Did mom get off on giving you enemas

My mother enjoyed the control she had over me as a child. I doubt she received any sexual satisfaction but she certainly liked getting me in the knee chest position, thoroughly lubricating me, starting the enema and admonishing me to ‘hold it’ and not make a mess. She repeated the procedure monthly. I was also made to wear rubber pants during the enema to avoid any spills and I was diapered with rubber pants after I expelled to avoid any leakage. My wife considers these routines abusive. After years of trying to understand mothers motivation, I’ve concluded she ‘got off’ on the control she exhibited over me

Thinking back on it now I think all the handling enemas, spanking, rectal temp or suppositories. Maybe not turned her on but must have get her excited because it's the only way she must have done it for such a long time. Maybe it was to be in control en know everything also. But it was for our own good she would always say.

Mom was a firm believer in giving me an enema, all my enemas were given because of constipation or not having a regular bowel movement. The enemas stopped around age 10, I believe because I was starting to get erections from the procedure.

Mom also took regular enemas, I did walk in on here when I was real young and she was sitting on the toilet, she was only wearing a bra, she was leaning forward inserting the nozzle, she said very calmly, run a long and play while I finished my enema. I did quickly because I was afraid I would be next.

I sure mom didn’t get off on giving me enemas.

For me, regular enemas were given on a regular basis, usually as a requirement before bring allowed to do something. First was before (or during) Saturday morning cartoons. The other was after school before being allowed to go play. I hated those because the enema often came back around and I would have to find a place to go quickly. Sometimes I had to just squat right there either in the yard or back in the woods behind the house.

Many thanks for this very readable comment !!

What do you think about this things, when you remember your dear mom ??

Has it been the start of your enemafetish ??

I sometimes get sexually excited just remembering. I reminess about how she used so much soap and water, clicking the hose on and off and raising and lowering the bag, with the threat of making my stomach hurt and my bowels move. (I think “I’m going to make your stomach hurt” subconsciously turned me on even knowing I would have enema cramps.) I know enemas had to have excited her in some way. Especially when I had a climax during a few enemas. I was never, ever inappropriately touched by my Mom. My sexual feelings were all caused by the sensations of the enema process.

Yes, absolutely this started my klismaphalia. SEX never, ever felt as good as my Mom’s hot, soapy enemas. Enemas have been my sexual preference always above anything else.

I still feel the same way in my late 70’s. This has been a lifelong strong fetish.

@Moms_Egirl You gotta love any woman who loves her enemas!❤️

Back then both sides of the family women had bags, bulbs folding syringes etc. They grew up with enemas as well let’s face it we are here on this website because of our love of enemas. What makes you think they didn’t get off on it…..Sainthood?

I have written on this and other related matters before, But certainty YES. In foster care from age 5 I had what can only be called "a sudden and shock introduction to the enema experience. Both my carers had made enemas very much a part of their lifestyle, and now having me in their care, meant that their obsession with enemas and bowel movements would be focused, or should I say "forced" on me. And it happened very quickly. Until then I had no knowledge of enemas what they were and what they would do to my bowels. Apparently when I was placed in their care, they were told that I was often constipated because I had "lazy bowels" and soon after my arrival My new foster aunt asked me if I knew what an enema was and I shook my head, and looking at my new uncle told me that after dinner they were going to ash my bowels out with an enema. "The enema's not nice and you won't like it but it will make you do poos and that's what I want to see. Your poos! Children don't like getting the enema (I would soon find out why).

This was to be my introduction to something that for many years was a part of my childhood. She enjoyed giving me enemas, didn't need a reason, sometimes just because she could. And she certainly did "get off" having me as her Enema Boy.

My mother definitely got off on the control/

power play exchange part of the process. As I’ve posted elsewhere on zity my mother was obsessed with enemas giving all us kids and visiting cousin’s enemas on a weekly basis. I learned earlier to always obey my mother’s instructions or face a strapping from my Dad. I was told I was a good looking boy and my mother relished in my obedience to take off my clothes when her friends were there. This happened during my teens many times and was very embarrassing for me. My mother had this look of satisfaction on her face when I complied. She knew I was uncomfortable and enjoyed seeing me turn red or try to cover up with my hands. I went to school with most of these moms children and knew them. It was embarrassing at age 15 with one of the mom’s because I was going steady with her daughter. Super embarrassing when I got an erection and my mother pointed it out.

