Seeing a family member get an enema

Generally enemas were private affairs growing up....except for the occasional adult assistant my mom would invite into the bathroom, but as far as siblings went, they were private. However enemas were so common place that from time to time I did by chance witness a few being administered (not including myself in front of a mirror). When I was 13 I got up in the middle of the night to pee and walked down our dark hallway to bathroom where I discovered the light on and the door open, my 9 year old sister naked on towel on the floor -- head down and butt up. My mother was sitting on the floor beside her, red bulb syringe in hand and a bowl of warm soapy water next to her on the floor. I lurked in the shadowy darkness, as I watched my mother spread my sister's buttocks and exposed her pink anus, already glistening with Vaseline. I heard the familiar sucking sound as mom filled the bulb syringe with water then methodically inserted the black nozzle into my sisters rectum. Bulb after soapy bulb...my sister groaning but not crying..taking it like a big girl.. There I stood in my underpants in the dark hallway, mesmerized, unable to walk away. I don't know if my mom caught sight of me or not. I witnessed the entire thing, from my mother mixing up a second bowl of soapy water whilst my sister expelled into the toilet to my mom telling my sister to take her time as she expelled the third and final plain water rinse enema of the night. Mom reminded my sister to turn of the bathroom light when she was finished and to go back to bed. Before mom turned around to leave, I crept back to my bedroom, that memory forever etched into my mind.

Playbob - what a wonderful experience! Thanks for sharing!

Over my childhood years, there were a number of occasions where I could hear someone getting a bag enema. Those receiving were my Dad, Sister, Sister-in-law and several other kids in a hospital ward. Most were troubling because of loud protests. My sister at home was memorable how she protested, "I don't want an enema", "I don't need an enema", "Take it out", "I'm full", "It hurts". The kids in the hospital ward cried. Then I went to summer camp, the nurse gave 7 kids enemas in one morning. There were a lot of comments. One kid I'll always remember by name asked a lot of questions about how an enema bag worked. Hope he became a scientist. When I was 16, my 18 y.o.girlfriend bought me a fountain bag just like hers. We wrote our names on our bags and used them whenever we could. The Golden Age of Enemas was truly an interesting time. Today I have enjoyed giving and receiving great enemas from a few Zity members. They were into giving as well as receiving making great memories. Thanks to all.

We are like family.

Just recently I watched my husband take an enema. My husband did not get enemas growing up, so for the first few, I was there to "Walk him through". No big deal for me. Similar to what I've done so many times. Probably knowing that I was watching and coaching may have aroused him more than it did me!!

I saw part of my sisters first enema and when the door was shut I listened to most of the rest of it. We grew up in a one bathroom house so if you weren't the one getting one you could always hear the other sibling getting one. In 2011 when I was in the hospital after my first colonoscopy due to bleeding afterwards. The nurse came in on day two and announced she had some good news and some bad news and asked what I wanted first? I said the good news and she said I would be getting a second colonoscopy that afternoon but because I hadn't eaten much in three days I didn't have to drink the gallon of prep. I asked what the bad news was and she said she would be coming back in a little while to give me a couple enemas. My sister almost fell out of her chair she was laughing so hard😃 When she composed herself she said she was going to the cafeteria and to text her after the enemas were over😃

I was an only child but I did see my mom take enemas from time to time. Occasionally she would leave the door cracked a little and I would slowly creep down the hallway. She would be laying on her back with her legs pulled up and her hips facing the door so I had a good view. The bulging red bag would he hung from the medicine cabinet door, the red hose disappearing into her dark bush between her legs. She would click open the shiny metal clamp and moan as the water entered her clogged bowels. Occasionally stopping the flow with the shutoff. It clicked really loud in the tiled bathroom. She usually would take the entire bag and immediately expel.

