Ever asked for an enema when you were a child?

Between the age of 7 and 12 my mother told me that anytime i didnt have a BM after 3 days i was to tell her and she would give me a enema.She would go in the bathroom and run water in the sink and take a bar of ivory soap and swish it around until it was milky looking then use a cup and fill the enema bag about half full, i then went and laid down on a old sofa in our spare room mother put the nozzle in and i got filled up. After it was all in i was told to hold as long as possible so it did a good job. It wasnt long before i said i had to go and went and got on the pot, after everything came out i felt real good and my mother never said anything about clear water rinse. After the age of 12 i figured out how to do a good enema and have been doing them ever since.

No, never as a child. The first was only as an adult, probably in my 20's or 30's when I would have asked an early GF to give me one in association with having sex together.

Eric

No, I never asked for an enema, but I knew when I was sick that our family doctor was going to tell my mom to give me one. As the doctor was taking my temperature, he asked my mom several questions. One was always when I last moved my bowels. He almost always told her to give me an enema.

I had trouble at times growing up moving my bowels. I was given a soapy enema with a red bag, red hose,, and black nozzle.

Asked? Nope, but i did fake being ill a couple of times to ensure a soapy enema would administered.

Never asked it but after the first ones never refused it.

No. Never heard about enemas until I started dating my sub.

As a child I never asked my mother to give me an enema rather she would give me an enema whenever I fell sick. My sister is eleven years older than me and I did not see her being given an enema from my mother

As most of us here I can't remember if I ever asked for it. I got more than enough from mom to satisfy my early age desires 😃

When I was about ten, mom handed the bag over to my older sister and she gave me enemas every Friday, just like mom had. After that, I sometimes asked her to give me one in between. She never asked if I really needed it, she just did it. Happy days. 😃 I often held the nozzle when she took hers too.

My first enema came as a complete surprise as I had blurted out to my mom “Mom, can I have an enema”. I couldn’t believe that I had just blurted out that request.I was 9 years old and living with my single mom. I remember a year or 2 before after school, I had walked in to my aunt’s house, who lived close by, and there on the coach was my cousin laying there naked, on her back with my aunt holding the legs back and an enema bulb in her hand. My cousin was protesting that she did not want an enema and had her hand over her butt to prevent my aunt from inserting the enema bulb. My aunt explained to me that the doctor had instructed her to give my cousin an enema and that I should go out and play with my other three cousins (all boys younger than me).

The image left a strong impression on me and I suddenly had a confusing strong desire to have an enema.

I had not had an enema before but I was suddenly infactuated with the thought of getting an one. Since I was in third grade, I had just started to read and remember looking up the word “enema” in the dictionary to get some sort of an idea on what was involved.

Then one evening we were retuning home from visiting my uncle’s house and as we were pulling into the driveway and I blurted out those stunning words, “Mom, can I have an enema?”

My mother backed the car out of the driveway and drove up to the corner drug .store. She picked a 4oz. enema bulb syringe off the shelve and we waited in line to purchase it.

After returning home I went into the hallway near the bathroom and removed all my clothes and laid on the floor on my back. I remember being very excited and anxious as I waited for my mother to return with the enema.

When she returned with the enema she went into the bathroom to get a towel and jar of Vaseline. She had me get up and lay on the towel. She then opened the jar of Vaseline and lubed the enema tip. She then put a dab on her finger and lifted both my feet in the air and gently rubbed the Vaseline into my butt.. She continued to hold my feet in the air and rubbed her finger clean on the towel and picked up the enema and slowly inserted it into my butt. I remember it feeling good like it did when the doctors office would put a glass thermometer up my butt. The next thing I felt was a warm feeling inside of me and my mom quickly picked me up with the towel between my legs and carried me into the bathroom and set me on the toilet. I remember releasing and felt relieved.. My mom asked me if I wanted another one and I said in a little while as I felt I wasn’t done with the enema I just had.

Never did get around to that second enema and never got the nerve up to ask again though I thought of it often. The next of many enemas to come was from my 16 year old girlfriend, which is another story.

