Watching an Adult receive an enema

I saw my next door neighbors into enema play -- almost. 1950's, and I was probably 14 and already hooked on enemas. One Saturday night I looked down from my 2nd floor bedroom right into the 1st floor of the bathroom next door. The wife, completely naked, was seated on the toilet, and the husband was standing in front of the sink, completely naked, holding the enema bag. I guess she saw me, and closed the venetian blind. How I have fantasized since then about how the rest of their evening went...

I was 12 when this happened. Our house was sort of elevated on a terrace next to our neighbors house and the houses were pretty close together, anyway. There was this old China Berry tree outside my bedroom window that had a convenient low hanging branch that my brother and I could climb out on it then move on up into the tree where it was cool and there was continual breeze. We could almost stretch out in the umbrella of this tree to get cool in the summer. Since the tree was on the lot line, it sat right above the neighbors bathroom and had a perfect view of just about everything in it. It was late August, and hot as usual in Texas. I guess it was about 10:30 PM when I slipped out side to get cool. My brother was on the bottom bunk and passed out or I would have got him to go with me.

The bathroom light was on in the neighbors house and I scooted around on the sturdier branches to get a better view. They had two daughters, about 15 and 17, who were real cute but usually ignored all of the neighborhood kids and sort of kept to themselves. I found out why - at least in my own way of thinking. Both of them were giving each other enemas with a large red bag and hose, at least twice for each one that night in a crouching position in the bathtub. Afterwards, they would lay themselves out in the bathtub on their backs with their legs spread and using an odd looking nozzle with a hose-like device connected directly to the bathtub faucet, "vigorously" flushing out their vaginas . This little escapade continued well after midnight. It was my first time to see a young girl completely naked, let alone a young girls vagina. I got a very good anatomy lesson in that session. Maybe not so young because both had a prodigious amount of hair, they were fully developed and they seemed to really enjoy what they were doing.

After they left the bathroom and turned off the light, I shimmied out of the tree, back into my bedroom window and as quietly as possible into my top bunk. This left me a whole lot more than a little disturbed that night. This was another of several profound experiences over the next couple of years that influences me today. To this day, I cannot forget the details of that night. I got to see this scene only a few more times before my Dad decided to prune this old tree. I often wondered if he knew what I was actually up to, or the grief it caused because I felt like I had lost an old friend.

As a serious voyeur I am very jealous of these posts. I have never had the opportunity to witness anything similar to these reports, but I would certainly love to. I have witnessed various sex acts between others up close and personal. It is much more exciting than porn and at times the scent that the sex exudes is highly erotic. The chance to watch the administration of an enema would be super. I would prefer a female, but a female administering to a male would work well too. I would be most interested to discover if the water produces an erection. It used to on me primarily when I was younger. Thanks for the posts!

I love watching ladies take an enema.What is great is being the one administering the enema because you get to see everything and be a part of the experience.Live in person play is the best.

I love watching 40 plus larger women with plump bottoms completely naked receive a large douche nozzle, wish there were more sites that had videos and pics of homemade enema sessions of older naked women not the young women half dressed as a nurse outfit. Nursecarrie.com is pretty good although the last time i tried to sign up my credit card was stopped by my credit card company had to have card reissued.

I would enjoy seeing a mature woman self-administer an enema. The videos on the xxx tube sites are mostly over "porn'ed." More natural and realistic seems much more erotic than all the ooh'ing, aah'ing, stiletto heels and 13 pounds of make-up.

Fully agree with last posts. Most e-movies are unpleasant with cruelty, scat, and tarted up girls. For me the real thing is best and I want to see the woman's facial reactions instead of only long stretches of a butt with a hose in it.

My favorite scene is where a female (young or older, doesn't matter) is laying on her back with her feet elevated receiving a slow enema (by slow, I mean that it takes perhaps 8 or 10 or 12 minutes to take a full 2 quarts), as she is pleasuring herself with a vibrator or dildo or whatever is handy that serves the purpose. While she is taking her enema and pleasuring herself, she begins to moan with excitement as she knows the end result is near. She takes the full enema and while holding it, she works herself to a full whole body orgasm. My favorite part is when I watch her toes curl. This is an involuntary response and shows me that her orgasm was real.

I have watched in real life and it's awesome to see.

i have watched female take ones i was giving to her and it rocked.

we rocked and had awesome fun together

I think it would be hot to watch someone getting an enema or have someone watching me get an enema it just sounds exciting

Though I did not see one, I was present during the preparations, when a couple of the family friends did visit. The woman was the giver, her husband the receiver, it all happened in a room with the door closed, but I was intrigued by the preparations.

