Suppositories | Seen an adult receive a suppo…

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Has anyone ever seen an adult receive a suppository.

I was 9 when my aunt was over to visit us. It about 9 in the morning when my aunt stopped over to visit. I had just received a glycerin suppository that morning. As mom and my aunt chatted over coffee my mom mentioned that she had given me a suppository earlier. My aunt then commented that she could use one because she hadn't gone for a while.

Mom replied that she would give her one if she wanted. My ears perked up when my aunt replied that would be fine. They drank coffee a few more minutes when my mom told my aunt that she thought it would be a good idea to give her a soap stick as they were very dependable. Mom then walked over to the cupboard drawer and took out a small knife. Mom then walked to the bathroom and returned with a family sized bar of Ivory soap. I watched as mom opened the wrapper and began cutting a piece of soap length wise. After the piece was cut it was about as big as mom's little finger and four inches long.

Mom then turned to sink and began running water over the stick to smooth all the edges. As mom was smoothing the soap stick my aunt commeted that the soap stick looked awfully large. Mom told her not worry that she was going to give it to her in a special way.

After the soap was smooth she told my aunt to go into the bedroom and remove her pants and panties that she would join her shortly.

Aunt left and mom filled a glass of water and placed the soap stick in the glass. I watched as mom carried the glass to the bedroom.

A minute or so later I decided to see if I could see anything and headed toward the bedroom where I found the door only partially closed. As I looked in I saw my aunt naked from the waist down placing herself in a knee chest position. This was the first time I saw an adult naked from the waist.

As my aunt took the position her buttocks was exposed to me. I watched intently as mom took the soap stick out of the water and turned to my aunt. As mom spread my aunt's cheek apart mom told her to relax. I saw my aunt's brown anus as mom placed the tip of the soft soap stick against her anus. Mom held it there for a moment then slowly slid it into her rectum. I heard my aunt give out a soft moan as the stick slowly slid into her. Mom stopped the insertion an inch from complete insertion and held it into her for minute. My aunt said she felt like it was working. I then saw mom withdraw the stick but not fully and start to slowly reinsert it. Mom kept the in and out motion of the soap stick for 10 minutes when my aunt said she really had to go. I then saw mom slowly push the stick into her rectum fowllowed by her finger.

A few minutes later I left and could hear my aunt in the bathroom expelling the contents of her bowels. It sounded like she was constipated.

I still remember that event.

Suppoforfun

I didn't see it, but I was very close. I was about 9-10 years old when my father was prescribed rectal suppositories, among many other medications. I don't remember what he was ill with, but it was most likely something to do with his "male health."

And you'll be surprised, but it was my mother who inserted him these suppositories! This happened several evenings in a row, and I remember that on the first evening, I hoped that my parents wouldn't close the door to their bedroom while my father was undergoing this treatment (after all, I was in another room anyway). This meant that I might be able to secretly spy on them (for example, "accidentally" passing by their bedroom, pretending I didn't know what they were doing there). But my hopes were dashed - they closed the door tightly every time they went to do it.

It's funny, but one day I finally couldn't resist asking my mother why she was inserting suppositories into my father herself. After all, it seems that adults can and should do this themselves. She replied: "Because your father is a big child, dear. He can't even take a pill on his own!"

There was a fair amount of truth in this. Oddly enough, my father still has a very melancholic attitude toward any medical procedures and is somewhat afraid of doctors.