Do you think you gave away your secret liking of enemas to mom?

As a boy, my penis gave me away right off once puberty arrived. Once when giving me an enema with my aunt, my mom asked her about my “problem”. My aunt chuckled and said her boys got erections all the time. She told my mom to give me a towel so I could relieve myself.

Well, what gave me away as to whether I liked taking enemas, was probably (1) that I never complained when Mom gave me one.

But, that was probably not the only factor.

Number (2) was probably this … after our family doctor got ill and had to give up his practice and our new doctor told Mother to stop giving me enemas. (In fact, he insisted that Mom was to give me oral laxatives instead ). Well, I absolutely hated the taste of the oral laxatives and if they worked at all, they worked at the most inopportune times. Therefore, I kept asking Mom (no I kept begging Mom) for them instead of the laxatives.

Then, (3) around the age of 12, when I got a paper route, I bought myself a Tyson open top syringe. Why? My Mother in an attempt to stop me from taking enemas cut up her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe. Well, anyway, Mom found it and hid it from me. I searched but could not find it. Then, After a few days of not having an enema and feeling miserable, I decided I needed help.

So, what did I do? I finally went to my mother and asked her if she had seen it?

While I was asking, I, also, told her that my Father was planning on taking me fishing with him and another man the next morning. Mom him-hawed around a bit… but, then she said “yes, I found it! And you know, Mike, what our doctor says about those things! So I put it up!”

I said “I know, Mom, but”

Mom quickly replied “But, what!”

She sounded angry!

I told her, again, that I really did not taking Laxatives.

Mom said “I know Mike, but”

Then, I reminded her that Dad was planning on taking me fishing with him and another man the next morning and that they’d probably be here before 6 A.M.

She, then, offered to give me a give me a dose of Castoria to help me go.

I said “Mom, we will be in a boat, and what happens if I need to go then?”

She appeared to ponder for a second, then she got up out of her seat and told me to follow her. So, I did.

She took me back to my bathroom and opened the cabinet doors that were above the washing machine.

Then, she pointed up to a silver pitcher on the top shelf and said “ok, Mike, your “thing” is in there.“

I, immediately, jumped up onto the washing machine and retrieved my “thing” from out of the pitcher.

Mom reached for it… and I handed it to her!

Once it was in her hands, she began to unwind the red tubing that I had wrapped around the bag. She, then, snapped the metal shut-off and filled the bag with warm water.

When it was brim full, she hung the bag above the toilet and gave me 3 enemas that night.

Question- Do you think Mom knew that I loved taking enemas after that or even before that?

Answer- Yes!

Question- Did my Mother hide the syringe from me again?

Answer- No!

My mom knew I liked enemas. When 5 or 6 years old, while she was giving me an enema, I told her it felt good. She agreed.

I'm sure my mom knew of my enema interest. I was not all that careful hiding the numerous enema bags I had begun collecting. I kept them in a basement clothes closet that was mine; but there was no lock on it, and all the time I'd spend in the upstairs bathroom flushing could should have raised suspicion.

I my mother enjoyed giving and receiving enemas, and was very professional. Seeing her naked was and discussing enemas excited at a very young age. I was nervously excited the first time she told me I needed an enema. Secretly she realized I enjoyed getting one ,and she then explain the procedure while administering the enema. I think it was sexual arousal for her but she always retained her professionalism. It started my arousal when looking at a ladies rear end.

Not really . My mom knew of my affinity for her well administered enemas from our home fountain syringe since my early childhood and beyond . The enema was a bond of sorts as to our mother - son relationship and she in subsequent conversation and in fact at the time seemed to enjoy her role a mom administrator . My mother often in the privacy of our home a solo and / or a partnered enema from another lady the announcement of which was shared with me if i were home at the time . So you see …… there were no secrets as to the home enema for either of us as per above . We were very open as to the procedure in our home of the 1950's decade when I was growing up .

The one I got when I was nine I hated. I did not get another until I had a girlfriend move in with me. Now my sister is a different story. She liked them and would come back to the room and masturbate after. I think this question was brought up in an older post. I remember my sister asking if I thought mom could tell that she liked them. I said, "duh! You would come back to the room soaked and I am sure mom noticed it."

My mom figured it out by my leaving a wet bag in the drawer where she stored them. I remember once when she was very mad at me for something she started scolding me in a tense angered voice and ended it with: “………and if you want an enema I'lllllll give you an enema!”. Too bad I can't add the inflection in her voice - it was priceless!

and if you want an enema I'lllllll give you an enema!”.

Kind of funny - made me smile! Bet that surprised you!

Quite possibly; they weren't massively common for me but I didnt grumble or fuss about it.

Taking them myself on a more regular basis was probably the give away.

The one I got when I was nine I hated… Now my sister is a different story. She liked them and would come back to the room and masturbate after…. I remember my sister asking if I thought mom could tell that she liked them. I said, "duh! You would come back to the room soaked and I am sure mom noticed it."

On occassion I am sure I got a semi at least but stimulation and liking/ enjoying aren't necessarily the same thing.

