Did mom know enemas were sexually stimulating you?

I got the last enema from mom when I was about 11 years old. Did I get an erection from them? I don’t remember. If I did, I probably didn’t understand why. I knew that I liked the feeling of the water going into my ass but at the time I was not yet aware of a sexual connection. Did she know? Maybe. Maybe when she caught me giving myself an enema she knew what was happening and that is why she stopped giving them to me. I didn’t figure it out until later when I realized that an enema was fun, and jacking off was fun, but doing them together was the best.

I can remember being given enemas at home by my mom, grandmother,and aunt since the age of four, beginning with the use of small enema bulb syringes. The use of enemas for health was passed on from generation to generation in my family. When I started to have serious problems with constipation at the age of twelve, the pediatrician had the adults at home give me a weekly enema.

At that time the enema bulb syringes were much larger with a long and thick nozzle. When it was lubricated and inserted into my anus, after a finger was inserted to check for obstructions, the nozzle would cause me to experience erotic anal feelings. I secretly enjoyed the tight feeling of nozzle and the warmth and stimulation of the warm water and Ivory soap.

By the time I was age thirteen when enema bags were being used with me with nozzles of various sizes, I began to have erections during the insertion of the nozzle and the flow of the warm and soapy water. It became apparent to the adults at home that I was sexually stimulated by enemas. As I grew older and my penis grew longer and thicker, I had bigger erections which my mom and other adult family members would initially stare at and then ignore during the enema.

When I was alone at home, I would secretly give myself enemas with the enema bulb syringes with lubricated long and thick nozzles in order to stretch my anus wider, experience erotic anal spasms and enjoy the feelings of the warm and soapy water.

My mother certainly had to know.

Since almost all of my enemas were given by my mother with me bent over the bathtub, my prominent erection was somewhat concealed by the tub wall. I am sure my mother was aware of my 'growing condition' but spared me the embarrassment of talking about it. When the enema bag was empty and I was full of soapsuds it was very difficult to remain bent over the tub, but I tried so my mother would not see the obvious boner I was sporting. Usually it was so urgent I could not wait for my mother to leave the bathroom and I fled to the toilet, erection in full view.

As I said, she kindly never mentioned it. Since my mother generally stayed in the bathroom at the sink fixing the next enema, I could only sit there praying my erection would fade. This happened pretty much any time I got an enema until I was 17 and got my last enema from my mother.

This is for all the pederasts out there:

Of course mom knew; my erection told the tale. Well, that and when I ejaculated all over the place when she put the nozzle in my ‘Hiney hole’..

Now, go get some tissues, clean up, and go about your day.

My Auntie gave me an enema on vacation for the very first time. It felt very hot in my tummy and I wanted to expel in the next second but she used her thumb to plug my little 10yr old butt and her two finger on my clitt. I got sweaty, had a funny sweet feeling, I had to surrender. Anytime I asked to poop she plugged my butt harder. She let go of me to poop but after effect was so good, I slept. Then after I started wanting more

At the age of 13, from my mother's point of view, I was so off track that she thought the only way to catch me was with a few punishment enemas.

After some shouting, protesting, and bickering, I found myself in the bathroom on my knees/elbows to receive a load of mom's dreaded curd soap solution from our now-established, open-topped red rubber bag.

When inserting the nozzle I got a strong erection. That shouldn't have gone unnoticed by Mom. But she ignored that and gave me the soap and then the two bags with clear water.

Apparently my childhood was history with that; I haven't had any enemas from mom since.

A dry spell of about ten years followed for me...

Never had sexual arousal as a child from an enema. If we talk about erection, then yes, it was more than once. This is a spontaneous erection caused by pressure on the prostate and strong nervous excitement, shame and embarrassment.

Come on really ? That is silly, of course she knew it. It turned her on....

This is something i have often wondered about. Then there is always the question if they were exciting for her and my aunt? It was never overt, but i am thinking many givers, either mother, aunt or grandmother knew exactly what they were doing. But they always had the excuse that they were administrating "for health reasons" The hanging bag was a totally acceptable and common treatment back then, mothers and others were just "helping out" I am thinking there were some very naughty ladies back then

If she did know, she never said anything specific regarding my reactions, whether involuntary or otherwise. I thought I was always pretty sneaky and discrete when enemas were intended as sexually arousing.

The one time she sort of spilled the beans, or sort of triggered a sequence of events , was when I was sent to buy an enema bag because our old red one had become unusable while administering to my sister.

I kind of protested but she commented "you know what to buy, you've bought them before, and the doctor wants me to give your sister these enemas before her tests in the morning".

This had been the basis for a story from years ago when I began dating the clerk who waited on me at the drug store.

Taking advantage of the topic, I would like to know if, over time, the "reactions" to the enema decrease, that is, enemas become so normal that there are no more reactions such as erections

The reactions, involuntary and otherwise, have never diminished over the decades. I suppose what diminishes are the potential outcums. Aging sucks in many ways, but the mind seems to still remain fairly clear.

Inasmuch as the fetish aspect is mainly psychological, until the mind fails, there is still plenty of wishful thinking!

