Remember Mom Giving ... Ever Wish You Could Ask Her For One Again ?

My last one was at age 15 with her the most memorable with the Jones Can, you see in my pic. Mom gave me a 1.5 qt soapy one, then a rinse. The rinse was a full can, I remember her asking if she could give me some more water, after the can full. This felt so good. She wanted to make sure I was full she said. How I remember this one so vividly.

This is the same can. I am older 😃 and when I was 30 I wanted to ask her if she would help me, but never had the nerve. She has passed, and was a great mother, a great nurse etc. Oh How I wished I would have, but wondered if she would think I was weird.

If I ever received an enema from my mom I was too young to remember it but ive read countless times how it was moms who got people started so im sure there are many opinions on this one.To me it just seems embarrassing and downrightt wrong and not in a fun and exciting embarrassing way but in a horrible and very wrong way like the thought of doing anything sexual woth her would feel.The idea of it seems uncomfortable for me to ponder actually,its like trying to picture her giving me a BJ,I just dont want the image in my mind.Maybe id feel diff rent if I had fond memories from my youth but as a fully grown man this just grosses me out,they are too linked to being something sexual in my mind,but thats just me.

I don't know why I enjoy enemas because when I was young I had a constipation problem and hated to get an enema.

Sometime in my early teen years I suddenly seemed to enjoy them and sometimes would experience an erection when my mother gave me an enema. At about 15 my mother told me that if I was constipated I was old enough to give myself an enema because I think she was embarrassed when I became erect. I soon discovered that not only did I become erect but that my erection became covered in precum although at the time I did not know the significance of what was happening. I soon learned from friends how to masturbate and the rest is history. From then until I was married when ever I was home from college I would give myself an enema followed by masturbating to an explosive ejaculation. Usually the ejaculations associated with an enema were more intense than the ejaculations I had when at college in my dorm room. Today when my wife gives me an enema I become extremely aroused and have an intense ejaculation when we make love.

I got enemas from mom from about 5 to mid teens. There was always fear mixed with excitement. I never had the nerve to ask her for one, but I frequently faked a bellyache or constipation to get her to volunteer to get out the trusty enema bag and give me a bag of soapsuds. I always protested but never too much that I wouldn't get the enema.

My attitude toward enemas was bittersweet enough as preteen that I wouldn't ask Mom for a cleaning out more often than the two or three per year she gave me up to age 12, although I really could have used a couple more. Mom did give me two large enemas when I was bedridden with pneumonia and was too sick to argue against them. I do wish I had asked for one, even indirectly by complaining of stomach ache, constipation, etc.

Did others' mom act surprised when asked for one directly?

As I have reported in other blogs, I did get my last enema from my Mom at age 60+. As a youth, while recovering from a Mastoid operation at about age 13 or 14 Mom said that I could do the enema that I needed myself and brought me home a red rubber 34Fr catheter. (She was working at a Medical supply house at the time.)

There were a couple of other opportunities where I needed one and she offered butt I declined until the last one where I agreed.

It was great; we talked about my youth and the many times that she had to clean me out. --it was wonderful.

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My aunt was always there to help my mother with any enemas. They made me believe this was a serious life saving procedure and I was too young to think anything different. They were very critical about everything, position, water temperature, possible solutions and so on.

Now looking back I think they both enjoyed what they were doing. I don't know if I should be angry for the unneccessary fear or be thankful that they showed me how to possibly save lives and have fun in the process.

I began solo at about age 12. Mom had stopped giving me enemas a couple of years earlier. As a teen i began to equate enemas and sexuality in my fantasy life, generally including a Mom treatment while masturbating. Although I was cautious I had the feeling that She knew I was using her red open top, douce nozzle attached. A bar of ivory was usually in the bag. Mom was a frequent taker.

One of my current fantasies is to be home from college and complain of a belly ache. Mom suggests an enema and after some feigned objections i agree. The insertion and her demands I "take the whole bag" are still very exciting.

