Seeing Our Parents Getting Enemas / Memories of Enemas From Years Gone By

Hi Again Everyone, I have a question or a topic I would love to get some response to... How many of you here ever got to see or watch your mom or dad get enemas, and this includes seeing the enema begin, all the way to either of them being led to the bathroom before the expulsion began ?? It can also include seeing or catching a glimpse of either of them just before the enema began .... I can recall several incidents where my mother was given several enemas, either for one session or just seeing her get them in general ....I remember one time, I must have been like 13 or 14 at the time, and I was at the age where the enemas became a real turn on for me, and I found myself actually faking being constipated just so I could get enema or take an enema , anyway, my mother told me she was going to have her friend Maxine come over and help her with an enema, and that she was going to be using the bathroom for a while and if I needed to use it, I had better do so....So she called Maxine and I listened to her talk to her and she just flat out asked Maxine if she would not mind coming over and helping her take an enema ....I actually got sort of aroused from listening to the tid bits of the conversation ..... Well, I am guessing Maxine said she would be right over, as I watched my mother slowly get out her enema bag and bucket both, and also her red rubber sheet used to lay on.... Then she went into her bedroom, and came out wearing just her sheer robe with not a stitch on underneath and she asked me to let Maxine in when she arrived, as she was going into her bedroom to get things ready for her enema ....She took the rubber sheet from the table and carried it into her room and then went into the bathroom to get a couple of towels from the closet ....I watched her prepare her spot on the bed where the enema would be given to her .....About 10 minutes later , I heard Maxine pull into the driveway, and then let her in ....I walked over to our kitchen and my mother had the bedroom door partially closed so I could barely see into her room.... I heard some idle chatter and then about 5 minutes later Maxine emerged with the enema bag and bucket both in her hands. and my mother soon followed her out, totally naked and her face was very flushed, not too sure if was from embarrassment or excitement or maybe a bit of both, but her demeanor had changed from being assertive with me to being quite submissive, and her nipples were very , very erect .....Maxine was about 5 years older than my mother and had a dominant nature about her, but she was a very nice woman....My mother stood nervously at the kitchen faucet and watched Maxine intently fill both the enema bag and bucket both, and I knew my mother was in for a very thorough clean out, what I did not realize was just how thorough it was going to be ....The solution in the enema bucket was very soapy, and you could easily see that this enema was going to cramp something awful ....After she had both devices ready, she sternly ordered my mother to get on her bed and to get in position for her enemas ....She then asked me to carry the bulging full enema bag into the bedroom as she carried the bucket with me into the bedroom .....I laid the bulging bag on her dresser and was going to leave the room and Maxine then asked me to hold the bucket while she inserted the slender tube deeply into my mother's quivering bottom ....I knew this must have bothered my mother a little, but she just went with it and let Maxine do her thing .....Maxine then asked my mother " Maureen, how badly do you need these enemas ? Tell me again how badly do you need to be cleaned out ? " .....My mother sort of muttered her words and replied ... " Max, do you really need to know this ? I need the enemas really badly, because if I had not, I would not have asked you to come help me with it..." " Do you have to rub it in, and make this worse than what it already is ? " " Can we just get this started, I am bound up very badly and I just want to get this