Moms and Enemas

My wife received enemas from her mom and she says that her mom did not enjoy giving them beyond the enjoyment that one may have in helping one's children and seeing it works.

I got enemas from my step dad and loved each of them

Mom may have enjoyed giving me enemas, but I will never know for sure.

I don't think she ever gave enemas to my dad. If she did, I never heard of it.

C.

I received my enemas from my grandmother who was a nurse I feel she enjoyed giving them to me

I was given enemas weekly at least two each session She used a three quart red rubber bag that she got from the hospital she workers at The enemas were gentle warm and given slowly

I don't think she enjoyed giving them to me because they were usually the last resort after a laxative or suppository didn't work.

Mom rarely gave Sis & I our enemas. We got 2 SSE's and a rinse every Wednesday after dinner, and a series until clear every Saturday morning. We both received a tablespoon of Fletcher's Castoria every night at bedtime. If we didn't get a BM before breakfast, we received a suppository which worked as we ate. Failure to get a satisfactory BM after the suppository resulted in being kept home from school for a series of SSE's. Sis became very adroit at resisting her suppsitory, and spent many happy days filled with Ivory soapsuds. Grandma usually gave them to us in her bathroom with kneeling with our chests over the side of her clawfooted bathtub. We got them together, naked, until we left home. We never thought anything about being naked together. Both widowed, she recently moved in with me. We rarely wear clothes around the house, and it is the rare day that we don't give each other at least one. We agree that Mom & Gram enjoyed them, enjoyed giving to us, and gave to each other. We saw them giving to each other frequently, and looking back, remember their nipples being stiffly erect, and glistening juices running down their inner thighs. Dad was never around, so we don't know about giving to him.

Mom, enemas, erections, and ejaculating climaxes got all mixed together for me from age 10 to age 15 when girls totally drove it underground until about ten years ago when I began living alone after decades of marriage, work, and family. It was not long before all of these taboo areas became an area of interest that would not go away, so I, timidly at first, decioded to explore. Participation on this website, at age 73, is part of the exploration. And a significant addition to this exploration is my new spouse of two years who was also my highschool sweetheart.

Mom was a widow,so l don,t know if she ever gave them to dad. I sure got plenty of them. Fair to assume she enjoyed giving to me

Mom believed t was a cure all. Got man as a kid. Certainly conditioned me as an adult. Little few she On my way! Wha she as doing. But it did turn out okay

Mother:

only gave to me when I'd eaten too much Easter candy and had a whopping belly ache. She had me lie on my stomach on the bathroom rug wearing only my top. She used a red bulb syringe with long black tip. Filled sink with very warm Ivory soap suds and refilled several times. A quick vaseline swipe and in it went...initially very embarrassing. She always left when I was on toilet. NOTHING sexual at all....only way to get me to stop whining about belly.

Never gave to my Daddy...I would have known.

Edison:

Congrats on reconnecting with your high school sweetie! I wish you both ALL the Best.

Mom was a great believer in enemas for everything. From punshment yo constipation

My Mom was a firm believer that an enema was good for a wide variety of ailments. I don't think that she necessarily enjoyed giving me enemas. It was just something she did as a caring Mother. I don't know for sure if she gave my Dad enemas or not..,.,but I wouldn't be surprised if she did.

My Mom had a view of enemas in home health care similar to DAW;s _ a duty primarily. I did spot her giving Dad and enema on their bed and filling the irrigator can for him months later. It made me happy that enemas were not just for kids, as many here probably thought as well.

I do think my mother enjoyed giving and getting enemas. I got them frequently from her between the ages 6 and 12. At age 8, she had me give them to her 2 or 3 times a week. She prepared it and did the insertion. I was mainly the bag holder. As I became older and until I left for college, I prepared the SSE and handed her the nozzle for her to insert. My mother was not modest so her anatomy was always exposed. She gave dad an enema every now and then. He gave them to her weekly in addition to the ones I gave her. I don't know if he knew of my participation or not.

I received enemas twice a week from Mom with Grandmas help. My Mother was afraid of Colon Cancer her Mother had it and had a colostomy. I think she believed that if she kept our colons clean it would prevent us from getting it. I hated enemas when I was a kid dreaded them really and had to be held down, but at about 10 or 11 yrs I started to enjoy them and didn't put up as much fuss. I don't know if Mom gave enemas to Dad or not but we recieved them.

