Did your mom give herself enemas?

Moms & Enemas a good discussion.

We are a married couple, Klismos for 36 years, and both of received enemas from our mothers, here is a little information about our experiences.

But first we want to bring another aspect into this thread. What do you know about your mother taking enemas either solo or given my someone else? And are you willing to share what you know?

My mother initially gave terrible enemas, not as punishment but simply because she didn’t know how. Let me say up front an enema, even when given gently and lovingly, by its very nature an enema can become uncomfortable to some degree, but the ones she initially gave to me HURT, A LOT! The amount was whatever the doctor ordered based on my age and weight so the amount was not her choice. The water was never too hot but was usually too cool, often right out of the cold water spigot; the bag was hung very high and she put too much soap in it, she would put the bar of ivory into the measuring pitcher and let the rush of water run over it filled to prescribed amount then she would pour the mixture into the bag along with the bar of soap letting the bar floating in the bag. She also just opened the clamp and once the flow started it wasn’t stopped until the bag emptied no matter how much I cried and pleaded for it to stop. If I couldn’t take it all and inadvertently began expelling while the enema was going in, it was stopped and I could get on the toilet, the remaining enema and bar of soap was poured back into the pitcher and water added to meet the prescribed amount, then the enema with the soap bar, was then poured back into the bag and the enema given.

She even gave them to herself the same way she gave them to me. My bedroom was next to the bathroom and we had a hot air heating system, the registers, although offset from each other were on the same duct so I could hear her panting, groaning and talking her way through an enema, telling herself that she needed to take the whole bag full or that she would need to do it all over again. Sometimes she couldn’t make it and I’d hear her expelling, them making up another enema and on occasion even a third.

Later a caring nurse who gave me enemas in the hospital taught my mother how to properly prepare and give an enema and after that things were much better.

Marvin

My enema experiences were completely different than Marvin’s. My mother, grandmother and Aunt gave my sisters and I slow, gentle enemas, they also gave them to each other, I can remember my mother saying the she was going to grandmas because either she or my aunt, needed help taking an enema .

My aunt even taught me how to give an enema when I was a sophomore in high school and my mother was my patient, I was surprised that she took slightly over three and a half quarts before she ask me to stop, she had taken to the point where her legs were shaking, her breath was coming in short gasps and her toes were tightly curled, My aunt told me that those were the signs that she had taken all she could. I couldn't believe she had taken that much and wanted to go into the bathroom with her but my aunt said that she needed to be alone. I still voiced my concern that she would be all right and my aunt reminded me that after I had experienced my first "benefits" reaction when she had given me an enema a few years before, that she my mother and grandmother had told me that what I had experienced was a normal reaction in a healthy woman. Then I understood that Mom needed privacy for her "benefits" time too.

Marlene

Mom Taking Enemas Herself

My Mom took enemas. I know because I saw her taking the enema bag into the bathroom. I heard her filling the bag. I heard her moaning as she took the enema. I heard her expelling.

I walked in on Mom taking an enema a couple of times. One time I was playing and needed to use the bathroom. I ran in to the bathroom and Mom was laying on the floor, the nearly full enema bag was hanging from the towel rack and the end of the hose disappeared into her bottom. I excused myself, closed the door and came back later. Mom told me that she was constipated and needed the enema. I asked her if she felt beter and she said that she did.

Later that day Mom called me into the bathroom. The enema bag was full and the hose was loped over the bag with the nozzle stuck inside the bag. Mom told me to take my pants off that she thought I needed an enema too. I did as I was told and got an enema that day.

After that I started to notice that whenever Mom took an enema it seemed that I needed and enema later that day, whether I really did or not.

My questions: Did you know about your Mom taking enemas? Did you get enemas after your Mom took an enema? If so, how often did this happen?

I know for sure that mom gave herself enemas. First, when I was maybe nine or ten, as she prepared an enema for me I was questioning why I had to have one at that time. She said I would feel better after and she knew that because she herself has an enema from time to time and it never fails to help.

