Do you think mom's enemas were sexual for her

Could never tell but I think so, as she always had the enema bag with hose and nozzle promptly displayed in our main bathroom for any guests to see, but some neighborhood kid's parents had the same thing, and I would visualize friends like Mary or Ron getting an enema from the ones I saw when using their bathrooms. Growing up in the 50's / 60's, seeing this was familiar. Onto my thoughts…

After getting older and not fighting, fussing, or crying over my getting an enema, ( started to enjoy them ) Mom's disposition changed. Once told that I needed an enema and required to get naked in front of her, and assume the position she wanted, everything changed. After that she became so sweet.

By this time around 8, I was either made to get in the knee chest or diaper position. In either case, she saw my erection that these enemas caused, as once while in the diaper position and her sitting on the closed toilet seat, I could see a dark wet spot in her panties. All the while me with a raging hard on that I tried to cover up with my hands. In this experience she told me that boys sometimes get erections from an enema, and it was natural. During knee chest positions, I know she could see my erection but didn't say a word, as she would lean over and softly rub my belly where on occasion, would brush up against my still cock while telling me what a “ good boy I was” , and encouraging me to empty the bag for her.

Emptying was another thing, as she took her time to either get another bag ready for me or just cleaning up after my rinse enema, as there was never just one. Meanwhile she took her time as she heard my expulsions and plopping of turds into the bowel, along with an occasional glance, and smile towards me, asking if I felt better, or needed another? Hindsight is 20-20.

She would hang the bag and hose out to dry separately on the towel bar while I expelled, but on many occasions after being sent to bed, I would find the enema equipment hung out on the shower curtain rod the next morning, as I usually got up before her after one of her sessions. I visualized my Mom doing an enema to herself, but even when I got older, I never had the nerve to ask her.

My Dad was always on the road and Mom was alone a lot, so yes… I think she got off giving me, or her doing an enema(s) after.

??? My mother sure douched a lot and her older sister and her spouse had quite a collection of what would be considered vintage bag sets in their linen closet.

My mom gave herself enemas often and I could hear them on occasion. She moaned and, I'm sure, enjoyed them. When she gave me one, there was no hint of her enjoying the experience. Her bag was always hanging on the bathroom door and usually wet.

@agracier So basically they had you both naked, bent over for your suppositories (or were you over the lap?) they they had you wait until you had to “go” in front of them?

My mother was German. She was very strict about regular bowel movements. I got an enema every Sunday whether I needed it or not. I don't think my mother did this for her own sexual satisfaction. Rather, I believe that this made her feel like she was being a good mother.

My mother made the experience very pleasurable for me. She would rather seduce me into accepting an enema instead of forceing it on me. My mother kept an eye on who was using the bathroom and when. On Sunday morning, she would wait until I used the bathroom to pee. After I returned to bed, she would silently enter my bedroom and close the door behind her. There was no conversation. She would give me a massage with lotion which she had already warmed up. I got so relaxed that I barely noticed when she inserted two suppositories into my rectum. She then allowed me to sleep for another 30 minutes.

My mother returned to my bedroom with the enema already prepared. The bag was hanging from a pole on wheels. It was important to my mother that she had both hands free.

She gently inserted the nozzle into my rectum and allowed the enema solution to fill my bowels slowly. Since the suppositories were already working, the effect was immediate. My mother wanted me to hold it in for 30 minutes, but I could never do this.

My mother followed me into the bathroom. I had to empty my bowels right in front of her. There was no such thing as privacy in the bathroom. When I was finished, my mother inspected the toilet bowl. There is nothing to be learned from this, but my mother did it anyway.

When I became a teenager, I got erections whenever my mother touched me. My mother gave me a hand job, but never commented on it. I continued to get enemas until the day I left for college. I did understand that this was not a common practice in other homes, but I never protested. Every Sunday, I knew I would get one hour of my mother's uninterrupted time and attention.

My mother has been dead for more than 10 years. I miss the attention even if there was no medical justification for it. I have never been able to find another woman who is willing to take care of me the same way.

There may have been some sexual pleasure in the enemas she gave to herself, but I don't think the ones she gave to me were that way. The enemas I got were not on a regular schedule, like every Saturday or something, and I usually did feel bad leading up to an enema. The enemas from mom were quick and matter of fact, with little fanfare. And once she had confirming evidence that I was giving myself enemas at twelve, she stopped offering to give me one knowing that if I really needed one I could handle it myself. Did she know that enemas were beginning to have a sexual component for me? She never said.

