Enemas as a teenager

I was 13 when i got my first enema. My mom noticed that I wasn't eating and complaining of an upset stomach so she told me to go to my room, get undressed, and wait on my bed. She came up with a full bag of soapsuds water and a jar of vaseline, lubed my butt inside and out, and then filled me up. I was good about holding it, but man did it cramp! The next time I got an enema was on vacation with my family in California. I was almost sixteen and we had gone to the beach. I ate a funnel cake that made me sick to my stomach and all gassy. Once my parents, my sister, and I,were back at the hotel, it was enema time. My sister, who was two years younger than me, got her enema first. Then me while Rebecka was expelling hers. Our family was really close knit so we didn't mind seeing or hearing each other get our enemas. Mom continued to use the red two quart to solve almost any ailment until we graduated high school.

I recieved loads and loads of enemas as a teenager. My grandmother always gave them to me and unfortunetly my grandmother was very stricked and if you made one little noise...you got to start all over (without letting out the first one!)

I received many from my mother as far back that I can remember when I was eleven my girlfriends mom and dad gave me A punishment spanking and then A enema in for stealing her diet pills.

I got my last enema from my mom when I was about 11, then started to give them to myself whenever I could.

Mom stopped giving me enemas when I was about 12. After that I had to sneak them if I was really desperate. Mostly, I would just tell Mom that I was constipated and needed an enema. She would either get the enema bag and leave it in the bathroom or hand it to me and tell me to go and take one. Occasionally Mom would leave the bag in the bathroom after she had used it. One time when I was about 15 I went in and there was the bag. I was going to take a shower and it was hanging in the shower. I filled it and was giving myself the enema and had a raging hard on. Mom heard me expelling and asked if I was OK. I told her yes. I refilled the bag several more times as I was showering expelling into the shower. I was in the middle of one when suddenly Mom burst the bathroom yelling at me that I had been in the shower long enough. There I was, enema bag full of very soapy water, soap suds running down the sides, douche nozzle in me and a my hard on. Mom yelled for me to hurry up and get done. Later that day we had a looooong talk about me taking enemas and the right way to do it, nozzles to use, etc.

I too got caught taking a enema and holding my member by my mom when she came into the bathroom to get lipstick, she thought I was in the bath, she was shocked to see me standing there with a douche nozzle in my bottom. She came over and snapped off the hose and told me to bend over and she removed it. then she dumped it in the sink and started to mix up another one asking me if I had been doing this before. She had me get on my knees on the floor and put lube on the nozzle and put it back up me telling me if I needed a enema I needed to do it properly. When it was done she removed it and told me we would talk latter, she also said I will leave this out for you as she put the Vaseline on the counter. Latter that day after she made me lunch she pulled out a bag from the drug store, you know the white bag they use to give you and pulled out a new white douche nozzle and a black bat shaped enema nozzle, then told me that I had given her a infection by using her douche nozzle before and so I was not to use it again, she also told me if I wanted or needed a enema I was to ask her so she could make sure I took it the right way. then she explained that she new they made me feel like I needed to masturbate after and that was natural for me to feel that way but I needed to do that after I finished. So a few days latter I asked for one and she took me into her bedroom with a towel and told me to undress and lay down on the towel and she went into the bath room and mixed it up, then came back into the room and gave it to me. I ended up getting a lot of them like that.

Reply to Benja - Wow you must have been peeking!! I used to do all that as teen too whenever alone. I often talked my sister into doing the same thing - we loved to fill our bellies then stroll around the house naked. We masturbated together nearly every weekend until 15 or 16.

By the time I became a teen, I was doing my weeklies on my own most of the time; 3 out of every 4, I remember. Mum would still make a 'guest appearance' on the 4th. She and I had come to a tacit understanding that I could and would do them; I think she just wanted to come occasionally to support me in my efforts. Occasionally I would indulge during the week. It was always with her knowledge, and she never objected.

