Did your parents know you took enemas ?

When 12 or 13 years my mother walk in on me taking an enema. All that was said was to let her know next time and did I need any help. So from then on I was able to take enemas when I wanted to.

I thought I was pretty sneaky and adept at cleaning up any evidence. I had some close calls and was almost caught on several occasions. In hindsight, mom probably had some strong suspicions.

I started taking them solo at 12 or 13 - never got 1 from mom.

I dont think she knew and I was always VERY careful to do them when I was alone!

Congratulations, Robbob! My mom was, herself, an avid enema enthusiast, averaging 2 to 3 weekly enemas herself and giving them to us to prevent constipation and for any and all ailments. I had my first solo enema at age 12 and have loved them ever since.

--Mike007678!

I believe that my Mother knew that I was taking enemas. Used her bag that was hanging the bathroom every chance I had.

After having hidden my pleasures for years, my father found out.

I figured out enemas when I was in elementary school, and my parents had never given me an enema! By the time I was in high school, I had purchased a Sherema bag and colon tube "mail order" before the internet even existed. One day when I was a junior in high school, I was up most of the night giving myself enemas and masturbating. The next morning, I overslept and was late coming down for breakfast. I was upstairs in my bathroom wearing my robe using my hair dryer with the door open to let the steam out after my shower and didn't hear my father come up the steps to see what was taking me so long. As luck would have it, my Sherema bag and colon tube were hanging on the towel rods and in plain view of my father. He was wonderful about it. He asked if I was alright. I said yes, and it was never brought up again. Colon tube $15, 4 quart Sherema bag about $100, a wonderful understanding father, PRICELESS! The first time I gave someone else (my boyfriend, now husband) an enema was my freshman year in college.

I guess somehow most parents notice such things but I always tried to avoid this.

My parents never found out about it, I guess it's better that way because i would have been very embarrased.

I think my mother did as she had some enema equipment, and I think she enjoyed the way I do then and today. I was about 11 or so, and self exploring. One evening, I taking a bath, I brouoght the enema bulb with me into the tub. I filled myself with about 7-8 8oz and was really full, amd my dick was really hard. I began masturbating and had such a hard orgasm I think I almost passed out. After that I had to get to the toilet and thought I was going to die from the cramping, and swore to myself I would never take an enema again, haha. 56 now and love it.

I started when I was about 13 actualy taking an enema. Up to that point I was just exploring. I don't believe that my parents or sibilings ever knew. In hindsight I am glad that they did not.

My mom used the little irrigation bulb on me. I did however find her douche bottle and fell in love with it's longer, thicker nozzle. I don't think she ever discovered I used it. I think if she did know she would have thrown it out!

Mom gave me "the talk" about enemas when I was about 11 or 12. She told me that I just needed to ask and she would get everything ready for me to do it myself. At about 13, one day she told me that from then on I could just go ahead and get the bag and give myself an enema.

One day a few months later the enema bag was hanging in the bathroom and it obviously had just been used (Mom took frequent enemas). I was in the middle of a great enema and was masturbating furiously when Mom walked in the bathroom.

We only had one bathroom and she needed to expel the last of her enema. She asked me if I could take the bag and finish in my room. Naturally, I said yes and left. Later she came in while I was finishing my enema and we talked about what she had seen. Surprisingly, she wasn't as upset as I thought she'd be. She just told me to be more careful in the future and lock the door.

My mother didn't approve of enemas and warned me several times I was going to have problems later on if I didn't stop the fillings but I never actually got caught because I wanted privacy. I didn't have a real enema bag until 14. Before that, I had a 4 quart vegetable oil can I had soldered an aluminum tube to, added some hardware store vinyl tubing to and the nozzle was a piece of copper tubing I had rounded the end and drilled holes in the sides.

Not until I was 15 when my Dad walked into the bathroom. There I was lying naked on the floor on my back with one hand on the douche nozzle in my butt and my other hand stroking my dick. I froze in panic while Dad stared, then he said "Clean up when you finish" and closed the door.

I don't think he ever told Mom.

Not until I was 15 when my Dad walked into the bathroom. There I was lying naked on the floor on my back with one hand on douche nozzle in my butt and my other hand stroking my dick. I froze in panic while Dad stared, then he said "Clean up when you finish" and closed the door.

I don't think he ever told Mom.

Your father's response wasn't quite as blase as mine, but he probably had a reasonable amount of kink under his belt at the time not to make a big deal of it. It's great when parents understand that their children have sexual feelings at a young age.

I'm sure you're right Switchable.

Growing up, there's a point when you realize that your parents are sexual creatures too (duh!) My big 'awakening' to that came when I was 10 and the doctor had prescribed an enema for me. Riding home from the doctor's office, Mom was explaining what an enema was while Dad drove. At one point I asked if it would hurt. Dad beat my Mom to the answer by saying "Actually, you might enjoy it" and Mom gave Dad one of those "Quiet DEAR" looks. 😉 The car was pretty quiet the rest of the way home. Anyway, Mom gave me an enema that night.

When I went to the bathroom the next morning I saw the enema bag and hose hanging from the bathroom door. I didn't think too much about it until I realized that the nozzle had been changed, it was bigger than the one Mom had used on me. Then I noticed that Dad's pajama bottoms were waded up on the floor behind the door, the same ones he'd worn last night. That's when I started to put the puzzle pieces together. 😮 😁

Sneaking enemas was the ultimate expression of my happy little anal fetish, a childhood and teenage joy I sought at every opportunity, but those chances came all too few and far between. I was, like I suppose many of us were, totally paranoid about getting caught by my parents, and only "did it" if I was very certain of a few hours of privacy.