I can remember a couple of times being really constipated and telling my Mom that my stomach hurt. I knew she would suggest an enema, but I never came out and asked for one. This was when I was about 13 or 14 and was getting enemas about once or twice a month at that point and was comfortable with them.

Never as a child. I didn’t enjoy them until later in life. Took me a while to be brave enough to ask my girlfriend to give me a few squirts with the bulb. after a few weeks, she would unexpectedly come to me with bulb in hand, demand I stop what I’m doing, lower my trousers, bend me over, and give me unexpected enemas on the spot. I would find opportunities to return the favour of course!

When we were in high school, my brother, or me initiated enema play more than once, but not real often. It was something we missed, living in town, from the hard days of dairy farming before high school.

My Mother did not get me my own enema bag, but her Mother did... well, sort of anyway. I had been after Mom to give me an adult enema ever since a neighbor girl had told me that her Mom had given her one with her douche bag.

I had no idea what an adult enema was although Mom had given me plenty of enemas with a small red bulb that she had for that purpose. My friend really encouraged me to get Mom to give one though saying that "I would really enjoy it!".

Well, after Dattie told me about her adventure with her Mom I went straight into my house and found Mom sitting at the kitchen table drinking day old coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. I sat down across from her and asked her straight out if she would please give me an adult enema. She looked at me like I had a screw loose and asked where in the world had I heard of such a thing. I told her. She just shook her head. I did not give up. In fact, Day after day, I bugged her and still no adult enema. After a month or so of trying I decided that if I was ever going to get one, I needed help. So I decided to enlist Mom's Mother for the help I needed.

One afternoon after I had done my chores around the house, I rode my bike over to Grandma's. I knocked on her door and I think I surprised her when she opened the door. This was not something I did very often. Grandma asked me in and we went into her kitchen where she gave me a coke. I sat down at her table and she joined me with a coke herself. I didn't hem haw around and definitely did not beat around the bush. I went straight for help. Grandma listened and after I had entered my plea, she took my hands into hers and looked me straight in the eye. When she had my total attention, she spoke saying, "Mike, do you really know what you are asking for?" I smiled but couldn't really answer. Then, she said "Mike, you really should be careful for what you ask for grandchild! Often people find that what they ask for turns out to be totally opposite of what they thought it would be. I, personally, think your little friend, Dattie, was exaggerating a bit when she said that then I she enjoyed taking one of those things." I said "I understand Grandma, but I still want Mom to give me one, can't you help me?" Well, Grandma still looking me straight in the eye said "ok, Mike, I'll see what I can do." Then she said " I don't really think your Mother has a "douche" bag in her house so I had better get her one!" I smiled, then, I got up and gave Grandma a big hug. Then, Grandma got up and the two of us walked over to the door where I again gave her another big hug and a kiss followed by a big thank you. Grandma waved as I rode off towards home.

Once I got home I went into my room for a while, but I soon got up and went onto our porch where there was a swing. I was on that swing when Grandma drove up into our driveway. I watched as she got out of her car and then I saw that she was carrying a big sack with a reddish orange and black box sticking out of it. She came onto the porch, patted the sack and entered the house. About 10 minutes later she exited our house and sat down on the swing with me. Before I could say a word, Grandma spoke saying "ok, Mike, I have done all I can. I spoke to your Mom about giving you that adult enema that you have been craving for at least a month. I even brought her an item to do it with. You saw the box sticking out of the sack, right? Now it is up to her." I gave Grandma a kiss and thanked her once again. She got up and left the porch going back to her car. She was soon gone and I waited on Mom to come get me. Well, she didn't.

Days went by and then weeks. I was about to give up when things changed.

It was a Saturday morning. Mom didn't have to go to work, which was odd, because normally Mother worked on Saturdays. And I, of course, did not have school.

Anyway, what caused Mom to act, exactly, I do not know….

