Did you ever get caught in the act?

Yes, I got caught. That is what started me and my sister's girlfriend doing enemas together. One day I was on my bathroom floor taking and enema and my sister's girlfriend walked right in on me. She was on the phone. She said excuse me and backed up and I would hear her telling who was on the phone that she had just walked in on me taking an enema.

Then she returned and asked if I would like help. I said,"I don't think my sister would like that." She was still on the phone and smiled then she told me it was my sister's idea and she handed me the phone. It was my sister on the phone. My sister said to give to each other. She said it not only sounded hot but that when she got home she would not have to give any enemas and that her girlfriend could fully concentrate on giving her enemas and pleasing her. That is how that started. We all go around nude anyway. There is no jealousy. Just no kissing on the mouth. That is the one rule.

@Tabitha32

That’s a hot story. When I was in college I dated an RN who was 10 years older than me. She introduced me to erotic enemas coupled with sex, vaginal and anal. She was bi and introduced me to a bi nurse friend who joined our enema/sex parties. We enjoyed many threesomes.

That’s the closest thing I was involved in that approaches your daily life.

My first wife and I used to give each other enemas and one morning she wanted an enema and me at the same time. She always wanted it on all fours and with me fucking her from behind. She preferred the douche nozzle and as we were fucking and I gave the enema slowly, about 3/4 the way through our daughter opened our bedroom door. My wife just asked her to go back to her room and close our door on the way out.

Never forgot that and never left the door unlocked afterwards.

I’ve never been caught in the act, but when I had an enema in childhood I usually did it with a bag, I didn’t have opportunity to dry it completely, so I put it a little wet. Once mother searched smth on the shelve where the bag lied and watched it wet. She asked me about it, but I told, I don’t know what is it and why it is wet. She’s never asked me in the future, I’ve never used it further.

I have a funny story when I was maybe 15 I was a little horn dog as you might guess a guy at that age would be. I was way to shy to get anyone to help out with this so I just played and played by myself. Most of it was enema based play as I was addicted to enemas very young. One day I had a crazy idea I got my moms turkey baster out of the kitchen drawer. I felt it could be used as a fun quick enema. I do not know how but as I was about to have fun while taking a shower somehow my mom knew what I was up to. She yelled Eric.. Eric have you got something with you in the shower. What are you doing I know you have the turkey baster in there. You can hurt yourself with that. If you need an enema then use an enema not the baster. Hand it over to me now... What is wrong with you Eric.... I think it is just my mom knew things it was like magic. I was so embarrassed I started to cry... How embarrassing this all was for me.

No but my ex found my exhaustive collection of enema equipment and took it all to the dump while I was a work.

When I was about twelve years old, my mom went shopping and I decided to stay home. After a while I got bored and decided I wanted an enema. I had a fair amount in me when I heard her come home, earlier than expected. She called for me to look at what she had bought for me. I pushed out as much of the enema water that I could and quickly put away the syringe and went out to the kitchen. After a few minutes of mom showing me what she got, my stomach started to gurgle and I knew the rest of the enema wanted out and I excused myself and trotted to the bathroom. After several minutes, when I got back to mom she asked me if everything came out okay. She knew exactly what happened.

Years later, after I was married, I decided that I wanted my husband to get involved with my enemas so I planned it that he came home and walked in on me with the nozzle in my butt. Unfortunately, he said “sorry “ and left the room. He didn’t react like I had expected so I had to be more direct the next time telling him that I wanted him to give me the enema.

No but my ex found my exhaustive collection of enema equipment and took it all to the dump while I was a work.

Not nice at all.

Did he find and dump it when he was still a spouse? If so, justified reason for divorce/breakup. If after you broke up even nastier and creepy.

