Enemas were a frequent topic on my mom's side of the family, and I only ever remember one discussion on my dad's and that was about giving a horse an enema for colic.
I expect my mom was given frequent enemas, and came to love them, and as a consequence I was often on the receiving end. Any childhood illness, bump or scrape and grandma was right there to suggest an enema... That would seem to embarrass my mom, but never stopped her from complying...
When I married my first wife, grandma took her aside to discuss the value of enemas, she asked her mom about it, and her mom told her that she had been given frequent enemas when she was young and how she would go right away and get good results. Oddly she didn't remember being given enemas, but had vivid memories of her cousin Raylene getting enemas with her and her mother watching
The biggest, most frequent discussions were with my neighbor Janet's mother. Whenever either of us was to be given an enema they would phone each other, and needed or not, both of us would be on the receiving end. It was great hearing those conversations, because we both knew what was coming and would be waiting with anticipation.... I don't think Janet or I ever said no to an enema.
The most exciting times was when Janet's mom would suggest she bring me over, they had a much bigger bathroom, and Janet and I would get our enemas together. Protocol was usually to fill Janet first, and fill me while Janet expelled. It was always great, because while I would be holding all four of us would be checking out what Janet had expelled, and the I'd be on the toilet while Janet was being filled. With 3 enemas being the norm, usually the last one was pretty clear, but we also knew if it wasn't their might be enema 4 or 5.
On occasion a potty chair was brought into the room, we would be filled together, and the expell together, almost like a race.... Whoever could take it the fastest and who could expell it the fastest....
One thing we tried, with limited success,,was to hold back some water so we could get extra enemas, but it wasn't easy, and it seemed like our moms could always tell we were holding back,,and if we held back too much then it was hard to take the next enema, although by the time we moved away, Janet, who was probably 8, often got a 4th, her holding back skills were better than mine.
Now we had found a way to give each other enemas using a toy fire hydrant and hose we had "acquired" from Janet's little brother Gary. And sometimes we would get called in for enemas on a day when we had already cleaned ourselves out... That was interesting because our moms couldn't understand just clear water coming out, and that might result in extra enemas trying to break up the blockage...
By the way, Gary hated enemas and put up such a fuss he rarely got them, Janet and I were always willing victims... So by logic we have concluded our moms were getting enjoyment out of giving enemas to two kids that really enjoyed them, and while the enemas continued until I was about 11, never with the frequency as before when we moved to another town.
Once every few months, until I was about 11, mom would pick me up at school and we would go visit Janet and her mom, I was never told in advance, but when I was told my mother had come for me I knew what was coming... And had I been old enough to would have cum in my pants.
The question I have asked myself a thousand times, when I was older, had a car, and started dating, why I never called Janet and asked her out. In fact the first contact I have had with her since childhood has been in the last 5 years...