Moms and Enemas

Yes, due to the number I received, it seems it was more than necessary. Of course I didn't want one,,but I got them even when we visited relatives.

I'm sure that my mom enjoyed giving - and taking - enemas. She didn't need much of an excuse to take me down, part my cheeks, carefully lube my butt hole - giving me a good finger-fucking, although I didn't realize what she was doing at the time - and give me a warm soap suds enema. She wasn't as bad as some moms I heard about - "What's that? You've got a sliver in your pinky finger? Well, you just better have an enema (or two or three) for that!" Two of her friends also liked to give enemas - I always seemed to "need" one or more when I was left with either of them to babysit me. One of them was very well built and would strip for the action, first holding me in her lap against her ample bosom as she fingered my ass. OMG my face in her tits and her finger diligently working my anus. I thought it was ok, but could I ever really appreciate that treatment now! Whew! Getting a bit of a stiffy just recalling that.

I'm sure mom got enjoyment from giving us enemas. They were never rushed , given gently. I'm glad she enjoyed giving me enemas because I sure did(do) love(d) getting them.

No I don't think see did enjoy it

Yes both my mommy and older sister enjoy giving me my needed enemas and suppositories,still to this day.As far as giving to my daddy,he left us just after I was born,so I don't know,and mommy hasn't ever said anything.

Mom was always the enema giver or my aunt my cousins and my brother and sister would get the about twice a month but weekly we all got a suppostory but most of the time it didn't not do the job,then the enema was giving that all way did the job,,I know my parents also used enemas my sister and brother and myself loved getting a enema,,back in the 50 and 60s both were used weekly in most houses,,the best part was being over someone's house and seeing some one getting one or the other I wish u could find someone in nj to relive the experance..

I did not know why or when I was going to get an enema. After supper I was told what was coming and I would try to run or hide but always ended up on the bathroom floor with a bulb syringe doing it's job. Looking back and reading others stories I believe that I was given enemas for constipation and nothing else.

I don't think my mom enjoyed giving enemas any more than doing the laundry, or cleaning house. She did it as part of the wife/mother job.. My mom was not the touchy feely kind of woman. Affection, hugs and kisses were not frequent if at all, however for me enemas came to symbolize her caring, she was generally nice when I got enemas and they felt good, so I welcomed them whenever I heard those magic words. "Tommy, I'm going to give you an enema today"

Now as for dad getting enemas from her, I suspect so. Perhaps she got enemas from him as well. It seemed like once a week or so I would go the bathroom in the morning to see the enema bag, hose and nozzle drying. So someone got an enema. Sometimes the big black douche nozzle would be drying from the enema hook in the wall. I was intrigued by it's size and asked about it. I wanted to get an enema with that nozzle, so at age seven when I started sneaking enemas it was my nozzle of choice. I gasped from the big round tip going in, I slid the entire six inches of the douche nozzle into virgin territory. Solo enemas were used by me any time I was home alone.

I don't know if she enjoyed it but she sure did a good job.

I began receiving regular enemas at a very early age, and continued throughout my childhood and teen years. I highly doubt if she experienced any sexual enjoyment out of it, but I am sure that she felt a nurturing satisfaction in helping me feel better and stay healthy. Her administrations were gentle and comforting, even encouraging. If I had difficulty retaining the enema, she would insert a small plug in my bottom to hold it until it was time to expel. As I enjoyed this personal time with her, (and enjoyed enemas) I was always feigning constipation in order to get one. As she gently inserted the nozzle, she would inquire if it was comfortable, and position it until it was. When I was in my early teens, and having difficulty with puberty (frequent and unprovoked erections), she never called attention to it for fear of causing further embarrassment, but instead, continued to give me enemas as needed or requested. One time, after a faked constipation, she asked if I felt better, and wanting another enema, I said that I still felt full. She had me return to the bathroom, and joined me minutes later carrying a long (I thought) rubber tube. She instructed me to get on my hands and knees as she assembled the enema and colon tube. Lubing my butt, she slowly began inserting the tube, moving it forward and back, advancing it a little at a time. As the tube was slowly going up my butt, I experienced sensory overload and ejaculated all over the towel! She said nothing, but continued to advance the tube until it was firmly seated and completed the enema.

After that embarrassment, I feared that my enema days were over, but they continued. The only difference was that she would ask if I preferred the nozzle or the colon tube.

My mom did not enjoyed giving enemas. She did it only because she believed it was necessary from time to time and she even told me that as I got older. For her it was an unpleasant job.

Yes indeed , there were bags and bulbs in both bathrooms and in plain sight.

I think my Mom, and most others' here, considered enema-giving a necessary skill as part of caring for the family's health, especially during illness or serious constipation. This included cleaning out my dad on a couple of instances I know for certain. The treatments were fairly clinical, including use of a hospital type enema can.

I don't know if she enjoyed the enemas she gave me, but I certainly didn't. I think she perceived it as just doing her job taking care of me, just like taking care of a scraped knee. She certainly didn't hesitate to get the syringe out and use it on me whenever she sensed I was having trouble going to the bathroom. If she started asking me when I had last moved my bowels I knew I was in trouble and where it was going to end up. Eventually I would be called into the bathroom and there on the counter would be the bulb syringe and a bowl of Ivory soapsuds. I would be placed face down on a towel on the floor and she would give me (as she called it) a good syringing despite my protests and pleading. She really knew how to give an effective enema and clean me out.

