Question For Men & Women Who Got Enemas From Their Mother

There are lots of children growing up post WWII who received enemas from their mothers as children. There seem to be numerous zity members who have documented their childhood enemas on many posts and in their profiles. These enemas led to a sexual fetish with enemas later in life some starting in their teens.

I am curious to know if any of these children now adults at some point in time ever discussed with their moms how much they currently like enemas even the sexual nature that enemas provide them.

I would imagine this would be a very awkward and difficult conversation to have given the enemas administered by mothers were well intended for health reasons, but blossomed into a sexual fetish later in life. For those that did have this conversation, I would be very curious to know what their mom's reaction was to this revelation.

No, never spoke to my mother about enemas or anything to do with sex for that matter.

But my first wife was having some pinworm issues, and mentioned it to my grandmother, who then gave Peg a lecture on how healthy enemas were and how a strong salt solution would get rid of the pinworms. Grandma then said something about how I always like to get an enema. I wanted to disappear from the room when Peg comment on the fact I still liked them.

The good thing in this discussion, Peg asked her mother about it, and her mother spoke about the benefits of enemas as did one of her aunts. She also told Peg she had given her several enemas as a child, that she never minded them, and that she got good results.

With these recommendations we started doing regular enema sessions about once a week, sometimes even more often. The enemas continued right up to our divorce, after I caught Peg with another woman, and she admitted she had always prefered girls to boys amd we agreed to end the marriage.

Even after the marriage ended we got together occasionally for the purpose of mutual enemas. Sadly she died of liver cancer about 10 years ago.

We had a conversation, a time or two, as adults with our mother about the enemas she gave us as kids, but the sexual aspects of enemas never entered the conversation. My brother and I ask her opinion, because we both had little ones and the kids pediatrician suggested we use enemas and not laxatives when they get constipation. She asked both of us, what would your grandmother use? We both replied, enemas of course.

My brother, sister, and I discovered the sexual aspects of enemas as teens after our grandmother taught us how to give enemas to ourselves. We started giving each other enemas, when we got home from school, after a suggestion from my sister. One day when we got home from school, I told my sister I wanted to use the bathroom for an enema, because I was constipated. She said, “tell you what, I’ll give you a couple of enemas if you’ll give me a couple when your done”, I replied, “sure”. Our parents both worked and didn’t get home till after 6 PM. Over time, as we got older, the enemas for health and the enemas for sexual pleasure merged together and became as one. For example: When I got constipated and ask my sister to give me an enema, the first with Ivory Soap was for health, the first rinse with salt and baking soda was both health and pleasure, the second rinse was pure sexual pleasure. And by my first rinse enema, my sister was good and turned on, and it was a given, when I was done, I’d give her a couple enemas for her sexual pleasure. The reverse was also true when she got constipated.

I had the opportunity to talk to my mom, step dad, Aunt and Uncle about the enema's and spankings I received while growing up from my early teens into my mid twenty's. I did receive enema's because I was constipated from time to time. However there were lots of other times that I wasn't constipated and I hadn't done anything particularly wrong and yet one of them would bring me into my room and take my clothes off and then put me over their knee and proceeded to spank my naughty bare bottom till it was bright red, because they said I was rude or some other made up charge.

Spreading my red cheeks they looked at my rosebud hole and saying that there were hints of brown around it that I was going to get an enema. I was taken to the bathroom where eight of the 8 oz red bulbs were on the sink next to the toilet with the nozzles coated with Vaseline. I was put over the persons lap and they proceeded to put the nozzles in and squeeze the contents of the bulb till it was empty into my rectum and bowels so embarrassing and humiliating; I noticed that they were getting sexually excited because the women had wet spots in the middle of their pants and I felt the men's hardness against my belly while over their laps, and they too had wet spots on their pants. My hard penis rubbing on their left thigh also became hard and climaxed. They all admitted to me that they were spanko's who loved to give me enema's as well.

No..I never did.

Definitly not.

No, never had that conversation

Never discussed the sexual aspect of enemas with mom. I'm sure she was aware that her enemas were stimulating me due to my uncontrollable erections, but there was no conversation about it. Sex was not not something that was discussed in our house. That's just the way it was. And I would never think to embarrass her (or me) with such a conversation as an adult.