There definitely was a double standard for privacy back then because girls were not exposed to groups or taken to a private bedroom or bathroom. Boys on the other hand were afforded no privacy. And my mother would invite her sisters, neighbors and PTA friends to assist and no one declined. Now why would a 15 year old teen need 4 women to give him an enema when he could reasonably give it to himself? You must remember that was pre internet days. There were no porn magazines for women. Because women were in charge of our health. I. e., giving us enemas when needed allowed them a glimpse of how their child had developed underneath his clothes. It was an unwritten favor women exchanged with each other back then. Conversely my mother was invited to assist with enemas of many of my classmates. I remember hearing comments of comparison I was larger than their boy or hairier etc. I was spoken about in third person as if I wasn’t there

To return to the topic i do believe my mother got off (sexually) on giving me my final enema at age 19 before I left for college. I’ve also posted this on Zity. She was flustered, sweaty and panting after inserting a douche sized nozzle up my arse. I got an erection and involuntarily ejaculated. Yes she got off. I’ve often compared my mother to the mother in the book and movie Sybil. It was a dysfunctional upbringing and I never returned home after going to college.

Mother had an erotic but professional attitude about enemas. My first enema I got was in thehospital age eleven. My mother nicely explained that nurse was going to give me an enema I was nervous she was excited about watching me get it. When I got home she then explained that she had to give me an enema. She then told me about how she had been given an enema in the hospital. She then explained how it was done while I looking at her naked rear end. I was to young to understand sexual eroticism but I could see her attitude when she exlained an enema showing her rear though a see through robe

Now ,after so long thinking about Mom`s enemas....I am quite sure my mother was sexually very aroused giving me those enemas in her wet rubberapron...showing me about 35 percent of her ernourmous boobs.....during my treatment strict.

One day I saw her in her bed through the keyhole....she was naked on a red huge rubberheet in her bed and was masturbating with the red rubberbulb lying beneath her.....this was half an hour after she bulbed me 6 times......me on cold rubber lying and she in red-brown wet rubberapron....quite open boobs under the apron.......it was a pre-play for her...no rubbergloves.....she always lubricated deep and long....

To find a woman who loves enemas here where I am.

I agree with the idea that many mother's liked the sense of control having their kids bare butts at their mercy and having the power to invade that intimate space with a vaseline covered finger, rectal thermometers,suppositories and black (in the 50's) enema nozzles attached to bulb syringes--My mother's instrument of pain and pleasure-or red enema bags. I think it's hard for the power dynamic not to enter the picture given the nature of the procedure when there is a giver and receiver involved. The receiver whether child or adult is exposed in a very vulnerable posture and has to rely on trust in the giver. As the whether mothers had any sexual motives in giving enemas to their charges I think some did and some didn't. I also think many repressed or were not conscious of any sexual stirrings induced by enemas. A lot of this is retrospective interpretation on our part. As to actual evidence I am convinced my mother enjoyed getting enemas. She would on several occasions go to the doctor complaining of stomach problems and the outcome was usually a visiting nurse coming to the house to administer a SSE. I also got excited during those occasions seeing the nurse in her rubber apron. Sadly, I never got to watch but I remember hearing my mom in the next bedroom after enema days making "strange noises." Enough said. Also in those days in small town Eastern Canada everyone in town knew when whoever had an enema from the visiting nurses (Victorian Order of Nurses}. I vividly remember my mom and other ladies talking about who in the neighborhood had an enema that particular day as well as proudly declaring to other moms that "I had to give Susie an enema yesterday." And if little Susie happened to be in attendance she would usually be humiliated in front of us kids by " Tell Auntie --- what Mommy did to your bum yesterday". Control, sexual motives or both? I still don't know but a lot of Klismaphilliacs were spawned by their parents' well meaning? intentions. Isn't that nice though? Thanks Mom

Oh absolutely! But I always got the impression it was more out of a desire for me to enjoy it more than anything. She knew from a time I was very young that because of my disability I would need frequent treatment for constipation for the rest of my life so she always went out of her way to make it nice. She never touched me inappropriately or anything but she was always very tender, lots of hugs, hair stroking, stuff like that and once I was a teenager and got erections every time, I could tell she enjoyed it

It seems to me that back in the 1950s mother felt that it was their maternal obligation to keep their children healthy and monitor their bowels because back then I think they thought that a clean colon was a healthy one. No matter what you go sick with the mumps the measles the chickenpox the flu you got an enema because they felt cleaning that poop out was good for you.

