I can only remember begging my Mother for an erotic enema one time. I was about 12 years old if my memory serves me correct. I had been off at a boy scout camp for the weekend. While there I shared a tent with two older boys who were talking about the enemas that their mothers had given them. I listened but did not participate in the conversation. I knew what enemas were because Mom had been giving them to me all my life. But, I had never ever heard of an erotic enema. But, I was curious and decided that I had to have one. So, I began plotting a plan to get Mother to give me one!
The Plan
When we returned from the scouting weekend, I decided that I would pretend to be not feeling very well.
That should get Mom to thinking…
Well, Mother picked me up at the scout den.. we then went to get a bite to eat. While at the restaurant we made small talk about the campout.
Mom was very interested in what all we did.
I told her that we hiked, fished, cooked what we caught and talked a lot.
She, then, inquired as to what scouts our age talked about.
I told her that we talked mostly about what we had been doing, but that there were a couple of older scouts that couldn’t stop talking about their mothers giving them large erotic adult enemas.
Mom said they talked about what?
I, again, told Mom what I had said earlier.
She shook her head and having completed our meal we went home for the night.
Once we got to our home, I went in and took the bag of dirty clothes into the laundry room and then told Mom that I was tired and I was going to bed.
The next morning, I found Mom sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes.
I sat down next to her and began small talk. Somehow our conversation drifted back to the erotic enemas that the older scouts had talked about over the weekend.
It was at that point that I asked Mother if she could give me one of those.
Mom looked at me like I had a screw loose or something!
I said “Please!”
Mom shifted in her seat, then she said “Mike, I wouldn’t even begin to know how to do that! No, I won’t! End of discussion, ok?”
I, then, not wanting to give up, sort of begged her.. ”Please!”
Mom just sat there looking at me!
Then, she asked “Well, Mike, did the boys say anything about what their mothers did to them as they gave them their “erotic” enemas?”
I thought for a second and then listed several things… saying only one boy described the action…
1. He said that his mother used both hot water and ice water .. alternating throughout the whole enema. (Mom asked how did his mother do it? I told her the boy said that she used 2 full bags.. one hot and one ice cold)
2. He, also, said his mother put both salt and soap into each bag mixing it with the water.
3. He, also, said that she used Vicks salve instead of Vaseline as the lubricant.
4 He, also, said that she used the douche nozzle instead of the small rectal nozzle and that she moved it in and out as the water went in.
5. Finally, he said that his mother rubbed both his back and his stomach and would whisper words of encouragement to him in his ear the entire time the enema was occurring. He said that the words of encouragement sure helped him take all of his water!
I don’t think Mother could believe I was telling those things to her.
We sat there for several more minutes not saying anything to the other.
Finally, I broke the ice saying “Please Mom! Won’t you please give me one of those erotic adult enemas just like T-Mike said his mother gave him?”
Mom shook her head and got up and went into the tv Room leaving me at the table.
I soon followed her into the tv Room and nothing more was said about me wanting an erotic enema that day.
But, the next day, I, again, started begging Mom for one!
She looked at me and then said “Mike, I don’t have but one enema bag in the house! So, I can’t do it? Besides, the whole idea of me giving that to you is beyond weird!
My ego went down to zero! Then, I got an idea… I wasn’t going to take a no for an answer. If all she needed was another enema bag, I could get her one! I had money! And it would be no problem for me to ride my bike to the local mall that had a Walgreens Drug Store in it.
So, before I left, I went into my room and got some of my money that I had earned from my paper route. Then, off I went with a determined mood to get what I needed.
When I arrived at Walgreens I searched out the feminine hygiene area where I picked out the new enema bag. Then, in addition, to purchasing Mom a new enema bag, I, also, purchased a jar of Vicks Vapor Rub thinking Mom didn’t have any of that stuff either!
Then, I left and when I got home, I took the sack containing the new bag and the Vicks into the kitchen where Mom was sitting and placed it onto the table opposite her.
I, then, pulled out a chair and sat down facing Mom.
Mom being a bit curious peaked inside the bag and saw that I had gotten her a second enema bag, a new Tyson combination syringe!
Mom looked up at me and said “Mike, I still can’t give you that erotic adult enema you want!
I asked her why?
Her response was “I don’t think I have any Vicks Vapor rub!”
I replied “Mom, check deeper into the sack, I think you will find that I bought you some of that too!”
Mom just sat there shaking her head!
I, again, said “Please! Can’t you now give me an erotic enema now?”
Mom scrunched up her face knowing that she didn’t have anymore excuses. She gave out a huff and then got up from her seat. She picked up the sack and walked over to the cabinet to the right of the sink where she took out a container of salt and some liquid Ivory soap.
Then, she came over to me, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she walked past me.
I watched her as she disappeared into the bathroom that was beside the kitchen!
Then, I heard the small corner cabinet that contained the other enema bag open.
I am surprised that she didn’t hear the sound of heart beating! It was just a pounding inside my chest! And, If you had checked my BP, you would have probably found it at an all time high!
Before I knew it, I heard the sound of water running in the sink.
And, then, a few minutes later she reappeared into the kitchen and eased over to the refrigerator where she opened the freezer section and took out the 3 ice trays that were in there.
Mom, then, took a gallon pitcher out of the cabinet that was below the sink and emptied all 3 of the ice trays into it.. and shortly after that she added the water!
She, then, came back over to the table where I was sitting and sat down opposite me!
She, then, said “ok, Mike, I guess that you can tell that I am going to be giving you that erotic adult enema pretty soon! I am just waiting for the ice water to get real cold!”
In the meantime, I told her “thanks” and she took my hands into her’s not saying another word! All she did was smile over at me with a very warm look on her face!
I leaned over and kissed her cheek!
Mom, again, gave me a Mama smile, got up from the table, patted me on the head, and walked over to the cabinet where she picked up the gallon pitcher of ice water and proceeded past me into the bathroom.
What she did next was all supposition.. My guess was though that she went about filling up the new bag!
Before I knew it, Mom was sticking her head outside the door and calling for me to join her in the room!
I, guess you know what I did! That’s right, I immediately, got up and you know the rest!
I got my first erotic enema… and I must say that it was absolutely great! Mother did not disappoint!