Good Morning Everyone....I am not too sure if this topic has been covered here yet or not, but for me personally, this whole thing started out when I was like nine or ten years old, after my mother had given me my first enema.....I did not like it too much then but as I grew into my teens, I almost began to crave being given an enema, and by the time I was 15 or so, I was an enema addict of sorts....I can recall a session my mother had once with her close friend Nancy and my grandmother, which was my mother's mother....My mother was very badly bound up and she called her doctor and he suggested that she try an "enemas till clear " session and so it began, and to this day, I still find myself reliving that situation and have many times over in my head and have even gone so far with it as to try to recreate that situation in my own life with my enema sessions.....I was home that day, and my mother told me that she was badly bound up and her doctor told her to try and enemas till clear session, and up to that point I had no idea what this was, but I was to learn very quickly.....So my mother had called my grandmother and told her what was wrong and openly asked her if she could come over and please help her with this situation....So about a half hour later, my grandmother was at our house and my mother was quite nervously getting things ready for her enemas and talking to my grandmother about what had to be done....She had asked my grandmother to please force her to keep going with the enemas until she was expelling clear water from her filling, regardless of how much she might beg or plead with her to stop, so my grandmother understood and then it all began.....She initially tried to call her friend Nancy to help her with it but could not reach her, so she instead wound up calling my grandmother, well just as my mother and grandmother were making their way to her bedroom to begin the enemas, Nancy happened to pull into our driveway and drop in for an unexpected visit.....I told my mother I would let her in and what was going on.....So they continued to her bedroom.....Well by the time Nancy got into the house and I had filled her in on what was about to take place, she lightly knocked at my mothers half open bedroom door, and as I peeked in myself, my mother was laying on her side, and my grandmother was just beginning to insert the large nozzle into her bottom , and I could hear my mother let out a slight moan from the intrusion of the nozzle...... I heard some minor talk between my grandmother and Nancy and then my mother spoke and said, " I need this to be effective, and I need you both to make sure I am completely cleaned out, no matter what it takes or what I have to endure to make this happen " ...I'll never forget hearing her mutter those words, it has stuck with me all these years.....Needless to say, I was getting very aroused by all that was starting to take place....The next sound I heard was the loud and audible snap of the opening of the metal clamp and my mother starting to moan saying things like " ohhhh, its hot, it's hot it's hot, please stop. oooohhhh please ....." Then I heard this...." The cramping is starting already, ohhhhh I need to go " ..... As I could see through only the half open door, only about 1/4 of the bag had flowed into her , and they told her she had to keep going and to remember she told them to make her take every drop....After a couple of minutes passed, they did stop the flow, but only for a couple of minutes and by the time I heard the clamp snap open again, my mother was rocking around on the bed, my grandmother was holding the bag up and Nancy was holding and keeping the nozzle firmly in place, deep in her bottom......The bag had gotten to be about 3/4 empty and was slowly filling her and then she started to moan quite a bit, telling them the cramps were biting in hard and then she was begging to please be let up , she had to go bad.....Well, they gave in and told her she was going to be getting another enema as she did not complete the first as she was supposed to do....I watched them help her up off the bed, leaving the hose and nozzle in her and carrying the bag, which still had about 1/4 of it left , and she came out of the bedroom, her tummy was noticeably swollen and she wanted to head right for our bathroom, and they told her she had to hold what she had in her, so she was led out into the kitchen and then tried to sit at the kitchen table, nozzle still in her bottom, totally naked and she just could not find a way to sit comfortably, so she asked them to take her into the livingroom, which they did and she wound up half sitting / laying on the sofa while she did her best to hold in what she had taken.....She just looked at me and said that this was for her own and her own well being as she had not had a BM in several days and all this was needed and necessary to keep her from getting really sick....But I also could not help but notice that her nipples were very , very erect so I suspected that there was some sexual arousal there as well....My mother was an exhibitionist and love to parade around the house nude whenever she could, so without her knowing what I thought she was feeling, I knew she was getting quite turned on by what was happening to her ....After about ten minutes had passed, she asked both of the ladies if she could go , so they agreed and helped her up off from the sofa and led her into the bathroom, and helped her to the toilet.....I went to my bedroom by this point and was more than turned on by this myself, and laid on my bed and began to rub my clit at what I had seen just from this first enema.....I then heard them leave the bathroom and my mother say something to the fact that " she needed another enema, and to make it a bit hotter and soapier than the first one" ......I stayed in my room and this only added fuel to the fire for me.....After about another 15 minutes, I was trying to listen close to what was taking place, and I heard my mother now in a deep groan asking them to stop again, which they gave into her and did.....At this point my grandmother and Nancy both were getting frustrated with her , and Nancy said to her--- " Maureen, we are not stopping the enemas until you manage to take the entire bagful, and hold everything , this is not going to stop, we will just keep giving you the enemas until you take the bag and get your system cleared out completely " .....I got up at this point and went out into the livingroom and again watched them lead her by her arms into the bathroom, hose and nozzle still left in her bottom as it wiggled all around it, almost as if she was trying to deliberately turn on or arouse anyone who watched it or saw it .....As she sat on the potty, she said " I will do my best take to the next enemas and take every drop, but I am so bound up, I just can't seem to get out what is constipating me, please make the next enema or two even stronger " ....God, hearing this had my clit dancing , I could not believe my mother was saying this to these two women .....She was either that badly in need or that wickedly turned on .....She finished expelling and again was headed to the bedroom for her 3rd enema, and I saw Nancy add something to the solution and it was mineral oil and about a tablespoon of pure glycerin , and she put in three long squirts of some strong soap ......My mother was able to take the entire bagful this go around but was she ever moaning and pleading.....After they got her up-- they both had her do something I had never seen before...They told her to stand in place and walk but not actually walk around but rather walk in place while she held the contents of the bag.....So she held the bag in one hand and the other was grasping at her tummy and then she began to walk in place, and it was a real turn on for me and I am sure for Nancy as well, because her bottom was facing us all and the sight of her bottom with that hose and nozzle hanging out of it, and her full heavy breasts bouncing at her distended tummy , it just looked so erotic, it made things stir in us both.. She did this for like 3 or 4 minutes then said she really had to go bad....They let her make her way to the potty and finally the impaction she had in her had broken up enough so she was able to finally pass whatever it was that had bound her up....You could hear it as her system emptied and she voided the enema ....Then as she came out of the bathroom, she asked both women if they would please give her one more enema to make certain that she was totally cleaned out....About 2 hours had passed at this point and I needed to have an orgasm badly, so I told the ladies I was going to my room to take a nap, but I think Nancy knew or had an idea of what I really was going to be doing ......They gave her the next enema, and after it was over , my grandmother left and Nancy stayed behind a while longer and she and my mother talked for a while and I could hear my mother thanking her for her help with the enemas , and she appreciated her being sop stern and strict with her during the enemas.....My mother had many enemas after that, and several before that incident as well, but this is the one enema session that really stood out in my mind, and the one that really got my addiction for enemas fueled the most.....With this, did anyone else here every see their parents get enemas that turned into something quite erotic ??? Please feel free to leave me messages or posts about this, as I feel kind of weird sharing this all with you, but just wondering in anyone else had ever witnessed something like this taking place while growing up and maybe even during an enema session themselves ?? Enjoy the waters .....