started, please " ......I watched closely as Maxine must have inserted no less than 6 to 8 inches of the clear plastic tube into my mothers shaking bottom .... I could see goosebumps all over it and could tell she was both aroused and nervous at the same time ....After the hose was inserted into her, she asked my mother, " Are you ready for the solution to begin ? " , " I am going to slide the clamp all the way open and begin, you have to take every drop hon, and if you leak or have a slight accident, I am just going to make you take another one until you do this right ..." I can recall my own pussy getting very damp at hearing these words, I done know what it was about that, but I watched my mother wiggle just a little and then let out a small gasp as the hot solution began to fill her as I was holding the bucket......Maxine then took the bucket from my hands and I left the room, leaving the door about half way open ......I could see from the kitchen that Maxine meant business with this enema that she was giving to my mother, as she held the bucket quite high in the air so that the solution filled her quite rapidly ...I began to hear my mom softly moan and start to complain a bit about her needing Maxine to stop the flow as she was starting to cramp and that the cramps were getting stronger and stronger ..... About at the half way point, I watched Maxine reach down and slide the clamp to the off position and my mother said she was not too sure if she could take the whole bucket full , and she felt like she really needed to be let up so she could go .....Maxine replied " Maureen , I'll let you up to go, but I am only going to refill the bucket again and give you another enema until you manage to take the whole thing " ....I listened to my mother reply closely, " Ok Max, you win. I'll do my best, I might just need another couple enemas when I am done with these anyway, so I will try " .... With that Maxine slid the control clamp wide open again and I again heard my mother start to moan and whimper a bit ...Maxine was going to make sure my mother got a good enema, because I watched her again raise the bucket up above her head and the solution I am sure was rapidly filling my mother..... I heard my mother asking her to " please slow it down, Max, please is it almost empty, I have to go , ohhhhh , my God , Max, is it almost done ? " .... Just then I heard that audible sucking sound that the enema bucket made as it emptied.....I knew it had all emptied deep into my mom's bottom .... I will tell you, I was soaked after hearing that, but I never let on, I just went to my bedroom, where I left the door open just a bit, and I watched my mom be led from her bedroom to the bathroom, totally nude holding her tummy and walking ever so slowly there with the hose left inserted in her bottom, as Maxine carried the empty bucket behind her .....After this I closed my door and quickly got undressed and my fingers found their way to my pussy which was totally drenched from seeing and hearing all of this .....My mother wound up having to take 4 complete enemas that morning, and with each one , I heard the same sounds and her actually Maxine to please make her take another enema .....I will also confess that later on that evening, I found myself telling my mother that I was going to be taking an enema myself as I just could not go on another night without feeling that rush of solution filling me deeply and completely .... My mother at that point knew I gave myself enemas and she simply told me that if I needed her help to just let her know .....I did let her see me totally nude as I carried the same enema bucket into the kitchen , fill it and then carry it back into my bedroom..... I wound up giving myself 3 enemas that night and on the last one-- she decided to follow me into my room and help me with the last one by holding the bucket up high so the solution filled me deeply ....Anyone else here ever see their mom or dad get enemas and have something like this unfold ?? Any responses would be deeply appreciated .... Thanks group .... Tammy

