Best Friend's Mom

When I was 13 my buddies mom use to tell me that I gave him my cold and she had to give him an enema. She had a nice shape and I always complained about tummy aches hopping that she would give me one!

So, did she, TonyBoy?

I remember my best friend's Mother telling my Mom one afternoon that she had to give my friend a tap water enema earlier because he was complaining of an upset stomach. I listened to the conversation intently hoping to hear other info on that special enema. When Mom and I left their house Mom asked me when was the last time I had moved my bowels. I hem hawed around a bit, thought for a couple of more seconds, then said "Mom, I don't know maybe 3 days!" Mom listened and said "I don't think that is good for you. Maybe I should give you an enema like your friend's Mother gave him." I smiled, but said nothing else. In fact, nothing else was said till we got back to our house. At that time Mom again asked me a question "Are you feeling ok, son?" I said "Mom, I guess I'm feeling sort of full, but I am not hurting." Mom shook her head and dropped that conversation. The next morning, Mom came into my room early to check on me. I pretended that I wasn't feeling very good. Mom took the hint and told me that she was going to give me an enema and for me to get up and come with her. I did and she did exactly what she said, she gave me a great 2 quart tap-water enema, just like my friend's Mother had given him the day before. I guess you might say that I have my friend's Mother to thank for my good fortune.

Just the anticipation of knowing something that is very slippery, and rigid is about to invade your bottom, is a turnon in itself. Adding to knowledge you're about to feel that surge of warm, soapy water invading your bowels...not to mention all the erotic sensations that go along with the enema experience.

My best friend's mother administered the first enema "outside" mom's sphere of influence when I was about 8. And it hit me like a bomb.

The first enema that didn't taste like soap; It was a tea mixture that penetrated into the last corner of my colon, but was still not unpleasant.

The first enema series of three individual enemas that I willingly took...

I had sort of had a crush on my best friend’s mom since I was about seven years old. One day when I was about 10 years old, I was at my friend’s house for the afternoon. My friend’s younger brother loved to tease and he was teasing on this day, probably showing off because I was there. My friend finally smacked his brother who went crying to his mom. A minute later his mom came in the family room where we were playing and took my friend and marched him down the hallway to the master bedroom. She was walking very fast but my friend was able to keep up with her because she was dragging him. I watched as they entered the master bedroom and turned to the right. I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear everything because thankfully his mom left the door open, probably to add some humiliation to his lesson on not to hit his little brother. In a moment, I heard the distinct smacks of her hand on his bare bottom, probably at least 30 smacks, and my friend’s crying and pleading for her to stop. In my home, we got spanked and it was never fun. However, even at the age of 10 with my crush on my best friend’s mom, I secretly fantasized that she would take me into the master bedroom, pull down my pants, drape me over her knees, and spank my bare bottom. And I fantasized about it many times over the years.

… ...on the other hand, my mother's best friend gave me some enemas while she was there for the demonstration. As a pediatric nurse, she gave her advice and support.

Once mom visited her, I was forced to accompany her. After that, mom had to do something else that would take about two hours. During this time I was supposed to stay with Erika and mom would pick me up later.

I was always afraid of that...

As soon as she left, Erika asked me, “When was the last time you had an enema?”

...that's what I feared...

I said defiantly: “You know that from Mom! And you’ll definitely administer the last one to me right now...”

For the next 1.5 hours my colon was able to enjoy two large soap enemas and two large rinsing enemas. I took this like a man and didn't want to please her by crying and protesting...

When mom picked me up again, Erika said to her: "We did an enema and I think he needed it."

Mom just said, "Great, thanks." I was speechless and suspected that this had been arranged beforehand.

I hated “Aunt Erika”

While in 7th grade, a male classmate would sometimes say, in a very low tone, 'You need an enema'!, and I personally heard it, maybe a dozen or so times, during the school year. He never actually made eye contact with anyone, while muttering that. Although he and I were casual friends, he never elaborated as to why he would verbalize this on a regular basis. Since he lived several blocks past my home, his [very attractive] mother would pick him and his younger sister up after school. After seeing how pretty she was, I would often fantasize about her giving enemas to both of them, after school, especially after his occasional verbalized enema comments. Sometimes I could kick myself, for not following up on those comments, as they might have been a subtle hint, to engage in a conversation about enemas. Another case of 20/20 Hindsight!

I was playing with the little boy next door one day when I was about three or four years old.

We were playing in the kitchen floor with a pile of small toys. It was a cool day but warm inside and he was just wearing a pair of white training pants.

His aunt, who was watching us, was busy at the kitchen sink and would walk through the doorway, across the hall into the hall bathroom and then back into the kitchen.

On one of those trips, she bent down and scooped up my friend Jimmy and started carrying him toward the bathroom while pulling his training pants off.

Like a normal child, I stood and followed. When I got to the bathroom door, I saw his aunt sit in a chair in front of the basin sink, which was full of soapy water with a red bulb floating in it.

She turned my naked friend upside down in her lap and pinned his legs against chest. Once secure she reached for the bulb, squeezed it and filled it with the soapy water before sticking the little white nozzle in his upturned butt and gave it a squeeze.

She repeated that three or four more times before putting the bulb back in the soapy water and sitting in him on a small potty chair telling him to sit and grunt. I had had enemas from my mom so I knew what was happening and was glad it wasn’t me.