In my first year of highschool, I was at home in the bathroom with a plastic pitcher full of warm soapy water, Vaseline, a bulb syringe and a clear enema bag ready to start my enema when, my sister's friend who later became my girlfriend, came in without knocking. I didn't know what to say when she told me, I really need to pee but after, can I help you? It turned out that she also grew up getting frequent enemas from her mother and had come to enjoy them. I was lying on a towel with just my shirt and shorts on when she went to the toilet, pulled down her pants and panty and sat down to pee. When she was done, she said, you can't take an enema with your shorts on and quickly pulled them off me. I was embarrassed and tried to hide my erection but she told me that her brother also got one who she gave him enemas. Let's start with the bulb syringe she told me as she put Vaseline on the nozzle. The syringe was eight onces and the pitcher had thirty-two onces. She filled the bulb up and told me to lie on my left side. Slowly she inserted the nozzle and started squeezing the bulb. She repeated this until the pitcher was empty and I was getting full. She told me that I really should take more enema and to lie there while she prepared more. She used the Ivory soap bar as she filled the pitcher with warm water. She made a very soapy enema and continued inserting, squeezing and refilling the bulb. I was enjoying each insertion and feeling the enema flowing from the nozzle through my anus and into my rectum and colon as she slowly squeezed the bulb. I was starting to feel the cramps and she told me that she was almost finished but I had to take it all. I couldn't believe my luck that a beautiful brown Latin girl was giving me an enema. The repeated insertion and injection was bringing me ever closer to ejaculation but I didn't want to in front of her since I didn't know how she would react even though she was almost two years older than me. Finally on the last bulb full, I came. I told her sorry but she replied, don't be, you couldn't help it, it's only natural. She told me to lie and hold the enema until I really had to go. Pant when the cramps get really bad and then when you sit down let it gush out on its own. That part was easy as I was so full and soon the crampy enema was impossible to retain. She meanwhile filled the bag with water for my rinse enema. The enema gushed out in uncontrollable torrents at first, then smaller and smaller gushes until I finally felt empty. She had me kneel with my chest down for my two rinse enemas. As I was empty, they went in rather quickly and were quickly expelled. As I got to know her better, we became good friends and mutual enemates. She truly enjoyed receiving enemas as well as giving them. She told me no pussy but my back door welcomes you after you help to clean it. She enjoyed sensual enemas, anal beads, vibrators and especially anal sex. Her beautiful brown puckered anus was so inviting and once lubed and slowly penetrated, oh so tight.

Almost, I used to take a big hot 3l enema in the bathroom just at home. My father comes back early, luckily I heard and I locked the bathroom and finished the enema.

Good boy 🤗

The enemas I got from mom were with a bulb syringe. I usually got only a few squirts with the bulb so I didn’t mind them. Actually, by time I was 8 or 9 I realized that I liked them and I started giving myself more after mom thought I was done. She would give me a few bulbs then set the bulb on the edge of the sink, saying she would clean up and put things away when I was finished, and leave the bathroom. I would let out what she had given me and then give myself a few bulbs more with the remaining water in the sink. Sometimes I would do that more than once.

I lost track of time one time and as I was standing there at the sink, refilling the bulb for another couple of squirts, when the door opened. Mom stopped in her tracks saying she thought I was finished, and left the room closing the door behind her. I quickly let out what I had just given myself and was scared to death of what she would say or do to me for giving myself more enema. But she never said a word about it. But it was the last time she gave me an enema. I suppose she figured that if I needed one, I knew how to do it.

I love reading about others who have played around with enemas as a child and those who got caught doing it. It seems to me that there are two main factors in whether you got caught doing it or not. How often you did it, and the availability of the enema equipment that you used.

Certainly, if you are playing with enemas frequently such as once a month or even once a week, you are more likely to get caught than if you only did it once or twice out of curiosity. And the availability of the enema syringe probably figures into it. If the bag is always hanging in the shower or behind the door and regularly used by someone else, such as your mother, they may not notice that you used it too. But if it is tucked away in the linen closet your mother may notice that it was put away wet, and she did not use it. In that case, she may or might not make an issue of it depending on her view about enemas.

In my case, I have previously told of my mom coming home earlier than expected while I was in the bathroom giving myself an enema. That sort of confirms that I gave myself enemas when she was out. My sister and I had been giving ourselves and each other enemas for years before that but we thought she didn’t know we were doing that. But in hindsight, she probably knew or at least had suspicions about it but didn’t say anything because she didn’t see it as a big deal. Even when she knew for sure that my sister and I were giving ourselves enemas, she never said not to do that. Well, except to not use wine.

I get a chuckle when I read stories about some kid playing with the enema bag, getting caught, and the punishment is they were given another enema. Is that punishment?

No I was never caught but had a few close calls. I suspect my mom knew but never said anything to me or my sister. I guess I was just very careful !! lol. Denise

I've got a few instances where I've almost been caught.

* Whenever I would masturbate at home growing up, I would need to keep an ear out, because the computer was in my parents' room, and they would walk in without warning. I got very, very good at pulling my cock back into my boxers and hiding my boner under the keyboard tray.

* First and second girlfriends, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Whenever we were alone together, even with parents in different parts of the house, we were almost always masturbating or giving oral to each other. There were quite a few times where parents or siblings have nearly walked in while we were in the middle of doing something.