My mom always gave herself an enema after she gave me mine. I would be expelling as she changed the enema nozzles and filled the open top Davol Comfy bag to prepare her enema. Her breasts would sway over the sink as she filled the big red enema bag...rubbing Ivory into her bag like she did for my enema...soooo erotic!!!

As many of you know, my sister and I got enemas from our mom and her sister at least weekly from our earliest memories. Although these were purportedly done for health reasons, we realized over time that Mom and Aunt Rachel (whose two daughters got weekly enemas also, frequently with Sis and I) did them for other reasons. Eventually, we figured out that they were klismaphiles. Our enemas were normally done on Saturday mornings, in Mom's or Aunt Rachel's bathroom. She lived next door, and our houses were tract houses with pretty much identical floor plans, so it made no difference. Mom and Rachel believed that nudity around home was liberating, and the four kids grew up being naked at home, and in the back yard, surrounded by a high fence, which was open between our houses. Everyone knew that Saturday began with a big breakfst, followed by a series of soapy and rinse enemas. As we got older, our enema volumes were increased so that our enemas were always as much as we could handle. All six of us had our own bag, which were open top and held four quarts. By the time each reached sixteen, we were taking and holding all four.

We knew from the time that we could understand that Mom and Rachel took enemas and gave them to each other several times a week. They usually gave them to each other in their bedrooms, although they frequently joind us kids in the bathroom Saturday mornings. Those enemas were given from bags hung on an oval pipe suspended from the bathroom ceiling, which supported a shower curtain surrounding the bathtub. These tubs were free-standing, clawfoot types, which stood in the middle of the bathroom, which was as large as today's master bedrooms. The enemas were received kneeling with our chests over the side on the tub. Although a bit crowded, all six could fit around the tub, and Mom and Aunt Rachel frequently started our enemas, then knelt to take theirs. There were three toilets: one in this bath, one in a bath adjoining the master bedroom, and one in a guest half bath. This allowed everyone to release before things got messy. Mom and Rachel were quite accustomed to doing housework with bellies "pregnant" with four quarts of soapsuds working in them, so we kids were allowed to release first. Of course, by the time we were sixteen or so, our colons were acclimated to being full of soapy liquid, and holding was no problem.

Everyone knew who had an enema in them, as we were all fairly slender, and four quarts are hard to hide when you're naked. In summer, The adults would put a tarp down under our backyard swing and six beach towels nearby. The bags hung on the swing chains, and we filled on the tarp, then sunbathed on the towels while our enemas worked their magic. We could see each other's reactions to our loads: stiff, swollen nipples and wet pussies, and my semi-permanent erection. Needless to say, we kids learned a lot about the anatomy and physiology of the opposite sex. Our summer backyard fun got more frequent, and heated during summer days when Mom and Rachel were at work. As the only boy, I got a lot of teasing, but also a lot of enemas, from the three girls. I will leave itto your imagination as to where that went as they realized they could make use of my anatomy.

Yes, your mom had you doing enemas for no reason other than her personal sexual gratification and here you are just like a lot of the rest of us. I believe that giving children enemas because it is Saturday is abuse and the proof of it is the myriad of klismophiles that abound on this site myself included. There are also many people here that got them for medical reasons as a child and the anal stimulation affected them as well. I would never give my children an enema for just these reasons and urge everyone here to please consider what you are doing before giving your children an enema. It may be necessary in rare instances but most of the time prune juice works just as well.

I pretty much knew when my father was taking an enema

I was home from college for Christmas before I ever actually walked in on him while he was retaining.

I was never aware of my mom getting an enema but she may have. On the other hand I had many more clues my dad got enemas from mom. At age 10 the doctor had prescribed enemas to treat abdominal cramps I was having. Driving home from the doctor my mom explained what an enema was and what to expect when we got home. At one point in the discussions my dad told me that I might actually enjoy it. Mom acted surprised at that comment and sort of shushed him.

For that first enema mom, dad and I were all in the bathroom. Mom and dad had changed for bed (mom in a night gown and dad in his usual pajama bottoms and shirtless), I was naked. Dad mostly hung out as mom took care of the preparation then she handed the full bag to dad as mom inserted the nozzle and opened the clamp. At moms' direction dad raised and lowered the bag until mom decided I had taken enough. She closed the clamp but left the nozzle inserted. She instructed dad to have me hold it for 10 minutes before I could use the toilet, then she left the bathroom.

I was in the tub on my back for that first enema. When the cramps got bad, dad rubbed my belly for a time and then withdrew the nozzle and helped me stand up. He let me walk around the bathroom until I was close enough to 10 minutes and opened the lid of the toilet. He stayed with me as went and went into the toilet. Emptied, out he walked me to bed and tucked me in.

Now the next morning I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. As I sat there I was looking at the enema bag and hose hanging in the shower drying. Then I noticed that the nozzle had been changed to a bigger one. Next, I noticed that dad's pajama bottoms from last night were waded on the floor near the tub. I didn't actually add it all up right away, but later it all clicked!

In the years after that I would notice clues that dad got more enemas, usually after my own.

I have seen my Dad give himself an enema quite a few times. In fact he showed me how he does it prior to giving me one. I remember watching in awe as he made his penis get big and stick out while the water in the bag emptied into his butt. But afterward he asked me to leave so he could expel in private.

Later he told me that what he did made him feel good and said that it would be the same for me. It would feel uncomfortable as the water filled me, but if I were strong and did it, I would feel good afterward too.

