Did mom get off on giving you enemas

Seems mom always thought you needed a good enema

Dont you/we always want one too

I do not know if ' get off ' is the proper term to utilize as to my mom's frequent use of the enema syringe on my behalf but she gave them often and she gave them very well and in retrospect , I am glad , today and from the vantage point of time , that such was the case in both categories ............... Mom was a proponent of the frequent user of an enema for herself and her family . I have to think that she derived some pleasure from her personal enemas as well whether with a female administrator , family / friend , or just ' solo ' because she enjoyed them .

When I read some testimonies here regarding enemas, as well as my own experience with other hygienic, disciplinary and medical procedures, I have the impression that some mothers enjoy the control. (I do not mean that in a sexual way.)

Yes, my mom was very much aroused by giving me the red bag and taking it herself!!

For the most part grandma gave me my enemas. Looking at it now as an adult, she had to enjoy giving them to me. No one would take the time and effort to give an enjoyable enema if they didn't like to do it. I have had a few enemas given to me that I could tell it was lets hurry and get this over. And also it is the ultimate Dominant, Submissive when one thinks about it, no wonder that's the way I like them. Try like you might you can never relive that relationship

I would give a nice enema even if I wasn't sexually excited by it. If I am doing something I like to do it well, even more so where its something where doing it well makes it much nicer than doing it poorly.

I used to think mom hated giving me weekly enemas in my teens,but now that I think back,maybe she did like giving me enemas but wouldn't admit it

I don't think she did. She took an enema every morning while I was growing up. The last enema she gave me was when I was 16 and I got an erection. She Scolded me for it. I need one when I was 18 and she prepared it and asked me if I wanted her to give it to me. I really did what her to give it to me be was afraid I would get a erection so I said no I could do it myself. She told me to make sure I took the whole bag.

I'm convinced that a sizeable percentage of moms (and dads) giving their kids regular enemas during the Golden Years, got some form of sexual gratification from it, however well it may have been concealed. I'm fairly sure my mom was no exception in this regard, thinking back on those times.

Don’t reall6 know but 8n those days I expect it wa# more clinical than today where we ar3 mor3 free to explore

I’m pretty sure she got off on it. She gave them to us regularly.

I am not so sure that they got sexually turned on, as much as it is a relatively easy procedure to perform, with "instant" positive results, confirming that they were doing a good job as a mother.

Yes she did get off on giving me enema's. Always the 8 oz bulb. She loved multiple insertions into my rosebud hole. By the time she was finished giving it to me I always noticed a wet spot on her pants or panties when she was finished. She also had a big smile on her face.

Several testimonies attest that many mothers feel gratified while giving an enema to their children.

I believe that, for most of these mothers, this gratification is not of a "sexual" nature, but rather due to the fact of exercising "control" over her child.

We know that an enema's administration involves on the one hand the trustful submission of the receiver and on the other the full control by the giver. We also know that the tendency to exercise any kind of control over her children is instinctive to every mother, therefore I believe that she feels gratified in exercising such an intimate kind of control as the giving of an enema.

I have no reason to believe that she did.

It was never a forced issue, never made to feel inappropriate and not a regular thing.

As far as i can tell she didn't sneak off to masterbate afterwards.

Whilst i am sure some might have done i suspect the number is small.

My mum could give to dad and maybe aroused she may given to self and be aroused but it doesn't have to translate into giving enemas is sexual.

The intmacy a woman may share with her husband/partner with an enema the exposure the submission as claudia put it is sexual but substitute your parnter who you love and are physically aroused by say your own child who needs one is a million miles away.

Separate issue but something i read in a trash tabloid news paper was some "pyschologist" saying you shouldnt kiss your family on the lips as its an "erogenous" zone. What a load of crap if you cant separate a kiss from anything sexual then i feel very sorry for you and like an enema sexuality can be applied and it can be absecent. Ill see if can find link the story. Someone with serious daddy issue i suspect.

Do you think your mom as a little girl was also given enemas by her mom? Can this enema fetish be passed on from generation to generation?

I don't think my mother got off giving me enemas but I do think there was a certain amount of satisfaction that she accomplished the goal. I knew she felt it was for my own good and after it was done and I confirmed that I did feel better than before, she considered it a job well done. And I doubt she gave herself one after I was done.

Whilst i am sure she did get enemas herself and came to like them doesnt imply she enjoyed giving to me.

But yes the apple doesnt fall to far from the tree.

