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!

@sse4fun

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.