No, my Mom has passed now, but she never discussed sex with me, not in the slightest, so I could not imagine that I would ask her about my sexual interest in enemas. Neither parent discussed sex at all, they left my education to the school system and what we kids taught each other.

A couple of years before my Mother passed I would go visit Mom from time to time especially when my wife was going to be away from home for several days. My wife and I lived about 90 miles from Mom so it was an easy drive for me. On several trips down the subject of my taking enemas came up. Mother knew that from the time I was born that I had needed enemas to help me move my bowels and that they were prescribed for me by my pediatrician. From my earliest recognition, I knew that I didn't like taking them. However, as the years went by, I started looking forward to my next one. Often, I would pretend to be constipated just to get Mom to give me one. I even bought me my own fountain syringe when I got my paper route. Mom found it and hid it from me. It took a lot of fortitude to ask her if she had seen it. I remember on that occasion that Mom asked me why I liked taking enemas so much. I found it very difficult to look her in her eyes and kept my eyes focused on the floor. But, Mom would have none of that and lifted my face so that I was looking her in her eyes. Finally, I remember telling her that I found enemas to be soothing and that they seemed to relax me and help me get a good night's sleep. I don't think Mom could believe her ears. Well, back to my coming to stay with Mom while wife was out of town. On one of the visits, upon entering Mom's house, Mom handed me a sack and in the sack was a box that contained a new enema bag. Mom watched me very carefully as I opened the sack. Upon seeing the contents, I looked up seeing Mom with a pretty smile on her face. I leaned over and kissed her cheek and said "thank you so much!" Mother said, "Mike, I remembered how much you liked taking those things when you were younger and I thought maybe you'd like to take a few while you were down." I looked into Mom's eyes and they were just sparkling. Mom always knew that I loved taking enemas and I was very happy that she remembered.

I have a stepbrother and we both got frequent enemas, usually on Saturday mornings for as long as we lived at home.

Yes, this was the case for me, as I have written in several posts. Not so much as a sexual thing, but certainly it was very private, intimate time with my mother on nearly every Sunday afternoon. It was a day together, where I was not to make plans. I was loved and cared for, but it also was something that reinforced my tendency as a passive soul. To this day, I remember these times and am thankful she cared for me in the way she did.

My mom and I discussed enemas a few times. She commented that she knew I enjoyed them and that she enjoyed them herself. Then she added, that they help keep things cleaned out down there too. That’s the only time that taking enemas for pleasure was discussed.

Never really discussed the sexual or sensual aspects but my late mother once commented something to the effect of "getting two quarts of hot soapsuds" in a way that suggested some punishment! Even though we had an enema bag at home, I don't think mom got any enjoyment from this kind of activity.

Wish I had. Sigh!

To turn the tables on the "golden age:" my wife and I raised 2 daughters, 70's and 80's. Notwithstanding my own enema fixation, I would have been appalled if my wife had ever once announced that "Jody needs an enema" or some such. It would have been unthinkable. Beyond imagining. Yet our parents were constantly "locked and loaded" with the enema bag. What the hell were they thinking? What the hell was wrong with them?

I certainly did and learned to appreciate them very much by the time i was 6 or 7. It was a way of life, our culture.

George Washington took ill 1799, probably pneumonia. He was bled of 80 ounces. Given enemas. Skin brushed with salt powder, and made to puke. Within an hour of death, one wanted to give him an intravenous infusion of lambs blood and something else.

We do a lot of things differently, now days, some better, some not so. I am altogether with "hoseman" on this. Yet, i have reason to believe my children have learned the practice, without any help from us, at least not on a scheduled basis as many of us enjoyed.

Yes ...... as to my mother and I discussing my enemas . I was about 12 years old and had been given many enemas by that time from my infancy to the day we had the discussion . The discussion centered on the continuance of her ' giving ' as in her directive that she thought I needed one . She was aware that I had an affinity for her well administered enemas and which as a maturing young man , she could not miss the erotic reaction which was there for her so observe as I removed my briefs to begin the enema . My mother also shared with me that she to had a fondness for receiving enemas which I long suspected as I knew that she was given enemas by her female friends and relatives . Mother did indicate that she always appreciated my co-operation with her at enema time and as such she felt that there was a mutual satisfaction for both of us . Yes .... I took her statement to indicate that she did enjoy both giving and receiving . Our rather long and for the day intimate conversation as to the subject of enemas ended with a small change as in her directive that she was going to administer , which she still did , to one of she would enema me if I requested same which was a mutual decision and worked for us both well into my early adulthood during my college / university days . I am glad that my mom and I could have , as a matter of mutual trust and respect , this level of discussion at the time in my life as per above . In retrospect , all was a ' win - win ' for both of us and yes .... I did when I felt the need for a session on any occasion did ' ask ' and , given her time and schedule considerations and commitments , was never refused . I am thankful that I had a caring mom for whom discussion of this most intimate activity could be effected with tact and decorum in the relaxed , caring and nurturing atmosphere of our home .