My childhood and adolescent enemas came mainly from my aunts, who were my mothers younger sisters. I don't believe that my mom gave my father enemas, but as I displayed any sign of constipation, or a stomach complaint, or a hangnail, they loved to show up and take me over their knees. My mother had a huge collection of fountain syringes, colon tubes, nozzles, etc, and was not afraid to bring them out. They would sit side by side on two chairs, with me over their laps, the chairs on a huge Turkish towel, in the event that there was any leaked water. This would have been early 1950s, indeed the golden years of home administered enemas. The times that I enjoyed most were when they would hike their dresses up ostensibly to prevent getting any water on their clothing, as they always had garter belts and nylons with seams, and modestly kept their knees together. But laying across their warm legs gave me a measure of comfort, and I eventually became a very compliant patient!

I just don't know the answer and never will. Mom was certainly not obsessed with enemas as I am. Her bag was mostly for douches. Her sister had a bag, and same questions would apply. My gut impression was that it was a medical decision, not sexual. Mom did not give to dad. He was not into it.

Enough said.

I did not get them every week but it seemed I got as many to prevent constipation as I got to take care of it.

I have received many many enemas from my mother over the years. She is a nurse and looks on them as part of her job and a part of being a mother.

I don't know if my mom enjoyed giving enemas. I think she thought it was part of her duty and obligation as a parent and a health professional.

She did have an obsession about my sister and my bowel habits.

My sister and I have compared notes on this subject many times.

Our bowel habits were discussed at every pediatrician appointment.

I never loved the cramping of the water, but I did come to enjoy the anal stimulation.

My sister hated them with a passion, but uses them regularly on her children.

You know the way I have read some of the things the way people here got their enemas as a kid . I still don't understand why even today so many MOM'S hate to give their kids enemas . I mean yes the doctors have made them think that a laxative is easy now. But really they take to long to work . An the child can get feel so much better in little time with a good enema . An it does always have to be a BIG one . It's just the loving act a MOM can do as to a enema . That can make the child feel loved and cared for . Like most said on here I am sure in no way did MOM's get a sexual thing out of giving their kids enemas . They felt I am sure they were doing their best to take care of their child . An make them feel all better . It is just one of those things that happens when one gets a nice enema done right . It stirs up sexual feelings no matter the age .

I've said this in other posts; My mom was all business when it came to enemas. My younger brother was always down with some stomach problem, or bowel problem, or "Mom, I don't feel good". So by virtue of all his problems, he received a ton of enemas, and he fought her every time, because he did not like them one bit. (so he says) However it didn't cause him to change his eating habits, or anything else, for that matter. I don't believe my mother enjoyed it all that much, mostly because of all the fighting. As for myself, I didn't really get into the enema until I was about twelve.

Don't think mom enjoyed giving them to me and my brothers...dad helped her sometimes. But she thought she was helping if we had a stomach ache so I guess that was her motivation.

Mom probably did give Dad an enema or 2 ... and probably got a few from him ... but i don't really know. They were very discreet when it came to what they did ... and when they did it. As for Mom enjoying giving me enemas ... probably ... but when i was sick ... it was more of a Mom thing to give me an enema ... and depending on how sick i was ... is how the enema was given to me by her. If she gave me an enema because i hadn't gone for a couple of days ... then it was more of a mother - daughter type of time ... privacy was pretty much guaranteed because my older brothers usually fled the house when Mom got out the enema bag. So ... yeah ... i think when it came to 'those' types of enemas ... Mom enjoyed our time together ... i did too. 😃

I think most Mom's did enjoy giving their daughters enemas as the experience probably brought them closer together. I never asked my own mother...too embarrassed to ask!! Ka

There were times when I wished I had my mother around to give me the enema my father had to step up and give me.

He did say that he thought that enemas for girls are "much better when given by the mother!" and that he wished there was a mother to give them to me, but "We both have to play the hand we've been dealt. If we trust each other, and give each other the benefit of the doubt, we'll both get through it OK!"

I know from my nursing experience. We had to ask the patient if he or she had ever had a enema before. The answer by the older patients always was yes my mother gave them to me all the time.

I think mom enjoyed giving me enemas, and I do think she enjoyed giving them to herself. I don't think dad was ever involved.

As a kid, I rarely got an enema. 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. No more enjoyment in giving a kid an enema than in changing sheets, washing dishes, changing diapers, etc.

A open top syringe always hung on the hook on the back of the bathroom door used as needed

I have to say that mom gave use enemas for health as well as all that ailed us, she for sure did them because she cared very much for us and because it was the family thing to do since her mother did the same for her.

I resisted and begged not to get them but over her lap or into the knee chest position I went, latter on I decided to try out the bag on my own and did so succesfully, feeling guilty, I told my mom and she played it of but after telling her I still fought getting them and my mom would leave the bag full and let me know where it was, but I was afraid to use it. I started to go and use it after a while and mom would ask though the door if I was ok and I said yes and that I just had to go, now looking back, I wish I could go back when mom and I had our enema time because it was so loving and close when I think about it I can feel that feeling that I want back so badly, once I regret that I had a bad belly ache and my mom wanted to give me an enema and I wouldent let her, to this day I kick my self for not letting her, love you mom, can`t wait to see ya again