The session ends with her noticing my erection and her suggestion I "take care of myself" with her present. Shes ays this will help me hold the enema longer.

Hi,

My mother never gave me an enema, although I wish she had. What was strange was that she had an enema set in her closet. Being a nosy teen, I found it and self-administer. Trouble occured when one night, she worked nights, I self-administered and left the equipment to dry on the floor of the bathroom and then proceeded to fall asleep without putting it away!! Naturally she saw it. She was rather upset. At first I told the truth that I wanted to try it but she didn't want to hear that so I then lied and said I'd seen a mouse near it. That she accepted (we had mice at the time). Why a parent wants a lie when the truth is preferable, I'll never understand.

Dave

Hi mom started giving me enemas around 3 yrs old with bulb i like them from the start she was always in bra and panties when giving .She gave till i was 15 yrs old at 12 bought me my own 3 qt bag . She had my older sisater also give me many enemas when she started working .Would love for eather to give to me now Bob

I will never in my life be able to put into words the pure excitement I felt when I was a small child called into the bathroom to receive an enema at the hands of my mother. I was, and still am for that matter, a pretty chatty person, but when my mother would call em into the bathroom the conversations was minimal and every time I would feel like my heart was in my throat and my heart would be pounding, while I draped myself over her lap to receive my enema with a red rubber bulb syringe. The feelings I experienced were definitely sexual, but I would not recognize that for many more years. I still love receiving (and giving) an enema, but I will never be able to match the pure raw excitement I felt in those early years draped over my mother's knees.

Mom has been gone since '87. Being a nurse were medicinal, mostly.

My 1st memory was being on my stomach, turned my head, she said:

"I thought you liked them", was either inserting the nozzle or giving me an enema. Them? How Many??? Wish I had photos or films, also sis got them. Father was amature photog, searched for any photos, nope.

Found 2 negatives in a wooden box with others of parents, "having sex".

Were these using an enema bag? I would like to know about how much one can take-two or three quarts? Thanks for any input.

For those missing mom, try the hydro madam in new york at times square She'll play along and make it work for you

My mother taught me a lot about enemas. Everything from the different kinds of solutions, the delivery method (from a douche nozzle on the end of a 1-1/2 qt feminine syringe to a 4 qt colon tube high enema), to why an enema caused boys to get erections. I let her know from the outset (age 😎 that I loved it when she gave me enemas, and she encouraged me to just ask if I felt I "needed" one. She died when I was in my early 20's, but to this day, I dream of those days when if i said "mommy, I think I need an enema", I would soon be naked on her bed having a nice, slow enema.

I loved my mother and the enemas she gave me.

when I was younger I thought they where very yeuccie but then I enjoyed them.

once I turned down an enema I really should have taken it for that was when I was a little older and I think about that day often

Not surprising to see the number of responses to this question from our male members (myself included).

Pleasantly surprised to see responses from some of our female members as well (thanks to itsmehere for your input).

Doubtful that all of our mothers shared the same motivation when enemas were delivered, but interesting that the final outcome was so similar for those of us on the receiving end.

Always a pleasure to hear from all of you. Your contributions to the forum keep this site alive and well.

Never did like getting enemas from my mother. My aunt gave me one and that was quite enjoyable.

Way back when enemas were the thing. I heard the Dr. say to mom, give him a good enema. That was trouble, they were the worst, and mom had an excuse to give me a big enema. With moms regular enemas, I would beg and plead to stop. She would usually say I'll stop you had enough. Not this time, there would be no stopping. In no time I faced a very large enema bag." On your hands and knees it all has to go in. As the enema flowed in I soon became so full. Mommy please stop it hurts so bad. " I would like to stop, but Dr. says it all has to go in, so your going to get it all thats in the bag, and I did. Dam that doctor

My mom was very good at giving us enemas. If she felt that any of us kids needed a good cleaning out then that was exactly what we got. Her enemas never failed to provide results and I still can vividly remember lying over her lap as the soapy water flowed into me and I would beg to be let go to expel. That would never happen until she was certain that I had taken enough and held it to allow it to work, but then, oh boy. Now I have to admit that I much prefer my wife giving me an enema than going back to relive those of my youth. There is a difference.

