Can you (do you really want to) picture your parents

I wonder if the way I picture things is unusual. Obviously I enjoy enemas or I would not be writing this, and it strikes me as kind of neat that my parents might have enjoyed them also. I guess I'll never know for sure, but its not an unpleasant picture to visualize them enjoying some watery recreation. Either giving or receiving each other seems like something I would not be to shocked to happen onto. Oh the other hand, I am the living proof that they had conventional P in V sex, and that is something that I just don't want to visualize! Grandparents would be even worse. There is absolutely nothing wrong with either fantasy, but they surely don't fit the same way in my brain. Anyone else have a thought ...or am I just one more point of wierd?

I guess I had trained myself not to think about such things and now you’ve put them in my head. Maybe if I stick a nozzle in each ear I can get those thoughts out.

Seriously, I liked your somewhat weird (that’s how it’s spelled) post.

Keep it flowing,

Bill

I remember my parents as older adults in their 50’s and 60’s. Theywe’re both in their forties when the accident happened …. “Me!!! They slept in separate bedrooms. So my vision of them having sex (if I had one) would be two older, out of shape people trying to get it on! No thanks!

My father was in his late 70's when he was in the hospital. I was there when they were getting ready to release him. They went over his medication list and one of the items they listed was Viagra as needed. My only thought was "This is GREAT. I am really glad they might still be doing it."

Mr Peacock, I agree! I actually had a similar experience when Dad's granddaughters were going through some jewelry that he wanted them to have when he was gone. At some point he had apparently dropped some Viagra tabs in the jewelry box, and they were making jokes about it. My thought was simply "glad for you ... go for it!" Whats a bit difficult for me is the mental picture of it happening. It's just a place my brain doesn't want to go. He made 100 years, and while I'm still 20+ years shy of that record, I doubt anyone would want to make an erotic film about my bedroom adventures. I'm pretty sure it won't get more attractive in whatever years I might have left. So I'll just continue with my image of myself at 20 and hope to miss out on what we actually look like. ,,,and the image of the parents ....likewise x 2.

Mom gave me enemas from age 9 to 13. I discovered some weeks or months after mine started that mom also gave dad enemas (or at least he took them himself.) I never saw them occur, but figured it out from evidence that was left behind. I knew he wasn't getting enemas as frequently as I was (one or two a week the first year or so). I'd guess his were roughly monthly. Was dad on this hands and knees as I was? Did my starting enemas rekindle an interest in dad or had they been going on long before I started?

What about my mom, did she take enemas? Did dad give them?

I can kind of picture my dad in a knees/elbows position (as I was) with mom standing over him holding the bag. If mom took enemas I'd guess she would have been on her side with dad maybe standing over her holding the bag.

Growing up, my siblings and I never saw our parents give each other and enema. However, we did overhear grandma giving mom an enema a few times. Then once grandma taught her two younger daughters personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas as preteens. They were giving the responsibility for our evening bath, including enemas and occasionally spankings. I was six years old when that happened and the older of the girls was twelve. Being more like siblings than aunts, whenever they gave us enemas before our evening bath, they were included. As we got older, it was routine that we all gave one another enemas.

After I was married and my wife and I had kids of our own. We didn’t hide our enema usage from them, because we want them to feel comfortable about the procedure when they needed one. Their pediatrician didn’t believe in Laxatives for children under age 18. Hence, he prescribed enemas in place of oral or rectal laxatives. So, whenever one or both needed an enema, depending on the circumstances, either one or both of us took care of it.

Maybe this is why I believed in the stork until I was 22!