I nor my brother and sister ever saw our mother or father receive an enema. We did over hear our grandmother giving my mother an enema one evening after we three kids had received enemas and been put to bed. She was giving our grandmother a hard time and at one point was told, that if she didn’t settle down, she was not to old to get a spanking. I learned from conversations with my mother as an adult why she gave us enemas as kids. She told me upfront, she hated receiving an enema herself (I already knew that, grandma told on her years before). First off, she looked at it, as her job as mother, and two, when she called the doctors office about one of us, their first question was whether or not we had received an enema, if not one was ordered.

@Moppys_jalopy - No, it was not child abuse, it was a tried and true remedy into the 80’s for constipation. My kids pediatrician in the late 70’s and 80’s rule was, no laxatives for children under age 18, only enemas as needed for constipation. During the summer the enemas given went down. When school started back in the fall, the enemas given went up, sometimes almost on a weekly basis. The number one reason, holding back till they got home from school to use the bathroom. Nether one like using the school bathroom, and this behavior when on through the end of their High School years.

Just to note: My brother, sister, and I, during the 50’s and 60’s, did the very same thing my kids did, holding back till we got home from school. We didn’t like using the bathroom at school either. This was a major cause of the enemas we received, or as teens, gave to each other after school. And like my two kids, it went on through the end of our High School years. Today my nieces two kids, who are still in grade school, do the same thing, as to whether they receive enemas or a laxative, I can’t answer, because I’ve never asked, but I’ve overheard their mother fussing at them about it. I know my niece knows what’s going on, because, like my two, she and her sister did likewise, and received enemas for the resulting constipation.

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@Moppys_jalopy - No, it was not child abuse, it was a tried and true remedy into the 80’s for constipation. My kids pediatrician in the late 70’s and 80’s rule was, no laxatives for children under age 18, only enemas as needed for constipation. During the summer the enemas given went down. When school started back in the fall, the enemas given went up, sometimes almost on a weekly basis. The number one reason, holding back till they got home from school to use the bathroom. Nether one like using the school bathroom, and this behavior when on through the end of their High School years.

Just because you didn't like public bathrooms doesn't mean you need an enema. It just means you'll have an extra big dump when you get home. I didn't much like them and adjusted my schedule so I went first thing in the morning. I notice you are here with the rest of us so tell me again how it wasn't abuse. If you got them on a schedule and it sounds like you did then it would really meet my definition. I don't claim to be the preeminent authority on it but I have noticed that many who did get them on a schedule infest this site including me.

Oh yes.... my mother had me give her enemas when I was about 8 until i left for college at age 18. I was mainly the bag holder. She was not very modest and usually assumed the sims position.

My father gave my mother enemas on the weekends. The doors were rarely closed to their bedroom. Mother took all her enemas on the bed.

I walked into the bathroom a couple of times while he was giving himself a bulb enema.

this all took place in the 50's & 60's

My mom, to the best of my knowledge, never gave my dad enemas. She was a serious klysmo though. She gave herself many enemas, frequently. She was usually secretive but sometimes left the bathroom door open and I saw her taking them from my bedroom. She filled the devol bag to the top with Ivory soapy water. She would hold for a couple minutes and finally expel. She then took a plain water rinse enema. This was the same procedure she used on me.

@Rick6981 Oh my gosh, even I notice one of my students holds back going to the school bathroom and I always tell her it is okay go use the bathroom at school. Her mom told us that she waits till she goes home. For her not to use the bathroom is bad for her health and dangerous especially holding back a #2. No wonder her tummy hurts. I always ask 1. Water, 2. Bathroom, and 3. A nap.

My mom gave herself enemas in the bathroom but usually waited until my father and brother were out of the house and I never saw her do it. I know she gave a few enemas to my aunt (father's sister) over at her house and I saw her doing one through an open bedroom door, but only for a few seconds. My aunt was lying on the bed and my mom was holding the enema bag up.

