Moms and Enemas

I know my mother and her sister, my aunt, always got enemas when they we're growing up they told me and my sisters and brother that grand ma gave them a suds enema when they were growing up and fit helps you feel better and that's why we got them,I don't think mom liked to give them too much because she would try a suppostory first ,, if it did not work in about one hr then she would get the bar of ivory and the enema bag out,that always worked n a short time,,my aunt was very much into enemas and she said suppostory wasted time and don't do as good cleaning as the suds enema, she was very good at giving them and she had a way to relax you and that's why I always wanted her to give me one when we stayed over at my cousins house when my parents had to go away for the weekend,,,my mom just did not do them as much as my aunt did ,,we continued to receive them till about 16 years old sometimes my mother would ask my aunt if she could come over and help her with the enemas. I miss the old enemas very much and it's so hard to find any one in nj that would like to replay those times my wife and I never did them to each other but we did give them to are children up till about 10 year old .. No matter what you think about enemas you can't denied that they never failed to give BM and very fast and painless ,, there's no question that the soap suds from the ivory bars performed the magic so completely ...

I think my mother and my grandmother loved me enemas, I can not explain why my sister were very rare. Surely my father loved me do the enema and I think my husband was happy even if he admits.

Mar1978. Please explain what this means: "I think my mother and my grandmother loved me enemas, I can not explain why my sister were very rare. Surely my father loved me do the enema and I think my husband was happy even if he admits." Are you writing this is some language other than English and then using an online translator? Since you don't disclose where you are from, it is not clear if your post is almost spam, or you have troubles with English.

It unfortunately use automatic translator. I wanted to say that to me, my mother and my grandmother, they often did the enema to my sister a few times; during both pregnancies was my father in law (nurses) to make me the enema; My husband objected enemas of my father in law. I apologize for my bad English.

..... my husband NOT objected ......

My mother continues to give me enemas from time to time and takes enemas herself.

Janet S

My Mother was the only enema giver at our house and to my knowledge she never gave one to my Dad; but I definitely believe that she enjoyed giving us enemas.

She would ask me almost on a daily basis about my bowel movement or lack of movement and when I answered that I had not had one, I believe it made her smile. Usually later in the day I would be asked again and if nothing had changed, I got called to the bathroom for an over the knee soap suds enema.

She really seemed to enjoy giving me enemas and I got plenty of them.

Mom never asked, we got them twice a week, regardless of our bowel habits. If we mentioned not being able to go in between our regular cleanouts, she would prepare and administer another enema series. As I began to really enjoy enemas, I developed a lot of imaginary constipation!

We , my mom and I , did have this discussion in which she indicated that yes . she enjoyed giving me enemas . I was about 11 - 12 at the time and much later I was able to give her several enemas when I became an adult .

I really dont think Mom enjoyed giving them, but I could always tell when and what the red bag was last used for by the nozzle on the end. When either my brother or me got it , there was a smooth nozzle and if was used by/for Mom, the funny looking nozzle was on it. There should have been a sign on the back of the bathroom door that read "hang enema bag here" because that is where it always was on display.

I am sure she did, she defiantly gave me my share. I know she also took her share too, she would basically announce that she would not be available for a little while and say I am going to take a little enema.

My Mom didn't like enemas but that didn't stop her from giving them to me and my brother. I'm sure she didn't like doing that but she didn't hesitate to use them on me.

I think my mom clearly liked giving enemas and it was a common activity in my house. I liked them to and she knew it so that led to frequent enemas.

I don't think, she enjoyed it.

When I was a small kid, I sometimes got small fleet enemas and I hated them.

I alsways gave my mom a hard time, crying and kicking and so on.

So no time to enjoy for her...

I was about 10 years old. In our home the red and black Rexall Victoria combination set was kept on the top shelf in a closet located in the bathroom. I don't know why but that box was always on my mind when I would use the bathroom. So many times I would take it from the closet and read the instructions on the back of the box and would assemble the apparatus and play around with it. Usually I would insert the small enema nozzle in my rear using soap as a lubricant with no water in the bag, have an instant erection and would then masturbate. At that age it didn't take too many strokes before ejaculation would come about. Sometimes I would also try it with water in the bag. On one of those occasions my mother thought I was spending too much time in the bathroom and started questioning me through the closed door. My answer about what I was doing in there so long must have sounded like a lie to her. Next was the most embarrassing moment of my young life. Mother opened the door and walked in on me while I was playing with the enema equipment. Fortunately I didn't have it in my rear yet. Mother simply asked if I needed to have an enema. I being so embarrassed said no I don't need an enema mother. I told her I was just checking out the equipment but I think my wise mother knew better about what was going on but she chose not to embarrass me any further. She put the enema equipment back in the box and in the closet. She very nicely told me if I want an enema now or anytime in the future she would be glad to give it to me but she did not want me doing it myself because I may injure myself with the nozzle. Oh if she only knew how many times that nozzle was in my rear! I was still too embarrassed to take her up on her offer to give me an enema. If I could only go back in time to that day my answer would have changed to yes! yes! I need an enema. Mother please prepare and give me an enema right now. Thank you my dear mother for being so nice and understanding in those days gone by.