Then by time I was a teenager and becoming very interested in enemas myself, I became aware of her taking enemas. During summer vacation when I was home from school I figured it out. At the time mom did data entry in the evening and was home until about 4pm. Shortly after we had lunch she would say she had a headache and was going to take a nap, and to not disturb her. She would go to her bedroom and I would hear water running in the sink, then quiet for a time, followed by the toilet flushing. What else could that be?

I know my mom was a frequent user, but I can only recall her enemas being administered by my dad. They would ask if anyone needed to use the toilet and then go in and lock the door. Enema taking was always very matter-of-fact in our family. I recall hearing muffled conversation and the usual enema sounds of water running and toilet flushing. Later, they would emerge relaxed and in a very good mood. As I got older I suspected that their enema sessions included a little more than just bowel cleansing. Anyway, afterwards the family enema bag and hose would be left hanging on the towel bar to dry, usually for a day or two. Because the equipment was so easily accessible, I recall several occasions where mom would decide during my bathtime that it had been awhile since my last enema and that it would be good idea for me to have one. Rather than her usual ritual soapsuds enema, she would fill the bag with warm water from the tub spout and have me on my hand and knees in the tub as the water was draining. She'd fill me to what seemed the bursting point and then let me get up, out, and on the toilet to expel. Those unexpected enemas were always just the one filling instead of her usual 2.

I knew my mom and dad both took enemas because mom told me so one day when the bag was drying in the bathroom. When I was little she used a bulb syringe on me and told me when I got to be bigger I would get an enema from the bag like older kids and adults.

Almost certainly she was stimulated by giving me one- on one occasion I had a delayed reaction and pushed open the bathroom door and she was lying on her side taking an enema- I hurried out and ran downstairs and afterwards apologized. But, from that time on, I watched and maybe 30% of the time she was in the bathroom within the next hour

In my home the amber latex bag lived on the back of the bathroom door. My mom used an emena almost as frequently as brushing her teath. We had a very old house with uneven floors and the bottom of the bathroom door had been cut off so that there was a huge gap at the bottom. My bedroom opened into the bath and without much effort I could see and hear everything going on inside. I remember also that frequently late at night I would hear mom in the bathroom taking an enema or three and breathing exceptionally hard and fast at the end of the last one. It took several years before it finally occurred to me that her enema was proudicing more than the expected relief!

I have no direct evidence, but my grandmother had a bulb and a bag, both of which were used on me at some time and I will bet they were used on mom and her siblings too when they were at home. Mom gave me and my brothers enemas from time to time at home but she was pretty private about it. No big announcements, and done in private without a lot of fanfare.

So, even though I can't say for sure, I am 99% sure she had a few herself.

I never knew of my mother taking enemas, but I imagine since she gave them to me she probably took enemas herself when needed. There was never any fanfare with the enemas she gave me and no announcements either.

Bill

As far as I could tell my mom never took enemas herself, but she gave more than enough of them to me when I was a kid and seemed to know what she was doing. Both of my grandmothers had enema bags and bulbs in their bathrooms which were sometimes used on me, so I would assume that both my mom and my dad were given enemas when they were kids.

My experience was similar to Cheryl77177, when i quizzed mom about why, the part about her taking enemas was no secret , she would come to the living room where me and dad were watching TV and actually make an announcement she would say something like " fellows I will be indisposed for a little while I need to take a little enema". That is probably where i learned to love the sound of the word enema

When I was about 10 we lived with my aunt for a short while. I remember her carrying her big red bag through the apartment to get to the one bathroom we had. She (and my mom) were very casual about using the equipment and allowing it to be seen in the bathroom. One night many years later while I was visiting her I had become very constipated and had no equipment with me. It was late at night and I thought she was asleep and I guess I was vocalizing a bit and she came to the door and asked if I was alright. Being caught in mid grunt, I had to admit to the problem. She then asked if I wanted "to use the enema" and a short while later the door opened a bit and she hands me her old bag. Oh what a relief it was. 😃 During breakfast next morning she asked how I was feeling and confided to me that she also had to use the bag "about every three days" On my next visit, she left the bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