As a younger kid those opportunities obviously were really rare. They increased in middle school and increased more across my high school years.

All these years later I am still sure that against all odds I did get away with it! My mom and I are close enough that I'm sure she would have said something about it to me by now. Heck, she would certainly have said something at the time!

Even as a kid I realized that a wet bag would give me away, and I was always careful to drain and wipe down the bag as best I could. We lived in the dry desert climate of Phoenix where a damp rubber bag would be bone dry in hours, so I suspect that helped preserve my little secret.

No, I really don't think Mom and Dad ever knew. I wonder if I ought to tell them now? Naaah.

I started sneaking enemas when I was about 10 or 11. When I had a paper route, I used my first earnings to buy a cheap red 'fountain syringe' so I wouldn't leave signs that I had used the family bag. We had a toilet in the basement that no one like to use, so I hid my new bag down there and could enema to my hearts content. My Dad found the bag when he was cleaning out the basement. He threw it out, but I pulled it out of the trash and that was my only close call. Don't remember what happened to it but it was fun while it lasted.

One time I pushed the enema nozzle and the hose way up into my rectum and the nozzle came off. I really worried for several days as to whether it stayed in me or I discharged it as I emptied out.

Did any of you ever think about using the lock in the bathroom? One trick I used was to turn on the shower so no one could tell I was taking my enema.

When I was in my teens, I would take enemas when my mom and dad went out dancing on Saturday nights at the polka hall. Let the good times flow.

w/m72yrs/Western Ma

My Father raised me as a single parent!

Once I turned 12, he encouraged me to self-administer, but told me to take them only when he was home, and leave both the bedroom and the bathroom door open so that he could hear what was going on, and could come to my aid if I called him, or if there was an obvious problem.

His own Mom was, and still is totally against enemas, at least for boys, and he came from an all-boy family! So he had to take all his enemas behind his mother's back, and sneak Fleet Enemas, Epsom Salt, Magnesium Citrate and eventually a bag into the house without her knowledge, and take enemas when she wasn't going to be home for a while. He had a younger brother, so he pretty much had to hide it from him as well, because he would get ratted out! He was lucky, his Father was something of a bookworm. He would take my Dad to the library, intending to watch him, get engrossed in his reading, and totally ignore him, and he could read anything he wanted!

He told me when I was 10 that as he was leaving court after getting permanent custody, he made a solemn vow to himself that, if I ever decided I liked enemas, or other "Off mainstream" behavior, I was not going to hide it from him, we would be as open with each other as possible!

He took his own enemas only when I was in school until I was 18, but he never lied to me about when he took them. He said the first time the subject of enemas came up, "There are certain things that a kid should learn form parents! I will make sure that I am the parent YOU NEED, rather than the parent I'm ready to be! So no, we were always totally open about them! He even told me once, when I was in High School,

"f two enema lovers hadn't found each other, you wouldn't even exist, so why should either of us deny who you are!"

Of course not, or at least i hope not

I don't believe my mother thought I gave them to myself, she gave them to me until I was bout 14 on a regular basis.

When my parents would go out on Saturday nights my grandfather would baby sit the 3 of us. After my younger brothers were put to bed, he would usually fall asleep by 9, I would go up to the only bathroom, lock the door, and give myself an enema with the natural latex bag that was always handing on the towel rack in the shower.

My parents weren't very modest and you could often see my father give my mother an enema walking by the room. Nothing ever sexual seen. I think my mother used them as a method to get more attention from my dad.

My mother who is the one who gave me my first enema,did ask me once when i was older if i had started to give myself enemas and i told her i was. she then asked if i was using the big nozzle and again i told her yes. she then told me that the big nozzle was used for something else and to use the smaller nozzle. when i asked her what the bigger nozzle was used for she just said nevermind. that was the first and last time we ever talked about taking enemas.

When I was 17 I gave myself my first enema in the shower, but I filled myself up too much and I could barely move. When I tried to raise my leg to get out, I expelled all in the bathtub making a big mess of the situation. To make matters worse, the drain clogged up! :'( . Franticly trying to clean up, my mom starts knocking on the door wondering whats taking me so damn long to take a shower. I got everything cleaned up, and they never found out. But man it felt good! 😳

We always had the equipment around the house. I started sneaking them when I was 10 or 11. I had been sticking things in my ass for a while before that, so I knew the pleasure of anal stimulation.

Eventually, when I discovered the enema bag, I also had my first orgasm. Scared the hell out of me the first time!

Over the years, we had regular bags and someimtes a douche bulb. I always thought the douche nozzle was for enemas and the tiny one for douching! Both my parents worked so I sometimes had the house to myself when I got home from school. I had plenty of time to have fun. Also, we had a bag hanging in the shower and I used to fill it up as I was taking a shower and have a good old time, then empty in the toilet afterwards. At that time, I was only taking half-quart enemas. It wasn't until much later that I realized I could take two quarts or more. That opened up another new world for me to experience!

E.B. Waterman

Yes, my mother and aunt, both of whom had been giving me enemas since childhood, encouraged me to begin giving enemas to myself so that i would know the proper procedure. I was either 12 or 13 at this time.

Azdiane, you seem to one of very few females who secretly took enemas in your youth. Do you have any idea why?

No, I was very carefull to dry and replace my mother's old natural rubber (still remember the sensual smell of that open top bag) equipment back under the hand towels in the bathroom cupboard!

My parents never knew, but my next door neighbor did.

She knew cause I asked her to give me one while I was still living at home. It's been over thirty years and I still remember it as if it had happen yesterday.

No, never did. Always had the bulb type available so it was simple.