My Mom was an RN and she was an enema pro.
All during the 50s and 60s, enemas were an almost daily occurrence for us five children. I didn’t like being the victim of the bag when I was small but a one-time event I observed was the beginning of my love of enema play.
A lady in our neighborhood came to Mom to get a series of shots in her butt. Each Monday for a series of weeks, she showed up with a vial of thick medicine and a long, thick needle and syringe for her shot.
I was able to crawl in the bottom of Mom’s closet from another room and watch as Mom filled the syringe with the awful looking medicine. Then the patient lady would pull her skirt up, pull her white granny panties down and lie over a bed for her shot.
It took several minutes to inject the thick medicine and the lady would often say, “Ouch. That stuff hurts. My hip is on fire.”
Mom would console her says she knew it hurt because the medicine was so thick and the injection took minutes to complete.
On this particular Monday, I was in our yard playing when I saw the shot lady arrive and was greeted by Mom. Knowing what was going to happen, I quietly sneaked in our back door and slowly took my usual place in the pile of clothes on the closet floor.
Mom and the lady were chatting while Mom retrieved our bottle of alcohol and bag of cotton balls. Then the doorbell rang. Mom excused herself to answer the door.
Mom came back with another neighbor lady who was carrying a brown paper sack. The shot lady and bag lady knew each other from the neighborhood and warmly greeted each other with a hug.
Mom explained to the bag lady that she was preparing an injection for the shot lady, and explained to the shot lady that the bag lady had come to get a series of enemas.
The shot lady said she didn’t mind if the bag lady stayed while she took her medication. The bag lady said, “Oh don’t mind me, I’ll just keep myself busy preparing my first enema.”
With that Mom began preparing the shot and the lady, who was wearing slacks that day, pulled her pants down and then her panties before lying across Mom’s bed.
While that was happening, the other lady retrieved her red enema bag and jar of Vaseline from her sack and headed to the bathroom to prepare her first warm, soapy enema.
As Mom was swabbing the lady’s hip with the alcohol cotton ball, she told the enema lady that there was a bar of Ivory soap on the basin.
With that, Mom turned her attention back to the shot lady and deftly jabbed the long needle in the lady’s hip. The lady on the bed had had a number of children and her bottom was massive to me and I didn’t realize until years later that the ripples in her cheeks was cellulite.
As Mom began slowly pushing the plunger, the other lady reappeared carrying her bulging enema bag and hung it on Dad’s hat rack. Mom told the lady the shot was going to take a few minutes.
The enema lady said no problem that she had made the enema extra warm because she knew Mom would be busy with the shot.
The lady getting the shot made her usual comments about the painful shot. The enema lady said she felt sorry for her before turning back toward her enema bag where she started removing her shorts and panties.
I noticed she had a thick blonde bush of pubic hair which she didn’t try to obscure in any way. The lady getting the shot, while still in pain, looked at the half naked blonde and said she would trade places with her.
The enema lady laughed and said no thank you. My enemas don’t hurt and I enjoy them. I wouldn’t enjoy that painful injection.
About that time, Mom was through with the shot, withdrew the needle and rubbed the lady’s hip with the cotton ball.
I could see a mound on the lady’s hip where the thick medicine had been injected. Mom told her to lie still a few minutes while her muscle absorbed the medicine.
The shot lady retained her position with her naked bottom bare for everyone to see while Mom walked over to the other lady who had watched the injection as she was naked from the waist down.
Mom opened a drawer in her dresser looking for something. In a moment, she pulled out a box of rubber gloves. She told the enema lady to lie down on her stomach.
She assumed the position on the other bed and spread her legs. Mom pulled on a glove, got the Vaseline and dug out a glob with her index finger.
Mom told the lady to spread her cheeks. With both hands the lady spread her hips fully as Mom smeared Vaseline on her anus and then pushed her finger into the lady’s rectum saying she was lubing her and checking her rectum for any stool or blockage.
The lady didn’t seem to mind as I noticed her hips rise to meet Mom’s finger as it slid in and out a few times to spread the jelly.
By now the shot lady was sitting up, watching and said, “That looks like it feels better than my shot.”
The enema lady agreed saying Mom was a great nurse. Mom told her thank you as she pulled her finger from the lady’s ass and reached for the black nozzle and smeared so Vaseline on it.
Mom told her patient to relax, to hold her cheeks apart and she would insert the nozzle. The lady indeed pulled her cheeks wide apart and lifted her hips up in the air to meet the nozzle.
Mom gently pushed the bulb of the douche nozzle past the lady’s sphincter muscles and in and out several times before she started probing for her sigmoid opening and fully seating the nozzle to its hilt.
Mom asked her patient if she was ready. She said yes and Mom opened the clamp.
By now the shot lady had walked over to the action and asked Mom several questions about the enema procedures.
Even though the shot lady was still naked from the waist down, she stood comfortably listening to Mom explain. The shot lady then said she could probably benefit from a round of enemas too.
The lady getting the enema piped up saying she definitely would feel better if she took a series.
As the bag when empty, Mom closed the clamp and told her patient to lie still for few minutes to let the enema work.
While she did, the shot lady asked more questions about taking enemas when one wasn’t constipated. Mom did her best to explain the benefits of cleaning her bowels on a schedule.
The enema lady also offered her testimony noting she felt so much better after her treatments and enjoyed a sense of euphoria for a couple of hours following her enemas.
The shot lady said she was convinced she should try a series if Mom had the time. Mom assured her she did.