One day after I was supposed to be asleep, I did hear my mother go to the bathroom. She stayed in ther an awfully long time. Our bathroom door had one of those old doorlocks that you could peek through. So I quietly went over, kneeled down, and peeked in. There was my mother, on her knees on the bathroom rug, her shoulders touching the floor, her hand reaching back through her spread legs, and holding an enema nozzle up her ass. I saw her do the same thing various times since then and assumed she was just cleaning herself out before she and dad had anal sex. (which I never saw). One time I want into my mother's closet to borrow a scarf that she had, I found a cloth bag with at least a dozen enema nozzles. Some were long and curved, some were thick with a fat bulbous head, and some were actually penis sized enema nozzles.

My mom never gaver herself enemas....she would always relish the thought of giving me one, and on more than one occasion she too was quite constipated, and I recall her mentioning that no matter what she would not resort to an enema for relief.

My dad was the same - he would eat a load of prunes every so often to relieve his constipation, when in fact there were enemas in the bathroom cupboard just waiting to be administered.

I could never as a child figure out why I had to enure the enema routine and they didnt.

Also, on camping hollidays my mom would have some enemas packed, and my aunt and grandfather were handed an enema to administer themselves. The adults conversation at night, after we had gone to bed, had been about enemas more than once, and always my mom would just refuse to have one.

At least she exposed me to a life long fetish!

When it came to enemas, mom practiced what she preached. As a kid, enemas were routine and matter-of-fact and were not only the remedy for constipation but were the first line of defense at the start of any illness. I recall several times mom would ask if anyone needed to use the bathroom because she was going to take an enema. I also recall dad and mom would give each other enemas when necessary. The enema equipment was a regular fixture in the bathroom, hanging on the towel bar at the back of the tub drying out, and because it was so accessible it didn't take much of a reason to use it.

As I have stated elsewhere on another thread, my mom was really into enemas. Her amber bag lived on the back of the bathroom door, and it was seldom dry. I remember her taking an enema almost as frequently as she brushed her teeth! And, of course, she gave them to me as well at the slightest provocation. My bedroom was right next to the one bathroom we had in the old house we lived it, and the floors were uneven. There was a huge gap at the bottom of the door, and the heater vents were connected, so that it was impossible not to know what was going on inside. I remember, on several occasions, she would go into the bathroom late at night, when she thought I was asleep, and take an enema, then another, and finally a third with a lot of heavy, fast breathing and a bit of moaning. It wasn't until years later that I realized that she was getting relief in more than one way in these late night sessions. During the day, she was very casual and matter of fact about using an enema. She even walked in on me (more than once) when I was giving myself one and just asked if I needed her "help". Then coming back when she thought I was through to ask if I needed another "bag of water". At that time I was in my early teens, and it was quite obvious that the enema had an arousing effect on my body which I'm sure she noticed, but never commented on. I know that she knew why I was taking an enema, and it wasn't because I was constipated. She was always coaching me on "how to do it better"... and it is my belief now that I look back from the vantage point of many years, that she deliberately taught me to enjoy a "good enema". I'm glad she did!!!

Enemas were common place in my house. I started getting enemas about age 4/5 and about age 8 my mother started to have me give her enemas. I was mainly the bag holder, She inserted the nozzle. I gave her enemas until I left for college at 18. She stopped giving to me at the age of 14. My father also gave my mother enemas on a frequent basis. They never shut the door to their bedroom and she would take them on the bed. I know my dad use a bulb enema to help him to get going in the morning..

Mom used enemas at least once a week, when I was 5 or 6 I was promoted to the bag each week. She would open the clamp and let it run till all was inside This was the only way I new how to take enemas till I was in college and had to go to the clinic one night.

Not often, but she was definitely a taker.

The enema bag was often out drying before being put away. Between me and my two sisters my guess is that mom got to work in a few for herself as well.