Yes i do

I do not remember the first enema my mom gave me, but I sure do remember the last one! I was working as a truck driver at the time and was returning to the East after delivering a load of boats to the West Coast. My routine consisted of drive, sleep, eat breakfast, drive, sleep, eat breakfast, etc, etc. As I was near her home I decided to give her a surprise visit. As I have told elsewhere, she was an enthusiastic enema user (several times a week) and her bag lived on the back of the bathroom door. By the time I got to her home, I was in real NEED of relief and knew that the bag would be in its usual place and I'd be able to grab it without being noticed. Boy, was I surprised when it wasn't there. Well as I was well into adulthood, I was very embarrassed to ask her for her bag so I just sat there for a while doing my best to get relief. No luck! It wasn't too long before she was knocking on the bathroom door wanting to know "if I was OK" . Well, I wasn't, and said so as I opened the door a bit. There she was, enema bag already in her hands. She knew what I needed (and wanted) and figured out that I might not want to ask for it. I started to protest, but by that time she was already in the little bathroom, bending over the tub filling her trusty amber latex bag. I just sat there and watched, expecting her to put the full bag on the hook over the toilet and leave. It didn't happen quite that way. After filling she asked me how bad I was and I had to tell her that it had been the better part of a week since my last BM. Without hesitation she told me to get up and get down in the tub and get on my side. She proceeded to give a very warm and very soapy enema. As the bag emptied, she told me to "stay put" and roll over on my back as she refilled the bag and continued filling me, telling me to take all I could as the days and the driving had really gotten me "all stove up". The pressure of all that warm water also had its effect on my manhood, and rolling over on my back exposed a very distented erection, (much to my embarrassment). She didn't pay any attention to it but did help me up out of the tub. Thankfully, she left me alone as I relieved my overfilled belly. After about half an hour, she was back and refilled the bag again, this time with plain water with a little salt. She had me get back it the tub, this time on my knees with my head down. The clean clear water was a welcome relief from the cramping soapy water but I was very surprised that it made me cramp up all over again. That was the last time she had a chance to "mother" me as she passed away shortly thereafter. Never have I appreciated an enema more than that one.

No. I have many fond memories of enema sessions in the bathroom with mom, but have no desire for her to administer to me as an adult. The role-play enema sessions I experienced with a co-worker years ago, or the "treatment session" enemas my wife used to give me, are the ones I wish I could have again.

Remember some very well, yes. Ask her for one, no. She was too clinical about it, still I began to love the feelings but I never let her know that. Used the family enema things in private.

I remember my mom asking the doctor if I needed an enema to reduce a fever. She was a big believer in enemas. I can recall how she would fill the bag, have me lie on the bed and then lift my legs up and stick the nozzle in while holding the bag and my legs high. It didn't take long to empty the bag. I could hardly hold it, but she wanted me to hold it as long as possible. It's probably what gave me the passion for enemas today.

Mom always gave me enemas from a 1qt. Jones Irrigator can with a long red smooth rubber hose with rolled ends and a black hard rubber adult nozzle. I always assumed the position leaning over the toilet my head against the toilet tank and resting on my folded arms on the closed toilet seat. In this position I could see the hose between my legs and I could watch it sway from Moms movement and by twitching. Mom held the can in her left hand. noy very high, and held the nozzle in place with her right and I could feel the soft rolled end against my anus and her hand against my right cheek. This was great as I knew that that hose was delivering that nice warm enema into my body.. When the enema was over I could see the shiny dripping black nozzle exiting my body. Mom always told me to hold it as long as I could. I stood up lifted the seat turned around sat down and released. Mom never pressed the hold time issue and in a while she was back for the next and later another. The first enema was, sometimes was not fun but the next 2 were enjoyable. I never told Mom thank you and I feel bad about that. I don't think she ever took an enema but she was a good giver..

