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I'm a freshman in college now. Since it's not far from home, I commute every day, cycling home after evening self-study. My relationship with my mom has reached the point where we can talk about anything; our daily lives are like a couple in a sibling-like relationship. I even remember her menstrual cycle dates. My dad is three years older than my mom and is almost always away on business trips—shipping goods, chasing payments—his body, worn down by smoking and drinking, can hardly satisfy my mom's burgeoning sexual desires. Unfortunately, he's always busy with work and hasn't considered these things at all.

Actually, my mom has a repressed, almost masochistic streak, and she even has masochistic tendencies in her blood. I gradually discovered this during our subsequent sexual encounters, and my mom herself admitted it.

One day, I was watching Hotkinkyjo's new film online when my mom walked past me. It was the first time she'd seen an anus the size of a fist, wide open and unable to close. She covered her mouth in shock, speechless with astonishment.

At that moment, I sensed she was incredibly excited. During our lovemaking, she showed unprecedented initiative and passion, allowing me to manipulate her into many positions she usually wouldn't. After I ejaculated, Mom asked me, "Is that video real? How come it's so big?" "Of course it's real! With training and development, it will become like that. Mom, do you want to try it?

Hehe."

"Get lost. How can you talk to your mother like that? Isn't it dangerous?" I felt excited after hearing this; it turned out Mom had this kind of fetish. Later, Mom told me that when she was little, she often secretly picked at her anus with her fingers, and once even inserted a bamboo stick inside, but after seeing blood on the stick, she was scared and never dared to do it again. Today, seeing this video made her inexplicably very aroused. I thought to myself, "My God, a bamboo stick, with so many barbs, it would be strange if it didn't cut her."

I took Mom online to look at many articles about anal sex, anal torture, anal dilation, etc. She read them very excitedly and seriously, like she had found a beloved toy that she had lost for a long time.

She went to the pharmacy and got two of the largest syringes. It was my first time giving her an enema, and our first time trying anal sex. Her body trembled throughout the entire process, especially when she bent over for me to give her the enema; her legs shook uncontrollably. She said it was even more stimulating than the first time I raped her in the bathroom.

From then on, my mother became obsessed with enemas and anal sex. We bought a ball-type enema kit, a silicone double-headed enema tube, anal plugs, and other sex toys on Taobao and put them in a special box in my room.

My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, my penis inserted into her vagina, and I carried her upturned buttocks with both hands as we walked back and forth in the living room and other rooms, thrusting in and out of her tight, moist cavity. My mother had one arm around my neck and the other hand holding the dildo inserted in her anus, gently moving it in and out. I would occasionally lower my head and bite her nipple, eliciting soft moans from her. Gradually, she increased the force of her thrusting with the dildo. I knew Mom was getting aroused. I kissed her lips, and she responded passionately, our tongues intertwining. I also increased the force of my thrusting.

Suddenly, Mom let out a loud moan, her right hand frantically and rapidly thrusting the dildo into her anus. I quickly resumed my vigorous thrusting. "Mom, are you coming?" "Mmm, I'm going to cum! I can't take it anymore, give it to me!" I felt Mom's vagina tightening, gripping me so tightly. Suddenly, she arched her back, and a gush of intense vaginal fluid spurted out, soaking my entire waist and flowing down my legs onto the floor. Mom had squirted, and so much of it! I thrust harder, and the vaginal fluid continued to gush out, forming a large puddle on the floor.

After a while, Mom finally pulled the dildo out of her anus. "Yangyang, did you cum?" "Almost!" I pressed her back against the wall and thrust hard for a while, ejaculating my hot semen deep into Mom's body. Mom got down and used her mouth to clean the remaining semen and fluid from my penis, humming as she sucked. She said she felt like she was going to die. I saw the puddle of vaginal fluid on the floor and pressed Mom's head down, saying, "Bitch, lick up the cum that's squirting out of your cunt!" Mom's body suddenly trembled again; this was the first time I had called her a bitch.

She looked up and rolled her eyes at me, seeing my penis still erect, and resignedly licked the vaginal fluid off the floor with her little tongue.