No question she enjoyed it. being the 3rd child, she knew what to do. fill the sink with water that steamed and had the bar of ivory soap floating in it. Have the red bulb adult rectal syringe and the open jar of Vaseline sitting on the sink edge. me waiting in my parents bed, about 4 years old, constipated. she calling to my father to bring me into the bathroom. I sit on his lap, I'm a little fellow and they are much bigger than me. she takes my pajama bottoms off and tells my father to grab my ankles and pull my legs up and spread. her target, my rectum, is now available. I remember what happened next very well. she dipped her finger it the Vaseline and slowly touched the anal opening lubing it for the push in. she went as far as she could commenting she could feel my bm. of course, this being my first enema, I'm scared and crying and kicking my legs. she had him grab my ankles in one hand and held me wider open by pulling them up to my chin. once she finished fingering me, she grabbed the syringe, dipped the tip into the soap sudsy water, stirred and squeezed it. the rectal syringe was held straight up, squeezed until some mixture came out, then redipped to suck up as much soapy water as it could hold. satisfied the first bulbfull was ready , I watched her look down at my exposed asshole. she smiled, I swear, as she pushed it in and gave the red bulb. a strong squeeze. warm, soapy, stinging water rushed into me. the syringe was removed and reloaded. another quick swipe in the Vaseline jar with the syringe tip and up deep again and really squeezed to empty. not quite satisfied I was full, she had my father roll me over so my buttocks are up and need to be held opened. I now am facing the floor and I'm wailing in full bowel craps and pain. she gave me 2 more full bulbs before my father told her to stop, I'd had enough. I next was placed on the toilet and allowed to go. the brown flood filled the bowl. I felt better for sure. I didn't realize it then, but I became an enema lover for life. next day, my 10 year old sister said she heard me screaming. she teased me about getting an enema. I didn't know what to say but she looked knowing about something. l found out later that she had a few enemas. more about that someday soon.

No doubr about it, mom believed in enemas. Both for her and for her children. "BUT" she didn't like giving herself or sis enemas. Sis was helping to give her enemas by the time she was 11 and was her helper with me when I turned 8. My last enema from mom was when I was 13 and very sick. They were either from sis when she was home from college or by my own hand. To further press the point, when sis couldn't give to mom, she insisted that I give her enemas. She liked them, just didn't like giving or going solo

I remember when about 8 I was home from school with a temperature and Mom went to the phone and dialed and I could tell by the clicks as the dial returned that she was calling the doctor. She said "Bruce has a temperature and is not feeling well". Then she said "Yes, OK, thank you doctor".. Next I heard water running in the bathroom sink and the clank of the Jones Irrigator hitting the sink and the sound of water running into the can. Next Mom said "Bruce take off your pajama lowers and come into the bathroom". Now I complained, of course, but I really didn't mind. The first was a little uncomfortable but the 2 or 3 were just fine.

It's always nice to hear from Bruce and fellow enema veterans here, and some things always hit home. In my case it was the clang of the sturdy enema can against the sink, which could cause a chipping of the irrigator's enamel coating. As for checking with the doctor before giving an enema, my mom never thought it routinely required an order or okay since she had quite a bit of experience with older siblings before I came along.

I never had thought of that question before but reflecting on it from long ago.....yes I think she might have felt a certain closeness between us

Don't think she enjoyed them , but pretty sure gave to my father.....................

I do think my mom was anal erotic. She seemed pretty focused on my BM habits. There were four of us kids and only saw my 8 year younger brother get one. But I am sure my sisters probably got them. We never discussed it, but one would think that if two of us got them, then the rest of us did too.

I think that my mom probably gave to herself too. I know that my grandma did. We went to her house one day and she told my mom, that she had taken an enema earlier that day. Man, when we heard that, we all ran into the bathroom and checked and found the wet bag on the back of the door! Wow!

As for my dad, I have no clue if he ever got one from my mom. I do remember him bringing home a Fleet enema for a test he had to do. I asked him what it was, as I had never seen one before, and told me that it was an enema. I think I said "that does not look like an enema"!

Will never know if mom took them herself , do know I got a lot !! Was very sick at age 12 , mom gave numerous, daily ,small bulb enemas that I had to hold . Was throwing up a lot ,was the only way they could get fluids into me , went on for a week or 10 days , have been told I almost died !! I am in Mid 70s now ,Did cause a life long affair with the trusty enema bag .

Don't really know. But have to believe they did who knows if it was for so or health.

My Mom appeared indifferent, but she did not hesitate to bring out the red bag when the doctor recommended enemas for colds, flu, and and fever. The red bag and hose hung on the back of the door leading down to the basement, and I know she used it on herself because I would occasionally find some water dripping from it.

When growing up I recived from mom and she also gave to my older sister and we to mom and each other . It was a great time to be growing up in the 50swe end up with two bags a red and a white one red 2 qts white 3 qts both had the very nice black tips and nozzles

Mother was an old school RN. The remedy for whatever ailed you was, of course, a good soapy enema.

The white enameled irrigator was in the linen closet, 26Fr rectal tube attached, ready to do its work.

A jar of softened Ivory bar soap was always ready. Being prone to constipation, the apparatus was used quite often in my behind.

I know she would give herself enemas. The irrigator hanging in the bathroom when I got home from school, still wet, told me so.

Mom enjoyed giving me enemas and she also used them on herself but I don't think she gave many to my father at least on a regular basis.

I had a mom who enjoyed giving all of us girls enemas! I know of times when she gave my step dad enemas too. When I was older I would ask her for enemas at times and she always did.