Never had someone watch, but definitely have experienced those times where you're constipated so much that the enema isn't able to get above the block easily, so you're taking over and over and finally things start to come out. Haven't had that happen since I became more aggressive in dealing with my bowels.

I think your mom was right and having someone else probably would help a lot.

No one ever came to the house to help my mom with her enemas but she took them often. She had constipation problems and I follow in her foot steps. It seems like she would take one or two enemas per week. The bag hanging in the tub was seldom dry. She would fill the B.F. Goodrich combination bag completely, I remember being amazed at how it bulged, since it was only partially filled for my enemas. She would always tell me when she was about to have an enema since we only had one bathroom. She would usually have it all ready and tell me that if I needed the bathroom to go now, that she would be taking an enema and would be in the bathroom for a long time. She would be totally naked, ready for her enema. I would always go pee even if I did not need to, just so I could see the full bag hanging from the medicine cabinet door, the red hose coiled in the sink and the adult sized black, bat shaped nozzle covered with Vaseline, sticking out over the side of the sink. She would have several towels on the floor. After I would pee, I would go back to see if she shut the door completely. Sometimes it would be open just a little and I could see her laying in the floor on her back, feet toward the door so she could not see me. She would have her feet flat on the floor, and he knees drawn up. The hose would disappear between the cheeks of her ass and the shiny metal shut off would be near the nozzle end of the hose to be in easy reach. She would snap open the shut off and it would be loud in the tiled bathroom. I would hear her moan as the water filled her. She would often stop the flow and rub her stomach to ease the cramps. I never saw her rub her genitals so I think she did not get sexual satisfaction from the enemas, but she sure took them often. She would continue until the bag was empty, then lay there for a few minutes. At this point I would always try to get a good look at the bag. Its sides would be sucked in flat, quite a contrast to the full bloated bag a few minutes earlier. She would finally get on the toilet and let out a torrent of water and hard chunks of waste shooting into the bowl. Sometimes she would take a second enema. I would also try to watch that one if possible.