I got home from evening self-study on Saturday at 9:30. Mom was lying lazily on the sofa watching the TV series "Rules Before Divorce." She was wearing a light white silk nightgown, her body barely concealed. "Hehe, Mom, are you trying to seduce me on purpose? You're dressed so sexily, and you're not even wearing underwear." I said, reaching into my mother's vagina, only to be slapped away in fright. "Go, go wash your hands, you're filthy, you'll get a gynecological infection." I went to the bathroom and called to my mother, "Mom, give me an enema!" Now my mother has developed a habit of getting warm water enemas every morning and evening, twice a day without fail. Although the internet says that too frequent enemas can disrupt the gut flora and cause constipation, my mother says she's not afraid, not even afraid of dying. She just can't resist the feeling of being filled with water and then letting it flow out.

For the sake of convenience, we don't use enema kits anymore, neither bulb nor tube types. We bought a straight stainless steel nozzle on Taobao, 2.5 cm in diameter and 18 cm long, with a spray hole on one side of the front. After adjusting the water temperature and flow rate, we slowly insert it into the anus, which is very convenient. My mother came in naked and naturally knelt on the soft mat in the bathroom, her neck pressed to the ground and her buttocks raised high. I slowly inserted the nozzle of the enema stick. Because of the lubrication from the warm water and my recent experience with anal sex, it went in easily, all the way in.

I slapped my mother's buttocks, and she twisted and turned to let the water flow deep into her large intestine. One hand was also kneading her abdomen counterclockwise, which was the course of her large intestine in the pelvic cavity. After about a minute, my mother's lower abdomen bulged slightly. "I can't take it anymore, it's full." I turned off the water, but I didn't pull out the nozzle to let my mother release the water. It was inserted into my mother's rectum like an anal plug. "Okay, I turned off the water. Hold it for a while. Today I'm going to train your enema limit. Keep kneading your stomach." To make it easier for my mother to endure, I put on a pornographic film on my phone, and we watched it together. Five minutes later, Mom didn't feel the bloating anymore, so I turned on the water valve again and injected water for a little while longer. When Mom felt she couldn't bear it anymore, she turned it off. This was repeated five times. Mom was covered in sweat, and her stomach was swollen like she was six months pregnant.

Clear water overflowed from the edge of the nozzle. I could only have Mom block it with her hand. "I can't take it anymore, this time it's real, it feels like I'm going to explode." I knew Mom had this masochistic tendency, and after this period of development, this tendency had become more severe, even to the point of cruelty and death. Under intense sadistic stimulation, Mom would disregard everything, but I couldn't bear to see Mom suffer even the slightest harm. I stopped injecting warm water, but I didn't let Mom loosen her hand blocking her anus. I knew that if she let go, the nozzle would be forced out. I went to the living room, turned on the stereo, and played some soothing music to help Mom relax. I knew that the extreme bloating would lessen as the water was absorbed, but the waves of cramping and the urgent need to defecate were the most agonizing thing for Mom to endure.

Mom had finished watching the 50-minute film. "I don't feel so bloated anymore, but I feel like I'm going to throw up. Won't all this water go back into my stomach?" "No, there's a valve in your small intestine to prevent backflow. Didn't you learn physiology? The human body is amazing. Can you stand up and walk?" Mom carefully stood up. Because the nozzle was tightened by the two streams after she stood up, she was free to use her hands. She gently stroked her swollen lower abdomen and said, "It feels like I'm carrying a little brother for you." "I don't want you to carry a little brother for me. I want you to give me a beautiful daughter, someone who can call you Mom and Grandma." Mom murmured and kissed my lips passionately. She was moved.

I took a basin and let Mom empty her bladder into it. The moment she squatted down, the nozzle shot out, and a jet of water like a high-pressure hose sprayed into the basin. Because she had just had an enema that morning, there was no stool, just warm water. Only towards the end did some light yellow and light white residue come out. When Mom finally relaxed, we stared blankly at the basin that was more than half full of liquid. "Mom, this must be 5000cc, right?"

"The book says the maximum enema volume shouldn't exceed 2500cc, right? How can someone so petite have such a large capacity? How big are your intestines?" Mom playfully kicked me lightly. "It's all to satisfy you, you little devil! I'm risking my life, and you're laughing at me." I hugged Mom tightly, French kissing her and feeling her warmth. We did two more enemas until only clear water came out.

[The End]

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