Enemas as a teenager

I got enemas from my mother, grandmother, and aunt until I was 8.

HI I got enemas from mom and older sister from the time I was 3 to 15. I took many solo from 12 to 21. I loved receiving enemas. Bob

I am envious of all of those that had a Mom that understand that boys needed/wanted enemas and went out of their way to make the experience pleasant and not something that had to be hidden or ashamed of.

Most embarassed experiences. It was puberty with erections and insertion was were arousing but it was a shame. Enemas were considered as childish thing and for this reason were more embarassed.

I would do my enemas solo when I was alone in the house when I was a Teenager. I aws only given one enema by my Mom when I was about 4 yrs old. The rest were from my Aunt when I went to her summer home for vacation. When she went to town my cousins and I would give each other enemas.I did them with them as a teenager when we could.

I was visiting my Mom in Reno, NV having driven down from the Seattle area. So there I was in my 60's....getting my Sherema 4 qt bag and 20" 36 Fr catheter ready for a very much needed enema. Mom asked me if I would like some help. I thought, what the Hell...and accepted.

She remarked about the size of the bag, assking if I would be taking all of it. I told her that it was four quarts and that no, I would take at least half, maybe more. She like the catheter and commented that this would be a "really high" enema. It was like old times since with my medical condition I had received many enemas from her while growing up.

Come to think of it, when I was 14, home recovering from mastoid surgery I became constipated (duh!)and Mom brought me my first catheter. It was small; I don't remember the "Fr" rating. --and I was to use it 'solo' from then on as needed.

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I had quite a few as a teenager, all solo. It wasn't until I met my lady that anyone else became involved.

All enemas as a teenager were solo for me. The anticipation of having an enema would give me an instant rock hard on and a respectable volume of pre-cum. I would wait for the opportunity of being home alone and then bring the red rexall victoria combination down from the top shelf of the linen closet. Depending on the time factor I would have one or more soapy enemas. After finishing I meticulously wiped all the equipment down with a towel to remove any traces of water and spun the red hose in a fast circular motion to rid it of any water droplets.I also shook the bag vigorously to get all water out. Now back in the box and careful to place it just as I found it and put it back in the same position in the closet. I was so careful because I did not want to be found out even though enemas were normal and quite common in my home. Looking through hindsight I would have been much more open about my bathroom activities with my mother.

I started going solo at age 9, about weekly. This continued through college. While a teen at home, mom let me do my own at age 13. I got asthmatic bronchitis several times a year and made sure I complained about cramps after 3 days and she told me she'd fix me a bag to take myself. After awhile, it was automatic- she knew I'd need one.

I got married at 21 and mom told my new wife about what happened whenever I got ill. My wife said she knew just how to handle it-she was an R.N. So, I just continued my pattern and had a giver once again.

I used a syringe on myself when no one was home. Warm and wonderful. If I knew no one would be home for hours, I would use baby diapers I collected from the church nursery to release in.

My mom gave me enemas when I was constipated if a dose of laxative at bedtime and a glycerine suppository in the morning didn't make me go, and she also gave me daily enemas whenever I was sick enough to be kept home from school. This continued right through my teens and through to my mid-20's.

Did some teen enemas alone and had a aunt was a retired nurse who enjoyed give a good old fashion enema.she gave me my last in my 20s and as said in other post was licky enought to marry a enema lover like my slef.

Starting at about 13 yrs. old I would give one to myself any time I had the house to myself (which wasn't very often).

I got many enemas as a teenager. Most were self given, however, Mom did give me one when she found my syringe that . I kept hidden. It was a tyson fountain syringe and I kept it behind the heater in Mom's bathroom. Today, I know that Mom knew that it was there and I also think she knew how often I used it. One day, being extremely horny I came home from school and went into Mom's bathroom looking for my bag. I wanted an enema and I was going to take one even if Mom ws in the house. But, what I found was my tyson was not there. I was sure that it was there a few days earlier. But, what had happened to it? I stewed over it for most of the afternoon. Finally, around 8 I went to Mom and fessed up as to my need. Then I asked Mom if she had seen my bag. Mom's eyes peered right through me. She reached over and put her soft hand onto my right cheek and said this very softly "Yes, I know where it is! I have put it up!" I couldn't believe what she said. I looked down at the floor and then said, "Mama, may I please ask you something? Please tell me where you put it! I can not tell you how bad I want an enema tonight, Mama, I need one real bad!" To tell you the truth, I do not believe my Mom could believe what she had just heard from me. And to describe Mom's face that followed is most difficult. It was a totally blank look! Her eyes were no longer peering right through me. In fact, they were actually rather sad looking at that point! I reached over and put my arms around her and gave her a gentle hug. Then, I whispered in her ear and said "please!" She hugged me back and then relaxed, took my hand, and walked me back to the back bathroom that was beside my bedroom. When we got in there she reached up and opened the cabinet that was above the washing machine. With the doors open, Mom pointed up to a silver kettle and said, "Mike, your thing is in there!" I hugged her and jumped up onto the washing machine and opened the top of the kettle and like Mom said it was there. As I pulled it out, Mom, herself, had taken it upon herself to turn on the water in the sink and was adjusting the temperature of the water as I got down. i told Mom "thanks!" Mom replied "You are welcome son" and reached for the syringe. I could not believe my luck and I handed the syringe to her. I watched closely as she unrolled the tubing from around the bag and snapped the tube's shut-off. Then as if she were an expert, I watched as she slipped the open top into the flow and proceeded to fill the bottle with warm soapy water. When the bag could hold no more water, she turned off the flow and wiped the soap from the sides of the bag. Then she walked over to the wall that was beside the commode and hung the bottle by its tab on its normal spot. I could hear the water filling the tube with its bloop, bloop, bloop sound. I was in a state of awe and feeling almost like I wasn't really there, but Mom brought me back to senses when she shook my arm and said, "Mike, get undressed if you want me to give you this here enema!" I guess you know what I did, right?