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Inasmuch as the fetish aspect is mainly psychological, until the mind fails, there is still plenty of wishful thinking!

... you can't contradict that...😂😎

Because of shyness I suppose, I pulled away and protested in my teens when my mother asked about giving me an enema, but she arranged for a family friend that was studying nursing to come over. She hadn't told me before hand and it was a surprise when the friend that I didn't know knocked on the bedroom door and said she wanted to talk to me. I'll spare you the details but that went on for quite a few years and was indeed educational beyond the anticipations of my mother I am certain.

@Mike E - Spare nothing!! DETAILS!!!!!

Mom gave me enemas routinely from age 9 to 13. I don't remember if I got an erection during the early ones, but certainly by the time I was 12 it would exceptional if I didn't get an erection. Puberty was going gangbusters by then and my erection grew more and more impressive each week as it sprang forth from my dark curly pubes.

Mom told me it was normal for boys to get erections during an enema. Even saying once that dad also got erections during an enema. Of course she would know that as she administered his enemas as well.

She stopped giving me enemas after the time I had an orgasm and ejaculated during an enema at 13.

I wasn't sure if the enemas that dad got were therapeutic, medicinal or foreplay. It may have been a mix of motivations. I suspect that when mom started giving me enemas, dads' enemas became more frequent as well. (You know, since all the equipment is out.)

Did my mom know of my love of enemas? - It's a question I wondered about but would be too embarrassed to have ever asked. I knew she herself was hooked on enemas... and she must have figured out I was as well since I kept my enema bags hanging in a zipped closed large plastic garment bag in the cellar we shared of the two family house.

Well I love getting or giving enemas it excites me I get hard either way so they had to know! Most of us are here because of those enemas how could mom of my aunt feel any different we don’t…….it’s why we are here.

If she did know, she never said anything specific regarding my reactions, whether involuntary or otherwise. I thought I was always pretty sneaky and discrete when enemas were intended as sexually arousing...

I kind of protested but she commented "you know what to buy, you've bought them before, and the doctor wants me to give your sister these enemas before her tests in the morning".

This had been the basis for a story from years ago when I began dating the clerk who waited on me at the drug store.

What tests was she to undergo, what decade would this have been?

This occurred in the early 1970's. My sister was scheduled for a lower GI due to some type of digestive issues as I recall. My mom or sister never reported any of this to me after the events. I do recall teasing her about getting the enemas and she told mom that I teased her, thereby resulting in me getting an enema thereafter. That was commonplace when too much interest or teasing was involved. I usually got it in the end when I teased her. She could tease me unmercifully with impunity.

BTW...I put that enema/douche bag to good use whenever the opportunity arose...even after I had moved out of the house and returned for visits. It did disappear after both my parents were deceased. I would have loved to find it!

Oh yeah. I recall when I was about 8 or nine, she was giving me an enema on her bed, I was laying on my tummy and I got a total erection. It felt good rubbing against her bed spread. It stood straight out when I got up. I looked at it, I looked at her, she looked right at it, then looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and put my hand on it, and walked to the toilet with out spilling. I will never forget it.

I didn't think much of it, until later in my life. I had been quite confused about my mom. Sometimes she was really controlling and strict. My first sexual fantasies were related to her giving me enemas, while she was being strict and threatening me with spankings. I never really thought she was getting of on our spankings or enemas. But later in life, when I was in college, I let her see me naked which let to her asking me if she could give me a bath. She said the she can remember when she used to clean my bottom. her giving me a bath was totally erotic. She gave me that smile again.

It never went further than that.

I am Ok if it gets her off.

She told me that her mom gave her enemas and I cant help but wonder how she felt about them.

I am confident she did have fantasies and think she gave me the enemas on purpose. Many years later, I would be at her house during the covid lock down and we saw a movie about the Roman Emperor Nero. There was a scene where Nero had relations with his mom. Mom said that if a brother and sister, or mom and son want to be together, then it should be OK.

So I think my mom was kinky. I think She knew and she liked it.

Yes, I'm sure of it. She gave me enemas until I was 13 and I often had an erection. At first, she didn't let on that something was going on, but then she decided to talk to me about it, and I admitted that the tip in my ass turned me on.

Of course, they stimulated her also!!

It’s interesting looking back at how, when, and why we received enemas as kids. At the time, the sexual aspects of enemas never crossed our minds. Simply because, we didn't know they existed. We were, however anal erotic, and enemas scratched that itch. But as we slowly became teenagers, that started to change.

Did mom and grandma know enemas had sexual overtones, sure they did. The exception was our young aunts, they were as curious and innocent as we were. Both were preteens, when grandma taught them personal hygiene along with, how to care for and give children enemas. Afterwards, giving them the responsibility for doing our evening bath, including enemas and occasionally spanking.

The funny thing about mom was, she hated getting enemas herself, but giving enemas was something else again. If it was a rainy day, the type that last all day long, there was a good chance mom would give us an enema out of the blue. That was especially true, if she only had her nightgown on without anything under it. However, if she had her street clothes or a nightgown with panties, it was less likely, but not nonexistent. Realizing, as we got older, that giving us enemas turned her on. Especially after a spanking, laying naked across her lap.

