Enemas growing up from Mothers and Aunts

My aunt often helps my mom to give me enemas.

While my mom puts me in her lap, my aunt holds the enema can.

Our entire family got enemas regularly. I have had my aunt, my sister, and cousins, walk into my room while I was being filled, and walked into their rooms while they were taking an enema. It was no big deal for us, as we knew that we all got them. I have had my aunt give me enemas, my sister gave me enemas, and I was taught how to give them to myself (and others).

Being a child in the 1950's, I was introduced to enemas by both my mother and her sister in law, After learning not to resist and just relax I found the experience very pleasurable, but I didn't know why. When I was around 10, I found that if I faked a tummy ache and convinced mom I couldn't go to school, it would only be a matter of time before she'd invite me into her bedroom where a large red bag full of hot soapy water would be waiting for me. Although I never admitted it to her, she knew I really liked it when she gave me an enema!

I was given enemas before I can remember until about 10 or so when I started doing it myself. I think mom knew I was doing myself so she didn't bother. She also knew I was fingering my younger brother and said that maybe i shouldn't do so. She was just nice about it and seemed to know those things happen. My aunt knew all about my enemas so at some time she must have watched. I had three sons with my first marriage and after seperated my youngest asked me for an enema during a visit. I did so with no extra activity but did love to see that lovely 8yr. old bottom. Soooo nice

Enemas were defiantly my Mom’s thing. My Father would have nothing to with them and was NEVER home when I got them, Tuesday or Thursday on bowling night and I assume not working she took care of her needs during the day. Her bag was always on ready on the bathroom door. I would get whiffs on occasions of the unknown purpose of mysterious yellow powder, Massengill, would drift across the hall to my room, on the other hand the strong stench of Ivory I had no question the intent. I can remember times when Mom packing up her enema bag and meeting my Aunt at my Grandmothers to give her an enema. I honestly went to the basement and entertained myself there; I wanted nothing to do with it. The Boomer Era HaHaHa

My mother was the enema giver, she took them herself, my aunt also gave me enemas every time I went to stay at her house, she too took them after giving me one, those were the good ol days, 2 days no go and you were on the end of the hose, how sweet it was

My mother was the enema giver in our house. I know she also used them as well but not very often.

Mom gave me enemas with frequent watchers, didnt like it then sure wish there was sites more role play mom to sons there is tons of mom to daughters man to woman not very many woman to man enemas and where there is they go far out

Got a enema from my mother and our neighbor when I was about 5 for constipation. All I know is that

I liked having something up my rectum. I would put the enema nozzle of my mothers enema equipment up my butt every chance I got, it felt really nice. I did this until I was 13. I found my moms blue pumpkin enema bag and hose and tried it out. Filled up the bag and then myself felt oh so good. It was not long after that I discovered what a orgasm was and discover that I really shot a load when enema was going in me. Yum.

I have been hooked on them ever since.

Does any one know where I can find good pumpkin enema bags?

I had a lot of enemas from my mother, mostly from the bag but plenty of fleets. I never had enemas from my aunt or grandmother, but many many suppositories were forced into me if I was 'constipated'. I always found them worse than an enema because of the crampy feeling and no release, having to hold it and then nothing coming our but glycerine

I'm the second generation that did not experience enemas from a mother, grandmother or aunt, at least on my father's side. On my mother's side, she got enemas from all of the above.

Received them from about the age of 3 to 6 from my mother only, and they were always given when I had been ill for more than a couple days. Enemas back then (late 40's for me), were the cure-all for whatever ailed us. They were never negative, and generally pleasurable as I remembered them, which is why I decided to try solo when I reached my early teen years. Been enjoying them ever since.

My Mother, rest her soul, knew I loved taking enemas. She would not let me down as she gave me at least one every Saturday morning with her Red Victoria Combination syringe. On the few occasions where Mom did not do it on schedule, I could be found pouting in my room. Needless to say, when Mom saw my demeanor it would always bring her back to reality and out would come the syringe. I can remember one of those times as if it were yesterday. I was really pouting when Mom came in to tell me that she was going to town later and that she wanted me to go with her. I wouldn't even look at her and I think I even had tears in my eyes. Mom sensed something was wrong with me and sat down on my bed where I was laying. She started to rub my back with her gentle fingers and then she asked me what was wrong? I think I turned towards her and said Mom have you forgot something today? Mom jumped up saying "oh! I have." and she left the room only to return a few minutes later with her filled Rexall Victoria syringe in her hand. I jumped up and gave her a quick kiss and together we went to the bathroom where Mom gave me my Saturday special.