With girls / @Tabitha32 sister I think some wettness is much more subtle then an erection, unless bottom was uncovered from start to finish and physically trying to see I doubt mom noticed much.

The few times we have given to my own family, in the very distant past, once intubated bottom can be covered up and I didnt really have head down that end when filling.

With my wife of course different matter and could tell beacuse i would look and feel during.

Yes, I took them often myself as I got older and when I was being given them I was close to climax on more than one occasion.

I know she enjoyed taking them to so knew what I was feeling and the apple never falls far from the tree

Countrydr my sister, like I said, would be soaked when she came back to our room. Mom gave enemas with my sister totally naked on all fours head down. She did the same with me for the one I got. So when you were in that position and mom right behind you there is no doubt mom could see and tell she was wet.

On occasion, my sister would come back to the room to masturbate and would actually drip. She said she was sure that happened but mom never said anything.

As she described it. When the bag was empty mom would clamp it and remove the nozzle. Then she would leave. But sometimes she would sit on the side of the tub while my sister was expelling.

Then after the enema my sister would shower and maybe have to expel more while taking her shower to which she would get out of the shower and sit on the potty, then get back in the shower. She, a lot of times, would notice dripping.

My mom never caught on, I'm virtually certain. As a preteen, I was given a bulb enema several times. It was a quick thing…. if I'd not pood in a while, or more likely if my underwear had skid marks, at bath time in the evening I'd walk into the bathroom and see the sink full of soapy water, with a red bulb syringe with a black nozzle in it. I'd be told to bend over and put my hands on the toilet seat and within a few seconds would feel the nozzle and the warm water. I then got into my bath, holding the enema. When it started to work, I'd get out and promptly poo. It never took long.

In my early teens, I got sick and was bedridden for several days. I was given a bulb one morning, without results. In the afternoon, I got a large enema from a fountain syringe… the one and only ever given to me that way. I must have secretly enjoyed it in retrospect, but probably not at the time. Anyway, I very much doubt I showed any liking for enemas at that time

After my bag experience, I was very, very careful and I'm virtually sure my mom never figured out I was secretly borrowing her enema bag, kept secreted away in a rarely used dresser bottom drawer, nor ever discovered where I hid my own bag which I bought a year or so later

@Sean I don't understand the rationale of an enema for a kid who has skid marks. Skid marks are not a sign of constipation, rather the opposite…

For many of us, whether young or old, skid marks may be an indication of a failure to completely empty after a BM. It is also common to inadequately clean afterward.

I have a seat mounted bidet on one toilet. I also carry a portable bidet bottle when travelling. If neither are available, a bulb enema serves a practical adjunct to avoiding inadequate emptying/cleansing of the bowel.

No more itching, bleeding, or other effects of toileting issues. Underwear is in much better condition thereafter. Quickie bulb enemas have their place.

BTW…perhaps mom never did confront me if she thought I was taking care of those tasks that she worried about when I was younger…even if I was having too much fun in the process.

My equipment stash was fairly well hidden, but certainly discoverable. It appeared to have been moved about on a few occasions. Did mom snoop like my sister and I always did?

@Pecan_nutjob

I think the rationale is that skid marks indicate poo down low, which implies incomplete pooing My understanding is after a good, complete poo a person's rectum is essentially empty The poo normally resides in the person's descending colon; then, when it moves down into the rectum an urge to poo is felt, indicating it's time to go and sit on the toilet, where the rectum empties

So, poo down low, against the anus, either indicates constipation because the urge has been ignored else incomplete emptying Either is a good reason for a bulb of warm water

Skidmarks are the result of kids being in a hurry and not wiping well, or wet farting. They aren't justification by themselves for getting an enema. My two cents!!! Some of the kids in grade school referred to them as “Grunt Stains” and teased one guy by referring to him as “Gary, Gary Grunt Stain”!

A moot point if ever there was one because I was well into my 20s before deciding that I could enjoy an enema.

I answered this question sometime ago in regards to mom. However, after school was out for the summer, my siblings an I spent four to six weeks at our grandmothers. Unlike moms enemas, given with us laying across a bed together. Grandmas enemas were given in private laying across her lap in the bathroom. If she suspected any of us were constipated, the one suspected got called to the bathroom. After we got to the bathroom and the door closed, she told us to get undress, once naked, she picked us up and put us across her lap. Next, one of two things happened, because we didn’t always know why we were being called to the bathroom. It could be for a spanking, or an enema. If it was a spanking we’d get chew out first, then spanked with her hand or hairbrush. If it was an enema, her Vaseline covered index finger was inserted as far as it would go in our anus. She’d feel around for twenty or thirty seconds, then just before she removed her finger, she’d tell us if we needed an enema or not. If we needed an enema, she’d put us down and fix the first of two enemas. The first was a soapy enema that we held for ten minutes, and the second was a rinse enema that we held for five minutes. If we weren’t constipated, she’d ask, if we wanted an enema anyway. Sometimes we accept her offer, and other times we didn’t. That decision was always left up to us, she never pushed, one way or the other. When we accepted her offer, she put us down and fixed a full bag salt and baking soda rinse enema. We took what we could and released, then finished the remainder of the bag if there was any left. It was during one of these enemas when I was ten, that I took a full two quarts before I realized it. So, did she know we liked enemas, “sure she did.” Otherwise, she’d never have offered us an enema when it wasn’t needed.