We had mom all to ourselves for the longest. But after I turned 10, I was allowed to visit cousins in their homes and venture up the road to neighbors. First night at cousins house was real scary for me. And it was cold. I even got an ear ache. Mom's sister fixed a hot water bottle for me to lay my ear on and I went fast to sleep. In the morning she had her son tell me I needed and enema. He told me I was going to like it, not to worry. She had a rather thick piece of hose from a milking machine with a slick hardwood knob stuck into the delivery end. Their home made colon tube had its spray holes holes set radially back about an inch from the end. People back then could do amazing things with very little education hanging around their neck to limit their estimations of life for living. She got it all ready and I took my cousin's hand to go with me. They had a nice fluffy place fixed on the floor for me and a bee's wax candle warming the atmosphere. 'Oh my dear, aunt Florence is going to make you feel much better." she purred to me in a soft tone of assurance. I quietly settled onto the sweet enema nest she had made for me. When I beheld their snake looking nozzle, my eyes must have bulged widely. She assured me that it would soon be my best friend and asked me to grease it like I wanted it. As I fiddled with it in my hands, she reached in and began to caress my little hole saying, "Here we go, here we go, here we go,,," and I easily gave my handiwork back into her other hand and closed my eyes. She slipped her finger up in there and just held still, while I tested her invading thickness. She easily replaced her finger with a couple inches of the fat little butt hose they had made. Without a sound, she released the trickling infusion to fill and find its way where it needed to be. Wanting to thank her, I just sounded an extended, "Ooooohh" She kept her fingers up against me to keep it in place and commented on my involuntary anal spasms saying, "Mmmm--Hhhmmm, yes very good."

As her enameled can sucked dry, she gave the tip inside me a little twist and asked if i'd like to empty out and prepare for another go. I needed to empty badly, before I had an accident, and gave her a quick, "Yes mam, please"

I dont know if mine "got off" on giving them to me, but looking back i think she got a feeling of control from our sat am rituals. I think it was more of a feeling of control, she always acted like she was doing me a big favor and was always in a happy mood once the announcement had been made

Today's pseudo-sophistication easily thinks of our sweet enema artisans as strange. Their love for us gave them real satisfaction in all that they did. Their enema arts were compared, polished, and diligently well honed to give their families the most comfort possible. It did, most certainly, give them prideful pleasure to have a child thoroughly enjoy momma's and sometimes daddy' thick finger amusingly caress their children's, each other's, neighbors and family's needy butts. I knew my parents were the smartest and most earnestly devoted people anywhere. When telephone services eventually reached out to our barns and shack, pneumatic milking machines were slightly ahead and our herd had almost doubled. Dad took us out to homes with parts and help to keep the old pulsators surging along. Sometimes we would get music lessons in return. Occasionally mom would find a home that was lacking for the delicate arts of enema love. For those, dad would get a little money, and mom an enema friend that would want to keep her on the phone in the following days. And, I was able to pick up an education that a boy normally might not receive.

I doubt very seriously that my mom "got off" sexually on giving me enemas as a child, but probably got the nurturing satisfaction in helping me feel better, or providing a remedy for a health problem I was having. Now what occurred when she was giving herself an enema, was private and not shared with anyone to my knowledge.

I doubt very seriously that my mom "got off" sexually on giving me enemas as a child, but probably got the nurturing satisfaction in helping me feel better, or providing a remedy for a health problem I was having. Now what occurred when she was giving herself an enema, was private and not shared with anyone to my knowledge.

This is about exactly what I would have written about my RN mom, who gave me extremely few enemas if indeed my memories of them are even real and correct. Additionally I knew virtually nothing about her or Dad's sex life as it was never mentioned in any way except for one single comment which I think referred to her not getting enough sometime in my 20's. I would have been extremely surprised if she got off on them.

Eric

We have no doubt that our mom got sexual pleasure from pumping the warm sudsy into us. Her mom did the same for her and her sister, and she and our aunt did each other (and us) several times a week.

When it came to enemas, my mother was all business. I do no believe she got any personal satisfaction from administering them to us, elsewise she would have given my father a concrete enema.

Mom gave me enemas and suppositories as a child when needed for constipation or illness. She never got any type of sexual satisfaction out of it though. I saw a red bag hanging in our shower when I was growing but never thought anything of it. I simply thought it was for douching. I found out later in life it was used for enemas as well. Getting enemas and suppositories as a child, is what got the wheels turning towards my interest in using them today as an adult

No, at least not in the same sense that many of us "get off" from a good enema session. Mom was the family caregiver and had learned from her mother the importance of getting "cleaned out" at the onset of any illness or the first sign of constipation. It was the early 1950's and enemas were used frequently in our house. Mom's enemas were thorough - always a little too warm, a little too soapy, and a little too much. She would always explain why the enema was necessary and how good I would feel afterwards, talking to me throughout the procedure and using that magic word "enema" frequently. I would never say she "got off" from giving me enemas. But she was confident in her ability to give a really good cleansing enema, knew the benefits, never hesitated in her matter-of-fact approach, and taught me from an early age to calm down, relax and accept her "good" enemas. She was right about the whole thing after all. Getting off, as I do, was the icing on the cake for me.

I don't think my mom got off on giving me enemas. I think she saw it as doing her job as a mother in taking care of me. I was a with holder and would inevitably get constipated. She would take me into the bathroom and use the bulb syringe on me to clean me out, despite my protests. I think she may have had a sense of accomplishment at making me move my bowels when I didn't want to. She was quite skilled and always managed to give me a very thorough syringing with Ivory soapsuds. Believe me, when she got done with me my bowels were completely cleaned out. As I said, I don't think she got off on it, but I do believe she took pride in her ability to give a good and effective enema.

I’m with you buddy55, I really doubt, but maybe they did, I really don’t think so. My mother and her sisters all took enemas, it was the time they grew up in, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s. It was a very common practice with enemas. My grandmother gave me my first, with mom looking on, I was 5