I did not actually see my mother give herself an enema, but I am 99% sure she did. When I was a teenager at home during summer vacation I noticed a pattern. Sometimes after lunch mom would say, "I have a headache and I am going to take a nap before I go to work." She would go to her bedroom and close the door. Often, but not always, there would be the sound of running water coming from her bathroom sink. Then it would be quiet for several minutes. Then the toilet would flush, sometimes more than once. At the time I was giving myself enemas so the pattern was unmistakable.

I have no direct evidence my dad gave or got enemas although there were a few weekends where there was more activity in their bathroom at bedtime than normal brushing teeth and makeup removal. If it was enemas I am not sure who got it, mom or dad.

I knew my mom took enemas, but she was very discrete about it. We got them as kids and her mom was a RN who was an E fanatic as she also gave them to us. Once when I was real small, I asked my mom if she was bringing her bag to the hospital as she was getting ready to give birth, and replied, that they have them there! I watched my wife get enemas in the hospital for birth prep, and I was too afraid to get the disposable buckets that were tossed.

My mom was an RN and had no problem dishing them out. I never heard or saw her doing one but she did douche as you could smell the massengill when she did. The bag usually hung in the shower. I did hear her discussing her upcoming birth and telling the nurse she wanted an enema. She also called after another birth and chewed out the supervising nurse for not making sure she got one.

My post harkens back to the year on or about 1955 . I guess I could title this short share ' enemata interuptus ' for so it was . My favorite aunt , my dad's brother's wife , was a frequent and welcomed guest in our home and she and my mother were very good and close friends as well . One summer day my aunt arrived and after spending some time with her in our polite banter , I was about seven years old , my mother sent me outside to play with instructions not to return to the house until I was summoned by her . After about fifteen minutes , I had a strong urge to urinate and returned to the house to use the bathroom . As I opened the back door I could hear my mom and aunt with their usual lighthearted female banter and laughter echoing from somewhere inside the house .

As I arrived at the door of our rather large bathroom for the day the door was ajar a bit and I rushed in to relieve myself . As I entered , I was witness to the sight of my mom holding a bulging all white enema syringe complete with shiny metal ' cut off clamp ' and a long glistening white adult rectal pipe at the end of the hose . My sweet aunt was clad only in a ' bullet bra ' and ' all white full cut nylon panties ' of the era . My aunt immediately stepped behind my mother for modesty's sake and I turned my back on this unexpected scene and quickly stepped to the commode . My mother was furious at me for this shameless invasion of privacy and begin to harshly scold me accordingly . Then my aunt came to my rescue and instructed my mom to cease at once the perhaps deserved scold . As I begin to relieve myself , and from what I just witnessed in the bath and the severe scolding from mom I was surprised that I could even ' prime the pump ' to urinate , my aunt came and knelt down at my side and putting her arm around my shoulder in her kind soft voice explained to me that she had not been feeling well for several days and that she could not go to the bathroom so my mom was going to give her an enema to make her feel better .

In retrospect , I know on that day that the clean ' white ' enema syringe was my aunt's personal bag as our family syringe at that time was an all red two quart ' Kantleak ' manufacture with ' black ' attachment pipes for our enemas and mom's douches . The memory of my pretty brunette aunt clad in her now ' vintage ' lingerie as described is forever etched in my mind . The fact that my mom was about to give her an enema also resonates with me but is not surprising given that these two women were best of friends .

In closing my above true story , I was sent outside yet again after my ' tee - tee ' and for certain my mother and my aunt proceeded with her enema . After an hour or so of outside play , I was not about to return to the house for any reason now , my pretty aunt came strolling into the back yard clad in her lovely yellow sundress and broad brim hat and with her signature radiant smile patted me on the head as she knelt down beside me again and said that what I had witnessed in the bathroom that early summer afternoon was to be ' our little secret ' and so it was even to my ' sworn secrecy ' being ' sealed ' via a sweet , soft , chase ' kiss on the cheek ' from my aunt . My mom nor my aunt ever again mentioned my intrusion into their very private moment and mutual activity . My dear mom and aunt , who was my ' heroine ' in the above story , both passed away many years ago and both at an old age but left me this incident as a very young lad to recall and cherish as my years go by and with that being said my dear ladies to both of you , ....... thanks for the memories .

