Parents giving each other enemas

Were any of you around, and knew what was going on when either parent gave the other an enema?

What were your feelings at the time?

Did your siblings know what you heard/saw?

What was their reaction??

I grew up in the 50's with mom, dad and 5 kids in a small house with one bathroom. We all knew when someone was getting an enema and that included mom and dad. Mom gave enemas to all of us and dad gave mom her enemas. Getting "cleaned out" was all very matter-of-fact back then. Us kids all went through an early stage of resisting and crying when it was our turn (particularly the day one graduated from the bulb to the bag), but soon learned to relax and accept the inevitable. It just wasn't a big thing back then. Mom was right, after all. You felt good after a thorough enema. And with only one bathroom, enemas were announced so anyone that had to "go" knew the toilet would not be available for awhile. As I've posted in the past on this subject, looking back I suspect a little more than just bowel cleansing was going on in the bathroom when it was just mom or dad getting an enema. And why not? Many of us have enjoyed the erotic aspect of a good enema session with a like-minded partner. My parents were probably no different.

Who knows. But I suspect Just health

My sister and I were shooed away to grandma's apartment next door, and our parents locked the door to our apartment. When we were allowed to return, we always found mom's enema/douche bag? still wet and hanging from it's usual perch.

I knew that dad got enemas for medical reasons according to mom. I knew that my mom took, or received enemas as well.

The wet enema bag was confirmation for my sister and I. I suppose that we noticed some afterglow when the door was unlocked. While douching was a strong likelihood, enemas were just as likely to have been part of their repertoire.

If that was the case, I can just imagine that my klismaphilic inclinations were in my genes.

Growing up, my sister and I got enemas at least weekly. Our aunt lived next door, and gave her two daughters weekly enemas also. All four of us knew when Mom and Aunt Rachel gave each other enemas, and enemas were discussed, and given, openly. Saturday mornings were devoted to enemas in both households, and since we had a TV (a rarity in those days) Aunt Rachel would frequently bring our cousins over to watch kid shows during the enema sessions. We were required to hold for at least 15 minutes, and could hear our tummies growling and see the facial expressions as cramping began. Mom and Rachel gave to each other, and frequently gave us ours while holding theirs. Rachel was much younger than Mom, and after Mom passed, Sis would help Rachel with her enemas.

Yes ........ my mom and dad exchanged enemas but I think that the exchange was for constipation issues for both of them . I clearly recall several times my mom very ' matter-of-factly ' just saying to dad .......... ' I need an enema ' ..... dad was a good sport about such matters and his cheery reply was as in .......... ' at your service madame ' .......... if her enema was an ' after work request ' he gave her the enema about an hour or two before bedtime and if a weekend request the enema was given about mid-morning . I was advised by mom to ' stay in the living room and watch television for while ' because your dad is giving me an enema . Dad's enemas , and mine as well , were given ' as required ' and / or as mom thought them to be needed which seemed to be often for both of us .

It went on fairly often before I was born

Not really sure HOW often, but apparently it started out with them giving each other enemas before they ever had sex.

they both took solo enemas during that time as well

During saturdays and sundays my dad would give my mom two enemas one in the morning and during late night before goinf to bed, it was a done openly, I got to see it many times. Dad would lube mom's anus with some gel and then lube the enema nozzle, and the rest was just an normal enema. The best part was mom didn't use the bathroom because it wasn't a cleansing enema so dad had a bucket near the bed where mom would expel the enema so I got to the see the expulsion process too. During the enema dad would rub moms belly and before the enema he would lube moms anus for too long, his finger stayed in there for atleast ten minutes. Dad also gave her soap sticks, I enjoyed watching mom fuss like a child when dad forced a soap stick up her rectum. My grandparents also gave mom enemas usually in the living room or in the kitchen. It was a erotic view, sometimes grandpa would maintain a daily enema routine on her, giving her two enemas daily.

Until I got my first home enema from mom at age 9, I was oblivious to them ever occurring at home. My enemas became a regular, routine event from that first into my teens. In time I did come to realize that dad would also get an enema after I had gone to bed after my enema. (Clues were left behind in the bathroom sometimes, dad's PJ bottoms, a larger nozzle attached to the hose, etc.) I never saw any definitive clues that mom also may have gotten an enema. I assumed my mom gave my dad his enemas and likewise assumed dad would have reciprocated if asked.

I remember our stepmom Kerry giving our dad a few enemas when he had some tests done at the hospital. She kept three enema bags in the bathroom closet, one for my sister and I, and one each for herself and my dad. The bag she used on dad was a large green rubber fountain syringe with a checkerboard pattern on the side. It had a menacing looking white Delrin nozzle we later learned was meant for douching. Kerry preferred using this type of nozzle for all our enemas because it felt more comfortable than the straight rectal tip.

When she was about to give dad an enema, she’d have my sister and I go outside and play, or stay downstairs. After about 45 minutes to an hour, we could come back in. Dad was usually sitting on the couch, now wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt, and rubbing his lower belly. We didn’t think much of it.

But when we went into the bathroom, we could tell something had just happened in there. That green rubber bad was hanging from the shower curtain pole. The white hose was still dripping water, hanging neatly over the shower head. The scary nozzle with four ridges and little holes at the tip, was lying on the counter on a washcloth beside a salt container and a tube of K-Y jelly. It also smelled funky like someone farted then sprayed Lysol.

I asked Kerry what she did to dad, and she told us in a manner as appropriate as possible for a 10 year old…..”Your dad has to go have a test at the hospital tomorrow. I had to clean out his bottom with some warm saline water like I have to do to you and your sister sometimes when you can’t poop.”

All this intrigued my young klismaphiliac mind. I asked Kerry if she was going to give me an enema anytime soon. She chuckled and said “well no honey, not unless you get to where you need one. But if you feel like you need one, I could give you one in a few minutes.” I quickly said “OH NO THANKS!!“ Kerry grinned and shook her head. I now wish I’d let her done it. The one time she did give me an enema when I was just 8 years old, I remember it felt warm and pleasant with just a little bellyache.

I kind of doubt the nozzle was delrin, most likely polystyrene. Don't remember when delin was invented.