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

I've written my experience in the past but I'll happily add it here for you.

when I was 3-4 yr.'s old I was taken to the hospital for tests. I believe that was when I received my first enema (which were more then 1 over a couple of days before the tests. then I received Barium enemas and they took x-ray's of my whole bowel system. when my mom came to get me I can still remember seeing her talking to a nurse and looking at a red enema bag. I didn't know it at the time but she brought that bag home with us and for quite some time after that she would give me enemas just about every day or two. I really missed them after she stopped but I never asked for one and she never offered me one. I didn't realize it then ,but I was hooked for life I think because when I got older I always enjoyed giving myself enemas and/or putting things in my ass.

Yes I wish I had asked her for more ,but I also wish I had asked her why she had to give them to me.

Yes I do. I so much miss my Mothers and my Aunt Cathy's TLC enema giving.

I'd undress as Mom prepared a soapy enema in a 2-quart bag with a douche nozzle. My aunt would hold the bag while Mom gave it and we'd chat about various things.

Eventually, usually when the bag was about 1/2 empty the enema would begin providing the "additional benefits" we all know happens, but the conversation would go on between them as though nothing was happening. I in turn would be lying there emitting soft throaty sounds and sighs as the crescendo of tingles built up within me, masturbation would com later

After breakfast we'd always return to the bathroom. My aunt would be in charge of giving me a saline rinse using a 2-quart can, which Mom held, my aunt would fully insert an 18-inch rectal tube, that I really enjoyed the feel of going in and coming out.

Marlene

WOW What a great description. Makes me wish I had experienced enemas or rather a pleasant enema. I don't know how old I was, under 10 I'm sure but my mother did give me one once because I was constipated. I did NOT like it and never told her when I was constipated ever again. Your story sounds like it was quite a pleasant adventure and I'm jealous. Maybe my mother was too medical like in her application. It was a very unpleasant experience and I did not want to have it repeated. I don't remember a rinse after the enema did it's work either. Thank you Marlene now I know what missed.

Thinking back I should have appreciated them more.

Looking back, I’m fairly sure my grandmother knew I liked enemas ever since I asked her. When I found bag, I would spend long periods of time in her bathroom sneaking them. Once or twice she would come knock on th door and say, “you’re not meddling in there are you?” One time a few years later, I tried my best to say I was constipated..I hadn’t gone in so...to try to sue if she would give me one, just didn’t haoo n

In regards to an enema from Mom,,,,,,,when Mom decided that I needed an enema which was about once a month, that time was purely an "Only US Time!" Mom was very meticulous about this procedure and would carefully mix a mild saline-soapy solution which she would then fill up the bag with & then she would also fill up a large plastic container for additional use. After I had bathed and or showered she would set down in an arm less chair and ever so gently have me lay across her lap. She would also have a chair with a pillow on it for my upper body & head to assure my comfort. Then she would carefully lubricate me and then after inserting the nozzle slowly fill me with the solution. She would discuss my school work, behavior, et cetera and always assure me of the good things that were yet to come in my life. After I had been filled she ask me to hold it for a few minutes & let the water do it's work. This would sometimes be a little discomforting but she would rub my low back and bared buttocks and say "just a few more minutes Sweety." Once that time was over she would assist me to my feet and then exit the bathroom while I sat on the potty. This was a very close ,caring and nurturing time but I did not realize this nor truly appreciate it until I was a mature adult. That time and those moments are now sincerely missed and stated directly, I now truly believe that the intimate sharing of either giving or receiving an enema with special person is conducive to a better relationship at any level.

After reading about the many memorable encounters between moms and children I am wishing I could have had these pleasant experiences too. I hated enemas when little and were not pleasant at all. enemas did turn me on when very young but not with me as the recipient. I fantasized about giving enemas to women and girls while masturbating at a VERY young age. the fact that my parents might be involved in giving to me or even knowing about it turned be off completely.

lots of pleasant memories from people here...…...

I hated enemas when little and were not pleasant at all. enemas did turn me on when very young but not with me as the recipient. I fantasized about giving enemas to women and girls while masturbating at a VERY young age. the fact that my parents might be involved in giving to me or even knowing about it turned be off completely.

You might be my brother from another mother since this description fits me to a T. I hated them always but every sexual thought from then until now usually includes a nozzle at some point. I remember once I was talking to one of the medical intelligentsia here a long time ago and I was told I was not a real Klismo because I didn't receive and only gave. I beg to differ.

It didn't take my Mom very long to figure out that I liked taking enemas. I must have had a smile on my face or something even when she administered bulb enemas to me. However, when Mom switched to using her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe on me, I know she knew.

I had been bugging her for months to get her to give me an adult enema. I had even enlisted her Mother for help. And boy was that first enema with the bag an experience, it was an event that was burned into my brain for ever. I absolutely loved it and Mom knew it too! I told her so!

After that enema, I'd often go up to her and literally ask her to give me one. At first she sort of hem hawed around a bit, but when I started doing extra chores, Mom relented and I got my enemas.

In fact, I don't ever recall her saying no! I was a very lucky boy!

I dont think i would ask for one as I never did growing up, it was always her decision when i was going to get one. But would I like to go back, yes I would

My mom never gave me enemas growing up. Dosnt mean I have never asked for them from her. She always gave suppositories. She would not give them to me now but if I ask her and she’s at the store she will pick me up suppositories or enemas if I ask her to. So that half the battle there I guess

Yes always loved the enemas from mom .she gave till I left home at 21. She always gave them slowly and very warm . 2 qts until I was 12 then she had work. At 10 she started giving with douche tip. I love how it felt .Sure miss them

I would rather die than ask my mom to give me an enema again. In fact, I hope that the subject never comes up with her.

