Moms and Enemas

When I was young, I was always getting an enema from my mother. She was an RN. Enemas were good for whatever was ailing you.

She would use the Vaseline, lube me internally, then lube the red rubber rectal tube and insert. Two quart, warm soapy enemas.

After expelling, she sometimes would ask if I wanted another. Yes, I am sure she enjoyed giving enemas.

I have often wondered about this one. Mother was always very no nonsense and in charge, but she was gentle and loving also. I think she just felt that my enemas were a motherly duty, that all little boys needed them. Enema time was a bit of a ritual, stripping me naked first thing, then a temp, then taken by the hand to her bathroom where i watched the somewhat drawn out process of her getting everything ready for me.

As to my mother ' enjoying ' giving me enemas when I was living at home the answer is yes as we discussed our enema arraignment , her give and I receive , as I matured . I do know that mom did give my dad an enema or two , perhaps more , in our home . Mom was more focused on me as in giving the home enema and it from her ' TLC technique ' that I became fond of the activity . My mother also seemed to have a certain fondness for the enema herself in that she soloed and / or was ' given ' enemas by other female relatives and friends who visited our home for just that purpose . Sometimes her enema activity was by invitation as in prearranged via a telephone as to her need or in the context of ……..' oh , while you are here … do you think you could give me …. ??? ' which was a question often asked by my mother of my grandmothers and a few very close female friends . She also reciprocated in the enema as to ' giving ' for them as required . I recall as a youngster bundling up to travel with her across town on several occasions where we went to an older lady's home and as we traveled she would quickly indicate in our conversation …… ' and while we are visiting ……' I will be giving ' Mrs. ……… ' an enema . '

She loved giving me enemas! I know she enjoyed taking them herself, but I rather doubt that she gave enemas to my father.

Although they kept their enemas private from my sister and me, I am more than certain that both enjoyed enemas and the play associated with it. Sometimes little ears can hear things through closed doors!!! lol Denise

Although I never discussed it with her, I think the real enjoyment my Mom got out of giving me enemas was knowing that I would feel better afterward. And I always did. My Mom is now 95 years old and sadly is in a state of decline. She was pretty good up until this year but she fell and broke her femur a couple of month back and that began the decline of her health. I have many fond memories of my Mom, the way she used to be before falling, and this site just gives me one more pleasant reminder of her loving, caring self.

It is clear to me I got too many enemas I didn't need because my mother enjoyed giving them. Some might call it molestation. But my mother wasn't alone, the woman across the street was giving her daughter as many as I was getting... sometimes we even got them together.

Another clue, it was a secret kept from my father, although my grandmother was also complicit, and I think she had given mum enough to get her hooked.

One odd thing, if I asked for an enema I was scolded, but it didn't take much to recognise the cues I could give that would almost always result in an enema. There had to be justification.

How do I feel about it? Well enemas give me great pleasure, and like being gay, it is a part of my life I don't want to change and probably couldn't change.

Both my mother and father grew up in households where enemas were the go-to remedy for whatever ailed you. As I grew up, enemas were as common as aspirin in our house as a cure. I do believe my mother felt a real sense of responsibility to see we were healthy and a 'good enema' was part of what kept you healthy.

My father died when I was very young, and I think this just intensified my mother's efforts to keep us healthy. I think she did derive pleasure in giving that 'good enema' since she often commented about how good I would feel once I was really cleaned out - since she said she always felt a lot better after an enema. The subject came up often in conversations with her sisters and they all seemed very comfortable discussing the subject - even with enthusiasm.

I don't know if she gave enemas to my father, but I would assume 'yes' given both their family histories. I know she gave her second husband enemas because she told my bride how he had bowel problems and that she would often have to give him a big soapy enema.

When she went into long-term care, we found a number of enema bags, hoses, nozzles and a porcelain irrigator in her stuff, along with treatment slips from doctor's visits - several of them prescribing enemas for her or one of us. I assume she continued the enema habit right up until dementia robbed her of her abilities.

As to the first part of this thread, my answer as to mom's affinity for giving me an enema would be a 'yes'.

As I matured we had conversations from time to time on the subject of my enemas. Interesting that my mother was curious as what my perceptions and feelings were when it was just 'she, I and it was enema time'.

She was very nurturing and caring as to administration and later I discovered that she had an 'affinity' as well for personal enemas whether self administered or more often administered to her by other female friends and relatives in our home.