The yellow latex enema bag was always hanging in the shower, right around the corner from my bedroom door. I noticed late one night as I laid in bed, my mother walking naked towards the bathroom carrying the enema bag, looked like it was about to burst, must have filled it in the kitchen with warm water. I'm sure she used it a lot more than that, but that's the only time I noticed, I don't recall my age, probably around 12. I don't recall when I started sneaking enemas.

At the time, didn't know the difference between the rectal nozzle and the douche nozzle, most of the time it had the douche nozzle, I think that's what it was most often used for, except when us kids were sick, we got the small enema nozzle with Vaseline.

the hoseman

Yes and we always had 3 enema bags hanging on the back or our bathroom closet door and also two douche syringes on the shelf.

Not that I ever knew about.

I did not see it, but there was evidence everywere.

Like other's moms, mine practiced what she preached. My grandma did also. Those rubber implements were always accessible in the bathroom or in the linen closet. It wasn't unusual to have to move them to get a towel or washcloth. Sometimes, as they hung to dry, or sat on the edge of the tub or sink, they got knocked around. The metal clamp made a familiar clank on the tub or toilet.

I've told the story of my mother being unable to resist some dessert brownies, after a Sunday dinner gathering that included extended family. We had to eat early because my mom wasn't supposed to eat after a certain time due to an impending barium enema the next morning. She was cautioned about indulging well after we had finished dinner and her prep time had begun.

Her reply was "I'll just have to take an extra enema or two before bed". My aunt chimed in that my mom loved her enema bag and it was a cure for anything. We kids all cringed, but secretly I desired an enema or two before bed, also. By then, I had cum to realize the positive sensations that the beautiful red bag could provide.

I knew that my mom douched as well as indulging in an enema. After we kids were shooed away to grandmas for a couple of hours, upon our return it was common to find the wet enema bag hanging in the shower. Sometimes the bulb douche syringe was sitting out also. My sister and I often speculated that dad may have gotten an enema and mom douched with the bulb. I didn't fully understand the implications at the time.

Yes she did.

Very likely they were associated with her period, as the enema bag would show up once in a while over the bathtub when I got home from school.

In grade school that often led to my receiving a "good clean out" that evening since the enema bag was readily available.

Mom was very private and very business like. She never initiated a discussion about enemas with her sisters or friends. When I was little, the topic often came up in the kitchen between her and her friends or sisters, but it wasn't mom who brought it up. Not that mom didn't have strong opinions on the subject. When it was mentioned by one of her friends that her son or daughter had put up a fuss when it was time for their enema, my mom's reply was, "Not to put up with that nonsense!"

After her hysterectomy, when I was around twelve, she either began taking enemas more frequently or was douching more often. I had no way to tell which it was. All I knew was that suddenly there were more opportunities to self administer because the enema bag was out a lot more often.

Only once, when I was six or seven, did I see the enema bag out for use. I was awakened by some commotion and got up to pee. In the bathroom sink was the enema bag. My father was running the water, rinsing it out. My mom was in bed. I got instantly erect and had difficulty peeing and was told to hurry up and get back in bed. I imagined it was for an enema for my mother, since I though she was sick, and that might have been the case. I don't think my father would have prepared a douche for my mom if it was for birth control.

Hi when growing up mom took enemasweekly when we got ours she gave to herself later she had me or my oldfer sister help with them it was nice helping her and my sister Bobbie

In our home the bag was used for enemas and douche , just different nozzels

I don't know for sure, but I think not.

I never saw a Fleet enema or a douche/enema syringe in the house. I looked. If she gave herself enemas she was super discrete about it.

I learned everything I know about enemas from a friend and my cousin. My friend introduced me to a Fleet when I was fifteen and a few years later my cousin taught me about the enema bag. She learned it from her mother, a nurse. She obviously took enemas herself.

Yes she did, there were many a times when she had the bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door drying out and nozzles laying on top of the toilet tank on tissues to dry out. Don't know if she used them for constipation or pleasure. But I used the nozzles for pleasure more than a few times. Just made sure I washed them off and put them back in their place.