I don't think that my mom enjoyed giving me and herself enemas. I don't think she gave them to my father.

Mom just used them when she thought that they were needed.

No idea if she enjoyed giving enemas but my sister and I got them every Friday evening and if got any sign of illness that meant extra enema when we were small it was a bulb type but as got older was bag think most mums back then were same all my friend's got enemas at some time or other not all got them as often but still had them

Early on Mom never gave enemas but was very strict. I was in grade 7 spending the night with a friend when my stomach started to bother me. Mrs Jarden checked me over and announced I was in need of an enema. I had no ideal what that was even. Mrs Jarden soon telephoned my Mom who gave permission along with "if James doesn't cooperate don't be afraid to spank his bottom." well I didn't cooperate and soon felt the bath brush on my bare bottom before, during and after my first ever enema. Mrs Jardon filled me three times and used that brush on my bottom before each time. After that she must of had a talk with Mom because suddenly Enema equipment showed up at home.

I never really knew anything about Mom giving enemas to Dad but I wouldn't be surprised if she did. I do however believe she enjoyed giving them. She was always a little too happy during the procedure sweet talking to me and my Sister. I was at first reluctant at being on the receiving end of her Red Bulb, later on I grew to love having the tip stuck up my bottom and feeling the warm soapsuds solution filling my bowels. My Sister on the other hand almost seemed to like having it done, at least she didn't fuss over it like I did and she talked to Mom during the procedure.

I think there was/is a fine line. I think most mothers used them when their children were ill. Then there were mothers who might have enjoyed giving enemas just a bit. And then I think there were those mothers who used them just because...illness, punishment, some strange perverse desire of their own!!!

I can't say for sure that she enjoyed giving me enemas, but she was certainly good at it and didn't hesitate to get the syringe out and use it on me. Two or three days without a bowel movement and, despite my protests, I would find myself in the bathroom getting a "good syringing", as she called it. She was a master with that bulb syringe and a bowl of Ivory soapsuds. When she was done with me I can guarantee you that I was thoroughly cleaned out!

I believe that my Mom did get enjoyment from giving me enemas. Maybe not at first, when I was little and got them as needed, but when age 10 came along and I got them regularly every Friday night. It was the end of a long difficult work week for her, and may have been cathardic for her to put me through my paces . For her to have that much control over something in her life. To have me shed my clothes and any dignity that I had. She put me in dread and anxiety, full of shame. The pungent smell of ivory soap suds, the moment of penetration. She could hear my moans and sobs, knowing the intensity of the cramps I was submitting to.

Enjoy isn't a word that comes to mind. I think my mom liked giving an enema because she knew it would make me feel better. I am "blessed" with a touch of my mother's irritable bowel. She gave me enemas only on occasion when I was growing up. When she did, I was usually sick in bed. Mom moved a clothes tree next to my bed with hooks for her fountain syringe so I wouldn't have to lie on the bathroom floor. She made such an effort to make me comfortable that I felt an especially strong mother-daughter closeness while she was giving the enema and afterwards when she was coaching to retain it. Five minutes was the magic number for "keeping it in" as Mom coached. Sometimes If I could retain longer we would talk about different things. Those were close times between us that I long remember. I am sure that my mother gave enemas to my dad, especially after he was recovering from back surgery and on pain medication. I'd see the clothes tree from the den in their bedroom during that time and I knew it was there for hanging an enema bag.

As a kid, I never got an enema. I'm sure my mother was traumatized at some point in her life by enemas when she was young. I can remember a doctor recommending giving me an enema. I ended up getting a prescription laxative that ripped my insides out.

So I have no reason to think my mother enjoyed giving them to me. Instead, I think it was one of the many mundane things mothers do because that's what mothers do, but in my case my mother felt she did not want to put her kids thru the trauma she had endured.