As others have posted, I never asked for one, but it was known that Sundays held a cleansing in store. This was a tradition or ritual I suppose during my upbringing.

I would rather die than ask my mom to give me an enema again. In fact, I hope that the subject never comes up with her.

I never broached that subject with my mom either and after I escaped her clutches I never wanted to see a nozzle again unless it was in a girls bottom.

It is apparent you have some fear of it happening, better hope you don't jinx yourself. LOL

Oh! @Allie80, maybe it's because I'm a male, but if my Mom were still alive I would be so tempted--NO!--I definitely would approach her for an enema. Because of teenage shyness I turned her down once when I had the flu & she offered. How I envy you having experienced an enema from your Mother.

I do remember when I was a lot younger, after my mom had stopped giving me enemas, that I felt conflicted between not wanting them and wondering if I would have wanted just one more. I never knew that the last one I got from her was going to be the last one.

Yes of course I remember, all wonderful experiences, I didn't have to ask it was always her decision when I was going to get my enemas

Yes, I wish I could ask mom for an enema again. They were so erotic for me.

I don't know about absolutely wanting another from her, but it would be interesting to know if one of her enemas would still be as unpleasant as I remember it. Though I think a lot of that was waiting until I really needed one, enemas always feel worse the more backed up you are (for me anyway).

Me too @wh00. Had a similar refusal experience because of shyness & regretted not accepting the kind offer from someone I am now convinced liking to give enemas.

Oh yes, mom gave them to me from 5-17 . Im 53 now shes still alive , and I plan to visit her soon. I have been thinking about asking for a enema, but not sure how to go about it. I have many fond memories of our enemas together. It was truly a bonding time for us. She was always kind and gentle. Us both being nude somehow brought us together. I think she would be cool with it, even though she in her 70s. When I was 12 or so, I started getting a erection during a enema. She noticed this, and told me most men and boys get a erection during a enema, its natural, and not to worry about it. I was very lucky .. She is a kind and understanding Mom!

My mom and also nurses in hospital gave me enemas when I was maybe 2 until I was 8. Unfortunately it stopped after I began to enjoy it, but I was too embarrassed to asked her for !

Yes I do she loved to give enemas and I will usually fantasize about her giving me an enema It would be done over her lap with the red syringe. With black nozzle. Staying home from school, sick, temperature, and sometimes punishment would constitute and enema!!!

As far as I can remember, the first epoch of my enema period took place between the age of five and around the age of twelve or thirteen. There were certainly some before 5, but they are beyond my memory.

My mother was a very caring and loving person. But as far as enemas were concerned, she ruled with an iron fist, mercilessly. If she decided an enema was needed, I was given one no matter what my opinion on the matter. The wrong end of the nozzles was my destiny. I hated every damn drop of soapy water my colon got to taste… with two exceptions. Enemas from a friend's mom when I was about eight and experienced my first erection…😳

I don't know why the enema era ended at about 12 or 13. I didn't ask either. It is well known that sleeping dogs should not be awakened.

Many years later, I asked Mom why I had to endure so many enemas. She only replied: "They were necessary." With that the topic was closed.

During this time I had already discovered my klysophile passion. But I didn't dare to ask her for an enema. Everything has its time, although I would like to relive some of the enemas from that time, especially the punishment enemas... that will be administered to me today by my red-haired witch…🤗😛😎

ALL THE TIME!!!

YES! I wish Mom would give me her standard enema. With a thick soapy solution- while raising the bag up and down. She made my stomach hurt and my clitoris swell, twisting that black douche nozzle and making me take it ALL.

Moms E-Girl… Your mother sounded like my Mom. Such good memories

Indeed I have those ‘ wonderful memories ’ of ‘ enema time with mom ’ . It was my mother's ‘ TLC ’ , intuitiveness , technique , encouragement , conversation and above all else her love for me tangibly demonstrated by virtue of her ‘ giving me an enema ’ . As I matured , I was an only child , mom sensed that our ‘ enema time ’ was becoming more than just a ‘ cure for constipation ‘ which I had to deal with often . We had more than a few ’ enema topic related conversations ‘ over my years growing up in our home to the extent that we both evidenced a shared affinity for our respective roles and the frequency of enemas . My mother ’ gave ‘ me enemas from childhood through my young adult days in our university graduate school when I returned home on semester / summer breaks . From my adolescent years we agreed that if ’ mom wanted to ‘ give ’ ' or I wanted to ‘ receive ’ all we had to do was ‘ ask ’ and it was so . The above background scenario is to say that yes indeed ……….. I do ‘ wish I could ask her for one again ‘ . My dear mom passed away many years ago and I so miss her ’ TLC ‘ enemas which over time became an ’ erotic activity ‘ for both of us . As to the opening of the thread statement , yes I do ’ remember ‘ and it is the positive ‘ enema memories ‘ which survive and thrive as to my present ’ klismo ' persona . Thanks mom !!

My fascination and desire for enemas started when I was about six. However, I do remember my mom and grandmother giving me one when I was probably around 4 or 5. It took the entire family to hold me down! But shortly after I started playing with the enema nozzle and I’ve been hooked ever since.

I fussed so much when I got at enema at age six, that my mom assumed I didn't like getting them--something that seemed the case for me at the time, but which quickly changed. So, she never gave me another. I asked her to when I was perhaps 12. She started to comply but then decided I could do it on my own. Alas. What I would give for one of her gentle, nurturing enemas. I've been fantasizing about that for 50 years.