My Mother surprised me one Saturday morning with my first “adult” enema when I was about 10 or so. I had been literally begging Mom, daily, to give me one ever since a next door neighbor girl had told me about her Mother giving her one with what she called her Mom's douche bag. But, Mom ignored my request and thought that I was absolutely crazy to want enemas. I knew that I needed help so I rode my bike over to my Grandmother's house (Mom's Mother) to enlist her help. She listened and agreed to help and even went as far as buying Mother a new Rexall Victoria Combination syringe to use on me. Her only statement to me was “Mike, you'd better be careful for what you ask, for it just might turn out to be not what you actually wanted!” My Grandmother was a wise woman! (But, she really missed that particular bit of advise).
As for what she did … She didn't call Mom on the phone…. Or ask her to come over for a visit… all she did was visit her personally on my behalf and then give Mom the syringe in person. Mom could not turn her down!
But, to tell you the truth, even that did not help me get an adult enema.
Well, I didn't give up after that. In fact, I kept right on begging Mom to give me one. Days went by. Weeks went by. Then, one Saturday morning when I didn't have school and she didn't have to go to work things changed.
She, undoubtedly, got up early and decided to honor my request.
What did she do?
Well, I was asleep while she prepared my enema and had my enema waiting on me when she came into my room to wake me up.,.
Mom even made that event special.
She eased into my room without waking me. Then, she sat down on the side of my bed and gently rubbed the back of my neck with her finger. (I thought it was a fly and slapped it only to find that it was Mom)
I sort of rolled away from her, but she leaned over, kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “Wake up… I have a surprise for you!”
I sat up and gave her a hug.
Then, she took my hand and pulled me into my bathroom, where I saw the new Rexall syringe Grandma had got filled and waiting on me above the toilet.
Mom, I remember, ended up giving me 3 adult enemas that day. And they were all great.
After Mom had finished giving me my enemas, I found her in the kitchen drinking some coffee. I went over to her and hugged her neck, kissed her cheek and thanked her for helping me out. As a result of Mom doing this for me, I started doing little things for her without being asked. And, as a result of my doing that, Mom gave me many more.