Were you aware of your parents taking enemas?

My grandmother gave our entire family spring and fall flushings with a dose of laxative followed in an hour or more by an enema. So I knew my dad got one those times at the least. He and I were more obstinate about obediently taking the castor oil or Epsom salts but I didn't object to the enema later.

I also got enemas from my mom and had erections as I entered into adolescence. On one memorable occasion, I had this really weird feeling and had my very first ejaculation during an enema. It was embarrassing to squirt uncontrollably on the bathroom floor but Mom said not to worry, the same thing happened to my dad during his enemas. So I know she gave them to him but I always wondered if they were just to clean out his bowels or more to sexually excite him?

My mother was an enema fanatic who would give an enema for the slightest sign of any medical condition and took them openly and frequently.

It was quite the normal cure for any medical condition in our house.

I know that my mother took enemas on a regular basis and also gave enemas to her sister. I am quite certain that she gave my father enemas but these were done in private.

I posted on this more than 3 years ago. It's great this topic is still alive. Because the enema bag was always hanging from the shower head, it was pretty obvious when it had been used. It also made it possible to use it without drawing any undesirable attention. If mom or grandma asked who used it, there was always the excuse that it fell down in the shower. I suppose that they were suspicious however.

As kids, we made a game of guessing who got an enema when it was obvious it had been used. If nobody had recently showered, the droplets of water inside and dangling from the nozzle were pretty telling. Baths were most common and I was the one who usually showered. This allowed me unfettered access to the enema bag. My loud expulsions afterward were likely a dead giveaway but I didn't realize it until quite later.

If us kids had been locked out or shooed away to grandma's place next door, it was pretty well assured that the enema bag would be wet afterward. We never could get a total handle as to whether it had been used for an enema or for douching. My mom was so adept at enema administration that it was a safe assumption that she or dad had been on the receiving end.

Mom wasn't shy when it came to discussing enemas. She was often consulted by relatives or friends and had even lent the enema bag to my paternal grandparents for a pre-procedure cleansing. On one occasion we had a family event and when dessert was offered, my mom couldn't resist. She had eaten only clear liquids for dinner because she had an early test that required a bowel prep.

I'll never forget the discussion that followed her indulgence. The outcome was that she would just have to take a couple of extra enemas for her prep. We kids snickered and joked about that for a long time thereafter.

I also remember my uncle telling my grandpa about getting an erection while receiving an enema and shave prior to a hospital procedure. He said that the nurse flicked his penis and the erection immediately disappeared. Thank goodness the nurse didn't slap me down like that when I had a similar response to an enema in the hospital.

I don't think my parents ever took enemas and I only got an enema if I asked for it.

I have no evidence one way or the other about my dad and enemas but I am sure my mother gave them to herself. There were fairly frequent times when she would say she had a headache and was going to take a nap, and not to disturb her. I would hear water running in the bathroom sink, then quiet for a while, then toilet flushing. Having been on the receiving end more than once, and also experimenting at my own hand, I recognized the sounds.

The enema bag was always put away, but I knew it was being used because I could hear the expelling from my bedroom. I assumed it was either my mother douching after sex, or either one of them was getting an enema. It happened a couple times a week, as I recall.

My mom did enemas at least weekly, left the bag behind a door easy to see when one went in. I never recall any need to have it not openly seen. This was an upstairs bathroom though and rarely used by visitors.

I think my parents took enemas fairly often, perhaps every couple of weeks. I am rathur sure mother liked them much more than dad. I am talking about the 50's and 60's. In later years I feel sure that mother kept up with her enemas and dad just once in a while. The bag was only left out every once in a while, not often. Enemas and (heaven forbid) "sex" were never mentioned in the house. Only when I was a kid did mother announce that it was 'Enema' time. Late 40's and early 50's. I dont get too much chance now but if I had my choice I'd do a weekly enema series.

I think both my Mom and Dad gave themselves enemas. I believe my Dad did them on a regular basis and used a small bulb to give them to himself. I say this because that bulb was kept very handy and always wet.

My young stepmother was a keen enema user, and made no effort to hide it. Being a young man in early puberty and slightly in love with my beautiful stepmother, I was very nosy to find out what an enema felt like.