I was introduced to enemas by my mom who used them as "the cure all" medical answer to everything from a cold to a broken leg.

I did discusss why I had to take them with her and she assured me it was for my own good.

I started to like the feelings. Now, about 40 years later, I still take them, or more accurately, my wife Jan, gives them to me and I give them to her.

To turn the tables on the "golden age:" my wife and I raised 2 daughters, 70's and 80's. Notwithstanding my own enema fixation, I would have been appalled if my wife had ever once announced that "Jody needs an enema" or some such. It would have been unthinkable. Beyond imagining. Yet our parents were constantly "locked and loaded" with the enema bag. What the hell were they thinking? What the hell was wrong with them?

I agree with this 100% . I was imprinted by mom, never discussed it with her but would never think of doing the same to my kids. I'm not even sure they know what an enema is, and have never received one in their life. I think the few times they were backed up, a few prunes or some prune juice fixed the problem. Giving your kids enemas just because its Saturday is abuse.

What the hell were they thinking? What the hell was wrong with them?

Nothing was wrong with them. They were just following the times that they lived. Enemas were seen so much differently then. Attitudes change and that is now the times we live in

I should answer my own question.

Well the answer is that no I never talked to my mother about enemas. Actually I was not a Golden Age kid growing up, i.e., moms giving enemas sometimes on a regular basis. I discovered her enema kit and started giving myself enemas in secret. The only time we actually discussed enemas is when she caught me with her enema kit- not in the act of giving myself enemas but I must have just finished or was about to use it. Her first question was to ask if I was sick or needed to use it. I really can't remember what I said, but I just made up some harmless remark in the hopes of just getting out of this situation- I was very embarrassed and did not know what to say. The enema was put away and nothing else was said. That incident made me more much careful for future enema sessions. I was never caught red handed again.

I will say I really have enjoyed reading the posts of zity members who have received enemas from moms and shared their experiences, especially their discussions with their moms about enemas. For the ones that told their moms that they liked enemas, this is very interesting to me because their moms probably already knew this. And I find it very interesting that the ones who liked getting them but never admitted it to their moms acknowledged that their moms seem to know the enemas were pleasurable but neither talked about it.

I could only wish that my initial exposure to enemas had of been like others here who received them as kids from their moms. In many cases, the moms knew they were pleasurable whether they talked about it or not with their kids.

No way id tell mom i faked constipation to get her enemas

I don't think my mom and I ever discussed the sexual aspects of me needing or wanting an enema, but they were frequently discussed casually. She would frequently come out of the bathroom after taking an enema and almost shout how much better she felt. Her amber latex bag lived on the back of the bathroom door, and was seldom dry. She knew I used that bag often, and occasionally would come into the bathroom, mid enema, to ask me if I really needed the enema or did I need any "help" in taking it. I remember asking her to refill the bag for me after she was finished with her enema. Our old house had only one bathroom and it was less than private, so whatever was going on inside was obvious to anyone just outside the door. She never made me feel embarrased about needing or wanting an enema, it was just something that got done frequently. After I became a teenager she rarely gave me an enema, but on those few occasions when she did, the effect on me was very obvious, but never commented on. She did tell me "how to do it better", recommending that I lay down in the tub instead of sitting on the toilet as she did most of the time. Fortunately, I never had to hide my enema use from her and she rarely commented on it, except to ask if I "felt better now" or did I feel like I needed another one. Sometimes I would acknowledge that I did want a second enema, and she would stop what she was doing, refill the bag for me and call me back to the bathroom.