I never actually witnessed either of my parents get enemas, but I am fairly certain my mom gave them to my dad and to herself.

Never actually saw my father taking an enema.

Closest I came was right after college. I had my own apartment.

I'm the only person who has no-knock access to his house with a key.

He was upstairs taking an enema.

Once I realized it I did what I needed to do on the ground floor and left.

Never went upstairs.

Enemas were a regular occurrence in our house back in the 50's and 60's, and not just for the kids. Because we only had one bathroom, and mom's enema ritual could be a rather lengthy affair, we were all usually given an opportunity to use the toilet before an enema was given. Knowing that mom or dad was getting an enema was not a big thing. It was just all part of life back then. I never actually witnessed it though because enemas were always done behind a closed bathroom door. Dad's enemas were always administered by mom, usually in the evening. Dad would give mom evening enemas, but she would also self administer when dad was at work.

I never witnessed either of them getting enemas, but know they used enemas, judging from the wet enema bag drying in the bathroom. One time l asked why the bag was wet and my mom said she had to give daddy an enema last night.

It wasn't uncommon to find the enema bag drying in the morning. A couple of times the curved big shiny douche nozzle was still attached to the hose, It excited me. When i asked my mom about it she said it was for deep enemas. I wondered who got the deep enema during the night. Mom never said what its true purpose was, I just wanted it used on me.

One night I saw my mom in a bra and no panties with a full enema and a jar of Vaseline in her hand scurrying to their bedroom. It was the first time I saw her bush and realized my dad was going to get an enema that night. I felt kind of tingly knowing my dad was getting an enema. I tried to snoop in on the action, i could hear talking but didn't know what they said. I heard him run from the bedroom to the bathroom, the enema bag was hanging in the bathroom in the morning. I was intrigued knowing dad got enemas.

My mom was a Scorpio, the secret and sexual sign. She secreted her enema usage to the daytime when I was at school and dad was at work. I did return and found a wet enema bad hanging to dry. The presence of a douche nozzle told me my mom was giving herself deep enemas. I did not know anything about douching, after all my mom said it was for deep enemas. So we are an enema family, dad, mom sister, and I love we all get enemas

I remember I was very young don’t actually remember how old but I did remember walking in to the bathroom and mom was sitting on the toilet only had a bra on and had her full enema bag hanging from the towel bar with the enema nozzle in hand, she said momma is going to take a little enema right now you need to go play, with that she leaned forward and inserted the nozzle and opened the clamp. That’s all I really remember I also remember i used to shower with her and was really fascinated with her dark bush and didn’t know why, it was shortly after that she stopped showering with me, I guess because I was staring at her too much.

My mom left when I was a child so I have never seen my father giving her enemas. But, I have seen dad giving enemas to female friends of his. On the other hand, they have seen me receiving enemas too from my father… It's certainly called justice :-)

As a small boy, 5 or 6 years old, I did watch my RN mother giving full bag soapy enemas to two neighbor ladies.

It was the ‘50s and both ladies were very casual about their exposure. Both had magnificent bushes - one blonde and one black.

The brunette lady also had a lot of hair around her anus which was of interest to the blonde who watched closely as mom spread her cheeks to lube her with a big glob of Vaseline.

With blonde’s commentary about her bushy butthole, the brunette told the blonde to go away or she would make her is wish she had.

The blonde, standing completely nude, holding that bulging enema bag apologized and took a step back.

When mom was satisfied with her lube job, she took the large douche nozzle from the blonde and worked it into the brunette’s rectum moving it in and out several times before leaving it deep in the lady’s butt.

As mom opened the clamp, the brunette said how good she felt. With that the blonde gave mom a thumbs up and said she was looking forward to her enemas.

After each lady took two large soapy enemas, mom gave them each a plain water rinse enema. They continued holding the bags for mom with each enema.