I am convinced that my mother got off when she gave it to us they were four boys in my family she was the one in control she was steering the boat and we had to do exactly what she said. Let's face it us kids were exposing a part of our body that only your mother and the doctor sees which can be embarrassing she knew that I think that's a powerful position to be in that gives a person a feeling of power and confidence here she is greasing up our little assholes sticking a tube in it making us shit out of brains out that's going to be a sexual turn on for her let's face it your friend or your neighbor is not going to let you see him naked not going to expose his plumbing to you. She probably felt the conference of being a special person who could experience that hey she was human too she had sexual feelings seeing all those little assholes and bums must have tried to run even if they were her kids. She never did anything inappropriate to us but who knows what went on in her mind

Very doubtful with my mom. However, I have experienced with my own family a feeling of intimacy when giving a cleansing enema. I was assured by a retired nurse who is a family friend, that it is normal for someone to feel a special closeness when giving an enema to a loved one.

This thread is a very interesting study in how people perceive their family & motivations , reactions etc , Let's just say that people have various motivations for inserting an enema nozzle in you & filling you up with water . That motivation is highly dependent on this person cramping you up .

From studying & reading about enemas for years I think in only my personal view that administering is very generational . This can then mean that some have developed sexual feelings towards the big e & some have not . My mother constantly gave herself enemas for health reasons & I believe her mother gave them to her also .

In my family of 3 brothers I was the only one who got enemas / ever / why ? maybe because I was attractive to women . I was tall had curly blond hair & an athletes body & my mother would insist I be on my back in the tub naked with my legs pulled up to my chest . She would watch me while she filled the bag & then stand over me when I expelled . Many times wearing just granny panties & her sheer nightgown & I could clearly see her dark bush . It was a wild experience for sure . I still love being dommed & made to take large enemas .

@joseph13 said,

It seems to me that back in the 1950s mother felt that it was their maternal obligation to keep their children healthy and monitor their bowels because back then I think they thought that a clean colon was a healthy one. No matter what you go sick with the mumps the measles the chickenpox the flu you got an enema because they felt cleaning that poop out was good for you.

When my siblings and I were growing up in the nineteen fifties, our grandmother was a retired RN and a firm believer in enemas for both kids and adults. Family doctors of the era were also believers in enemas. Whenever we got sick, and the doctor called to make a house call. Once we had been seen, his prescription usually included daily enemas until the illness had passed.

I am convinced that my mother got off when she gave it to us they were four boys in my family she was the one in control she was steering the boat and we had to do exactly what she said.

Our mom may have gotten turned on when she gave us enemas, but being she hated getting enemas herself, I kind of doubt it. We knew when and why mom gave us enemas, but there were occasions, she gave us enemas out of the blue for no reason. Was she turned on or did it turn her on when she gave us enemas out of the blue. Who knows, we never picked up on it at our age. However, her two teenage sisters were a different story. Grandma, having taught her two younger daughters, as preteens, personal hygiene and how to care for children. Gave them the responsibility of doing our evening bath including enemas and the occasional spanking. At first, we didn’t think anything about it. Probably due to age. But as we got older, it became obvious, the girls were getting turned on whenever they gave us enemas. Something we really didn’t minded because, like our two aunts, we liked getting enemas as much as they did. It was really weird in the beginning, because we didn’t understand the feelings enemas gave us. They felt good, but at the same time, felt naughty. And the older we got; the more enemas turned us on. And that was a feeling we enjoyed. No matter how naughty it felt.

Rick6981... I was the same way the more enemas I got the more I liked it. Unlike your family there was no one else involved but my mother when we got enemas. She was the picture we were the catcher we being my three brothers and I. She would process us one after the other we would all be in the bedroom across from the bathroom without pants and underpants off waiting and she would call us into the bathroom one by one.

There were no flies on her she was very keen she knew I liked them and confronted me with it when I was 13 years old. That's a story for another time