One theory that I have is: Mom must have decided that she was tired of me constantly asking her to give me an adult enema with the new enema bag that Grandma had bought her for that purpose. I really don't know if that was the reason for the change or not, but she changed her mind for some reason…. Maybe, it was because I had been helping her do odd jobs around the house and yard without complaining? Your guess is as good as mine. Mom never let on. Anyway….

She must have gotten up rather early, drank her coffee and then decided that she was going to finally honor my request for she had my enema ready when she woke me up.

.In fact, I was still sleeping when she came into my room to wake me up,

Now, exactly how did Mom end up waking me up?

She did this by sitting on the twin bed next to mine and then she took one of her fingers and gently rubbed it on the back of my neck.

At first I thought the finger was a bug and without opening my eyes I slapped her finger.

She responded by grabbing my hand which startled me! She, then, leaned down next to my ear and whispered “Mike, it's time to wake up! I have something in your bathroom waiting for you!”

I turned my head toward her and smiled.

I really couldn't believe that it was finally happening! My only question was had Mom really prepared an adult enema for me? So, I, asked her “Mom, what exactly is waiting for me in my bathroom?”

Mom knowing that she had my attention again whispered in my ear… “What has Mike been wanting me to give him for months now?”

That ladies and gentlemen took away any doubt that I might have had!

She wasted no time in pulling me up out of my bed! She took hold of one of my hands led me into my bathroom.

Upon entering, the first thing I noticed was the red and black box that Mam Maw had brought to our house a month or so before. It was lying on the top of the washing machine that was in my bathoom. It noticed that it was empty. So, I turned toward my right and above my toilet, I saw a red hot water bottle with a red hose extending down. The hose had a silver clip on it about mid way. At the end of the hose, closest to the floor, was a black nozzle….. I can only say that I was beside myself.

My stomach felt like it had butterflies swarming around. I know for a fact that I couldn't believe me eyes.

I turned towards my Mother who was smiling down at me. I wrapped my arms around her and stood on my tippy toes so I could kiss her cheek. I, then, said “I love you, Mom! Thank you so much!”

Mama patted my butt and said “Mike, if you want me to give you this here enema, you've got to get out of those underpants!”

Well, I immediately slipped one of my fingers under the elastic waste band of the shorts and slid them past my knees. I stepped out of them. Here, I was standing butt naked right in front of mother.

She kissed the top of my head and sat down on the top of my toilet. I watched her pick up the red hose with one hand and open the Vaseline jar that was sitting on edge of the sink. She popped the cap off the Vaseline and took a glob of the stuff onto one of her fingers. With her other hand she brought the black nozzle toward her other finger. I watched, intently, as she smeared the stuff onto that black nozzle.

With that done, Mom spoke saying “Mike, it's time"… I asked her to tell me what she wanted me to do.

She said, "Mike, I want you to get down on your knees and then lean over onto the floor in front of me."

I followed her instructions and lay my head onto the floor away from her. The next thing I knew was Mother pulling on my left butt cheek. I guess she was getting complete access to my hole.

When she had it, I felt the tip of the nozzle as she placed it against my hole. Then, without, any warning she gently inserted it into me with a slight twisting motion.

To tell you the truth, I was in heaven!

I kept waiting for her to start it. But, she didn't.

A minute or so later, she leaned over to my ear and asked me “if I was ready for my first adult enema”

I smiled up at her again and said “please!"

She kissed my cheek, again! And, then, I heard a “click” as she opened the tube's shut-off.

My enema should have began filling my body.

Mom asked me if I could feel it! I told her "not really!'

She snapped the shut-off and pulled the black nozzle from within me. Then, I heard her as she, again, opened the tube's shut-off. I looked up and saw her taping the nozzle again the side of the sink. Finally, she shut the shut-off again.

I asked her what was wrong.

Mom replied that the nozzle was “clogged” with your do do!

I, again, lay my head onto the floor and Mom re-inserted the nozzle into my rectum.

The shut-off was, again, opened.

Again, Mom asked “Mike, do you feel the water?”

I responded “Mom, I don't think so!” and I looked up at her.