I do not know if a condition of 'constipation' initiated her enemas as much as was her enjoyment of the procedure. Anyway…… she transmitted her love of the enema as to a health consideration which over time became erotic for both of us along to me. I say 'erotic' because it was very clear to both of us that she enjoyed 'giving' me an enema and I 'enjoyed' her doing so.

I cannot say if she administered to my dad but probably yes she did. Mother did give enemas to my two sisters as long as we were still living in the home. Yes, our home environment was 'enema friendly' and our family was accepting of that fact. It was something done with love and respect as to our privacy which engenders so many positive memories by my sisters and I today.

The above recollection / share is taken from the decade ' timeline' of the 1950's - mid-1960's when the 'mom administered home enema' was in 'vogue' as in every home at any time .

I think my mom enjoyed giving them. First, as a way she knew she was helping her son with constipation issues. Second, it was a time she clearly had control of me and my actions during a childhood full of me finding my way into trouble. When I was younger I certainly didn't like them and so she turned them into a threat of punishment which I often forced her into following through on. Also, a couple of accidents when I first got them made me weary to go out playing again after they had finished so that usually got her an afternoon of quiet I think she appreciated. I usually didn't go cooperatively into the enema, so she'd have to corral me and wrestled my legs together so she could tie my converse sneakers together in one complex knot. No running after that. When she finally got the nozzle in I think it gave her a great sense of accomplishment that she was taking care of my health and/or showing me the consequences of my ill actions, and just being able to finally stick it to me, the little brat.

When puberty hit she seemed to become a little more weary of giving them to me, but still would for constipation. I would protest but wasn't physically uncooperative at that point. Mostly just embarrassed around the confusion of my hormonal erections whilst my mom had her hand around a nozzle in my bum. She was still quite cheery giving them to me even then though.

It took me a while to figure it out but my mom was certainly giving them to my dad as well. When I needed them more often through childhood I think he was largely spared, but once my mom had me self administering I figure he started seeing more of the bag at her hands.

Thanks for all the posts that my thread started. Mom gave them to me fir constipation but she also u think enjoyed the control she had over my and my bowels. Mom also used them for bad behavior. I grew up always seeing the red enema bag and hose hanging in the bathroom. After awhile I became one of those that enjoyed them and I think when mom found out she got frightened and stopped giving them but by then it was too late. I was a Klismo graduate

He believed a lot about the benefits of enemas and she also praticed it on herself and also to my father.

We all had enemas in the family, administered by our mother.

I don’t think my Mom enjoyed giving me enemas although she did them several times a year. I know she took them herself but not sure she gave any to my Dad.

I always wished I had a mom to give me enemas.

That's why, if any of my children ever feel the need to take an enema, even for play, I WILL be the mother I never had!

Mon gave me a few but when erections started she stopped giving them. Grandma on the other hand was never troubled by erections and gave an enema if she thought I needed it

My mom only gave me two enemas that I can remember and I think she enjoyed doing so. I know that both my parents were enema believers and self-administered, but do not actually know of them giving enemas to each other. My guess would be that they did, I was just never aware of it happening.

I don't think my mom ever enjoyed giving me an enema. But when I asked for one due to not having a bowel movement for 4 or 5 days she always was glad to give me`one so I felt better. I never heard her mention giving any to my father but it may have happened.

I know my mom loved me and therefore loved caring for me. She was kind but firm, the enema was over only when it was done right. I figured out sometime later that my dad sometimes got an enema from mom later those same nights. I don't know for sure if he ever returned the 'favor' or if she ever self-administered. But I suspect she did.

I always wished I had a mom to give me enemas.

That's why, if any of my children ever feel the need to take an enema, even for play, I WILL be the mother I never had!

My wife never got them as a child and we never came close to giving any of my 3 kids an enema. My opinion is that my mom giving them to me are what created the kinky enema guy I am today and I didn't want to pass that on.

Coincidentally, my mom was a nurse and I know she gave my dad several after he was chair bound. He also got them from Grandma every Saturday night and was well acquainted with the procedure.

