@Public_Enema said,
My mom knew I got erections o f varying hardness. I don't remembering anything she did to cause them.
Mom saw my brother and I get a hard-on whenever she gave us enemas together and so did our sister. Her normal routine was to lubricate us with her index finger buried deep in our rectum for fifteen or twenty seconds before replacing it with the enema nozzle. We both started getting a hard-on anticipating her finger sliding into us around age seven. Something that wasn’t missing by our sister laying next to us. When she questioned mom about it, all she said was, “That’s normal for little boys, they can’t control it.” And that was the end of it.
However, mom’s younger sisters were different. After grandma taught them how to take care of us as preteens, she gave them the responsibility of doing our evening bath included enemas and the occasional spanking. Our evening bath at grandmas was done in her big downstairs bathroom with a large dual head walk-in shower, making it convenient for the girls to give us the occasional spanking, enemas, and shower together. First, they got totally undressed, like we did because they got in the large shower to bathe us and keep order. So, on evenings they gave us enemas, they put us across their lap naked and they were naked as well. It really felt different getting an enema laying naked across their lap when they were naked. Second, like mom or grandma, they lubricated us with their index finger but kept their finger buried inside us twice as long. Making us, not only get a hard-on, but wiggle around and giggle. Something that wasn’t missed by either of the girls or our sister. And like my brother and I, when the girls lubricated our sister, she wiggled around and giggled like we did. Then once the enema started, unlike mom or grandma, they kept the nozzle moving around as the warm water was filling us. It helped take our minds off the occasional cramps we got, plus it really felt good.
In a lot of respects, both girls were just as innocent and curious as we were. It didn’t take too long before the girls had our number, but the reverse was also true, we had their number as well. Meaning the girls knew we liked and enjoyed enemas as much as they did. We got their number because of a few different things. For example, how they played around during enemas or while they were in the shower with us. Once we were out of the shower, one girl took care of us as the other girl fixed another enema. After they had put us to bed, we could over hear them giving each other enemas. Then one evening, after getting a couple of enemas and put to bed, I got up because I needed to use the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom door, I walked in without think. The younger girl was in the knee chest position with a douche nozzle buried deep in her behind, as her older sister controlled the flow. Needless to say, I got a spanking and another enema for making that mistake.
At the time if you had asked me, if mom or grandma knew we liked enemas, I would have said, “No way.” But looking back with twenty-twenty hindsight, they knew exactly what was going on. It was the nineteen fifties; enemas were a common remedy for what ailed you, and sex was a taboo subject. The two girls could do and say things in innocence, that the adults couldn’t.