Did mom know enemas were sexually stimulating you?

This topic may have been covered more or less in other threads, but I wanted to specifically ask the question again.

For children who were given regular enemas, did your adult enema giver (parent, grand parent, etc.) see that you were being sexually aroused when given enemas?

If so, did the giver say anything? What was their reaction? Did you continue getting enemas for a period of time after the sexual arousal was noticed?

As for my adult enema giver, the giver was always my Mother with the exception of a time or two when the giver would be my grandmother, Mom’s mother.

Both Mom and grandmother knew that enemas stimulated me sexually… and that I truly did enjoy taking them.

Grandma never mentioned it but my Mother often said “Mike, I will never understand why you like taking these things so much! What is it that you like?“

Well, I had a standard answer to her… “Everything!”

I think my mother knew, she told me once not to worry about it , that it was a normal reaction for some boys. I

was always in bed lying on my stomach, with a soft towel under me. I left a lot of wet spots on those towels over the years.

From the many enemas she gave me.

This was brought up before. I freaked my sister out. I told her she was always wet when she returned after her bath and enema. She asked me if I thought mom could tell. I said probably. It is natural. She never masturbated while getting her enemas from mom but thought about masturbating as soon as she got back to our room.

No. As a kid the few enemas I got were not sexually stimulating to me - perhaps my mom got off on giving them though.

At 5-6 and a limp dick, probably not. It was when I learned to like these and sporting a hard-on getting off of her lap, maybe. She used to supervise me expelling while “ cleaning up ”. If she didn't like the results, another enema came. I remember having a hard-on waiting for her.

In my head I thought it was obvious, i felt really wet and had feeling clit and labia were encouraged but really it didn't show as much as I worried in my head.

I'm sure giver knew though and looking back I was less subtle then I thought going back to my room and masterbating.

Only once did my Mom mention anything. It was around maybe 7 or 8 years old, I would lie on my back on the bathroom floor for my enemas. My little dick would be stiff and it felt weird but I had no clue what a hard on was. One time I was especially stiff and she said “stop that, that is nasty”! I honestly said “stop what”? I was not doing anything it just happened. She never mentioned it again, but every enema, I was stiff.

I got stiffy too, but nothing said. Having to point your stiffy into the bowl might have been a clue for Moms. Mine had to check my contents, so it was there as I stood up. Being told that a rinse enema was needed, didn't help.

My siblings an I started getting enemas together around age five from mom. We also received enemas from grandma and moms two teenage sisters, however, those enemas were given primarily in private, but not always. By age seven both my brother an I were getting a hard-on every time we got an enema and it wasn’t missed by our sister. She said something about it one day when mom was giving us a couple of enemas laying face up together and mom replied, “that’s normal for little boys, they can’t control it.” By age eight, whenever my brother an I heard the word “enema” we got a hard-on. When we spent four to six weeks at grandmas each summer, she gave the job of giving us enemas to moms teenage sisters. The only thing I remember them saying about us getting a hard-on was, “I see you’re enjoying your enema.” An occasionally tickling our tummies, making us laugh. Sometimes both girls helped give us enemas before our showers, especially when we were all together. Like us, they got totally undressed, because they always got in the large shower with us. Allowing my sibling an I to pick up on how much both girls liked their enemas, as well as giving them to us. The funny thing about that was, our mom hated getting an enema, and her two sisters liked their enemas as much as we did.

Did mom, grandma, an our aunts know enemas were sexual? Sure they did, that’s why our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene as preteens an enemas became our responsibility afterwards. Conversation or talk about sex in the late fifties was taboo, but conversation or talk about enemas in the fifties wasn’t.

Unfortanetely my mom stopped to give me enemas before I have started to enjoy them but she recognoize my erection very often during other occasions. I am curious if she know it today.