Always for medical purposes

My mother had me give her enemas, starting when I was 8. This would be once or twice a week. I also saw my Dad give my mother enemas too. This continued til I went to college.

If I hadn't been present while my cousin gave himself an enema when his mother requested that he do so, I would probably never have realized that my playmate had tricked me into allowing him to give me an enema several years earlier. But I did realize what had happened to me and that was the beginning of my fascination with enemas. And yes, I was fascinated as a seven year old to watch the whole procedure.

In the early 80's we were visiting an elderly relative in the hospital. Both patients in the room were due for surgery the next day. The woman in the next bed was having some kind of stomach surgery and apparently the doctor had ordered enemas. The curtain was closed so I could not actually see anything but the plastic enema bag and clear hose. The woman could not take much and made repeated trips to the toilet.

We had the old big skeleton key holes in our doors. So I saw my parents give and take enema's. Also saw my brothers get them too.

I was about six years old when I came awake from the sound of water running in the bathroom. That caused me to need to pee, so sleepy-eyed I padded into the bathroom to see my father preparing an enema for my mother, who was lying, naked, on her side on their bed.

I became instantly erect and found it very difficult to pee, but somehow managed to do my business while my father filled the enema bag.

Nothing was said and I went back to bed. The next day the enema bag was hanging over the tub so I knew it wasn't a dream.

I was about 10 and staying with an aunt and uncle. My cousin who must have been 13 or 14 apparently needed an enema. I saw my aunt go by the door with a sudsy hand and a towel wrapped around something. When I went to check me was on his stomach, enema tube in his butt and begging to be let up. They didn't mind my watching but I remember having an intense erection but at 10 not sure what to do with it yet. More recently there are a couple of guys on enemaguys.com who are skyping enema sessions from their place and I did share an enema over Yahoo with someone else. It's interesting but not the same has having someone there with you.

I saw my aunt over my grandmas lap when I was about 11 and she was about 14 or15. Saw through the keyhole in the bathroom door. She got the bulb about 7 times. I was excited to see that.

I once saw my mother taking an enema. Very erotic. She was laying on her left side with knees drawn up, and moaning in pleasure. I was too young to get an erection, but loved to see it. When I was in the hospital for a hernia operation when I was 5, I remember seeing the girl in the bed next to me (there was a slit in the curtain) getting a huge enema. She didn't know what an enema was, but found out in a rather unpleasant way. She was laying on her left side in bed with her back to me so I could see everything very clearly. She cried and asked the nurse to stop because she had to go. But the nurse kept on going, and just as the nurse withdrew the nozzle from the girl's anus, the poor girl lost control and had a very intense expulsion on the bed. The nurse finally got her onto the bedpan, but only after the accident. I felt so sorry for her, because the whole ward heard what was going on, and this must have been a very humiliating experience for her.

My mom had a nurse friend of hers who would come over to the house every so often and give her an enema. Many times the door to my moms bedroom would be wide open allowing me full view of the proceedings of mom getting her enemas.

I saw my mother give herself an enema twice. The first time was after she had given me one and when I finished using the bathroom afterwards I heard her go in and turn the water on. The door was closed but it had the old fashioned keyhole so i could see through it. She had filled the bag and then laid on her side and began taking the enema. About half way through I heard her say "Oh My That's Strong" and she turned the clip off and rolled onto her stomach. After maybe a minute she turned it back on and took the rest of the enema although she kept drawing her legs up and moving around, so it was clear she was very very full and uncomfortable.

Then she could only wait a minute or two before leaping for the toilet. I ran back to my bedroom and masturbated several times replaying it all in my head. The second time was also after she had given me an enema but I suddenly needed the bathroom again very badly and went running in and she was lying on her back taking an enema. I was very embarrassed but she simply said please go downstairs I'll need this bathroom and I quickly left. It was not nearly as exciting as the first time. What was clear was that giving me an enema made her want one also. I was about 10 or 12 at the time.

I received lots of enema's from my mom. I also saw her give herself enema's as well. I also saw my step=Dad give her enema's as well. There were even a few times where I saw her give him a few enema's. Got me rock hard and very excited.

Growing up I would peek into the bathroom multiple times to watch my mother . I remember one time she gave my father an enema and I peeked that time also. My mother took them all of the time and did not seem to mind them. My dad did not care for them at all. He was cramping and hurting during his enema, and he let her know it. She scolded him, saying that I was a better enema patient than him.

Up to 6 or 7 my Mom gave me enemas, and then Dad took over. At about 10 I started getting enemas from Dad once a week to keep me regular and healthy. I would get the enemas Saturday evening and then take my bath and go to bed.