As far as I remember it was only me getting enemas. Mostly my parents did say that they didnt enjoy them, and never showed any enthusiasm towards enemas.

I remember always asking that if they didnt like getting and enema, why then did they find it neccesary to give it to me.

Today Im gratefull for it!

I to came from a strange family, my mom the dominant in the house my father submissive. I would often hear him getting a whipping with the belt and watch him sit gingerly for a few days after.

The first time I knew of my mother giving my father an enema. We shared a bathroom and the noise of water running woke me up. Quietly I slid the bathroom door open a little and watched (doesn't pay to have full length mirrors!) my dad with butt high head on the floor and with a nozzle stuck deep in his ass. I couldn't stop watching but when the water stopped I had to haul back to bed I didn't want my mother seeing me. I stayed awake that night and listened to her give him 3 enemas and then listen as she whipped his butt with the belt. I got whipped with the same belt many times but she never gave me an enema and I never knew why!

In my house my father was into them but said they were for health reasons. I guess they were but at one point when I was going through puberty I "needed" one and from that point on was hooked. I go through periods when they are not a high priority but when they become that I can think of little else. Just need a good clean out and of course a nice sexual experience goes with it. :😃

I was about fourteen when I went down the hall and saw my Father laying across the bed on his side. His pants and boxers were at his knees. The red hose was between his cheeks. Mom was holding the big red bag. From the sounds he was making and the look on his face he wasn't enjoying himself. I don't know why but i was so shocked. I didn't stick around long but it was like the picture was burned into my brain.

I'd not had an enema in a long time, a very long time. A couple of months after that I was put in the hospital for upper and lower GI and other tests. I had an ulcer. That first afternoon I was in the same position my Father had been and wasn't enjoying myself at all.

I was in that hospital three times within a year and a half for the same tests. I've got to say they gave the most intense soapy enemas I've ever had. Although I didn't enjoy them and thought I was going to die of embarrassment I think that is what got me hooked.

I swear the first time when that nurse came in the door with that big clear enema bag I wanted to die. About five minutes later I actually thought I was going to die.

I wasn't really aware of my parents taking enemas when I was growing up but I now realize they did. I am pretty sure my father was hooked on enemas and suspect my mother rather liked them too. Here are some of my thoughts:

When my parents gave me my first enema (I was four or five) they already had an enema bag. Daddy got it from their bedroom and I watched him prepare my enema. The bag needed no assembly, just filling. The black, bat-shaped enema nozzle was already attached and I remember seeing holes in the jar of cold cream where the nozzle had been stuck in before. Since the enema bag had never been used on me and since I had no siblings, it must have been used by my parents themselves.

My father was rather excited when he told me I was going to get an enema and I suspect it was because he was looking forward to the procedure. As he was filling the enema bag, I remember him telling me something like "You'll enjoy this enema" or "This enema will feel good."

Mother inserted the enema nozzle into me and did it expertly. I'm certain it was not the first time she'd done it.

I never heard or saw them doing enemas, but I do recall occasions when the enema bag was hanging from the shower rod or a towel rack instead of on the back of the door. It was often there after one of my enemas but it was also there plenty of times when I'd not had an enema.

I do not know for sure bit I think they did not. Mom sure did know how to give them to me for sure. My brother and sisters did not get them. I was alway mad because I was always getting them because I always got comspitated.

I saw the red bag and black nozzel hanging from the back of the master bedroom bathroom door. If the door was in the right position I could see the reflection in a mirror who was getting an enema. Mom and my step-dad gave them to each other.

Absolutely! Many times after Mom was finished giving me my enemas she sequestered herself in the bathroom for quality time with the bag and there was many a time she called to my dad to tell him she had his enema ready. Though many of Dad's enemas were given to him after I was tucked into bed, I knew Mom was giving them to him at least weekly.

I got enemas at least every weekend and occasionally one or two times during the week. The weekend enemas were just for health reasons but the evening enemas before bathime were for constipation problems I was having from time to time. Our bag was always out, hanging from the shower curtain rod. After using the bag Mom would let the hose and nozzle hang down into the tub to drain for a day or so before looping it back up into the mouth of the bag, so it was easy to tell when the bag had been used, which was pretty often, even if my butt wasn't the one the nozzle had been filling.