Mum always. I never did my own mum believed every girl should have good wash out weekly or more often if possible. The last one was night before my wedding,real big for me with loads of soap. I had two rinses to clear me out then to bed like a 2 year old

I received enemas from my parents as a teenager but not as often as I got them before. I believe puberty had something to do with the decrease since I got a huge and very obvious erection whenever they were about to give me an enema. I had gotten erections during enemas from a very young age, but didn't know what was happening then. By the age of thirteen I did and I am sure my parents knew it. They didn't stop giving me enemas completely, but the frequency decreased from perhaps three or four enemas a month to just one enema every couple of months.

Of course, I supplemented my parental cleansings by secretly giving myself enemas at every opportunity.

At age 14, we kind of did a re-enactment of previous childhood sessions when the rest of the family wasn't around. It was very arousing, and not difficult for her to notice I was "pointed north".

There hasn't been a period in my life where I wasn't getting enemas somewhat regularly. So, yes 😃

My sis and I never really had a lot of enemas growing up. Jenny has had more due to medical issues....and hates them. I'm pretty much indifferent. I had a few, particularly between the ages of 11 and 13, but just accepted them as part of childhood. These days I get a Fleet enema from my mom prior to working with her as a simulated patient (depending on what she's teaching). It's not exactly fun, but it's attention from my mom, and it helps prevent any sort of accident while being examined.

My teenage enemas were always self administered. Mom would prepare the soapy mixture, fill and hang the bag, and would leave the bathroom and close the door behind her. I'm convinced it was because of my obvious reaction to the enema - an uncontrolable erection. It was during these sessions that I learned how well the enema and masturbation go together. I knew she wouldn't come into the bathroom while I was taking the enema so I had many enjoyable enema masturbation sessions on the bathroom floor during my teen years.

I received enemas all through my childhood and my teenage years. My mother was a nurse and her answer for everything was an enema. She also believed in large volume and longer retention.

My enemas increased when I was about 12 and 1/2 and going into the seventh grade. I had had enemas many times before, but never before a physical. Before my seventh grade physical, I received a two quart soapsuds enema, followed by a 2 quart clear water rinse. I found out when I got to the doctor's office that the enemas had been ordered as a prep and I also dicovered why.(You will have to PM me for details if you want them).

After that visit, my pediatrician told my mom that I needed an enema series on a regular basis. To her that meant weekly. So from that point on until I was 17 years old, I received an enema series o sunday morning each week. My religion became that red enema bag. One two quart soapsuds with the douche nozzle. Two 2 quart rinses with same nozzle. Clothing was nonexistant and modesty was not considered. It was the 1960's after all.

While I never disliked enemas after about eight years old, i came to really enjoy them and look forward to them as a teenager.

Now my son, who will soon turn seventeen, takes an enema once a week by his own choice and seems to enjoy them. He has been taking them since he was twelve. My daughter, who is fifteen, takes enemas during her period and says they really help.

My last enema from mom i eas 19 .but recived some form a aunt who had been a nurse in the 60s and early 70s i was 23 and married my wife also recived a few from her to the where fun times

I got enemas from my mom as a teenager and I also gave myself many enemas.

I had enemas at home from mom till I was 14...

I got my last enema from mom when I was 14. It was given after a family vacation trip.

I got my last enema from mom when I was about 13 or so. When I got my period and started sprouting boobs she recognized my need for privacy. By then I think she knew I was giving myself enemas on the side anyway. Some time earlier she had offerred me the choice of an enema or a laxative one time when I was not feeling well. Choosing the laxative just one time was enough for me to decide the enema is the way to go. I do not remember what kind of laxative it was, but it convinced me the enema is quicker and at least you know when it will take effect.

I got them from age 13 to 19 ,from step dad

i got them from age 13 to 19 ,from step dad

That sounds a little kinky.

Was there a reason you couldn't do them yourself at that age?

I have recieved enema's and suppositories since infancy,and still do to this day.I am never allow to administer to myself.It is always done by my mommy(Real life) or my older sister(REAL life).I have also recieved from baby sitters,and grammie from my family.I have also recieved from my pediatrician and pediatricians nurse.

My mother was very attentive to the bowel habits of my sisters and me. We all got an occasional enema while in our teens. I would say that I probably got two and at most three enemas during my high school years. Both of my sisters got many more than I did with my younger sister getting probably one enema a month. She didn't seem to mind them and would even ask for one, which she always got.