When the blonde assumed her usual knee/chest position for her rinse, the brunette lady raised her hand and planted a hard open handed smack on her butt.

The blonde jumped and hollered. The brunette said, “That’s for making fun of my hairy butt.” The blonde immediately started laughing and said she deserved it.

The red hand print stayed prominent on her shapely cheek through her rinse enema and she grabbed her smacked cheek when she was let up go to the bathroom.

With the day’s enemas completed, the ladies both lit up a cigarette stood totally naked while they puffed. They chatted, looked out the high windows into our backyard and repeatedly thanked mom who was busy cleaning the enema gear.

As they were getting dressed, they asked mom if they could come back the next week. Mom said they could. The brunette, now fully dressed again, was leaving when she turned to mom and said, “See you next week, same time, same place, same menu.”

My mom did a fasting/enema routine once every month during her period. It was a European thing that she had learned from her mother. It helped her keep her weight down.

She always took the enema in the morning during her, and maybe for a day or two after her period stopped. It wasn't unusual to see her on her side or on all fours taking the enema in the morning. She used a separate syringe for enemas and she always put away after the week.

On the other hand, her douche syringe was always out in the bathroom. Once a great while she would take an enema at other times during the month, usually in the evening. When I got a little older I found out that the evening enema was preparation for anal intercourse.

Dita

Never saw any family adults taking enemas but one night I was about 9 and the 4 of us kids were playing Monopoly mom came out of the bathroom carrying the red bag and younger sister said “someone is going to get a enema”! Mom went into her bedroom and closed the door. A little later she came out in her bath robe heading straight for the bathroom. We went to look in her room and the empty bag was hanging from a nail above her bed. We now knew how adults got their enemas. Our enemas were always in the bathroom with the bag hung on a hook on one side of the window with us across mom or meemaw's lap while they sat on the window seat. Mystery solved!

Whilst I did not see the process start to finish I have very vivid memory of seeing my father stood leaning over against bathroom vanity and my mom giving him an enema.

I'd seen him undressed /changing before but this was first time I ever saw him not flaccid which at that age I was prob more drawn to seeing as I knew everyone in our house had enema from time to time.

I do know my mom gave herself enemas occasionally. When I was a teenager, home from school during summer, I noticed sometimes mom would say she had a headache and was going to take a nap. I would then hear water running in her bathroom followed by a period of silence, then the toilet flushing, sometimes multiple times. As someone who was giving herself enemas at the time, I recognized the pattern.

I don't know if mom and dad gave each other enemas. I never saw it, but sometimes in the evening, maybe after they had been out, I noticed longer periods of activity in the bedroom/bathroom than normal bedtime preparations. I assume they were having sex, and did that include an enema? I don't know.

My mother

wasn't shy when it came to enemas, she wouldn't mind if I came in to use bathroom during an enema or even if she was sat expelling and I wanted to ask something.

She wasnt an exhibitionist but wasn't prudish around being seen undressed either.

I think my father had far fewer enemas than my mother did and more private with it I do recall similar situation to above poster seeing him in the middle of an enema and clearly had made him stand to attention so to speak.

I guess properly why had much higher regard to privacy during than my mother ever did

My siblings and I never saw our parents giving each other or themselves enemas. What we did witness, however, was mom douching, if we had to use the bathroom after going to bed. Who we did witness, however, was moms two younger sisters. Our grandmother was a retired RN and taught her two younger daughters personal hygiene as preteens, then how to take care of and give children enemas. My brother and I were quite aware of this, because grandma used us as her subjects, when she taught the girls how to give childing enemas. Each girl having to demonstrate by giving us a soapy followed by a rinse enema. Afterwards, giving them the responsibility of doing our evening bath, including enemas and occasional spanking. Being closer in age to us than mom, they were more like siblings than aunts. So, it wasn’t unusual for grandma to tell the girls, “Give yourselves and the kids enemas this evening.” Which they took care of during our evening bath, giving us and themselves enemas. Allowing all involved to witness each other's enemas.