Now the wait time was up and Mom slowly removed the nozzle from the blonde’s shapely butt. The lady pulled herself up into a standing position and showed the shot lady her tummy full of enema.
The shot lady touched her stomach with both hands and commented on its firmness. With that the blonde waddled to the bathroom, shut the door and began to empty her bowels.
In the meantime, Mom took the enema bag from the hat tree, saying she would prepare a nice enema for the shot lady as soon as the blonde came out of the bathroom.
In a few minutes, the blonde came out saying how much she enjoyed her first enema. Mom asked if she would wait for her second bag while she gave the shot lady a bag. She said of course, no problem.
Mom went to work cleaning the nozzle and mixing another enema. When Mom came out, the blonde, still nude from the waist down, said she would hold the bag while the shot lady got her enema.
Mom nodded agreement, handed the bag and nozzle to the blonde and reached for a clean glove. The shot lady, a brunette, also had a thick, full bush of pubic hair but she also had a lot of hair around her anus. From my vantage point, I could clearly see it.
Mom told her to get on the bed on her knees and put her shoulders on the bed. The shot lady hesitated for a moment probably thinking how exposed all her lady parts would be to both Mom and the blonde who was holding the full bag.
Mom sensing her hesitation, told her that she would need a more thorough exam before her first enema and Mom would need to familiarize herself with her anatomical differences if she was to be able to find her sigmoid to fully inset the nozzle.
With that, she assumed the position and Mom went to work greasing her anus, probing her rectum and gently stretching her sphincter muscles, which Mom explained as she worked.
The lady admitted Mom’s finger felt good and she could understand the advantages of the preparations.
The blonde handed Mom the nozzle and Mom gently worked it into the patient’s rectum and seated it in her sigmoid.
Mom patted the lady’s big soft hip and asked if she was ready to start her enema. With her agreement, Mom opened the clamp to a slow flow and gently wiggled the nozzle to distract the lady from the pressure that would begin building in her gut.
The lady told Mom the sensations she was feeling in her bottom was beginning to cause arousal and she had never experienced like that.
The blonde holding the bag piped up saying she occasionally had the same feelings and she would massage her clitoris and labia while the enema filled her.
The shot lady asked Mom if that was a normal reaction. Mom assured her it was so the patient put her hand up to her pubic hair. It was years later that I realized she was masturbating as a result of the feelings she was getting from the enema.
When the bag was empty, Mom closed the clamp, hung the empty bag on the hat rack and told her patient she could lie down during her wait time.
When her wait was up, Mom and the blonde helped her up and all three admired her bulging tummy before she waddled to the toilet to release her enema.
While she was releasing, the blonde told Mom she was feeling hot from her enema and felt she would be more comfortable if she stripped completely. Mom assured her that would be ok and that the lady in the bathroom might feel the same way when she rejoined them.
So the blonde lady stripped off her blouse and bra and revealed what I would come to know as the body of a goddess. Her breasts were large, firm, perfectly shaped and they had large, dark protruding nipples.
I was feeling a strange tickle in my shorts as the shot lady emerged from the toilet. She saw the blonde’s full nudity saying she was hot too and immediately took her blouse and bra off.
Now I saw the difference between women’s bodies. Her breasts were saggers, almost down to her waist and her tummy was not totally flat even though she had emptied her bowels.
While I was grabbing my crotch with my hand, the blonde took the enema bag off the hat rack and went to mix a second soapy enema for herself.
Mom asked the now naked shot lady how she felt. She said her tummy felt good and very empty. Mom said she would give her a rinse enema to be sure the soap was completely out of her but she could help with the blonde’s second soapy enema and learn about how to give them to herself.
The blonde reappeared with the fully bulging bag and handed it to her naked friend. Mom was putting on another glove as the blonde laid herself on the bed on her back and raised her legs back fully, which revealed her vulva and swollen labia as well as her pink anus.
The shot lady looked closely and made the comment that her friend’s lady parts looked extremely happy. Mom spoke up saying such physical reactions to enemas were natural.
Mom gouged out another finger of Vaseline and began lubing the blonde’s anus, rectum and massaging her sphincter muscles as she explained to the shot lady.
Then she took the nozzle, smeared it with vaseline and began feeding it into her patient’s bottom. With the nozzle fully seated, Mom began the flow again and reached down to massage the blonde’s stomach counter clockwise to help move the enema higher into her descending colon.
The lady holding the bag couldn’t help but notice the blonde’s clitoris getting larger and her labia getting wetter. She asked the blonde if the enema was causing her arousal.
The blonde said yes and reached for her clitoris. She rubbed herself with her eyes closed until she had taken all the enema. Mom explained to the shot lady just what sensations the blonde was experiencing and that it was totally normal.
Then the shot lady said she was having some of the same feelings just watching the blonde. Mom told her that was normal stimulus.
Soon the blonde’s wait time was over. Mom removed the nozzle and the blonde headed back to the toilet.
While she was emptying, the shot lady admitted to Mom that the feelings she had while watching the blonde masturbate made her extremely uncomfortable. She said she had never seen another woman masturbate and she was shocked at her reaction. Mom told her not to worry unless she took further steps with the blonde.
Shortly, the blonde came from the bathroom holding her stomach saying she felt better than she could remember from previous enema series. Mom told her that two women getting enemas together was the new dynamic causing feelings for both women.
While I was completely struck by what I was watching, I was getting tired of lying on the lumpy clothes so I quietly crawled out and went outside to play.
I’m assuming the women finished up with their rinse enemas, got redressed and went their separate ways.
I hoped I’d get more chances to watch my Mom’s nursing skills with neighborhood ladies.