What I saw was Mama had gotten off of the toilet and was standing beside the wall holding the tube in one hand and squeezing the bloated bag with the other.

Finally, I felt the water and I told Mom so.

Mom did not sit down. She kept right on squeezing the hot water bottle.

After several minutes, Mom, again, shut the shut-off as she pulled the nozzle out of my body.

I got up and sat down on my toilet to expell the enema.

Mom leaned over, kissed the top of my head and left the room to let me do my business.

When, I had expelled most of the enema, I got up and went into kitchen (still in my birthday suit) where I found Mom.

Mother asked me “well, how was your first adult enema?” I told her “Mom!”

I could not explain how much I liked it.

Mother, then, asked me if I wanted her to give me another one! I smiled and turned to go back to the bathroom.

Mom, again, spoke, “Well, Mike, do you?” I stopped dead in my tracks and replied back to her “Mom, you are the greatest.”

Mom got up and she followed me back to my bathroom where she ended up giving me not one, but two more enemas that morning.

The next morning, I found that Mom had nailed a nail into my bathoom's door and there hanging on that nail was my enema bag that Mam Maw had bought for my use. . Needless to say, “I got a lot more adult enemas!”

I am jealous of all you that got enemas from your moms but i wonder how many of you asked your mom to give you an enema and how happy was she that you asked!

I really did not like the idea of having to get an enema when growing up so I never asked for one either. For some reason mom always knew when to give me one and on those occasions when she would call me to the bathroom she often caught me by surprise when I got there and the enema bag was hanging from the wall.

When i was in my early teens i would ask mom for an enema and she rarely refused depending on the time of day and the privacy situation in the house. Enemas would always satisfy my hornyness.

I certainly didn’t ever ask mom to give me an enema and I raised hell when she did. Later, in the privacy of the bathroom I discovered I actually liked enemas a lot and started giving them to myself. I thought I was being discreet but it was about that time mom quit giving them to me. Nothing was ever said. Hmmmm

I didn't ask my mom for an enema inasmuch as I hated getting them from her. In hindsight, I can only assume that she knew I was giving them to myself from the age of 6 on. I thought I was pretty sneaky, but a few of her comments likely confirmed her suspicions.

I recall telling her when I got enemas in the hospital. She was very "happy" that they had finally listened to her demands and were able to discharge me after spending several days awaiting a BM.

I never asked Mom for an enema, I was on a twice a week schedule so I knew when I was going to get one. Didn't like them and put up a lot of a fight when getting them. Started liking them when I was 10yrs old didn't fight as much, but I still gave Mom a lot of sass about them. Started sneaking them when I was about 12 yrs old when Mom wasn't home.

I hated and feared enemas like the devil feared holy water and would have been crazy to ask Mom for one.

Even if it had been necessary, the distances between two runs were short enough to wait for the next one.

Especially since mom had a sensitive antenna for when it was needed again; and this antenna was very very sensitive...

…too sensitive in my opinion...

I never asked my mom to give me an enema. As a child, I was often constipated. If I had a prolonged problem with bowel movements, I told my mother about it. But it was she who decided what measures to use. My mother used various means because she didn't want me to get used to them. These were various laxatives, suppositories and enemas.

Enemas were a last resort, usually used when other measures failed. My mom used to say that if I didn't have a bowel movement in an hour, she'd give me an enema. If that didn't happen, she started preparations. Then she would come to my room carrying a rubber bulb and other things.

Then Mom filled the rubber bulb with water. I remember my feelings being ambivalent. On the one hand, I didn't want her to do this to me, on the other hand, I did. As I wrote above, I would never ask my mother for an enema. At the same time, I wanted to feel it. I remember the feeling of watching my mother fill a rubber bulb, then smear it with Vaseline. Then my mother put rubber gloves on her hands. Even though my mother had previously told me to prepare for the enema (I was supposed to undress), I always lingered. Finally, urged, I took off my pants and underwear.

During this period, I would not ask for an enema or admit that I like enemas. I didn't understand it until the end. When I was 15, I was given an enema in the hospital. I remember having mixed feelings then too. When the nurse said she was going to give me an enema in the evening, I was embarrassed (she said this in front of other adult patients).

