Marshmallow Enema for a Naughty Boy

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Mommy has a special story to tell you, one about my little who's been aching for a Mommy nurse who knows exactly how to take care of her sweet boy, in all the ways he secretly craves. That fantasy he loves for me to do, The cool chill of the alcohol swab, the thrill of surrender as I slip on my gloves. he's already squirming, Let me tell you exactly how it felt for him.

First, I'll have him strip down completely and lie back on my exam table. The paper crinkles under bare skin as I lean over him. My stethoscope is cold against his bare chest at first, but it warms up as I listen to that racing heart. that's how I know he's excited, and that's exactly what Mommy wants. My gloved hands will trail over his body with a possessive tenderness that makes him shiver. I'll check every inch, murmuring reassurances as I go. he'll feel so exposed, so vulnerable, and that's when I'll see it: that telltale twitch between those legs. Mommy sees everything, baby. Especially that.

I'll have him roll onto his side, facing away from me. the sound of the snap of latex fills the room as I pull on fresh gloves, and then the distinctive click of the lubricant bottle. The cool slickness against that tight little entrance that makes him gasp around my fingers. I work him open slowly at first, with just one finger. feeling the stretch, the burn, the incredible fullness. Then I'll add a second, and he'll moan. "That's it, baby," I coo, "let Mommy in." I'll keep going until he's taking in three fingers, until he's loose and ready for what comes next. he always knows what's coming when it's his time with me, but. he still trembles with anticipation everytime.

The enema nozzle slides in smoothly, all the way to the hilt. i'll hear him whimper when he feels it seat itself deep inside. Then the flow starts: a warm, relentless pressure that fills him up inch by inch. It's overwhelming. It's intoxicating. he'll feel it pooling in the lower part of his belly, the feeling is heavy and so deliciously full. Mommy knows how much he can take, baby. She knows exactly how long to keep filling until he's right on the edge. That's when I'll finally let him release it, all of it, all while I stroke his hair and tell him what a good boy he is. he'll always be left flushed and shaking and utterly spent. And then? I'll hold him close and tell him to call me whenever he needs that special medicine again.