As I've written in other threads, I'm certain my uncontrollable erections from mom's enema ritual during my preteen years was the deciding factor for her to have me begin self-administration. Only one time did she ever refer to my erection, and from what I recall it was not sexual in nature. Self administration allowed me uninhibited opportunities to explore the sexually stimulating aspect of enemas, eventually leading to the discovery of masturbation and that strong and prolonged enema induced orgasm. During those years mom would prepare everything for me and would tell me to take my time and give myself a real good enema before leaving me alone in the bathroom with the door closed. I like to believe she knew exactly what was going on in the bathroom after she left but I'll never know for sure. What I did observe is when it was time for an enema for either mom or dad, they would be in the bathroom together for a long time. As I got older I suspected there was more than just cleansing going on.

My sisters and I certainly enjoyed most enemas and we masturbated while retaining them which made retention easier and more pleasureable. They would moan and often end with an orgasm. Mom not only knew but also enjoyed her enemas.

She had to know. But she never said a word.

I was bouncing on the toilet seat and crying out in moans. It turns me on now remembering how wonderful it felt.

How could they not know after all they took enemas as well the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. If it feels good to you then why would it be different for them….Sainthood I guess😂

I imagine an rrection and dripping precum would be an indication if the receiver was in the right position.

Mu mom didn't figure it out until I ejaculated on the bed when I was 14. Enemas stopped after that. I asked my mom what the White stuff was because it wasn't pee. I was freaked out.. she told me to go talk to dad, who changed the subject.

I imagine an erection and dripping precum would be an indication if the receiver was in the right position.

My mom didn't figure it out until I ejaculated on the bed during an enema when I was 14. I felt the feeling but didn't know what was happening until it happened. Enemas stopped after that. I asked my mom what the white stuff was because it knew it wasn't pee. I was freaked out.. she told me to go talk to dad, who changed the subject. I was MUCH older before it happened again. I was in my bunk in the AirForce masturbating. My roommate was sleeping above me when it happened.

Must of known as erect and girls got wet as filling

It's my thought (not experience, parents didn't give enemas), that every parent knew. Many probably suppressed it, based on the mistaken idea that arousal was a bad thing. Can't see a cock “rising to the occasion?” Can't see a vagina dripping? Oh, PLEASE! Sorry, it just seems incredible to me, in the dictionary meaning of that term. Arousal is good. It's how we got here.

Actually I hated getting enemas I would cry and fuss all the time….funny thing is at age 11 or 12 my regular enemas suddenly stopped….after a few months I started craving them and slowly started sneaking them on my own…..I now wonder if my mom knew what I was doing I'm sure she noticed her enema bag left wet and dripping…..I wonder what she thought and if she was happy

I only received enemas from my mom until around age 5. I remember them well and the great feeling as she filled my bowels with a few squirts from the red enema bulb with the thin nozzle. Why she quit giving them was likely to my not needing the constipating oral medication that I required for anemia.

I do not think that she knew that I was beginning to enjoy them. What ever it was, it had planted a kinky little seed. By age 11 I began sneaking enemas using the douche bulb I found in the bathroom closet. Many after school masturbation sessions were accompanied by enemas with that bulb with the thick black bake light nozzle.

After mom gave me a bag full & i got on the commode to expell my dick was so hard i couldnt bend it down between my knees,mom said just let it stick straight up and if my sisters had to get in bathroom for some reason (and they had many) i would cover with a hand towel!

At age five was going to the hospital the next day to have my removed. The doctor ordered enemas till clear. This was my first

Experience with an enema bag. My mom told me I was going to get a lot of enemas, and for me to let her know when the water brown. There was a series of taking as much as I could hold.on about my third enema, my penis tingled and became hard. I asked my mom why my penis was so hard, she said it was the water pressure from the enema. That day learned the sexual excitement of enemas I knew nothing about sex and l learned to like a series of enemas.

I got enemas well into my teens, the enemas got bigger and so did my penis. Mom never made a big deal about it it was normal for boys to get erections. and never to hide my enlarged cock. In my early teen years I was sporting five to six inches, so yes mom knew was being sexually stimulated, My penis started getting hard when was told would be betting an enema.