My mom was the greatest, she didn't work and was very kind. She must have had a constipation problem because if she didn't get an enema from Dad, she took a laxative, My dad worked in a factory and did three shifts, so he wasn't always available. The enamel can and hose were always dring on the sink ledge. I don't know how she knew, but occasionally she would say "You need an enema" Shoe would put the rubber sheet on the bed in my dark bedroom. I got many, facedown but never liked them because I would :leak" later while out playing/ My fetish with enemas began when I was 37. As she was elderly and didn't drive, I took her out once a week. At one point, when I was 38 and horny for an enema and a bag available, I told her I was constipated and she offered to give me the enema. I refused, because of embarrassment but sorry to this day that I refused her kind offer

Things were different in my family, mom so enjoyed giving enemas we rarely had to ask, but she was always willing to give.

Yes I do. I so much miss my Mothers and my Aunt Cathy's TLC enema giving.

I married when I was 21 and my Mother gave me soapsuds and saline rinse enemas the morning before the wedding.

Both she and my aunt gave them to me, at my request, for years after I married.

Although my husband Marvin is a wonderful gentle caring enema giver, about once or twice a month, when he was traveling on business I needed that special touch from either or both of them. No I wasn't necessarily constipated and that didn't matter. Sometimes I go over to my mothers for breakfast, my aunt was usually there too, and request an enema before eating and Mom would say" that's best, you always take a better enema on an empty tummy". Then the three of us would go to the bathroom and I'd undress as Mom prepared a soapy enema in a 2-quart bag with a douche nozzle. My aunt would hold the bag while Mom gave it and we'd chat about various things.

Eventually, usually when the bag was about 1/2 empty the enema would begin providing the "additional benefits" we all know happens, but the conversation would go on between them as though nothing was happening. I in turn would be lying there emitting soft throaty sounds and sighs as the crescendo of tingles built up within me, masturbation would com later

When the bag emptied, Mom would ask if I wanted the nozzle left in to help me hold the enema better, which I always did. Then as they were leaving I was advised to hold the enema as long as I could and; "To let it do its work and to just let nature take its course".

After I finished and joined them for breakfast I'd be ask if the enema took care of my needs and I'd tell them it had. After breakfast we'd always return to the bathroom. My aunt would be in charge of giving me a saline rinse using a 2-quart can, which Mom held, my aunt would fully insert an 18-inch rectal tube, that I really enjoyed the feel of going in and coming out.

Marlene

My mom gave me enemas into early adulthood . When I came home from our state university on weekends or during semesters ,

my mom had changed her ' I'm going to give you ...... ' directive when I was at home from childhood thru high school to a comment of ' would like me to give you ........ ' which I always answered in the affirmative . She knew that the stress of university life coupled with the fast food diet and long hours of study left ' her boy ' with a bit of a constipation issue which it did . We always ' enemaed ' at some point in time when I was home thru my graduate school years . We would sometimes discuss her giving me an enema(s) over the telephone prior to me leaving the campus to return the three hour drive to our home . I have had a very good and lucrative professional career away from my hometown but the memories of my mother and her ever so well administered enemas , and all that the ' scene ' involved , are forever etched in my mind and heart . Mom passed away many years ago but as to the question..... of ' Ever wish you could ask her for one again ' ........ I would answer as in a resounding ' yes ' ....and knowing full well that her dear heart and soul would say ' yes .... my boy .. a good enema will be just the thing ............. let's get ready ' as from late youth I was very interactive with her as to my pending enema as in I assisted her in the solution prep and the filling and assembly of the enema syringe as well ........... then ......... my bottom was hers !!! .......... Thanks mom !!! For these well remembered enemas and all the other things you did me to make me a successful adult ........ I love you .