Every now and then I wish I could relive some of those times. She didn't terrify me; once I came to understand the process, it didn't terrify me either. I was never so lucky to get any from anyone else at that time...

Cos.

At age 16 I feigned severe constipation in hopes that my mother would give me one, and she did. I had been sneaking them since age 13, but really was intent on having one administered to me. When she did, it gave me an erection of an intensity that may never have been duplicated in all the years since then.

Over the decades since then, my personal, very private hobby has been to see how many women I could have give me an enema. It is close to a hundred by now.

As a teen I tried as often as I could to get one of mom's enemas but not so often as to alert her to my craving. I also did the solo scene when no one else was around.

My only teen enemas were when I was 15 and bedridden with pneumonia. The antibiotics clogged up my system and I didn' object when the enema can came off the shelf twice in that week. I still had mixed feelings about enemas, however, and didn't try to give myself one. Also, who knows what would have happened had I been caught doing one.

My last enema from mother was about age 12. I was too late in starting to give myself enemas at age 14 as an anal fissure developed from ongoing constipation.

The next enema to be given to me was by my bride on our Honeymoon when I near age 29.

My last enema from my mother was at 11. After that I would sneak my enemas as often as I could. Married and still sneaking them because wife not into them but keep trying to get her to change her mind.

Last enema from my mother was quite probably the only enema from my mother. I was probably 5 and screamed through the whole thing. Then I went out and told the Nannie "I just got an enema>' She smiled and said "I know. I heard you."

I too received enemas from Mom. Usually a bulb with me on all fours--very slowly she would squeeze. But the real connection to a life interest and connection to my sexuality came as a teen when I had to finish my senior year living with a woman in her 40's. The story, http://www.zity.biz/docs/english/enemas/stories/the-visitor.html

is on the link. I don't know how to complete the link process--you can cut and paste it.

I have had other encounters...each being very good. She clearly was the first to make a lasting connection.

I was never given a enema, looking back they probably should have. 😮

I received enemas from mom until I was 13. She told me I was old enough to give myself an enema when needed. When she thought an enema was warranted she would set the bag up for me and leave me alone in the bathroom to do it myself. When I was 17 I received the last enema from mom. I remember it vividly. My dad and I had had the flu for several days and she came in my bedroom and suggested an enema. I was somewhat shocked as it had been a few years since I had had an enema. I mumbled something about I was too old for an enema. She told me that she had just given an enema to dad so I wasn't too old. And she would "help me out" with the enema if I felt too ill to do it myself. It was Sunday and I was watching a football game that just started. I finally said ok if we could wait till the game was over. I don't think I paid any attention to the game as my mind was only on the enema. As soon was the gun sounded the end of the I heard her in the bathroom readying the enema bag. I went to the bathroom and took off my pj bottoms and positioned myself on all fours on the floor. I could only take about 1/3 of the bag. Afterward she commented I hadn't taken much and did I want another. I don't know why (probably out of embarassment ) I declined.

I received enemas as a teen from a neighbor who i did yard work for.I think he enjoyed giving them as much as i enjoyed receving them.At first i was embarassed and humiliated.But before that first enema was complete,i had an incredible orgasm and was hooked.And I eagerly dropped my drawers many times after that.

I got them through my teens, from either my mother or my aunt. I believe I was 17, almost 18 when I got the last enema from a family member.

Never got enemas as a teen. LOL - I do try to make up for it now.

Regularly. It was about this time that I would accompany my dad to the different motels where he visited his "enema nurse." This was as many as six different nurses at the peak season. She would lay us side by side and it was mind blowing and amusing to watch our mutual reactions. 😉

Sadly I never recived any as a child and still not as an adult.

But... never say never I am sure I will turn that corner soon 😄

Then welcome to our little corner of "kink." Grab a nice red baggie from Walmart or Walgreens and give it a try. No doubt there will be no lack of advisors. Perhaps there will even be volunteers to help with such initiation. Above all, play safe and play nice... and enjoy.

