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!”