It's somewhat different when you are a grown woman opposed to a child getting an enema from her mother. There i was preparing my own enema but when i was a child mom was the boss and i'd be laying there with my bottom beginning to TWITCH!
I could feel myself breathing very heavy.
When i do it myself i always use the bathroom floor but i didn't want to do that and i had decided before hand to hang it from the ceiling fan directly over our bed.
So when i was ready i took it to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes, stood on the bed and hung it there at the right height. Then my last dilemma was what about clothes? As much as i would have LOVED to be stripped naked i couldn't do that i had to pretend it was a medical thing.
I took off my skirt and pantyhose and left my panties on and my bra and blouse and took a large bath towel and wrapped it around my waist. The sight of my face in the mirror was beet red!
Then i went to the head of the stairs and called, "MOM!"
I don't know if it was my imagination or not but as she started up the stairs she had a "glow" about her and a look of determination about her.
I told her i had everything all ready and is she sure she didn't mind.
Then she said, "brenda, don't be silly of course i don't. I'm glad to be of help and besides god knows how many enemas i have given to you in the past." she laughed.
As we walked into the bedroom the sight of that enema bag hanging over the bed sent something through my body.
I handed mom the jar of Vaseline and told her I'll be right out of the bathroom as i had to pee. It's a good thing too I was WET! I wiped myself completely dry before returning.
Mom said, "Are you ready?"
I sat on the bed then laid down and rolled over on my tummy and opened the towel so i was laying on it then slid my panties down my bottom and with my HEART POUNDING, down my thighs.
Laying there in front of mom with my bottom exposed like when i was a child had my mind scrambling around.
Mom must have said it two or three times do you want to insert it yourself or do you want me to do it.
She must have noticed my nervousness because she started to calm me down very comfortingly telling me, "Relax, just relax, Brenda, take it easy we'll get this over with. You just tell me when it starts to get uncomfortable and I'll stop. You're all tense, try to relax."
Then i felt her hand on my ass and in a slight second my cheeks were apart and the nozzle went in so gently but so fast!
I remembered when i was a child mom was always so gentle. When i got my temperature taken it was always so gentle and quick and before i knew it the thermometer was up my rectum.
I told her and she released the clamp and I soon felt the warm solution going in me.
As always it felt so warm and good (at first!)
I wanted to look back but i just couldn't and layed there with my head turned the opposite way and my legs together.and periodically telling mom to stop for a minute.
I have to say mom was absolutely wonderful she made me so comfortable about it.
You are right. Mom's will always be moms.
I wanted to really give into the enema but i didn't I stayed there in control a little squirming as i began to fill up and some "OOOOHHHH's and AAAAHHH's"
Mom always has some humor and in the middle of this says, "Brenda, I hate to say this but the last time i did this your backside was a LOT SMALLER"
I asked a couple of times, "How much more?"
She's just say, "Only a little it's almost done. Just relax stay there just a minute."
Then it ended and i was ready to burst.
I heard mom say, "Hold still I'm going to take out the nozzle. Are you ready?"
The nozzle was out and i pulled the towel around me and headed to the bathroom.
Sitting on the bowl i heard mom yell that she was going downstairs.
When i finished my mind was racing like mad. I locked the bathroom door, threw a couple of towels on the floor, kicked off my panties and laid down on the floor on my tummy and began to masturbate rubbing my clitoris and moving my hips around wildly and then I EXPLODED!
I had to get myself together. I took down the enema bag and took a shower and finally went back down stairs.
I felt like i was afraid to look at mom as she asked, "How are you now?"
I told her, "God, what a relief!"
She laughed and said, "Maybe now you'll lay off the chocolate!"
Not another word was said the rest of the time she was here but for some reason i think mom kind of enjoyed giving me that enema. She seemed to have that look in her eye for a couple of days later when we looked at each other and the few glimpses i got of her she that afternoon she had this glow and her cheeks seemed a little flushed.
Somehow i don't think this is the end of it. At least i HOPE not and perhaps i can manipulate similar circumstances in the future.
Unfortunately, I won't see them again until July or August when they come up for a few weeks.
I realize now that i will feel comfortable discussing an enema in the future with mom.
It never discussing giving an enema to the kids with mom but i would never up until now talk about myself needing one..
The only thing is i feel guilty the way i descitfully got her to give me an enema. I feel naughty about it and feel i deserve a good old fashioned spanking on my bare ass so i can't sit for a few days!