I was given an enema by a nurse in hospital when I was 17. The nurse came around after dinner and said the doctor had ordered an enema. There were only two bed in the room and I got out of bed and slipped my pyajama bottoms off and lay back on the bed with my top pulled down as far as possible. I had received many enemas over the years and knew what to expect.My room mate had got them too as he just smiled and said it would be

over soon.

Like I've said in other posts, I never really disliked enemas, but never really got to like and enjoy them until I got into my teens. My sister and I often gave each other enemas when we were home alone ... and because mom and dad had to work all day Saturday, we were able to romp nude around the house. Never got into naturism, but even today, as a married adult living in a secluded rural area, forgetting to put on clothes is a way of life during the warm weather months. But back to enemas as a teen ... my sister and I, I think, worked the enema bag overtime and enjoyed our exploits. Our only rule, just between the twoof us, was not to make the enema too big. We wanted to enjoy them. We tried every position, every place in the house and various temps ... except icy cold. It was a very pleasant few years when we were in high school.

My sister and i would receive enemas from mom until i was 15. my sister was one year younger than me and if one of us got sick we both had to get an enema. since mom had two large red bags we would both lie over the tub and get our enema at the same time.

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my sister and i would receive enemas from mom until i was 15. my sister was one year younger than me and if one of us got sick we both had to get an enema. since mom had two large red bags we would both lie over the tub and get our enema at the same time.

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Yeah? Who got to use the toilet first? 😃

I now use a shower hose for a enema in the tub. I can control the amount and temp and when overfilled it just runs out.

It all started with bear Grylls(wilderness expert on t.v., Man Vs. Wild). That's how I first learned about enemas when he gave himself a salt water enema. I thought that was kinda weird so I researched it a little and found some porn sites about it. I thought that it was pretty hot and I've tried anal stimulation before and like it a lot but the problem was that shit would always be on my finger, or what ever i used, after. So I connected the two and thought i'd take a enema then play with my ass. Only Problem was my family didn't own a enema kit and felt too embarrassed to go and buy one but thinking back I probably should have. So one day I had a pretty good idea I would take the tube from a shampoo bottle that was a foot long and flexible. So I ran a bath, shoved the tube up my butt and stuck the other end under the faucet. I immediately felt the warm water and the pressure start to build. I still to this day have no clue if that could have hurt me or what but all I know is that I like the feeling and that's the start of my addiction of enema's. It didn't work great but it did work. After about 10 minutes I could really start to feel it and got up to go to the toilet. WOW, I never took a bigger dump then that it felt like my ass was about to split apart, and that was the second greatest thing I ever felt( besides the feeling enema itself) after a minute I checked what had come out already and realized that the water was about a inch away from overflowing so I quickly flushed managing to only spill a little. after another few minutes I realized I was empty and took my rock hard erection in one hand, and with the other hand shoved it up my bum. It only took a few seconds until i shook rolled my eyes back in my head and craned my head backwards in Ecstasy. After that I went down a long line in creative enema's most of which are very clever. If you would like to hear about them contact me at enemyhehe@yahoo.com

Yes enemas were given when anyone of us stay home home school. I was in the last year of school. I stay home sick it had been years before mother gave me an enema so I did not think anything About being given an enema. I was in my bed resting mother walked in with a full enema bag she said roll on your side. I said I do not need that enema. She said roll on you side pull down you underwere down over you butt. I did what she said she gave me that big enema . She sat on the bed for a long time after that enema was in me talking finely she took the tube out of me & left my room it sure did not take me long to pull up my underwear's run to the bathroom I will say that enema really worked. I was about 18 years old then. That was the last enema she gave me. I got married a while later it was not but fur week later I got sick my wife came in with a full enema bag I said I did not need an enema she said roll over gave me the enema while she was giving that enema she to led me my mother gave her that enema bag asked her if she knew how to give the enema she to led her anytime you need to give him a big enema, she said yes she had them all her life. When that enema was in me she took out the tube & went to get up she saw my manhood was full she said sometime we play with the enema bag for fun that is story for later.