, which made him feel
guilty.

She was already starting to make soothing comments to Jim.

"Now I'll give you some nice warm enemas and you'll feel better."

She kept up these comments all through the session, which drove Jim crazy
because they made it sound as though she were giving an enema to a
five-year-old. Mrs. O'Brien always kept the enema apparatus ready in the
laundry room. Jim heard her filling the enema bag behind him from the
laundry sink and knew that she was adding liquid soap to it. He looked
back. She was dipping a finger in a jar of petroleum jelly.

"Now let's get into that nice bottom of yours and grease it up a bit before
you get your enema," she said.

He was really annoyed - she always seemed fascinated by Jim's backside and
made comments about it - but he obediently rolled over to his left side,
raising his right knee toward his chest.

He felt his mother's fingers curl under his topmost cheek to open him
up. His cock started to get stiff already which made him feel ashamed -
after all, it was his own mother and he wasn't supposed to get a stiff
cock! Still, to feel her fingers open up his bottom...

She poked a bit with her finger through the curly hair around Jim's pink
asshole.

"Now open up that sweet rosebud, young man," she said, "I have to get in
here."

Jim relaxed his asshole and he could feel his Mom's finger slipping inside
him! She slowly wriggled through the hair around his pink asshole and got
in just past the entrance, spreading the Vaseline inside with her finger,
speaking soothingly and telling Jim that he had such a nice bottom.

"Why, it's as nice as Chrissie's," she said. "It's nice and round, just
like a girl's. And I think it's gotten bigger!"

Jim's cock was getting harder! He hated when his mother carried on about
how nice his body was. She was always saying that his legs and thighs and
bottom were as shapely as a girl's.

Finally she withdrew. There was a pause, then Jim felt the plastic nozzle
of the enema tube! Mrs. O'Brien expertly slipped it into his asshole, then
slowly moved it deeper, moving in...  There was a pause, then a sudden rush
of warm fluid inside him. Jim moaned aloud! Slowly the warm liquid filled
him up - to the full! The thought came to Jim that Mom used the same tube
to give Chrissie enemas. His cock felt enormous beneath his bare belly!

Finally Mrs. O'Brien slipped the nozzle out and told Jim to wait a minute
before he got up. He waited, conscious of his mother staring at his bare
bottom. Finally he had to get up. Covering his huge bobbing cock with his
hands, he ran to the bathroom.

"Now don't you flush until I see it!" commanded Mrs. O'Brien cheerfully.

In the bathroom Jim sat down and within a few seconds an enormous log came
out!

He cleaned himself up, then had to stand aside shamefully covering himself
while his mother examined the toilet, praising Jim as though he were a
little kid for making such a large movement before she flushed it.

Now it was time for the second enema. Jim lay down again.

Once more Jim felt probing inside his bottom. His Mom was going to
lubricate him again with her finger! He felt a tactile sensation around his
asshole as Mrs. O'Brien pushed a bit at the entrance!

"Now open up, Jim," said Mrs. O'Brien again. "I have to get in here. You've
got to relax your pretty rosebud."

Jim relaxed his asshole and he could feel his Mom inside him again! She
slowly wriggled through the curly hair around his pink asshole and got in
just past the entrance, spreading the Vaseline inside with her finger,
speaking soothingly and complimenting Jim once more that he had such a nice
bottom.

"It's so nice and round that it just makes a body want to kiss it!" she
said enthusiastically.

Finally she withdrew. There was a pause, then Jim felt the nozzle of the
enema tube again! Mrs. O'Brien expertly slipped it into his asshole, then
slowly moved it deeper, moving in...  There was a pause, then once more a
sudden rush of warm fluid inside him. Jim moaned aloud! Slowly the warm
liquid filled him up - to the full! The thought again came to Jim that Mom
used the same tube to give Chrissie her enemas.

Finally Mrs. O'Brien withdrew and told Jim to wait a minute before he got
up. He waited, conscious of his bare bottom. His cock felt enormous beneath
his bare belly!

Finally he had to get up. Covering his bobbing cock with his hands, he ran
to the bathroom.

"Now don't you flush until I see it!" commanded Mrs. O'Brien again.

In the bathroom Jim sat down and again an enormous log came out!

He cleaned himself up, then had to stand aside shamefully while his mother
examined the toilet, praising Jim as though he were a little kid for making
such a large movement.

"What a wonderful movement!" she cried. "You're a good boy!"

She flushed and told Jim that he was a good boy and had given his mother
such nice movements and she was proud of him.

Jim knew the routine. He now had to lie down a third time while his mother
made sure that he was completely cleaned out.  This required her to dip her
finger in Vaseline and probe inside Jim's bottom, moving her finger up and
down and giving running comments as she probed.

"You naughty boy! You're always hiding your widdler! Why won't you show it
to Mommy any more?"

She moved up and down inside Jim's bottom as she spoke. Jim moaned and
began to writhe on the laundry table as her probe continued.

"Mommy always kissed your little widdler when you were a baby. Don't you
want Mommy to kiss it again?"

"Mom...please!" protested Jim. His cock was squashed under his bare belly
and he felt it wet. He was afraid he might cum right then and there!

"If you show me your widdler then Mommy could take it into her mouth!
Remember I did that when you were a little boy?"

He vaguely remembered her sucking his little cock!

She moved her finger up and down deep within his bottom!

He moaned and his cock felt as though it would burst!

If he turned over, would she...?

He was tempted!

"Oh you naughty boy!" said his mother. "I haven't seen your widdler for
ages!"

No! He wouldn't give in the temptation! He knew the door was locked and
that his father would never find out but still...

"Mom, please! Don't say things like that!"

"Oh you silly boy! It's just Mommy kissing your widdler!"

Finally she finished cleaning him out and withdrew her finger.

Suddenly he felt an enormous SPANK! His bottom jiggled all over!

He jumped and looked back at his mother with the astonished look that all
backside-slappers cherish! She must have started way up high to deliver a
spank like that. His bottom felt really sore!

Mrs. O'Brien smiled back.

When she left, Jim locked the door and began to jerk off furiously! As he
jerked off, all kinds of thoughts came into his head!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
The same nozzle had been in Chrissie's ass!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
He had a figure like a girl's!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
His mother's finger inside his asshole!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
Naked in front of his mother!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
Legs like a girl's!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
A bottom like a girl's!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
His bottom was getting bigger!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
He has large thighs like a girl's!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!

Suddenly he came, pouring into the shorts he held in his hand! Wow! The
second time today!