I think that I had all of the "childhood" illnesses and what I remember was when sick I got eggs all chopped up (Later learned that they were soft boiled) Welche's Grape Juice and an enema. That was the way it was.

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I got enemas from my uncle when i was 16

My wife got enemas from her mom as a child. To her it was just care and relief - you are constipated, you feel uncomfortable, mom takes care of it, instant relief. She then occasionally gave herself enemas in teenage years and in adulthood.

Only in late teenage years she began to develop fantasies about a governess spanking her and taking care of her (including her bowels).

I only remember one enema as a kid. That one was an attempt to lower fever, not for constipation. Turned out that was day one of the measles, back in 1962. Oh Wow, it was 2/20, so today is the anniversary.

@ rainyjane, Did you consider that to be abusive or sexual?

Moms enemas, as she said to a lady friend. When giving an enema you have make it a big one and get in much as possible. That what I got. I hated then now I take large enemas and remember Momma and try to be a good boy.

Given what I have learned about my Mom, Grandma and aunts on my Mom's side, I'm not sure it could have been an enjoyable experience. It may or may not have risen to the level of child abuse.

At age 10, I did a lot of bike riding, which made my little butt firm and tight. When I got enemas from my aunt, she used to pat my bare backside and tell me what a cute little fanny I had, and that she really liked giving me enemas - and by then, she kinda knew I liked having her give me enemas, even though I would never admit it.

My mother actually was a real RN surgical nurse and had an old (new then) rubber douche/enema bag hanging in my parents' bathroom as long as I can remember. However, I have only the vaguest recollection of ever receiving an enema from her. Nor do I think she did it to my brothers. She was very smart and may have just known better than to believe the "prevailing wisdom" (read: old wives tales) that kids needed regular enemas for almost anything. However, I do remember later in my teen years her asking occasionally if I wanted an enema for constipation or a stomachache, which at the time I declined. However, I can't discount the possibility that seeing her enema bag all the time in her bathroom and possibly a couple of very early mom enemas (which would have been very competent, therapeutic and loving) may have cemented my lifelong enjoyment of them.

I received many enemas from my Aunt growing up. Initially it was for catching me masturbating with her dirty panties and this was the "deal" to not tell my parents. I would stop at least twice a week on my way home from school, and she told my mom that I was helping her with things she couldn't do by herself. After a few weeks, it was no longer a punishment and we both understood that. I have been milked over her lap, on my back and many other positions, and the enemas continued until I was 28 and she passed away. She was actually a real nurse, and I miss her so much.

I do remember getting two enemas from my Aunt, she was an RN and I guess she showed mom how to give them. She used a squeeze bulb and a bowl of soapy water. That was how I was given enemas until around age eight when one day the red bag came out and I was over the edge of the tub.

Many enemas from my aunt when growing up while staying at their farm.

I never received enemas from my mom. I know she read Dr Benjamin Spock. He felt that enemas could terrify a child. The distention could make the child feel as if he were exploding.

When I was eight and started sneaking my own enemas, I loved the feeling of pressure and distention!

I still do.

I never received a medically necessary enema.

I never received enemas from my mother or my aunt. Kind of wish I had. My discovery was on my own.

Corbomite6, you said

I received many enemas from my Aunt growing up. Initially it was for catching me masturbating with her dirty panties and this was the "deal" to not tell my parents. I would stop at least twice a week on my way home from school, and she told my mom that I was helping her with things she couldn't do by herself. After a few weeks, it was no longer a punishment and we both understood that. I have been milked over her lap, on my back and many other positions, and the enemas continued until I was 28 and she passed away. She was actually a real nurse, and I miss her so much.

Just clarifying your interesting post. You mean that after a few weeks, you and she knew you were getting them for pleasure? And I'm assuming milking meant orgasms, not just clean outs? So you kept getting enemas and milkings from her for a long time? Or am I just reading this wrong?

Susie, from you:

When I was eight and started sneaking my own enemas, I loved the feeling of pressure and distention!

I still do.

Mine started about age 14-15, but otherwise me too, on all counts. For whatever reason, those pressure distention feelings, among others, can't be duplicated any other way I know, and are just intensely delightful.