* First girlfriend and I were at a prom after party. We were watching a movie, and I was cuddling my girlfriend from behind. We were both under a blanket. I fingered her to orgasm. I'm pretty sure others knew but they didn't say anything.

* I told this one recently in another thread, but my girlfriend at the time and I had just finished having sex in her bed at her dorm. We were both naked, cuddling, when suddenly we heard the door handle being unlocked. Her roommate had come back unexpectedly early, and we had almost no time to react. My cock was still hard because it was pressed up against my girlfriend's beautiful ass, so when I sprang over to try to stop the door from opening, I was just a bit too slow and my girlfriend's roommate saw me full frontal and completely erect.

During our first year of marriage my wife and I were staying at my in-laws during Christmas week. The weather was cold and my wife and I had gone to bed. It seemed like it was a good idea to have sex even though we knew that the bedroom door had no lock. We were going at it when the door opened a crack and my mother-in-law asked if we were warm enough or wanted an extra blanket. It was a mood killer for sure and even now every once in a while we will laugh about it.

@Cheryl77177 said,

My sister and I had been giving ourselves and each other enemas for years before that but we thought she didn’t know we were doing that. But in hindsight, she probably knew or at least had suspicions about it but didn’t say anything because she didn’t see it as a big deal. Even when she knew for sure that my sister and I were giving ourselves enemas, she never said not to do that.

When my siblings and I were growing up, a douche/enema bag always hung in the shower at home and grandmas. Making it really easy to play with whenever we took a shower by ourselves or together. On average, mom gave us two or three enemas a month at home. But during the summer, when we stayed with our grandmother, we averaged at least an enema a week from grandma or aunts. Sometimes more, depending on the circumstances.

When we took a shower at home, we played around with the enema bag and nozzle when we had the opportunity. It didn’t matter if we were alone or together, we were drawn to it by how it felt when mom gave us enemas. We never got caught playing with it but had a number of close calls. At the time, we didn’t think mom knew what we were up too. Mainly, because the enema bag always hung in the shower and got wet when someone took a shower. So, we didn't think twice about it. Around age nine or ten, things changed a bit. That's when mom first let our sister help give my brother and I enemas. Then shortly afterwards, my brother and I were given the same opportunity to help give our sister enemas. But unbeknownst to mom, her two younger sisters had already let us help give one another enemas. This made us wonder what mom knew, and if her sisters had said anything about us helping give each other enemas. However, it didn’t stop us from playing around in the shower, in some respects, it made us get even bolder. We continuing to play with the enema bag and nozzle whenever we had the chance. Going even further than we had previously. It was something we just couldn’t stay away from.

At home, it was far easier to play around, than at grandmas. When moms two younger sisters, reached their preteens, grandma taught them personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas. Using my brother and I as her teaching subjects. Afterwards, she gave them the responsibility of doing our evening bath, including enemas and the occasional spanking. She did this in order to give the girls practical experience taking care of children. However, the older of the two girls was only six years older than me, and both girls liked to play around as much as we did. On top of that, like us, both girls liked enemas. So, in a lot of respects, they were just as innocent and naive as we were. Another advantage was grandma's big downstairs bathroom, it had a large walk-in dual head shower, making it convenient for the girls to put us in the shower together. Once in the shower, the girls got in with us, to keep order while they bathe us. So, when things got playful, we were all just a bunch of kids having fun being curious about ourselves and each other. At the time, neither we nor the girls, thought twice about it. After all, the girls had been tasked with giving us enemas at evening bath time once a week or when grandma told them too. So, did she know what we and the girls were up too? At the time, I didn’t think so. But looking back now, I’m sure she did. After all, she was a retired Registered Nurse and taught her daughters how to give themselves and young children enemas as preteens. Just like she did us, when we reached our preteens.

Afterwards, the girls were the only ones who ever asked us, if we’d like an enema when they noticed we weren’t feeling well. Because, as far as mom or grandma were concerned, it was our responsibility. This usually happened when our siblings weren’t around, but not always. It just depended on the circumstances, more than anything else. An offer we usually didn’t turn down once it was made. Plus, both girls were very good at giving enemas, because they got a lot of practical experience giving us enemas growing up. Something that I'm sure both mom and grandma were very aware of. After all, grandma taught the girls to be responsible for themselves, including us. It was the nineteen fifties, sex was taboo, enemas were commonplace and a part of daily life for kids, teenagers, and adults.