Glad you can relate this. Similat experiences in my youth

To Those Here In The Group Who Have Read This, thank you all for being so kind and understanding about this post.....It is kind of a sensitive thing with me, and I was just really curious about those who might have seen something like this happen in their youth, as for the longest time I have felt completely alone by all of this and wondered if others have had similar situations or experiences....I can tell you in all honesty, my mother was in need, there was no doubt there at all , but in hindsight , I also believe she was very , very turned on by what was taking place with her at the time.....You could almost see it in her body language, by the way she slowly walked to the bathroom as she was being led there by the two women, and the way her bottom wiggled and nervously shook around the hose and nozzle... It got me quite aroused and I hate saying this because it was my mother, but it was also the situation that was unfolding the way it was and the things that were being said by all .....My mother even tried to be lighthearted about it all , and joked during a couple of the enemas , after she was filled and holding that she looked and felt like she was pregnant and as she was being led to the bathroom, she had to try to get out the baby that was lodged in her tummy.....As twisted as this might sound, it only served to turn me on and I know it did Nancy as well.....I watched Nancy and her flushed expressions and could tell that she was going to spend a good part of that night like myself, masturbating .....So with that, and all that I have shared with you here, do any of you think that your mother or some other family member got aroused quite a bit while being given an enema or enemas ?? I would appreciate sincerely any feedback on this, thank you all again....

My mother definitely did not get aroused by enemas but there were a couple of adults during my early childhood that certainly did. One was an older aunt who would comment on her colonics to the other women in the kitchen during family gatherings. She would mention the health benefits of regular colon cleansing. I peeked into her bathroom whenever we visited their house and was always rewarded with the sight of an open top enema bag hanging in the shower.

The other was the mother of a second grade school friend. She would come over for coffee occasionally and never failed to mention her "physic" and good it made her feel afterwards. I think she may have been hinting at finding a like-mined partner. (All this pieced together years later.) I do know that her son regularly received enemas and was in dread of his grandmother's enemas which he said were awful.

Our mother definitely enjoyed giving us enemas, as did her sister. My sister and I got them at least weekly, as did our two cousins. Mom and Aunt Rachel gave them to each other and both gave them to us.

I had to have enemas frequently as a young boy and my younger sister and younger brother were always peeking, and sometimes caught peeking.

When they were getting their enemas, occasionally I was able to peek.

Over all though, there were a few times when more than one of us needed an enema for the same reason / illness, and then we were given our enemas in front of each other (this only happened when we were real young )

so yes, I've been seen and have seen other family members get enemas

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Steve

Enemas at our house, were for the most part, not private affairs. As kids we received enemas together on mom’s bed laying nude across the bed on towels with our feet hanging halfway to the floor. The three of us, my brother, sister, an I, were all in the bedroom together nude whenever we received our enemas along with mom’s paddle to remind us to behave. It was different at our grandmothers, enemas at her house were mostly private affairs in her bathroom except for a few times when she did my brother an I together. After our grandmother taught us to give ourselves enemas, just before our teens, we started giving each other enemas after school two or three times a week before our parents got home from work. This continued all the way through our High School years.

I grew up in a big family if someone was getting a enema everyone knew it, usually the one receiving the enema would have to endure the snickers and smirks from brothers and sisters on the way

No, never saw anyone getting an enema. I was the only one who had to suffer through that humiliation. See, I was a very constipated kid. I used to drink a lot of milk which in turn made me constipated. So I am the only one who ever got water shot up their ass. Freddy

I remember seeing my sister during different stages of getting an enema and shamefully "accidentally" seeing her either Simms or knee chest with a tube hanging from her bottom. Besides recieving them myself this helped awoken my enema fetish.

I received enemas on a regular basis and often took them with my brother and my cousin ( who was the same age) when she visited. Both our mothers were strong believers in routine enemas. We took them together and so saw each other all the time.

I have seen numerous enemas administered to family, friends, and even a few strangers. As a youngster, enemas were not usually a very private affair. It seems that an audience was pretty common until my older sister and I approached our teens. I also saw suppositories and RT's involving my younger sisters.

In one of the most memorable instances, my sister and I were next door at grandma's watching TV after dinner. My mom came over and was carrying the familiar red enema bag. We both noticed and our hearts were racing. My sister thought it was for my benefit and asked mom if she was going to give me an enema.

My mom told her that since she hadn't pooped for a couple of days, she and grandma were going to give her one. I was in seventh heaven and couldn't resist the temptation to tease her as she had usually done to me. I enjoyed the moment and the preparation and was intently focused right up until I was shooed from grandma's bedroom. I only got a brief glimpse as my sister was on her back with the nozzle inserted.

Once my sister made a beeline for the toilet, I was able to eavesdrop as the enema bag was rinsed and hung in the shower. I overheard my sister tattling that I had been teasing her. She suggested that I get one as well.

As soon as we returned home from grandma's, I found myself naked in the tub with mom hovering over me with the black nozzle threatening. My sister was on a folding chair observing the festivities. My enema seemed extra soapy and uncomfortable. My sister snickered until bedtime where we shared our experiences.