While I know she gave herself enemas sometimes, I don't know if she saw them as sexual. I have no evidence that she engaged in enemas with my dad, either giving or getting, but then she was quite private about those types of things.

Yes my mother’s enemas were not only sexual but became an obsession for her after she divorced my father when I was thirteen. All us kids got weekly enemas , more if sick or constipated and so did any visitors. After an exhausting day of work she give all of us enemas and had this look of relief on her face While she was doing it. If anyone remembers the movie Sybil she had characteristics of the mom who gave her enemas. Being the oldest I was given privileges and didn’t get an enemas for about three years until a week before my nineteenth birthday. I was planning on leaving for college and my mother announced she was going to give me an enema. I was stunned but didn’t argue with her. I Was raised to always obey your elders or face the consequences, usually punishment. I heard her humming as she prepared the enema bag and then told me I know the drill to take off all my clothes and get On my knees, head to the floor ass up position. So I obeyed her, got in the position and I saw her use the longer nozzle. This stimulated my prostate and I got hard. After the bag was empty she told me to hold the water for ten minutes. She had a timer. If I dropped any water she would give me a second enema. As difficult as it was to hold I made it and I was given permission to get up and expel on the toilet bowl. My mother had this look of just having an orgasm on her face. I felt my mother had crossed the line and never went back home after I left for college.

I do think that moms enemas were sexual for her, she did give herself quite a few enemas. I never thought any of the enemas she gave me were sexual, and she was always fully clothed , I’m pretty sure at my young age I didn’t know what sexual was. All the enemas that I remember receiving from her were because I had a stomach issue. And I do remember around the age of 10 that she started noticing my erections and the enemas stopped. Also we only had one bathroom and I would always take a bath with her. Along that time I would find myself looking at her and was very curious about her thick bush, on one occasion she covered herself with a towel and asked why I was looking at her, my response was something like I thought you were cold. This was the last time she was naked in front of me.

I do think my mom found sexual gratification from giving enemas even though there's no evidence she did from receiving them. My enemas from age 9 to 13 were always with me naked and erections in those years were inevitable. She always assured me that they were normal and not to be embarrassed, but I think she enjoyed seeing my erection (or me with an erection).

I did learn much later from an older sister that mom had been giving our dad enemas for years before my enemas started. I also learned that mom often gave dad an enema after mine and I had gone to bed. Since dad didn't seem to have any particular digestive issues, I assume this was part of my parents foreplay. There's no indication that mom liked getting an enema and more evidence to the contrary.

I suspect when I actually had an orgasm and ejaculated at 13 during one of her enemas that she realized that she had been maybe 'playing with fire'. She stopped giving enemas after that.

I believe my mom had some sexual arousal during her enemas. I remember her telling me when I was a child many times that she was going to bathroom for a while and that she didn’t want to be disturbed. I remember hearing a combination of a moan and a uhhh from her. She would get really angry with me when she would catch me outside the bathroom door listening. Usually I got a swat or two on the butt when I got caught.

I believe for sure they were for my mother as well. We never grew up with a male figure in the house and I can never remember my mother dating anyone as long as I lived at home. I do remember hearing her take enemas and there was a lot of moaning which then I didnt equate as sexual but I certainly do today because they sort of mimic my moans when I take them now

In my particular situation, absolutely yes! My mom would often 'ambush' me, especially if I happened to wander into the bathroom, while she was in there.

This was when I was quite young, perhaps during my preschool years, between the age of two, until maybe 5.

Interestingly enough, I don't recall ever putting up a fuss, either...probably because I secretly craved receiving enemas, as much as my mom was craving the act of giving enemas to me. Sort of a win/win situation, for both of us. If it wasn't for her enema kinks, I probably wouldn't be on zity.biz, just like the rest of you!

I never got the impression they were anything but medically necessary and never remember her ever doing one at home. The only time I ever heard her talk about them was during childbirth. I remember her on the phone once chewing out a nurse because she didn't get one. She gave them every day in the 60s as a nurse. It was like washing the dishes. It had to be done. She gave them to us but never to herself as far as I knew. That's a big no for me.