This is a very good question. I was born in the tail end of the 1950s. I received many enemas from my aunt and mom. I also know many of my friends also received enemas. In fact, growing up in the 1960s and 70s, it was common to see the family enema bag hanging in the bathroom indicating that someone got either an enema or douche. I would always get excited at the sight of it hanging there. The enema seems to fall from grace in the late 70s and 80s. I feel that the dis use of the enema is a bi-product of the use of pills. Oh' you don't feel good, take a pill, weight loss, take a pill. You can see where I am heading with this. We are the last of the generation growing up with the enema bag and I definitely found my fetish and enjoyment of enemas from their administration growing up. I think if more people would just use the enema instead of "taking a pill" they would find the immediate relief from constipation and also discover the pleasures from it's use. High, Hot and Huge !!!!!!

I wonder if my mom secretly liked giving me enemas but couldnt admit it

All four of us siblings got enemas from our mother growing up, but only my youngest older sister and I got them frequently. The older two sisters rarely needed an enema (but got them as needed), but the younger of the three shared my frequent constipation problem. Rarely a week went by that one or both wasn't hosting a load of Ivory soapsuds. Neither of us ever really hated our enemas. We knew they made us feel better, even if they made us feel worse first. By puberty, we were both totally hooked on enemas, mostly because they felt good, but soon for sexual reasons as well. Mom was well aware that we were giving to each other, and just said to be safe. Neither of us ever talked to Mom about our enemas, but I talked freely with Sis and our Aunt Ruth, who also gave us enemas. We are sure that Mom, Aunt Ruth and Grandma were klismos, and their shared enemas were never hidden from us kids. Aunt Ruth was very open with me about the enemas that she gave me, and she was quick to tell me she enjoyed giving them to me. In my late teens, I also got to enjoy giving them to her. We became life-long enema partners. She passed in her early nineties, and we did our last enemas together about a month before we found her peacefully "sleeping" in her bed.

As I have posted elsewhere on Zity, the first and only enema my mother ever gave me was when I was five years old. So we never discussed enemas or how that first enema got me started liking them.

As ProV1 said in Post 1 above, "There seem to be numerous Zity members who have documented their childhood enemas on many posts and in their profiles. These enemas led to a sexual fetish with enemas later in life some starting in their teens."

I have no doubt that is true as it certainly did that for me and I only got that one enema from my mother. I have to say that while many may say it's not good to have a sexual fetish with enemas, there are far worse things to have a sexual fetish with. At least having a sexual fetish with enemas hurts no one and actually can lead to better health I think. An enema beats the heck out of being constipated and bleeding.

I wonder how many people who grew up getting enemas when they were young kids or teens and maybe got a fethave not given their kids an enema when they really needed one for fear it might cause them to develop a sexual fetish with enemas. So they let their kids suffer with constipation (or gave them a laxative) or let their daughter suffer with severe period cramps when a very warm enema might have helped her. I suffered with lifelong constipation, even as a kid and my mother never gave me a laxative for that. I just suffered with it.

I’m sure many will not agree with me on this, but as I said above, there are far worse things to have a sexual fetish with than enemas.

When about 7, we went to the Dr's office for fever, and he suggested an enema.

Well, walking thru the crowded reception area, I asked, "What's an enema?"

I don't remember hearing any laughter in the office. When home, it was suggested I have prune juice or something.

I'm sure they did not want me to like taking the water treatment.

I discovered her bag in the closet in the hall, and used it when I wanted.

Knew it had to be clean, dry and put away so she wouldn't see that I'd used it.

years later looking back,.......

**** Whew, if I could have been given one/several by my beautiful aunt!

If I could have gotten them in front of girl cousins?!

Oh, yeah.

My mother took enemas, and my mother gave enemas. She was raised in a family where enemas were a standard cure for whatever ails you. I know they were frequent because at family gatherings my mother, my aunts, and even my uncles would talk about my grandmother's enemas. That indoctrination through her upbringing inevitably meant my mother regarded the enema as a go-to cure. I don't think she gave it a second thought if it was appropriate - it was just what was done and always had been.

Did we ever discuss it as adults? Not really. She suffered from bowel cancer in her later years - she was always a heavy smoker - and I know my wife assisted her with an occasional enema as she became more infirm, but neither ever commented on what they spoke about during those sessions. Eventually dementia took her mind and conversation became nearly impossible. I don't know if she realized how her enemas imprinted themselves on my psyche.