This event occurred when I was maybe 10 or so. I had not had an enema in several weeks and I knew that I wanted one real bad! But, the question was this - How could I get my Mother to give me one? She did not exactly love giving me those things at all. I knew convincing Mom to do that to me would not be easy! First I had to convince Mom that I was constipated. Especially, since, at the time I wasn't. Mom always checked my rectum before she would even consider that option. My problem was to find something that I could put up into my rectum that would make Mom assume that I was. Just what that something was going to be was the question? Time was rapidly evaporating! I had to get something in there. So, while Mom was out of the house, I went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and found just what I looking for - a rather large cucumber in the crisper. Quickly, I cut the thing into two pieces and took the two pieces with me into the bathroom. Opening the white bathroom cabinet, I found the Vaseline. I sat down on the toilet and began to lubricate not only my rectum, but also the two pieces of the cucumber. When both pieces of the cucumber and my bootie hole were well lubricated, I tried to insert the cucumber pieces. But, I soon found that the cucumber pieces were bigger than my little hole would allow in. But, I kept at it and finally I got one half of the cucumber in. The first piece hurt like hell as it finally slid in. So, before, I tried inserting the second piece, I knew that I needed to re-lubricate my hole one more time. So, I picked up the Vaseline jar and opened the cap. I, then, stuck my finger into the jar and got a big glob of the Vaseline on it. I, then. placed that finger onto my hole and began to re-lub it. With that accomplished, I picked up the second piece of cucumber. It was a little larger than the first. The tapered end slid in easily, but getting the larger part presented a problem...pain! But, I kept pushing despite the pain and finally I succeeded in getting that piece in as well. I cleaned the Vaseline off my small opening and bootie cheeks and put the Vaseline jar back into the bathroom cabinet. Next, I found my way into the living room and onto the couch to await Mom's return to our house. I had not been in there 10 minutes before she arrived. She came into the house and found me right where I said I was. She came over to where I was and spoke saying "Mike, are you feeling alright?" Answering her question, I told her "not exactly! I think that I am a bit constipated."' Mom came over to me and felt my head checking to see if I had a temperature. Determining that I had none, she, then, asked me "Mike, when was the last time you emptied your bowels?" I told her that it was probably 4 days. Mom asked me if I wanted her to give me some Castoria. I told her "Mom, I think I'd rather you give me something else!" Mom baited me by asking me "Mike, what else is there?" I replied "Mom, I would like for you to give me an enema, if you don't mind?" She said "ok, but, you know, that I will have to check you to see if you really are constipated son." I told her "ok!" Knowing what I had done would totally convince her that an enema was needed. So, I went into my room, took off my clothes and undiesl I, then, laid down on my bed to await Mom's arrival. A minute or so later, Mom opened my door. She came in with the Vaseline and her trusted yellow gloves. She sat down on the side of the bed, put on the gloves and soon had her right index finger all greased up. Then, I felt her pull on my right hip and soon after that I felt her finger smearing Vaseline onto my anal sphincter. When it was all greased up, Mom pushed her finger into my rectum. Her finger was a whole lot smaller than the two pieces of cucumber were and I hardly felt it as she slid it into my rectum. I snuggled down onto my mattress as her finger felt the cucumbers that were in there awaiting her finger's invasion. Her response was "my, my Mike, you are definitely constipated! I may have to give you more one enema today!" I told Mama that I loved her. She swatted my behind and said "I love you too, son, now go on back to your bathroom, I'll be in there in a minute." Well, I did as I was told and just as promised Mom soon came in carrying her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe, a pitcher, and a bar of Ivory soap. Seeing the red hot water bottle and red tubing with the silver shut-off and black enema tip about took my breathe away. I sat down on the toilet and Mama handed me the water bottle and hose. Then, Mom turned on the water, first the hot and then the cold adjusting the temperature till she had it just right. Then, Mother put the pitcher under the flow and filled it till it was nearly full. I sat there watching Mom make soap suds in the pitcher with the bar of Ivory soap. Mom saw me watching her and being a little smart ass, she blew suds into my face. I laughed as she took the water bottle from me and began filling it with the warm soapy water. Soon she had the bottle most of the way full. All that was lacking now was Mom attaching the red hose to the bottle. So, I handed her the red tubing and she attached it to the bottle. Then she pushed past me and hung the bottle on a small hook that was about 2 feet above the toilet and maybe 3 and 1/2 feet above the floor. Immediately, I heard a bloop, bloop bloop sound coming from the hose as the water replaced the air. Mama then sat down on the toilet and had me get into a knee chest position between her and the shower. Next thing I knew Mom opened the shut-off allowing some water to be expelled from the hose. Mom quickly shut the shut-off and I watched as she smeared a little Vaseline onto the black enema nozzle. Mama, then, pulled on my right hip and I felt Mom sliding the nozzle into my rectum. Once that was done she asked me "are you ready?" I told her "yes, m'am!" And, with that said, Mom opened the shut-off and my un-needed enema began. Mom leaned over and gently rubbed my back and occasionally the hand moved down to my belly helping move the soapy water through my intestines. Before the enema was all in, I looked up at Mama and said "Mom, thank you!" She swatted my bootie and as the last of the enema drained into me. Soon, I was up on the slop jar Mom had sat out for me to expel the enema into. Mom left me for a while to answer the phone. After she had exited the room, I reached into the slop jar and retrieved the two pieces of cucumber and put them into the shower. When Mom returned I had all but finished expelling the enema. She looked into the jar and saw no large pieces of feces and shook her head. Then she poured the contents down the toilet and flushed it. Next, thing I know, Mother, again, had the water in the sink on preparing me another enema. In all, thanks to those two pieces of cucumber, Mother gave me three enemas! God I love cucumbers and enemas!