Remember Mom Giving ... Ever Wish You Could Ask Her For One Again ?

The only enema I ever received from my mom was when I was 9 years old. A couple years before I had walked in on my younger cousin getting an enema. She was laying on the couch and protesting to her mom that she did not want an enema. Her mom had an enema bulb in her hand and was holding my cousins legs up against her chest. Trying to insert the nozzle. When she saw me she told me the doctor had ordered and enema for my cousin and to go out and play. After that I had lots of thoughts about getting an enema. Finally one evening I just blurted out to my mom that I wanted an enema. I remember we drove up to the corner drug store where she bought a 4oz enema bulb. I remember the embarrassment and anticipation as we stood in line to purchase the enema bulb. After returning home she had me lay on my back on the floor and gave me my first enema. I never got up the nerve to ask for another one although I regret it greatly to this day. I still fantasize about asking and receiving an enema from her.

My mom gave perfectly good enemas, but that does not mean that I liked the idea of getting one because I did not. Looking back I cannot say how many I was given but suspect there were a few up to about age 12 or so. At that point I think I might have gotten 2-3 during my high school years with a memorable one sometime around sophomore or junior year. At a younger age I got a bulb or two of soapy warm water, but later on mom switched to the bag, but I don't think I ever got a full bag enema. Still they all never failed to work. It wasn't until years later than appreciated getting one and that led to decades of 1-2 every month.

I enjoy taking a series every two to three weeks because they make me feel so good and I enjoy a sense of euphoria for a couple of hours and feel much lighter on my feet.

A couple or three years ago a lady friend quizzed me about enemas. She asked if I took them and I enthusiastically told her I did because they made me feel so good with all the benefits mentioned above.

Next out of her mouth she said she would take one if I’d show her how.

I thought I’d die right there and go to heaven!

Next I asked if she had any equipment. She didn’t so I went to a big box store and purchased the necessary equipment.

When I got back to her place, she watched with big eyes as I put it together and told her that the next morning I would give her a series of soapy enemas in different positions and rinse her out with a bag full of warm water in yet a third position.

Needless to say, it was difficult to sleep that night thinking about all the fun I’d have the next morning!

Luckily Everything went off without a hitch the next morning. She told me how good her stomach felt, how good her skin felt and she wanted me to promise to give her a series of enemas every time I came to visit.

So far I have, she’s always grateful, talks a blue streak while we are in the process, stays naked the whole time, tells me to take my time and lets me make photographs along the way.

She even quit shutting the bathroom door during her releases. The best thing that’s happened is she asked if I would like her to give me a series of soapy enemas.

I think we all know the answer. I leave to visit for a long weekend tomorrow. She already told me she wants a series and she would return the favor.

Lucky you! I hope you’re having a great time. Wish I could see pictures of your long weekend. Enjoy each other.

@Real_Screamer Sounds like everything is “moving” in the right direction. Any time I ever had a new partner let me give her an enema, it took some time before she allowed me to be anywhere near her expulsions. I was always OK with her wanting privacy. When the bathroom door begins to be cracked, then the door is left open, the relationship has moved up a notch. Have fun! Looking forward to an update.

My mother had nurses training was always talking to other mothers and helping them give enemas . Often just prior to puberty she would make sure I was not constipated . this set my imagination started when i would see her rear end . One day age 11 she announced that I was going to get an enema for health reasons. She was very professional and pleasant and it felt good, although I never admitted it. It was sensuous when she told she had to have enemas from time to time. Even told me that a neighbor girl was sick so she helped her mother give her an enema. Once age 15 I had a bowel problem and I overheard her tell her friend that she had given me an enema and that I felt better.

That was years ago but it still presents fond memories

I began to enjoy the pleasures of getting enemas at about the same time I started to masturbate. Mom stopped giving me enemas, but I was already taking them myself. I do miss her gentle but firm touch when she put me on my hands and knees, leaning over the edge of the tub.

I learned that enemas could be erotic from mom but that was not her intent and I doubt she realized what she started for me. So now an enema from a coy but knowing woman would be wonderful tho not from my actual mom at all.

