I remember a time when I was maybe 11 years of age.. I had been away at a Boy Scout camp… I shared a tent with two older scouts who would often talk of topics off the chart… one of which was the enemas that their mother’s gave them.
I would just sit there mesmerizing soaking up every word.
T-Mike was the most vocal of the two.
He described one enema that his mother had given him a week or so before the camp. He called it a special enema.
He said that his Mother was really into enemas herself and that she would often give him one whether he needed on or not.
He said the last one involved a bag of hot, soapy water and a bag of ice water… and, according to him, It, also, included the use of Vicks Salve as the lubricating agent instead of Vaseline.
Anyway, as I said earlier, I listened intently as he described every aspect.
My interest was peaking as he finished his story.
Then, he asked me if my Mother had ever given me one.
Of course I told him that I had had a few!
The other boy, then, told me that I ought to get my Mother to give me a special enema like T-Mike got before our next camp out. He said that he was going to get his Mother to give him one!
I may have been just gullible and naive, I don’t know? But, at that point, I didn’t care. I just had to get my Mother to give me one!
So, upon returning back to our Scout den, my Mother met me. She was a single parent.. I introduced her to the two tent mates and as we turned to go to the car T-Mike reminded me to be sure and get my Mom to give me that special item!
I shook my head and Mom and I walked over to her car.
On the way to our house, Mom asked me what was T-Mike talking about?
I sort of hem-hawed around a bit.. but then I began to tell Mom what the boys talked about in the tent.
I don’t think Mom could believe that we talked about taking enemas.
Anyway, I bit the bullet and went on and told her that before our next camp out, I was to get her to give me a special enema like T-Mike’s mother gave him before the camp out we had just completed.
Mother, I guess to make conversation, asked me about that special enema…
Feeling at a little less tense now, I told her and described every detail from the two bags of water, one hot and one ice cold; to the Vicks lubricant; to his mother rubbing his stomach as the water entered his body; to his mother moving the syringe’s douche nozzle in and out of his rectum.
Mother, then, asked me, if I believed what T-Mike had said?
I told “Yes!”
Mom, then, told me that she didn’t and that boys often exaggerate the truth!
I reiterated to Mom, “but T-Mike didn’t!”
Mother sat there quiet for a minute or so.. then, she turned to me and asked me… “Mike, do you want me to do that to you?”
I pondered that question for a second or two. Then, I responded “Mom, you’d actually do it?”
Mother spoke, “Yes, if you really want me to!”
I, then, said “Mom, yes I’d like to know what that kind of enema feels like.”
Mom, then, responded back, “Mike, I can’t do it tonight… I only have one enema bag in the house and you said T-Mike’s Mother used two bags. One with hot, soapy water in it and the other with ice cold water in it, right?”
I nodded back at her.
She, then, said, “I’ll try and get another syringe in a day or two, ok?”
I smiled!
Well, Mom did and when I returned from school a couple of days later, Mom met me at the door and then escorted me into our home’s only bathroom.
Once in there, I saw her Rexall Victoria red Combination syringe lying in the sink and on the table between the toilet and tub was a box containing the new syringe Mom had purchased for this occasion.
Also, on the table was some liquid Ivory soap and a jar of Vicks VapoRub and In the tub was a gallon pitcher and a bag of ice.
Mother had everything ready for me…
I went over to the toilet and took a seat and I watched carefully as Mom proceeded to get my “Special” enema ready for me..
First, she took her Rexall Victoria syringe out of the sink and then turned on the hot water.
Second, she poured half the bag of ice into the gallon pitcher and added cold water..
With those two things done, Mom attached the black douche nozzle to the Rexall Victoria’s red tubing and shut that syringe’s shut-off.
Then, she picked the lid off the new syringe’s box. It was a Davol Family Fountain syringe.. red, with a red house, silver shut-off and white nozzles. Soon, she had attached the new white douche nozzle to the red tubing and had also shut that tube’s shut-off too!
With that done, Mom picked up the Rexall bottle and began to fill it with hot water .. When it was nearly full she picked up the Ivory soap and squirted several squirts into the full bag. She, then, screwed the adapter cap into the bottle and began shaking it back and forth to mix the soap with water..
Next, she hung the full bag by its bottom tab. Almost immediately I heard a bloop, bloop, bloop sound coming from the syringe’s hose… my enema was preparing itself for me.
With that done, Mom picked up the new Davol bottle and reached down and picked up the pitcher of ice cold water. I watched intently as she poured the water into the new bag. And, as before, she picked up the Ivory soap and squirted several squirts of the substance into that bag too!
Soon, she had the new bag’s tube attached as well… and like she did with her Rexall Victoria combination syringe she was shaking that bottle too!
With that completed.. Mother hung that bottle up too and the unmistakable sound of water replacing air in the hose was heard.
Mom sat down on the edge of the bathtub and told me that it was time for me to get out of my clothes..
I striped in record time…
Mom, then, told me to get into the knee chest position in front of her as she lubricated both douche nozzles with the Vicks VapoRub.
A knot had grown quite large in my throat by this time. And a dozen or so butterflies were swarming inside my stomach as Mom spoke, “It’s ready!”
With that said, Mother pulled on my left bootie cheek and inserted the black douche nozzle of her Rexall syringe into my waiting rectum..
I snuggled down onto the bathroom rug as Mom opened the shut-off.
Hot, soapy water began to fill my lower intestine as Mom slowly moved the nozzle in and out of my rectum.. Then, she began to rub my stomach area with the other hand!
Mama asked me if I was enjoying my special enema?
Of course, I told her that it was”exquisite!”
Soon, that bag was completely in me! No bag had ever entered me that quick and with that much pleasure!
Mom, soon, replaced the black nozzle with the new bag’s white douche nozzle.
Mom, then, asked me if I was ready for my ice water, which I quickly replied “Yes!”
Mom unsnapped that tube’s shut-off and icy water soon began its flow into me!
As before, Mom rubbed my belly and moved the nozzle back and forth .. in and out! Soon, I heard her humming as well.
A second or so later she snapped the shut-off shut and removed the white nozzle from my rectum. I got up and sat down on the toilet… where I expelled my soapy water.
About 15 minutes later, Mom came back into the bathroom and began to prepare me a second enema this time minus the soap.
I took it and as before Mom rubbed my belly and moved the nozzles in and out of my rectum.
After, I had expelled that enema, Mom again came into the bathroom and sat down next to me asking “well, Mike, how was it?”
I told her that I loved it! And then asked it she could give me that kind of enema again?
Mother patted my head and said “ok!”
She, then, proceeded to put the syringes back into the cabinet as I went into the tv room to watch some tv. Mother, soon, joined me!
As for what I told the boys at our next Boy Scout camp out.. I told the truth!