I really cannot say with any real conviction, however if an aching hard stiffy projecting from my pyjamas following a soapy enema is any indication then she would've undoubtedly noticed the after effect, yet made no remarks as to my condition.

As most males would know it's pretty difficult trying to conceal a tentpole bobbing about in your pants.There's almost no point attempting to hide or hold it down as it just springs right back

Then there's the possibility of a wet patch emerging, a sure sign you've blown a nut.

Out on the farm with hot summer Saturdays, we gathered by the cow watering tank, with no indoor toilet nor water heater and took family baths. Mom warmed a tub of well water and they brought it out for us to enjoy. We were already splashing in the cow tank when they brought it out. Continuing to hold our breath and swim under water, we learned we could see under water. Next thing we knew, they were playing their own little game too. Dad was showing off his swollen tummy and sporting a wrinkled white brazier, for mom's amusement. We could tell they were excited and joined the enthusiasm, splashing around and asked to be bigged like daddy.

Lots of beer was special for them and we learned times were easy when they drank it. We each got some warm water in the butt for the fun of it and pretended we were bigged like daddy, just for mamma to admire. These special times were a summer treat amidst lots of real work. By age 4 we had regular responsibilities that needed rewards and by age 7 we were regular farm hands. An enema with love and kisses was kindly enjoyed by all.

Punishment was a belt on the fanny. When daddy was gone, she might have a heart to comfort us as best she could. I remember getting an enema boner and she patted it saying, “Aww it's so cute. Does it feel good?” But when i was about to start high school, it was over. She let me know i was becoming an adult and needed to learn an adult's life. We left the farm that same summer too.

Those were tough times, but with lots of fond, loving memories. I was the oldest of 4 kids and strangely they are all gone now. The first leave was just a year younger n me and died because of the Democrat's shameful Vietnam waste.

(& so …. they are shaming us again, as usual)

Mom gave me enemas only rarely when I was growing up, and I don’t remember being sexually stimulated by any of them. Maybe it was because I didn’t like getting them, and my brain never made the sexual connection.

As we know, there is a path of nerves linking our colon and brain, and for some reason mine did not become “excited” until I was 22. I nearly climaxed while being given an enema by a 23-year-old female RN, and it was a life-changing surprise. The nurse was very professional and could tell what was happening. She quietly assured me that my feelings were normal and “just go with it.”

However, as I have experienced through the years, enemas can be stimulating and enjoyable beyond words — or sometimes not at all. We are very complex beings.

Enemas from mom stopped when I was around 10 or 11, I believe because she new i was starting to enjoy them.

Like someone else mentioned here my dick was so hard I had to lean forward to get it to go in the toilet, she never ever mentioned anything about it but the enemas just stopped.

@Vicki_V said,

Mom gave me enemas only rarely when I was growing up, and I don’t remember being sexually stimulated by any of them. Maybe it was because I didn’t like getting them, and my brain never made the sexual connection.

My siblings an I got enemas as far back as I can remember and we all liked getting them. Speaking for myself, enemas always felt good, hurt, strange, naughty, and made my penis get an erection all at the same time. As a young kid it was hard to put into words, but as a young teenager, it all fell into place one afternoon while my sister was giving me an enema using a curved douche nozzle. Even though, she was younger than me, it had already fallen in place for her. And she let me know it, in her own devious way.

@Vicki_V for some reason mine did not become “excited” until I was 22. I nearly climaxed while being given an enema by a 23-year-old female RN, and it was a life-changing surprise.

Interesting to read that you became excited by enemas later in life at 22 since most seem to discover their love of enemas around puberty or before. I did a search for a thread about at what age did enemas become sexual and found: https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=1128879 I see you posted there at #23

Never having enemas as a child my explorations began at seventeen and were always solo. An age of discovery and it was a whole lot of fun❤🚀😛😜