I got totally left out of getting an enema from mom she never ever ever gave me one and i would say most of my friends were on an enema schedule with their moms , my neighbor Betty and her 2 sisters had to be home on sunday at 6:30 for their enemas and their mom did not accept any excuse what so ever and i use to go over like ever few weeks and hope and pray that her mom would say that it looks like i need an enema too and i would leave hint after hint that i would love an enema but i had to leave at 6:00 , i remember Betty didn't move until she got married at 28 or 29 years old and she never ever missed a sunday enema session with her mom , funny thing , Betty knew i adored enemas and she adored them as much as i , sunday enemas for her was such a treat and oddly we never got together to give to each other because we had a love affair with the bag and we would talk all the time about our enemas

I sure wish that i could go back 60 years and see if i could get started with an enema regiment at the age of 6.

SERIOUSLY, RSVP PLEASE. What would be a good enema regiment to get on? Any enforcers to provide them? (Denver, co)

You DO mean regamin?

A Regiment is a group of people and equipment that imposes a regimin!

I am certain my mom gave enemas to my father, and that is the reason why I enjoyed – no, loved and longed for at my young age – what she did to me in the bathroom. Mom unconsiously must have known how enema pleases a man (knowledge that spilled over to a young boy...). Happy Father! (And lucky me, still loving enemas, preferably administered by a loveful lady, like my beloved Miss M)

You DO mean regamin?

A Regiment is a group of people and equipment that imposes a regimin!

Actually, no. It's spelled regimen. Wikipedia has a decent definition:

"A regimen is a plan, or course of action such as a diet, exercise or medical treatment[1] A low-salt diet is a regimen. A course of penicillin is a regimen, and there are many chemotherapy regimens in the treatment of cancer."

I learned this term back in my post-college days before medical school when I worked in a lab for one of the pre-eminent medical oncologists of the era.** The term regimen as describing a specific course of cancer chemotherapy was seen and used all the time.

A regiment according to Wikipedia: "A regiment is a military unit. Its role and size varies markedly, depending on the country, service and/or a specialization."

Eric

**He was not only a brilliant oncologist, but a man of great power and influence in American medicine. Even so, he always treated me with great respect and kindness. I'll never forget him. I later wound up going to medical school with his brilliant son, during which he was my Chief of Medicine. Rest In Peace, my dear Dr. C.

My mother was an RN Chief Nurse in a private surgical practice in our hometown. She had an amber rubber enema/douche bag hanging in my parents' bathroom for as long as I can remember. She gave me very, very few enemas, perhaps less than 5 over my entire childhood. I never had any evidence or indication that she gave my father enemas, but I also had vanishingly little evidence that they had a sex life at all (1950's and 60's). If he ever actually needed one clinically, I'm sure she gave it to him in her usual professional manner. As for giving myself and my two older brothers an enema, I'm sure she felt professional and familial satisfaction that she was performing a needed medical procedure well and taking care of her family, but I doubt she would say she enjoyed it, sexually or otherwise.

Eric

@ericmacson Enjoy reading your posts - Interesting that you have a liking of getting of enemas considering what you wrote below about getting so few when young... could it be that just seeing the enema/douche equipment was all it took?

LOL! I awoke to the movie Red Dawn earlier this week (the 1984 version). I know there is s newer remake of the movie which I have never watched.

A new, updated version of Red Dawn could be made for @ballbust_me_and_enemas where he's looking an enema regiment.

A military regiment invades and takes over a small Colorado town armed with large red enema bags to enforce a strict enema policy. A small band of teenagers forms a resistance group against enemas.

@ericmacson Enjoy reading your posts - Interesting that you have a liking of getting of enemas considering what you wrote below about getting so few when young... could it be that just seeing the enema/douche equipment was all it took?

RedDevil,

Thank you. I enjoy yours as well. You may well be right. I really just barely remember mom giving me one or two enemas, but even those memories are vague. I do recall not objecting to her enemas like many kids did, and I think they felt good to me. They were the only exposure I had to anal stimulation other than mom taking our temperature rectally with the old type mercury in glass thermometers (1950's-60's). I remember many many of those RT's very well, and I definitely enjoyed those. But her amber rubber enema bag hanging in the bathroom might have really affected me since it was there for many years and by the age of no later than 8 I already knew I loved rubber from women on TV shows wearing rubber wetsuits. I loved the smell of the rubber in her enema bag, and knowing I liked the feel of RT's might have been enough to turn me into an enema lover, which I am to this day. When I was 15 I finally took down her enema bag during the summer with parents at work and gave myself my first self-enema. I was instantly hooked for life, in addition to being hooked on masturbation and orgasms while holding enemas. Thanks for your post.

Eric

Have you turned into your mom? Giving your kids and spouse enemas?