I think that I only got them when I was bound up, but that was a frequent condition. I was too busy to stop playing to go inside and "do it"

I don't think she "enjoyed" it, but it was something that all "good" moms did for their kids in the 40's-50's. She had a terrible technique, because she looked at enemas as unpleasant and something to be done as fast as possible. She held the bag at 4-5 ft. over me, never burped the air from the tubing and never lubed the nozzle; intense cramps. By age 13 she let me take it myself and I had figured out how to make it more comfortable; hang the bag much lower, vent the air out of the hose, lube the nozzle (and lube my Johnson for a great orgasm).

My father NEVER got an enema. He was a macho. construction worker and never needed them. Drinking 3 qts. of beer EVERY night gave him plenty of fluids and bowel stimulation.

Mom used the bag on herself only for douching twice a week. She was an EX-LAX junkie.

Kids today, will go to the crapper when needed because they can carry their I-Phones, I pads and tablets in with them---never miss anything

My Mom definitely Loved giving me and my brothers enema's. Being brought up in the 50's and 60's enema's were the cure all for anything that ailed you . From fevers, to tummy aches, to constipation. You either got the red bag or several of the 8 o z red bulbs.

When she started the procedure she was very serious, butt after a while, a smile came over her face as she was lubing the black nozzle and then putting her finger into my rose bud hole to lube it up inside and out. I did my best not to wiggle but sometimes it couldn't be helped.I instinctively clench my cheeks but her strong thumb and forefinger pry my tush apart so she can slide her finger or the nozzle into my hole.The bag was hung from the shower curtain rod so the warm soapy liquid quickly filled my rectum and bowels. There was a lot of cramping but I didn't have to hold it long before mom put me on the toilet to let it out. She had a big smile on her face as she watched me go and then had me bend over the sink so she could wipe me. That became embarrassing as I got older. I know she enjoyed herself giving me the enema because she always had a wet pot in the middle of her pants and it didn't come from the tube or nozzle.

While peeping through the key hole, I could see my mother give my Dad enema's. I also saw him give her enema's as well.

I don't know if she enjoyed giving them to me, but I sure got a bunch of them. I know she took more that I did. Sometimes several a week. I only remember her giving my dad one a couple of times and you could tell that he hated it! I am sure glad I took after my mom instead of my dad!

I, really don't know whether Mom enjoyed giving me my enemas or not, for sometimes I thought that she despised doing it, while other times, she was caring and gentle. I remember one Saturday morning, after I had been bugging her for more than a month to give me one, she acted like I had inconvenienced her something awful. That morning she gave me, If I remember correctly, three enemas. But, it was after I had expelled the first one, that I went into the kitchen where she was sitting at the table smoking one of her Salem cigarettes and drinking a cup of three hour old coffee that I got the feeling she didn't like what she had done. All I had done, was go in there to thank her helping me out. But, I had no more than entered the room, when she jumped up and said "I guess you want another one! right?" and then she uttered "I will never understand this child and his enemas!" With that said, Mom walked past me and headed back to the bathroom where she literally yanked her Rexall Victoria combination syringe off the wall. Another time, though, after her new doctor had told her to stop giving them to me and start giving me oral laxatives such as Castoria or Ex-Lax, she showed her love and kindness for me. That occurred one afternoon when I thought that I had the house to myself. I had gotten the hot water bottle out of her top drawer of her chest of drawers where she had hidden it. I was in the bathroom having just filled the bottle with hot, soapy, and salty water. I was just sitting there on the toilet looking at bottle contemplating my coming enema, when Mom opened the door. She didn't say anything at first. She just came into the room shaking her head. She walked up to me and said "Mike, give it here. You know what our doctor says about those things." I teared up and looked down at the floor. I didn't want to give it to her, but I did. She, then, walked over to the sink where she unscrewed the hose from the bottle and poured the water out. She then left the room. I remained too embarrassed to move. 30 or so minutes later Mom re-entered the room walked over to me and took a seat on the side of tub next to me. She took my hands in hers and tried to explain why she had done what she had done. My eyes, again, watered up and I looked her in the eyes and said "please, Mom, I really do want an enema." She just looked at me with tears in her eyes too. After five minutes or so, she let go my hands and left the room. A minute or so later, Mom returned, but this time she was, again, carrying her syringe. She stopped at the sink, filled the bottle as it had been before and then proceeded to give me the most loving enema I had ever had up to that point. Did she enjoy it? I doubt it, but one thing is for certain, I did....