I remember one Saturday morning my mother came into my room after preparing an enema for me to wake me up. I had been bugging her for months to give me an adult enema…Up to that time, she had always used the small red bulb for my enemas.
Well, she succeeded and took me into my bathroom where I saw the Rexall Victoria combination syringe box laying open on the washing machine that was in my bathroom.
I, then, looked over to my right and saw the box’s red hot water bottle with the red hose hanging below it. On the hose was a silver shut off clamp and below that was the enema nozzle shiny with Vaseline on it.
I gave my Mother a big hug and she gave me the first of 3 enemas that morning.
After the warm water was all in me, my Mother instructed me to sit on her slop bucket so she could see if the enema had done its job. She also told me to come get her when I had finished my business. I did!
After Mom had inspected my business and pouring it into the toilet, she walked over to the wall beside the commode and took down the enema bag. She unscrewed the hose from the bag and turned on the water in the sink, adjusting the water temperature as it poured into the sink. Meanwhile, she handed me the red hose to hold for her.
By the way, I flushed the toilet and sat down on the toilet watching closely as my Mother began the preparations for my second enema.
First, I saw Mom slip the hot water bottle into the flow. It began to swell with maybe a pint or so of water in it.
Second, I saw Mother turn the water off and hold up the bag as if she were inspecting it.
Third, Mom asked for the red hose, but I reached up and grabbed Mom’s hand.
Fourth, Mom looked down at me and asked me “yes, Mike!”
Fifth, I looked down at the floor and then back up at her and said Mom, “Can you please put some more water into the bag?”
Sixth, Mom, again looked down an me, and asked “Mike, are you crazy?”
Seventh, I, again, said “please!”
Eighth, I watched Mother as she shook her head, turn the water back on, adjust the temperature of the water and then stick the red hot water bottle back into the flow.
As the water, again, began to fill the bag with additional water, Mother looked down at me, one more time, lifting the water bottle out of the flow and asked “Mike, is this enough?”
I observed that it was about 1/2 Full….
I smiling up at her and said, “Mom, can you please fill it up all the way?”
She, again, shook her head before putting the bottle back into the flow and filling it all the way up!
…. At which time she turned the water off and again asked for the red hose.
She screwed the adapter plug into the bottle and eased past me hanging the bag on hook that was above the toilet for that purpose.
Water immediately began to fill the hose. I could hear it … bloop, bloop, bloop!
I eased past Mom and took the knee chest position on the floor in front of the sink.
Mom sat down on the toilet and took the hose into her hand..
Soon, I felt her slip the nozzle back into my rectum.
Before, opening the shut-off, Mother leaned over to me and said “Mike, this is an awful lot of water, son. I can’t take this much! You know that you don’t have to take it all!”
I replied back to Mom… saying “I’ll let you know when I am full!”
With that said, Mother opened the tube’s shut-off and my second enema began.
Unlike the first enema that contained maybe a pint at most, this enema was way different.
How?
As the water filled my stomach, Mom: 1) began to gently rub my back and 2) also push in on my belly, and 3) She, also, began to hum one of my favorite songs.
A minute or so later, she shut the tube’s shut-off and asked me… “Mike, have you taken enough of this enema?”
I replied “Mom, I am doing fine… please continue!”
With that said, Mother, again, opened the tube’s shut-off and my second enema of the morning began anew.
As before, Mom continued her gentle back rub and probing off my abdomen as the enema continued to fill my stomach!
A minute or so later, Mom, again, shut the tube’s shut-off. This time she patted my back and said “Mike, I can’t believe it, but you took the entire bag! How do you feel?”
I began to stand up as she pulled the enema pipe from my rectum. I was really full and asked Mom to let me sit on the toilet.
Mom continued to sit on the toilet and she pointed back to the slop pot. I eased over to the pot and released my enema as Mother sat and talked.
When I asked for some toilet paper, Mom handed some to me.. and then got up off of the toilet, reach up, take down the enema bag off the hook, unscrew the adapter from the bag and turn the water in the sink back on!
I got up off the slop pot.
Mom, as before, handed me the red hose.
I sat back down on the toilet and watched Mom as she had done before..1) adjust the water temperature; 2) fill the hot water bottle. But this time, I noticed that Mother did not stop filling the bottle till it was completely full.
Yes, I watched Mom prepare both my second and then the third enemas of that special Saturday morning. What a turn on!