I have always wondered if moms back in the fifties were aware of the psychological impact that giving their boys enemas would have on their later lives? How could they not see the effect that inserting fingers and nozzles into young naked bottoms would have.
After all these years, I still wonder if mom was driven in part by her own childhood experiences, and the gratification that came with repeating the ritual on her own child?
Regardless of her motivation, after decades of enema use, I still regard my childhood enema memories with great pleasure.