At the same time, I tried not to show any embarrassment or fear. I remember feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as evening approached. The nurse came in the evening and took me to the room where it was to take place. It turned out that the enema was done not with a rubber bulb, but with an irrigator. The nurse-apprentice filled the irrigator with water. I was very embarrassed by her presence. I was waiting for her to go. It turned out that she was supposed to give me an enema under the supervision of an elderly nurse. I was very ashamed and humiliated by this. I had to take off my pajama bottoms and assume a knee-to-chest position.

But then when I recalled this enema, it was exciting for me. As a teenager, I masturbated thinking about it. I would never have asked for such an enema, but the memory was pleasant.

In this context I may remark that the subject "Enemas and Moms" may be regarded as a special aspect of your country - here in Europe this one is unknown.

In this context I may remark that the subject "Enemas and Moms" may be regarded as a special aspect of your country - here in Europe this one is unknown.

@complete_bowel_cleansing

I don't agree with that...

it may be that it is and was in F or GB etc., but in my late 50s and 60s enemas were common. Maybe different in the States, but the shop windows of the drugstores and medical supply stores showed a full range of equipment that made me sweat when I walked by as a child and nurtured the hope that mom wouldn't break out in a buying frenzy.

A lot of my buddies got enemas...

My history should not have been an exception.

Regular enemas were not needed when was young. My mother did give me a series of fleets enemas once before a medical procedure when I was 8 yrs old. I was not happy about it as my enema/medical fetish had not manifested yet! When I was around 17 yrs old, I needed to have the procedure again, that time my mom bought the fleets and gave them to me to administer my self.

I don't remember asking mom for an enema directly, but several times I sort of hinted I was constipated, and she offered an enema as a solution, which I readily accepted. By time I was nine or ten years old I recognized that I did not dislike the small enemas I got with the bulb, but actually liked it. If I complained of a tummy ache, or if I had no appetite at dinner time, mom would suggest, that a small enema would make me feel better.

That also worked a time or two with grandma. I got my first bag enema from grandma one summer when I was staying with her for a week or two. Although my first bag enema was way more water than mom ever gave me with the bulb, I found it strangely pleasant, and wanted more. So a few weeks later while staying with her again just before school started in fall, I told her I had a tummy ache to see what would happen, hoping I would get the bag again. It worked!

When we were kids, mom gave us enemas when needed and that was usually two or three times a month. We never came right out and asked for an enema. However, when we wanted mom to give us a couple of enemas, we knew what to say or do, to accomplish it. At grandmas, it was a little different. She was a retired RN and a firm believer in enemas for both kids and adults alike. Mom had two younger sisters, and as preteens grandma taught them how to take care of us, which included enemas. We didn’t need to ask for an enema at grandmas, because we got enough without asking. When we arrived for our four to six week stay, once school was out for the summer, she had our aunts give us a couple of enemas at bath time on the first or second evening. Then during the first week, she gave each of us 3H enemas in private. Afterwards, our two young aunts, having been tasked with giving us our evening bath, including enemas when needed. Had realized we were anal erotic and enjoyed getting enemas. But the reverse was also true, we realized they enjoyed giving us and themselves enemas, just as much as we all enjoyed getting them. Hence, they came up with excuses to give us and themselves enemas. Sometimes it was during evening bath time, and other times, it was when the adults weren’t around.

So, @Cheryl77177, at what point did you start pleasuring yourself before, during or after you enema? Or did you?

Most often during the enema. It was about the time puberty set in. I was home alone, I was on my back, knees up and spread, reaching down between my legs and squeezing the bulb of warm water into me. There was the warm feeling of the water going in, and as I wiggled the nozzle in my butt, my wrist was brushing my mound, and it felt so good. I learned to squeeze the bulb with my right hand while my left hand was busy on the right spot. Later with a bag, both hands were free.

And so, @Cheryl77177 , the wonder begins..... ;-)