If we got called to the bathroom for a spanking, once it was over, she‘d ask, if we’d like an enema to help clam down before leaving. It was totally our decision to accept or decline the enema offer after getting spanked. My siblings an I talked at night after being put to bed and it was during these conversations I learned a couple of things. When I got a spanking, as a rule, they did too. And like me, they too accepted an enema after being spanked, with a few exception, like I did. Did an enema help after getting a spanking, it sure did. It help us clam down and relax before leaving the bathroom, the only thing it didn’t help was our sore bottoms and sitting down. How sore our bottoms were depended on whether we had been spanked with her hand or the hairbrush. If we had been spanked with her hand our bottoms were sore for five or six hours and sitting down wasn’t too bad. However, if we had been spanked with her hairbrush a couple of things happened. First our bottoms were really sore and sitting down was an issue for a day or so. Second, was the danger of another spanking for a day or two, as a reminder to behave. This only happened a few times, and was something we avoided like the plague.

Yes I asked too often and for too long

Codger:

...as I got older and longer it became more difficult to bend my penis down in between her legs and she would comment that there was no way I could slide off her lap now my penis would hold me back!

@codjer I love that!

I think mom knew as I got older my firm erection gave it away, she never said anything but enemas from her stopped shortly after

I agree with eman445, I think my erections gave me away. They began when I was young and only grew stronger as I aged. As I got older she coached me from outside the bathroom door as I gave them to myself.

I don't think I did . And hope I didn't .

My mom knew that I hated enemas of any kind and internally resented them. She gave me these until I was about 13 or 14.

Mom felt I needed another lengthy punishment enema after a few misdemeanors. It was a struggle until I got the nozzle up my ass and the curd soap solution poured into my gut. I got a strong erection that lasted until the end of the session. Mom ignored it, but apparently I robbed her of her "pleasure" of being able to punish me with enemas with this event, and it seemed to take me to a sexually arousing level.

That was the last enema that overtook me from mom's hand...

Inadvertently, by storing my collection of enema bags in the common-use basement, in a one of those large plastic clothing storage hangers.. My curious mom must have peeked, though never said anything, and perhaps thought to herself, "like mother, like son" as she like her enemas.

I think she knew. I think her and my father were also klismos as well as other kinks, but parents were particularly keen and maintaining their private life a secret from my sister and me. As a teenager I began to suspect she knew what a turn on it was for me but she never let on, giving me the privacy I craved after an enema. To say it was hard to not openly display my arousal when she gave me enemas is quite an understatement!! Denise

In my last two post on this subject, I talked about mom and grandma. About how mom hated getting enemas herself. Nonetheless, she gave us enemas at the drop of a hat. In the fifties, enemas were commonplace, and she looked at it as her duty. Grandma on the other hand, was a retired RN and a believer in enemas for both kids and adults alike. To her, it didn’t matter whether you liked enemas or hated them. When you needed an enema, it was for your own good, and that was the end of it.

Mom had two younger sisters, and as preteens, grandma taught them how to take care of us. Which included giving us enemas or a spanking when necessary. Afterwards, the girls got the job of giving us our evening bath, including enemas or a spanking. Almost from the beginning, the girls had our number, and we theirs. We liked enemas as much as they did, and they knew we knew it. We got enemas, and occasionally a spanking in the evening at bath time whenever grandma ordered. However, there were numerous times, the girls used any excuse they could think of to give us and themselves enemas. Did grandma know what the girls were doing? I personally don’t know whether she did or not, but I’ll say this, “grandma was no dummy and neither was mom.” If I had to say one way or the other, I’d say, “yes, she knew it.” Because, when we reached our preteen years, grandma taught us personal hygiene. Afterwards, enemas were our personal responsibility. You have to remember, sex in the fifties was a taboo subject, but enemas weren’t. They were a common topic of conversation in the day.

My mom knows and has known that I like anal stimulation. We have even talked about it. As a teen, she talked to me about men liking anal stimulation, and how a man can like anal stimulation and not be gay. She told me to be open with my female lovers, and that there are many things women can do to stimulate men in that way, including enemas.

Yes she must because she also caught me stuffing her tampons up my ass and foolishly leaving them in the trashcan. I denied it but she gave the speach about how they are for her and are important .. so not to be played with. I also have very distinct memories of the last enema she gave me and it was the one I was most worried about because by then I was getting really turned on by them. No idea why she suddenly stopped at that point but I must have done something to give it away... (I was face down so "that" wasnt it 😃 )

My sister also got enemas but never liked them like I did. She knows I still get off on them and even bought me a bag when i went to visit a few years ago.