The next thing she did I had never seen.

As Jimmy sat on the potty, his aunt stood, moved the chair away from the sink and spread a towel on the bathroom floor before she started taking her clothes off.

I had never seen a naked woman and I was frozen as I stared at her huge nipples and breasts and the clump of black hair between her legs.

Without paying any attention to me, she reached into the small linen closet and brought out a red enema bag and filled it with the soapy water from the sink before hanging it on a hook on the wall.

Then she sat down on the floor on the towel before laying back and pulling her legs up against her breasts where I had a full view of her hair between her legs and her hairy pink butthole.

As she started pushing the big black nozzle into her rectum, she looked at me asking if I had ever had an enema. I know my eyes must have been as large as saucers and my mouth wide open.

Without making a sound, I nodded yes as she pushed the nozzle all the way into her bottom, pull it back out and then back into her rectum. She must have done that a half dozen times before she reached for the clamp on the hose and starting her enema.

As she watched the bag draining, she reached a finger into her black hairy patch and started rubbing. I asked what she was doing and she said she was making her enema feel better.

It was many years later when I realized she was shamelessly masturbating as I watched less than three or four feet away.

The enema continued to flow into her as she rubbed herself while watching the bag go flat. The bag was totally flat as she moaned and then stopped rubbing her hair and removed the black nozzle from her rectum before she stood and moved to sit on the commode.

As she sat, she looked at me and told me to go back into the kitchen and play while she used the toilet. Completely stunned by what I’d seen, I turned and went back to the pile of toys and played while I heard her releasing her enema and making small talk to my friend Jimmy who wanted to come play with the toys too.

I heard her tell him she needed to wipe his bottom before she redressed him. Then I heard her flush the toilet and wet a wash rag that she used to clean Jimmy’s bottom and put his training pants back on.

As he came back and sat down with me, she followed in a moment carrying her clothes. Once back in the kitchen, she made baby talk to us as she redressed.

Then she went to the kitchen sink, washed her hands and fixed us a snack with Kool-Aid. As we played and snacked she said to be good while she cleaned up the bathroom.

I assume she emptied the potty Jimmy pooped in and cleaned the enema equipment and put it away.

When she finished she came back into the kitchen and told me it was Jimmy’s nap time and I should go home. I remember her helping me put my coat on and seeing me out the door.

I never told anyone about what happened that day.

The first enema I ever received was given to me by a woman, my mother's friend, who was our neighbor. I was 3.5 years old at the time and had constipation. Mom didn't have any laxatives or suppositories. This woman came to visit us and my mother confided in her. Mom was worried and said she was in trouble.

This woman said that this problem could be easily solved. She went to her apartment and came back after a while. Then she and my mother prepared water in the kitchen. I stood in the hall and watched what they were doing. I couldn't see what they were doing, but I felt a strange uneasiness.

Then my mother took me to my room. She told me that they would pour water into my butt and it wouldn't hurt. It was then that I saw a rubber bulb for the first time.

I was a little scared, but I had nothing to say. Mom took off my pants and underwear. Then she put me on her lap. Mom held me down and the woman spread my buttocks. I felt the tip of the bulb in my anus. Then I felt the water and calmed down because it didn't hurt. As a child, no one gave me an enema except my mother. It wasn't until I was 15 that a nurse gave me an enema.

Now I sometimes imagine that I am a teenager and my neighbor is going to give me an enema. My mother is away and this procedure is necessary. The neighbor is a 30-year-old woman and very attractive. I'm 15 years old and I'm embarrassed by the offer of an enema.

The woman takes me to her apartment and starts preparing water for the enema. She reassures me and tells me there is nothing to be afraid of. She says she often takes enemas herself. I say I'm embarrassed to undress in front of her. I say that I am no longer a child and I am ashamed to show myself undressed. The woman smiles and says that she has already given enemas to adult men. She fills the bag with water and tells me to go to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she hangs the bag and puts on rubber gloves. She says he will see soon whether I am a man or a child. She instructs me to strip naked. I'm very embarrassed, but I undress obediently. Naked, I have to stand in front of her. She looks at my genitals with a smile. She says I'm almost a man now. Then he says that in a moment he will get to know me a little more deeply. He rubs his finger with Vaseline. She instructs me to take the knee-to-chest position. Then I feel him insert a slick, gloved finger into my rectum.

When I was 10 years old and staying at my best friend's home for a weekend while my parents were away his Mom gave me a 1:2:3 enema of Epsom Salts, Glycerin and hot water with a bulb syringe because I was constipated after we'd spent a week at a Boy Scout Camp. While we were there I'd gotten constipated after a few days and the camp nurse gave me several doses of Castor Oil and a hot soapsuds enema using a Higginson Syringe, but by the end of the week I was constipated again. When I woke up Saturday morning I had a stomach ache so my friend's Mom gave me the same kind of enema she gave her kids. That night at bedtime she also gave all of us a dose of Milk of Magnesia which she did every Saturday night to keep her kids regular.

I had some friends growing up, who had a mom that was dreamy. It was literally just two of them, but I was in my early teens, and I would get hard, every time I saw them. I believe that one of them actually took her own temperature rectally, because I saw a thermometer and a jar of Vaseline on her nightstand.

JJM she may have been tracking her basal metabolism to know when she ovulated.