Rebeccah and her mother have an argument

You open your eyes to see Rebeccah's mother looking into your face. Her heart shaped face, pale skin, red lips, dark hair. Perfectly applied makup. You realize you are a little smitten with her. You are in love with Rebeccah, of course, but you can't help but have a crush on her mother.

"Wake up, Sweet Boy," she says, caressing your cheek. She pulls down the covers and helps you sit up. The routine is starting to feel normal already. You know you are headed for your morning enema and a bath. you see Rebeccah is here though, leaning on the doorframe. They are both still dressed in their sheer night clothes.

"I don't see why I should go," says Rebeccah to her mother, now leaning on the bathroom doorframe with her arms crossed defiantly. Her mother is pulls out my plug and puts it in the sink before answering.

"Because he is a senior co-worker and you can't just turn him down flat," Her mother says matter-of-factly as she finishes filling the enema bag. "You have to put in a little effort. I know how important your career is to you, and it could be very limiting if you insult him."

What are they talking about? You are so confused. You decide to keep quiet for the moment and see if you can catch up. Besides, Rebeccah's mother just pushed the enima nozzle into your rectum and now she's squeezing the bag.

"But I'm not interested in him, and besides I'm engaged to be married!" Rebeccah huffs.

"Don't take that tone with me, young lady," says Rebeccah's mother, giving her a warning look. "It's been months since I've had to spank you, and I'm grateful you've been so obedient, but banish any idea that you are above all that now."

Months? Rebecca's face goes bright red and she looks at the floor.

"Yes, mommy," she says, all defiance gone from her voice and posture.

You evacuate your bowels and they act like you aren't even in the room. Rebeccah's mother is already refilling the bag.

"Is he not attractive?" asks Rebeccah's mother, and Rebeccah seems to blush even more.

"No, mommy," she says. "He's very attractive, I guess. He's just sort of overconfident, and sometimes a little rude."

"So he's not the type of man you marry," says Rebeccah's mother gently, as she squeezes the enema bag again. "Sweet Boy is the kind you want to marry. He'll always love you no matter what and be completely devoted to you. Isn't that right, Sweet Boy?"

You've pieced together what they are talking about at this point and you feel a big lump forming in your throat as you evacuate a second time. Rebeccah's mother helps you into the hot bath and you feel a tear trickle down your cheek.

"Ohh, none of that now," says Rebeccah's mother affectionately, as she wipes your tear with her thumb. "You don't have a thing to worry about. Rebeccah will always come home to you."

You look up and Rebeccah is looking at you miserably.

"Of course I will," she says. "Always."

"Besides," continues, Rebeccah's mother. "I will keep you company while Rebeccah is on her date. We'll be having so much fun, you'll hardly know she's gone."

You are really unhappy about all of this, but you know better than to speak up, so you stand in the tub and allow her to shave you.

"You hardly have any hair on your body," she says, as she holds your soft penis between her thumb and forefinger so she can shave underneath it. "Lets make sure we get every bit of it."

This time she goes over your entire body, shaving your armpits and whatever scant hair is growing on your face, arms, legs and chest.

"Why don't you give me a moment alone with Sweet Boy," says Rebeccah's mother, and Rebeccah nods and leaves.

She dries you with a warm towel and leads you back into your room.

On the changing table, she starts to diaper you and gets as far as sliding your plug into your little hole, but then stops.

"Maybe we should let you air out down here," she muses, flipping your soft nub of a penis back and forth with the edge of her index finger. "We don't want you to get a rash."

She goes to your chest of drawers and finds a baby blue teeshirt with a teddy bear on the front.

"I know you aren't happy about Rebecca going out on a date with that man," she says, as she pulls the shirt over your head. "But it's important that she keeps everyone at work happy. It's a man's world, and sometimes a woman has to use her charms to get a leg up."

"Also," she continues, "it's important to understand your role in a relationship. My husband was like you. He was the sweetest, most loyal person I ever met. All he wanted was for me to be happy, just like I know you want Rebeccah to be happy. He wasn't interested in other women, and I don't think you are either. Well, aside from me, but it's normal to love your mommy."

"Anyway, women are different and it took me a while to realize that. Without attention from more than one man, she will start to feel unhappy and unattractive, and going on this date will make her feel happy and attractive. Don't let her attitude tell you otherwise."

"Sweet Boy," she says, taking your chin gently in her hand, "It's just one single date. If you let her know you are okay that she is going, it will be a huge relief to her. She doesn't like your feelings being hurt. Will you do that?"

You find yourself nodding, and then she is smiling broadly showing her dimples. She helps you off the changing table.

"I'm going to get dressed," she says. "Why don't you go find Rebeccah and have a talk with her. And remember, I'm trusting you to not have an accident while you are airing out."

You find yourself knocking on Rebeccah's bedroom door, feeling self conscious because, aside from your plug, you are naked from the waist down.