Father--None, ever as an adult. Mother--One time when I was in high school; her daily Ex-Lax, Epsom Salts (oral) and other laxatives failed. She didn't like enemas at all. She got lots of them as a kid in the 20's and 30's, as her mother was a devotee of the bag. Mom gave me a fair number of them, because the doctor was always telling her to do so.

My father's mother took one evey morning; a pint. If that didn't work, she took a quart with lots of Ivory.

Hospital nurses weened her off of daily enemas during her stay for gall bladder surgery. As soon as she got home, she started up daily, again.

My grandmother would come over to our house and give my mother enemas from time to time. I never actually saw it happening though.

I only remember one time hearing my parents discuss enemas and I guess I was shocked by both the frankness and easy give and take. Dad said he had to take enemas to ease the pain of his hemorrhoids and to prepare for his surgery. Mom offered to help and Dad said he was pretty sure he could manage but would ask for help if he needed any.

My dad never show any indication of taking enemas. Mom douched and took enemas rather often - the bag would be hanging out. She gave enemas to both my brother and I while in grade school - after that, bro and I gave to each other. Loved them ever since, especially with a partner.

Enemas were very common in our house. While I don't remember if my father ever got them, I do know for certain that my mom would take them, my two sisters would get them, and so would I. It wasn't difficult to figure out if someone had gotten one because the bag would be out drying on the towel rack. With my bedroom immediately adjacent to the bathroom I could usually hear the discussion and sort of knew who had been the recipient. My sisters both got more enemas that I did, but my younger sister seemed to get the most of all and I suspect she might have had a liking for them.

I don't think they did we only had one bathroom and I never saw a bag or bulb I guess that's why it took so long for me to discover them, but making up for lost time .

As a young child, I wasn't aware of my parents taking enemas, but since I received them on an as needed basis (whenever I had been sick for more than a few days), I suspect they used the bag as well. In later years after the folks divorced, my mother bought an amber enema bag, and I used to sneak that one myself, and I know my mother used it as well. Whether it was for need, or sexual stimulation for her, I'll never know, since I never asked her.

My mother was a great believer in the beneficial effects of enema's as well. Growing up in the 50s and 60s enema's were given to cure any number of ailments. If you protested, You got a spanking first and then the enema. The house I grew up in had the skeleton key holes so you could see a lot. I saw my parents each give the other enema's several times. My penis became quite hard in my teens. Which later became embarrassing when I was given an enema.

I would wake some mornings to find a wet enema bag hanging in the bathroom. I always wondered who got the enema. It was years later that I discovered that my mom gave them to my dad.

Sometimes I would see an incredible shiny black curved douche nozzle, however I didn't know what a douche was. Mom said it was for deep enemas. I really wanted to have a "deep enema" and on occasion I asked for one. But I was just ignored. When I started experimenting on my own it was that nozzle I used on myself.

My parents were not too modest, my father would give my mother enemas two or 3 times a week. She would always take them on her bed, the door was left ajar and it was easy to see if you would pass by. My father got hem once in a while, never saw him get them. He also used a bulb enema in the mornings. Candid about it.

About the age of 8 and until I left for college, my mother had me give her enemas. She would always insert the nozzle, but she was not very modest.

Mom took enemas regularly when I was growing up. She did them while I was at school. She also douched after her period and probably after sex. Douching became more frequent after her hysterectomy. I found a pamphlet in her bedroom entitled "A Doctor Discussed Menopause: which had several pages on proper douching techniques. The phrase "gush out" burned into my fevered mind as I read the instructions. I had no understanding about the structure of the vagina and found it fascinating that a douche wouldn't stay in without pinching the labia closed, unlike the way an enema would be retained.

I could tell by the odor if mom had douched or had had an enema while I was at school.

She left the bag out for several days, either because she used it over several days or because she simply forgot to put it away. I took the opportunity to give myself an enema during those times if I could get away with it. And sometimes I received an unexpected enema because the equipment was handy and mom thought I could use an enema.

As far as I know my dad never got an enema. My mother's father took or was given enemas regularly.