Started sneaking enemas at my parents’ house at age 15 right after discovering how to give myself an orgasm a few days before. I’d been (enjoying) watching, smelling and feeling my RN mother’s rubber enema bag in her bath for years, and the first time I saw her amber rubber bag hanging a day or so after 1st orgasm, I added her bag, hose and “bat” shaped douche nozzle to my next masturbation, with spectacular results. That 1st one was just her nozzle in my rear, the next, #2, was nozzle plus rubber bag over my nose (rubber fetish, too), and #3 was nozzle plus 6-8 fl oz enema flowing in before starting my fap. Wow!
I snuck enemas like that at home for another ~7 years including a few at my Chicago aunt’s house on a family trip the same summer of 15, until after I graduated college in 1974, age 22. Right after that, I bought my own drugstore enema/douche setup and did all my enemas away from home after moving about 140 miles East from their home to my college city apartment. I also recall a serious medical but later turned fun phone conversation with my RN mom from that apartment about a year or two later.
She was telling me to be sure to follow all the preop instructions for my very first colonoscopy I was having at age 24. As far as I knew, she never knew anything about my enema habit, so was telling me to take all 2 quarts of each of 2-3 prep enemas I needed. Just to have some fun while talking with mom about it, I remember accentuating it when I asked her on the phone if I REALLY needed to take TWO WHOLE QUARTS each time because that sounded (in 1976 at age 24) like such a HUGE amount of water pumped into my belly. She made sure in good nursing practice to say yes, really take it ALL 2-3 times to be sure my doc could see well inside. I of course complied, but on the phone with her acted like I couldn’t believe it was so much, even though in my mind I was THRILLED at having a medical reason to take 3 big enemas in one day, loving every one! I only had the average plastic red drugstore bag and measured the first one with a measuring cup at 2 quarts. I loved that one so much that I filled the bag to absolute maximum for the next 2, about 2.5 quarts! I don’t think mom ever knew, (may she forever Rest In Peace since 1994), about my habit or how delighted she’d made me on that and later calls to insist I pump as much medical enema into me as necessary
Since I obviously enjoyed all my enemas then and still now 46 years later, I want to clarify talking with mom about them. For countless reasons, for all of my >50 years with her, I immensely respected and adored my mother. In those enema calls I was simply increasing my own internal delight and enjoyment of my enema experiences by openly talking to her in real medical and nursing terms but not revealing my fetish to her. I was neither trying to annoy or injure her by putting anything over on her nor enjoying having done so. It was quite the opposite. We had a very close relationship our whole life together, and in discussing my medically-necessary enemas, we 1) had a loving pleasant mom-kid talk in her field, 2) gave me good medical information, 3) gave her satisfaction at being a good professional nurse especially with her adult son, and 4) gave me immense private confidential relief and delight at reinforcing that I could enjoy my kink without injuring myself.
Eric
TLDR: Enemas since 15, phone fun with RN Mom (see below).
Hell, for all I know, she either somehow knew what I was doing and/or just knew from nursing practice that young men at least get erections during enemas (and was smiling to herself thinking about mine)!!! Mom and I really loved each other to death, and more power to her, I hope she knew exactly what I was doing and just didn’t tell me!!!! You go, Mom!!!!!!!!!! 😀❗️❗️❗️
(Thanks, Mom. ❤️)
Your loving kinky son,
Eric, MD (real middle name)