I remember getting enemas from a little red bulb with a black nozzle when I was very small. Then for some reason, Mom threw the bulb into the waste basket right in front of me. I asked her why and she told me her new doctor had told her that enemas for me was bad for me. I asked what happened to our old doctor, Dr. Messina, who had told Mom to give me a small bulb enema every day. Mom said he had to give up seeing patients, because, he too, was sick. So we have a new doctor. Well, out went the bulb and in came the Castoria. I hated that stuff. Yuk! Everyday, two teaspoons, and a glass of water. One day, I was in the yard playing with my friend, Dattiee, when Mom called saying it was time for my medicine. I told Dattie not to leave and I'd be right out and I was true to my word. When I returned Dattie asked me what medicine was it that Mom gave me. I told her and she stuck out her tongue saying "YUK!" I, too, told her that I hated that stuff. Dattie said her Mom used to give her that but had switched to enemas. In fact, Dattie said her Mom had given her an "adult" enema that very morning. I listened and told her that my Mom used to give me enemas with a little red bulb, but hadn't in over a year. Dattie said her Mom used to give her enemas, too, with a bulb, but the "adult" enema was better. I asked her about how was it different and she told me. She told me her Mom had used her douche bag and that the "adult" enema did not put very much air into her bottom whereas the bulb enema always did. Dattie said "it felt good!" and that I should get my Mom to give me one. I decided right then and there to get that done. So when Dattie left, I went immediately into the house and into the kitchen where Mom was. I sat down at the table and Mom soon joined me. She reached for her pack of Salem cigarettes, took one out, and then lite it. i sat there making small talk and finally got enough nerve to outright ask Mom if she'd give me an "adult" enema. She at first ignored me, but I pleaded. She asked me where I had heard of such a thing. So I told her. She shook her head and got up from the table not saying a word. She just stood there looking out the kitchen window as if she couldn't believe her son had asked for such a thing. Anyway, I know I asked her every day, sometimes, twice or three times a day for one, but she never never replied to my pleas. The castoria just kept coming along with the water. Finally after a month or so of pleading, I decided I needed to get Grandma's help. So, the next day, I rode my bike over to her house. I knocked on her door and she soon opened it. I don't think she at first recognized me, but when I said "hi, Grand!" she knew it was me and ushered me into her house and into her kitchen where we both sat down at her table, but not before she got each of us a soft drink. We made small talk for a few minutes. Then, I came right out and told her that I needed her help with Mom. She inquired as to what was it that I wanted. I blushed abit, but having already decided to secure her help, I told her. She did not put me down. She listened and when I finished my plea, she got up out of her seat, came over to where I was sitting and hugged me. She leaned over and whispered in my ear "Do you really want me to ask your Mom to give you one?" I turned, kissed her on her cheek, and whispered back in her ear "yes, Grandma, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life." Grandma hugged me again and helped me to my feet. She smiled at me and said "ok, son, I'll do what I can, but I can not promise you anything, understand." I smiled, thanked her, and she walked me to her door. I turned gave Grandma another hug and kiss, told her good-bye and rode back home. Once there I parked my bike and went and sat on our front porch swing. I may have been there swinging, maybe an hour, when Grandma drove into our driveway. She got out of her car, came onto the porch and sat on the swing with me. We swang for I know ten minutes just making small talk. Finally, Grandma said, "ok, son, I'm going to ask you one more time, Do you want me to talk with your Mother about giving you an "adult" enema?" I leaned over, kissed her cheek, and then whispered in her ear "yes. I love you so, Grandma.." Grandma swallowed and said "ok, son, but, Mike, you had better be careful for what you ask, for you just might get it, and believe me, it may not be what you think!" Well, anyway, after saying that , Grandma got off the swing, leaned over kissed the top of my head, and went into the house. She was in there maybe 10 minutes total. She came out the door, winked at me, held her left thumb up and got into her car and left. About 15 minutes later she drove back into the driveway. This time when she got out of her car, she got out carrying a brown sack with a black and orange box sticking out. She came onto the porch again, gave me a high five and entered the house. I stayed on the porch. A minute or so later she returned to the porch. This time empty handed. She sat on the swing with me and said "ok, son, I've done all I can. I hope I've done enough." I thanked her and she got up, went to her car and left. A minute or so later Mom called me into the house for supper. I went in. Mom and I both ate. Mom got up and I washed the dishes, but joined Mom in the living room and watched tv for about 2 hours. Nothing was said about an enema. Finally, I got up, went over to Mom, kissed her, and went to bed. The next morning, I got up and went into the kitchen where Mom had prepared breakfeast. I ate, again washed the dishes, and went and brushed my teeth. Mom came in and asked if I wanted to go into town with her. I told her "not really, but I would go if she wanted me too." She said "that's ok, I won't be long." Well, out she went. I waited about 2 minutes and began searching for that red and orange box. I soon found it in Mom's linen closet beside the bathroom. I opened the box and in it was an orange hot water bottle, some tubing, three nozzles, two plugs,and a silver thing. I touched each part and shivers went all over me. I closed the box, shut the linen closet door, and went outside and began to shoot basketballs. Mom came home shortly thereafter. Nothing was said that day, or that week about enemas. I was wondering if she was ever going to do it. Soon another week went by...and I decided I must again ask her for one. I did, but nothing was offered. The next day, I did the same. Still Mom ignored my pleas and kept giving me that awful tasting castoria. Well, I decided that Mom was not going to do it. The day was a Friday. Mom had a date that night and I was going to be home alone. As soon as Mom left, I again went to the linen closet, took the box with me into the living room. Opened it, felt all of the parts numerous times. Butterflies were flying all over my body including in my stomach. Finally, I put the box back into the linen closet, took a bath, and went to bed. The next morning, out of the blue, Mom surprised me. I was awoken by Mom earlier than normal. I can say for certain that I did not want to get up, but Mom was insistent and pulled me out of bed with her hand on my hand. Then, still holding my hand in hers, she lead me into her bathroom. I knew she wanted me for something, but what? I soon found out. Upon entering, I immediately saw the orange and black box that Grandma had brought open on the bathroom table. I could see that it was empty. I knot quickly developed in my throat. I then looked up and there it was hanging above the toilet. It was filled and ready for me. Mom was watching for my reaction and once she saw it she leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. Then she said "Son, I hope this is enema is what you have expected these past few months!" I hugged her and said "Mom, I love you so!' Mom told me to get undressed and I did. Next, she instructed me to lie across the toilet, which is what I did. Iooked up and saw her as she opened a jar of vasaline. Watching closely, I saw her dip a finger into it, and then put the jar down. She walked over to where I lay, pointed the finger with the blob of vaseline on it right in my face. I looked up and grinned. Next, I felt her pull on my left buttucks which exposed my bootie hole to her. Then I felt her as she quickly greased my hole. This was followed closely by her slipping the black nozzle into my rectum. When she had it secured she leaned into my face and asked if I was ready for my "adult" enema. I smiled up at her and told her "Mom, I love you so!" With that said, Mom began to administer to me my first and definitely not my last "adult" enema. It was better than I ever would have expected. Because of that, I thank You Mom for introducing me to such a wonderful experience.