Well, the one I got I hated.

I asked my sister the other night when I saw this question. She got them often. But her answer was not unless me and her girlfriend were dead. I was like wow! Why? She said because when she would get them from mom she had to wait to get back in the bedroom to masturbate and she is used to getting off during enemas now.

Very interesting topic.

Just wondering, did your mothers also sit in on your physical exams ?

If you could, would you like her to do that again ?

I received enemas from my mom regularly growing up. The last one was when I was 30 and living on my own. She was down for a visit and I told her I was constipated and she asked if I wanted an enema. I told her I didn't have then equipment so we went to the drug store and bought a combo bag and syringe. She gave me a soapy enema and rinse. I hadn't had one in a long while and really enjoyed this one. She was always gentle and it brought back good memories to have her care for me. She is long since passed and I really wish she was still around to give me an enema.

Yes I do I faked constipation to get moms enemas about once a week ages 14 to 22

This would be a different perspective on this subject, but I've imagined various scenarios where I am there to witness an adult son being given an enema by his mother. I love the thought of this, because I see it as a deeply emotional and psychological bond between mother and son. I think about how supportive his mother would have to be, knowing that her son had been imagining and yearning for this moment, to experience the nurturing hand of his mother inserting the nozzle into his rectum and administering his enema exactly as she did when he was a little boy. I picture the expression he might have on his face as he looks up at his mom, his penis erect and most likely oozing seminal fluid as he was experiencing such an emotionally charged moment with his mother, after all these years. The myriad of emotions like love, fear, nervousness, embarrassment, comfort etc all electrifying him at once, as his mother was working on him. The expulsion of his enema into the bag might also include an eruption of semen from his penis as he lovingly and apologetically thanks his mother for doing this. As he was ejaculating, his mother would see how intensely this process had affected him and she would know that this is something he has yearned for. With his knees still wide apart, the nozzle still deep in his rectum and semen all over his private area, this mother and her emotional adult son would talk for a little while.

I can't imagine a more meaningful and memorable way for a son to reconnect with his childhood memories and to deepen the bond with his mother. If this resonates with anyone I have a lot of ideas for how this could play out, things that could be shared, and other factors which would lead to this happening.

No, I would rather drop dead than get another enema from my mom ever again.

NO WAY!!! I hated her giving me enemas until I was about 10, fighting and struggling as she ran hot soapy water up my bum, crying and complaining that it hurt and I couldn't take any more but it didn't make any difference. After that I started accepting them, realizing that I was going to get the enema anyway and no amount of struggling and fighting would stop it and would just prolong the agony. When I finally left home after completing University and started my first job I thought the enemas were over with but I soon found myself getting constipated a lot. I tried various laxatives but they often gave me diarrhea while I was at work and suppositories rarely did much, so I finally had to start giving myself enemas to deal with the problem but at least I was in control of the amount and speed of injection and how much soap was in them instead of being at the mercy of my Mom.

No, I would rather drop dead than get another enema from my mom ever again.

@Allie80 But I'm sure your Mom would enjoy giving you a couple enemas! LMAO 😆

The thought of another enema from my mother never crossed my mind til I saw this thread. The few I got from her as a kid were cold ( not the water), matter of fact and not the least bit nurturing or bonding. Enemas to me are sexual, and never had an interest in that with my mother.

Not for me. Enemas from Mom were business and annoying until, well,, Bingo. Loved them ever since. But would not want mom involved. Ladies, yes, but mom no.

The thought of another enema from my mother never crossed my mind til I saw this thread. The few I got from her as a kid were cold ( not the water), matter of fact and not the least bit nurturing or bonding. Enemas to me are sexual, and never had an interest in that with my mother.

Never in my live i was given an enema by my mother, so i can not imagine anything the feelings !!

Nowadays enemas are seeing in a sexual context for me, and so it is not in my mind, to change such things with my mother in the past !!

@Allie80 But I'm sure your Mom would enjoy giving you a couple enemas! LMAO 😆

@mike45 Haha! No 😖