One way we could tell what was going to happen, was from what we saw when called to the bathroom. If mom was in a bra and panties or nightgown, along with a full enema bag, we were in for a spanking followed by an enema laying naked across her lap. If she was in normal street clothes, it could be anything, from talking our temperature rectally, checking us for constipation, or an enema in the knee chest position. But usually, not a spanking, but that wasn’t a guarantee either.

Her two younger sisters, on the other hand, both liked getting and giving enemas. As kids, both mom and her sisters, gave us enemas out of the blue. Happening mostly on rainy days. Enemas out of the blue were different from our normal routine enemas. The normal routine was a soapy followed by a rinse enema. However, enemas out of the blue were different. First, they were only rinse enemas. Second, they were larger in volume. And third, they lasted longer than usual. Even grandma occasionally, said something about us being moody or out of sorts needing an enema, when we really weren’t. Then told, one or both of her younger daughters, to take care of us. Giving the girls an opportunity, to not only give us an enema, but themselves as well. The funny thing was, we looked forward too, in a strange kinda way.

As for who got the most adventuresome, both mom and grandma were subtle about giving us enemas out of the blue. Saying something like, “I know y’all aren’t feeling good, so I’m going to give you an enema to help feel better.” But moms two sisters weren’t subtle. They were closer in age, and more like siblings than aunts. And just as curious and mischievous as us. They would start, by saying in earshot of grandma, that we were being moody or ill tempered. It usually didn’t take grandma too long to take the bait. Telling the girls, “You know how to deal with it, so stop talking about it, and take care of it.” It was during one of the enemas out of the blue, that the girls first let us give them enemas. Making things easier, whenever they gave us enemas, especially for them. And I’m reasonably sure, grandma was aware it.

During bath time in the evening, things could get rather playful, especially when we were all in the large dual head shower together. Because the shower was large enough to accommodate the five of us, the girls always got undressed, once they were in the bathroom. So, on evenings when they gave us enemas, like us, they were naked. At first, they gave us enemas lay across their bare lap, then as we got older, in the knee chest position. Still occasionally, putting us across their bare lap naked, because they enjoyed feeling us against their bare thighs. I know, I enjoyed feeling their bare legs pressing against my young hard-on laying across their lap, because it really felt good!

As preteens, once grandma taught us personal hygiene an enemas became our responsibility. Mom and grandma both stopped giving us routine enemas. Grandma, however, still gave us all a 3H enema once a year. But mom’s two sisters on the other hand, were different. Being more like siblings than aunts, we continued giving each other enemas well into our late teens. Something we all mutually enjoyed as healthy young adults.

I don’t think so. When she gave me the last enema, I was about 11 or 12 years old and didn’t know myself that the pleasant feeling I got from an enema was sexual. I don’t remember if I got an erection during her enemas. If I did, she never said anything about it. Those enemas were quick, just a couple of squirts with the bulb and she left the room. Because she didn’t give them very often and she did it quickly, I don’t think she got any pleasure from giving enemas.

Interesting as I have no idea how to even address this concept . Why did my mom only give me & herself enemas when there were 2 other kids in the house ? She was an enema obsessed person & gave herself enemas almost every day . She made no attempt to hide it whatsoever . Red bag , adult nozzle as she waylaid me in the bathroom when no one is around the house . Sometimes in her night gown & she had prominent breasts standing there holding the bag up above the tub . Man I think someimes she had to be doing it for sexual reasons but never touched me at all . I never got hard because I can control a hard on really well .My nurse that comes to my house occasionally has never seen me hard , She has no way of knowing I come while expelling with the blower on for cover .

She is awesome . G

I don't know what Mom thought. I knew I liked enemas while I was still very young. I gave myself enemas with a squeeze bulb that was readily available in the bathroom. The last enema I got from Mom was probably when I was 6 or 7. I do remember feeling like giving myself an enema was somehow naughty and must be private. As an adult I now know that very little escaped Mom's notice and that probably didn't either. It was never mentioned.

I'm sure she saw the erection I always got whenever anything was put into my anus, whether it was a a rectal thermometer, suppository or enema nozzle, even when I was a baby and right through my childhood and early adulthood. I also ejaculated a few times from age 12 on when I was being given an enema, although she never said anything to me about it and it didn't stop her from giving me enemas.

No, because they were not! Growing up I absolutely hated the idea of having to get an enema. I'm not sure what the reason was but I was anything but a happy camper when mom got out the enema bag and informed me that I was the recipient.

I never became aware that she knew for certain. The slippery effluent and erections were common, but no discussion ever occurred. I was young enough that ejaculation wasn't the result, and it was several years before I learned about those sexual/sensual involuntary responses.

Obviously, those responses became voluntary and enhanced/triggered with the use of enemas and other anal stimulation.

With the enema bag usually wet after we were locked outside, or sent next door to grandmas, I have little doubt that mom and dad enjoyed some playtime. Both had a twinkle or grin when enemas were a topic of discussion. Perhaps it was their way of discretely suggesting enemas were an enjoyable adjunct to other foreplay.

BTW...they idolized JFK, Marilyn Monroe, and other ass...ociates.