My "Mommy" Enema Fantasy

My "mommy" says, "Listen, you have been out of sorts all day, so I want you to go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes and I am going to give you a good hot soapy enema." I immediately protest and say, "Nooooo...I don't want an enema!" At that point mommy says, "You know I don't like back-talk so you are already in trouble so I recommend you get your butt into that bathroom right now and get your clothes off." I immediately scamper into the bathroom and proceed to start removing my clothes and folding them up neatly and placing them on the chair like I have done many times before. I know the drill well. When my mommy comes into the bathroom my heart sinks when I see her open the drawer and take out her big flat oval wooden hairbrush instead of the enema bag. She seats herself on the toilet seat cover and motions me to her. She hikes up her dress to mid-thigh revealing her tan nylon stockings held up by her white garter belt. She has me stand momentarily between her legs and states, "If you would just mind me we wouldn't have to do this you know." And I reply, half mumble, "I know mommy." and with that she guides me, totally naked, into position over her knee, clasping the other leg in back of my legs to render me helpless and starts in on me with her hairbrush in a methodical fashion delivering a spank every 5-10 seconds. I am howling and begging for mercy after the first few swats but she is undeterred and delivers another 25-30 and I am a blubbering mess by the time she is finished. She ignores my crying and and has me take her seat on the toilet and then takes the big red rubber enema bag from the linen closet, fills the sink with hot soapy water and fills the enema bag until it is overflowing and I can see soapsuds running down the side of the bag. She lubricates the large black oversized douche nozzle with vaseline and orders me bend over the edge of the bathtub with my elbows resting on the inside of the tub. She inserts the nozzle and says, "Listen you need to take all of this enema, and if you don't we are going to have to do it all over until you do." And with that she releases the metal clamp and the warm soapsuds begin to fill me up. I am able to take it all and after it is all in me she makes me hold it for five minutes and then allows me to release the enema. After I am finished she comes in and gives me a hug and tells me how much she loves me and takes me to the bedroom and removes her clothes and straddles my face and makes me work on her with my tongue until she goes limp and then she glides my, by now, throbbing penis into her and again works us both to a climax.

Or something like that. (smile)

Great post. Mom's comments are perfect. Whar about his? "please Mommy take it out, I can't hold anymore". "please Mommy, it's going to come out if you make me take anymore".

My mommy gave me warm soapy enemas lying on her blanket covered lap. the enema was as warm as the heated fuzzy blanket i layed on,and the enema was soap sudsy .Mom would say how the enema would make me feel better and clean my bowels out.

Wow! I thought I was the only one that had "Mommy" fantasies! Although at times my fantasies get outside the box they are usually based on real enemas I saw, heard, heard about or received as a kid. I like my "Mommies" to be firm but not mean.

My Mom had to be coaxed into giving me an adult enema. A next door neighbor girl who I was friends with confided with each other about everything. One day I told her that Mom was going to give me a bulb enema that afternoon. I remember she smiled at me and said she no longer takes those baby enemas. Her Mom gives her adult enemas. Well, I did just about everything from pleading to begging Mom to give me one. It took my enlisting her mother, my Mam Maw, to get her to finally do it. Boy was it great....

Theres nothing like a good warm soap suds enema bag mommy enema.

Love that fantasy, especially where "mommy" hikes her dress up to reveal the stockings and garter belt. I remember attire like that, along with silky lacy slips, from when I was little!

Boy could i wse a good old fashion warm blanket and saop suds mommy enema bag enema.

What a wonderful fantasy. I've heard from many men who would love such an experience.

A couple of weeks ago my husband was out of sorts or in a blue funk .. and just not his usual obnoxious self. 😉 I was tired of him moping around .. and a little concerned .. it just isn't his style. I asked him if he wanted to give me an enema .. that usually cheered him up. No. WTF? He always likes giving me enemas. More moping around. Moody. Getting a little pissy and starting to get deeper into his funk.

I asked him if he wanted to talk about it. No. I don't like short conversations and I really don't like one word answers when I am trying to find out what is going on. I left him alone with his thoughts for a day or so thinking he will snap out of it. Nah. He was getting more moody.

How about me going down on you like I like to do? Well, that might be ok. My favorite way to go down on him is giving him an enema. He likes it, too. So, there I was, doing my thing, make that, me doing HIS thing, with an enema going on and giving him a pretty good time. I got him off and hoped that I had taken care of what he calls, DSB, (dreaded semen backup), and that his moodiness would go away and he would snap out of it.

I was letting the rest of the enema go into him and I asked him how that was? I had really done him up as good as I could. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "It was ok." I was down there anyway so I got a hand full of his balls. I had his attention. He had that look of, "... you wouldn't? Would you?" Hell yes, babee. Start talking.

He turns 60 in a few months and was feeling blue and wondering where the time had gone. He's under a lot of pressure and always acting like he has to micro manage everything. That irritates me. But I understand this and remember my 40th. I told him he needed some enemas, a little TLC ... tough love crybaby ..., and for him to lay back and let it happen. I had his balls. He learns quick.

So for the next three days ... I give him 10 enemas .. and he worked through it. I still haven't got the hang of how to properly use the handcuffs and so his wrists are a little sore. I think, faultless50, that sometimes guys just like to give over control and get a little TLC to get back on track. Him turning 60 bugs him a lot ... and there may be more TLC in his near future. Those three days ... he never gave me one enema .. which is very unusual. I'm usually the one who gets more than she gives by about 10 to 1.

Sometimes it may just take a mother's touch to make it all better. Having him by the balls and some handcuffs helped.

Great fantasies, I have great memories of enemas and rectal temps from mommy ,,,up to age 6. Still have role play scenes with others online to recreate those moments. Any females interested, please let me know. Frank