I'm sorry about the length of this post.
When i was about 11 or 12 I was getting pretty regular enemas from Mom, 2 or 3 a month. Mom also took numerous enemas herself.
One day after I got home from school I went into the bathroom and the enema bag was hanging there from one of Mom's enemas. I wanted to take one but knew if I did I'd get into trouble.
A while later 2 of the neighbor ladies came over for afternoon coffee. I slipped into the bathroom. As quietly as i could I took the enema bag down, filled it and rehung it. I proceeded to take as much as I could which was almost the full bag. So I wouldn't make much noise I scooted as far forward on the toilet seat as I could and tried to empty out without making alot of noise. After I was as empty as I could get I cleaned up and went out to watch TV.
Later that night as i was getting ready for bed Mom came into my room and closed the door so we could talk privately. She told me that she knew that I had taken an enema that day. That she had heard me expelling and wondered. She said that I had left about 2 cups of water in the bag. She said that she wasn't really mad at me but that if zI wanted and enema I should just tell her and she would give it to me.
She then asked if wanted another enema. I told her yes but that I was tired. She said that she would give me one tomorrow. The next day when I got hom,e from school Mom asked me if I still wanted an enema I said yes. She told me to go get ready. I heard the water running in the bathroom. When IO went in Mom was standing there with the enema hose in her hand, the bag hanging from the towel bar. She asked if i wanted to take the enema myself or if I wanted her to give it to me. I hesitated . I fianlly said I'd like her to give it to me. She rehung the bag from the shower rod and took a towel, sat on the toilet seat lid and had me lay across her knees.
She lubed my bottom and inserted the adult nozzle then asked iof I was ready. I said yes and she opened the clamp. As the water was going into me she asked, "You like me giving you enemas, don't you?" I said yes. She then asked me how many enemas I take without her knowing about it. She told me to tell the truth because she had a pretty good idea anyway. So, I told her that I took one about once a month when she went out for something. She said that she thought it was about once a week from the way the syringe was put away, not like she had left it.
As the enema finished draining in to me and I got on the toilet, Mom was cleaning the bag. She held up the bag and said very matter of factly, "You just like enemas." I said I guess so. She started laughing and said that it was OK to like enemas. She said that she would give me an enema whenever I wanted one. She started out of the bathroom with the enema bag. She stopped and asked me if I thought it was a good idea to put the bag away or should she leave it in the bathroom for awhile. I didn't want to appear too eager so I said to put it away.
A couple of days later Mom asked if I needed another enema. I told her that I didn't really need one but that I would like her to give me one. She said she was busy at the moment but for me to go get the enema bag out of her closet and get it ready. When the enema and I were both ready Mom came into the bathroom and gave me the enema.
The next day I went and got the enema bag and got it and me ready and told Mom I was ready for an enema. She came into the bathroom and said that this would be the last enema for awhile that I was taking too many of them. She gave me the enema and took the bag to put it away.
A few days later I went searching for the bag and couldn't find it. As I was walking out of Mom's room she came in and asked if I was looking for the enema. She said that she hid it because she didn't want me to take any enemas without her knowledge.
So, from then on I'd ask for an enema about once a week and Mom was always agreeable to help.