The younger days

I really have to ask this and I don"t know if anybody has asked this but have you ever wanted to go back to your child hood days when you got your enemas from your mom.

I loved those days and I think about them every day as well as dreaming about them alot.

I feel that that was the most intament moments that where spent with my mom and I really enjoyed them even though I fused so mom didn't know.

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My most enjoyed enemas came over moms knee. I frequently yearn to return to those halcyon days for a little while. (just long enough for another enema)

No question..over Moms lap waiting for the insertion..and then the click..and the warm flow of Ivory water..Still thriling and very erotic

Aside from later adult, sexual intimacies with my late wife, perhaps the most cherished moments of my entire life.

"Go in the bathroom, Walter, and wait for a few minutes. I have to give you an enema." Watching Mom prepare the enema, Taking my pants and shorts down, for the trip over her lap. The well lubed, old red rubber bulb tip entering me. The return to the warm kitchen later for a hug. Walt

I wouldn't say it at the time ,when given the can of Ivory was bittersweet at best, but I'd love now to have the experience again.

It would nice to be young again and know what I know now. The golden age of enemas was a wonder time for me and people with the same interests. It would be great to go back in time and have Mom and Dad both share in the enema sessions.

It is so great to know that I am not alone, my mom took so much care and love in taking care of us and making sure we were comforitable.

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Yes, if only knew then what i know now. wouldn't have felt so perverted all those years not knowing how many people share my love of enemas. thanks to all.

Would love to get a warm over the lap enema, one of my fondest memories of my youth. Any providers?

I never got one enema from my mom because I was admitted to the Childrens Hospital In Boston at age two, then transfered to The N.E. Peabody Home For Crippled Children in Newton,Ma a couple months later. And that's where my wonderful life of enemas began. Yes, I would love to relive those good 'ol days for a little while, especially when the new nurses came in to practice their enema skills on my butt. It was a sad day when I was released at age fourteen.

Two months ago I had a reunion in Newton, Ma with some of the patients of the home after sixty years of leaving there.

I remember gettine enemas from the school nurse in my younger days.

My most enjoyabel enemas were over Mom's knee with 2 quarts of a hot ivory soap enema! I wish I could get one now!!!

I certainly wouldn't want to go back to those days - I relive them too much as it is, through my daughter's bowel problems and through my occasional sleeping or waking flashbacks!

AH, the click. Then mom would ask "are you getting any? Are you getting filled up?" Finally she would click the clamp again to close it.

She would say "Hold it a bit longer! You must hold it for it to work!"

Finally she would say "you can let go now".

WOW! What memories.

I loved mom, but feared and hated the soapy enemas that she gave me.

From today's perspective, I would like to go back to those times and have them all again...

...I think you go crazy as you get older...🤔😎

I loved mom, but feared and hated the soapy enemas that she gave me.

From today's perspective, I would like to go back to those times and have them all again...

...I think you go crazy as you get older...🤔😎

Yes, the enemas from your mother must be memoriable !! - I would think, that she would be proud, to hear this nowadays !!

As to going back in time for the enema memories, why not as those were our formative years and all of us here formed the same desires. I don't remember mom giving me enemas until I had my first remembered enema which was very traumatic at 5 YO from a nurse prior to tonsillectomy. I watched the nurse put water in a can with a red hose attached. Never having had any enema that I remembered until then, I had no idea what she was doing but when she tried to insert the nozzle in my butt I freaked! But once the water started I was hooked! I say remembered because after telling my older sister (2 years older) about what I experienced in the hospital she told me mom gave us enemas using the red "squeeze thing" on us when I was little but I don't remember those. I do remember finding and using it later. It was a few months after the hospital experience before mom gave me another enema using an open top bag and hose but this time I was ready and willing! By then I knew a little more about enemas from discussions with Tess who liked to think of herself as an expert on enemas especially since she saw me getting them while I was too young to remember. She said I never cried but did grunt a lot especially after the third or fourth squirt! It was those discussions that led us to our enema play as we grew up until puberty interrupted our enema play.

LostInThe50s

Wow! This is one the oldest threads I seen, started 2010.06.15, and the OP is still here and active! I'm not sure I would like to go back to my younger days; but it's thanks to the fetishes imparted in those younger years; I've had many, many hours of enjoyment in adult life.

Regarding enemas - I liked the bulb enemas I got from mom from as early as I can remember and by time my sister and I were six and eight we started giving ourselves and each other small enemas when playing in the bathtub because they just felt so good. And I remember my first bag enema when I was ten just like it was yesterday. Even though it was more water in my skinny belly than ever before, I knew I had to do that again. All of this led me to a long life of giving myself lots and lots of enemas just because I like it. But, even though I had a very good childhood, without major drama or significant negative events, I would not want to do it again.

I've mentioned in threads about the super strong bulb enemas I was given. For some reason when I finally was graduated to the bag, my enemas stopped. I wonder why that was.

I hated those days, not that many but they are bad memories. I was held down, on my parents bed, prone, my pajamas pulled down and the small enema nozzle forced in. If I only knew that beginning as a teenager I would sneak and enjoy enemas. Masterbation came later. The hoseman, love the hose

I can't believe I've found this post I thought I was an rare case I have a story that went on for 8 years I am going to post the whole story this weekend it will take a minute for me to type it out I'm tingling with excitement

If I had the chance to go back to the beginning again, I would love to experience two moments again.

The first would be when my mom gave me my first enema. I got it when I secretly watched my older brother's loud enema session and was caught. According to Mom, this shouldn't be a punishment. She just wanted to show me that my brother's protests and screaming were nonsensical. She couldn't really convince me, but I felt somehow good afterwards.

The second was the moment when I received my first rubber bag when I was about 8. This was a little over half full, but looked threatening from the outside.

So far I had only been given bulbs, but now the soap solution slowly ran into me without interruption. That was different.

These moments stayed with me...

I'd love to go back to those days! Usually got enemas OTK with a bulb...Also love to relive the days when mom would give me a suppository when I was sick. though I would usually put up a fuss, The whole procedure was very gentle from the time she walked into my room until she completed the task and pulled up my PJ's. Remember it like it was yesterday!

I was never given enemas when I was a boy. After reading all of your experiences, I wish I had.

At the time when given enemas by my parents I was terrified and it was very traumatic for me... As I over the years process all these enema memories I start to understand just how caring of my parents to care for me so deeply that they had to make sure I went BMs. They did something so intimate and helped me to understand why they had to do enemas on me. Even if I was not a happy camper I could feel my moms caring to care so deep it went to the level of a bodily function like this... Ones that remember it know this I think... Its difficult to come up with words to describe this... Its a mix of emotions...