At about 14 or 15 I discovered that my Dad took enemas regularly on Tuesday evenings. I woke up one Tuesday evening about 10 and their bedroom door was open and no lights on, but bathroom door was open as well with the lights on and when I went down the hall and peeked in, I saw my Mom giving my Dad an enema with a much larger bag than the one they used on me -- I now know it is 3 qts. I stood quietly and watched and she would have him bend over and insert the nozzle and then get on all fours and she would make him take the full bag. Of course, he usually had an erection while this was going on. Mom was dressed in just a short slip. After the administration, Dad would sit on the toilet and expel -- I left because wasn't sure if she'd walk into the bedroom. I never saw my Dad give my Mom one though

I posted this experience on another topic heading, but how about being watched while expelling an enema….I received a cleansing enema from a very pretty x-ray tech prior to having a colon x-ray procedure. After the enema she showed my to the restroom, I proceeded to expel this very large enema,when she knocked on the door and proceeded to come in….She was very gentle and caring, and told me to relax and much as possible.. I can't really explain it, but this had to be one of the Hottest,most Sensual experiences of my life….She stayed for a long time casually talking to me, while i was helpless to do anything other than continue expelling the enema….Never had an experience like this before, WOW……

A shame there isn't a club in my town where you can go to watch or participate. I love watching a person getting an enema. The facial expressions and what they say are half the fun.

I saw my mother and aunt giving my grandmother an enema when she quite old. Two different times I walked in on patients receiving enemas in the hospital. When I was working in a VA hospital i walked in on one of my male patients getting a large pre op enema. He was in the process of moving from Sims position to his back. He was being given it by a new nursing grad. Later I saw her and she boasted of giving him 2000cc of an HHH and soap enema. She was justifiably proud of herself. It was her first ever time giving an enema. I also walked in on a female patient getting what appeared to be a large volume enema. I beat such a hasty retreat all I saw was a butt and a hose!

During the 70s I was with a group of people who had like mined interests with enemas and med fetish many a time I would watch or be watch being given a enema or some med fetish session. Theses sessions would last a few hours to over night sessions that would last three days.

I saw my Mother give my Father enemas. He didn't care. He never undressed. He'd open his pants and lay across the bed. Then he'd push his pants and shorts down his thighs. He'd be on his side leaning toward his belly. He'd pull up his right knee up as high as he could. His right pants leg would slide down to his ankles. He stayed like that the entire time. It seemed like an odd position.

I’d always clamp my legs together and clench my cheeks. Squeezing that tube between my cheeks was all I could do. Before it was through my legs were always crossed. From my butt down every muscle was clenched tight. Even my toes were curled up. That always happened though it seems funny. I was trying my best to hold in that water. Curling up my toes was funny though. Not sure how it helped.

With his right knee pulled up my Fathers cheeks were spread apart. He was completely exposed. When I was younger it amazed me how big his balls were and how far down they were hanging. Mom held the hose about six or eight inches up. It was a little stiff so by pushing the hose straight it would keep the nozzle in his butt. I figured it was because he couldn't squeeze the nozzle as tightly with his cheeks like I did even though he strained.

We had a big red enema bag. It held more than two and a half quarts. I don't know exactly. I don't remember Mom ever stopping the water once it started. From the look on his face and the way he groaned he seemed miserable. He also shifted his butt around and clenched and unclenched his cheeks all the time. My Father was desperate for the toilet before the bag was empty. He kept going till that gurgle sound though. I do remember thinking if he was that uncomfortable why did he take enemas. The only thing that kept me from running out the door was that paddle. I'm not sure which of the two was worse.

It was awkward for my Father to get up from that position. He had to be in a hurry to go. But it wasn’t easy to pull up his right pants leg. It was sort of like trying to tie your shoes with his gut full of soap and water. He couldn’t bend. Maybe he was just better at it than I was. Then he’d hold up his pants covering up his front. I guess he wasn’t worried about anybody seeing his butt.

Only one time that I remember he was frustrated with me. He told me to just push down my pants and lean over the bed. Thinking about it I think he was in a hurry to take care of me. His best friend may have been sitting outside in the shade. He was a lot of the time. All other times at least that I remember he made me take off my pants and shorts. It seemed funny that he didn’t. It would have been easier for him to get up.

I hated taking off my pants and shorts for an enema. It was embarrassing. That frustrated my Father. Of course being embarrassed gave way quickly to more important things when he opened that clip. I always started out trying to keep myself covered as much as possible. Long before I was done I'd rolled around and shown him everything I had. It wasn't the least bit important by then. Being bare from the waist down meant I could move faster when he let me get up. That's all I cared about then.

It was funny watching him trying to hurry down the hall. He’d be half bent over holding his belly with butt showing.