Having received only one session with the bag and pipe as a child, I have only MY memories to base my opinions on. My brother is a different story. Many times I tried to watch the event, and each time I was shooed out of the bathroom, but I could hear most of what transpired. My Brother hated enemas, and was not opposed to relaying his opinions. My Mother often had a few comments of her own about My Brothers enemas, and after comparing each of their views, I am very glad I wasn't present to see all the misery that transpired. Because I am a Klismaphiliac, and have been for over 60 years.

I often saw my sisters getting enemas and they saw me and we also gave each other enemas. It was no big deal and it was a pleasant experience for the most part. We all came to enjoy it.

I was the only one in the family who got to experience our enema bucket at home, though I do know my parents had at least one enema each at the hospital while I was alive.

My sister never saw that I know of. Didn't see me get suppositories either (again that I know of).

I saw or heard all of my family receive enemas growing up. The first time I clearly recall such an event was mom giving my little sister a bulb enema. I am guessing I was about 4 and my younger sister around 2. We were at the breakfast table and mom took my little sister out of her high chair and headed to the bedroom with my older sister and I following. Mom undressed her, laid her on a towel on the bed, and gave her several squirts from the red bulb. It made an impression on me for sure

I was seen very often getting suppositories or enemas but I also saw family members getting them. and I was not the only one screaming & kicking. once I remember that mom and me were at my aunts house. she told my mother that my cousin is constipated and if she could help her giving him a suppository.

5 mins later I saw him laying on his back. his arms fixed by my mom & his legs pushed back by his. my aunt gave him the suppository and he started to scream as loud as he could.

but apparently my aunt was't happy with the result, cause I heard her saying that he should go back to the sofa. she came back with a towel, water & an enema bulb. again he layed on his back, with his legs up & screaming.

on the one side I felt sorry for him on the other side I was happy it wasn't me - at least this time.

I saw a lot of family members getting an enema. once I saw one of my cousins getting a bulb enema. even though he was very calm he had to lay on his back and his legs were pushed back. obviously my whole family used that position. I think I never saw any other position.

my little sister was like me. she screamed and kicked. more than once I heard her screaming like hell. but it didn't help at all. once I remember her laying on my parents bed with her legs pushed back from grandma doing a bulb enema while dad fixed her arms trying to calm her down.

The only two people that I have seen get an enema are my wife and my younger sister. My wife believes in taking an enema or two every months just because she thinks that a cleaning out is a good thing to do. Our master bathroom has no door on the main area, although there is a door on what we call the potty room. If my wife is doing an enema she is in the knee-chest position in that main area and I've seen her there many times. Growing up, and I've related this many times, we lived in a small ranch style house that had only a bath and a half. If anyone was getting an enema it was in the full bathroom, which was also right next to my bedroom. My younger sister was a frequently recipient and a couple of times I saw her lying over mom's lap with the hose up her butt.

My introduction to was enemas watching my younger brother get one. He was four or five and our grandparents had given us some chocolate cigarettes (it was the fifties)and Jim had eaten the whole box. He complained of a tummy ache and didn’t each much dinner. As dinner was ending my mother said that she would give him an enema before bed. My dad who was going back to work asked her she wanted him to send some one to help her. She said no, she could manage. Now at this point I was barely paying attention having no idea what they were talking about.

About an hour later I found out. Mom brought a couple of towels out the living room couch and spread them out. She then brought out a metal bowel full of milky white water and four ounce red bulb syringe with a black tip on the end. I still wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but it looked ominous. I remember being fascinated and curious at the same time. Mom stripped him completely bare and put him on the towels on his back. I planted myself right next to the couch and so I could watch every detail. Mom put some Vaseline on the nozzle, filled the bulb and told him. “Hold up your little legs.” He lifted his legs and they kind of spread apart. In went the pipe and she squeezed the soapy water up him. The minute the nozzle went in he started howling and kicking his feet up and down. By the time the second bulb full was in he was bawling. He kept bawling, squirming and kicking while she gave him two or three more bulbs. She carried him to the bathroom and sat hIm on the toilet with a small blanket around his shoulders. He sat there crying while he expelled it.

This was my first exposure to an enema. I intensely fascinated and curious, but based on my brother’s reaction I was didn’t want one myself.

I only saw my sister and cousin a few times. Nothing remarkable.

My father was sick in bed, so I walked his bedroom to wish him well. What I saw was him lying on his let side, wih Mom holding the familiar enema can high overhead. Needless to say, I was invited o leave pronto.