Do you think mom's enemas were sexual for her

You enjoy enemas I enjoy enemas I can't help but think our parents had the same feelings we do !

I don't think my Mom had any sexual experience from enemas. I know she would give me my enemas many times when she thought I needed one or when I asked her to give me one. One Saturday morning, I remember, was special, but she for some reason became angry at having to give me my enemas saying "I don't understand this child and his enemas!" as she came in to give me my third enema of the morning. After I had expelled that final third enema of the morning I went into our kitchen and found Mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. I went up to her, wrapped my arms around her and told her thanks. She sort of pushed me away lightly and said "Mike, I guess you are welcome! But, I just don't understand why you like taking enemas so much!" I smiled back at her and again said "thanks!" She waved me off shaking her head as if I was pure loco.

She left when I was 3, but I'm told they were.

That's why I may have been better off without her.

If I ever find her alive, It won't be the FIRST or even the second question that comes up, but it will come up!!

I think she did.

I honestly don't know. What I do know is that I have never had another enema like mom's!!!

I believe my Mom's enemas were sexual because of her moans while giving herself an enema every night. She also took them naked. Also, talking about them to anyone and everyone "I just can't have a bowel movement without taking a nightly soapsuds enema, I'm so constipated."

I sure know my uncles enemas were sexual for him

My guess is they were. The folks divorced when I was about 11, and my Mother never remarried. My mother continued to give herself enemas periodically, mostly when I and my sister weren't home, but I would see the open-top fluted amber bag hanging in the bathroom drying out with the hose and enema nozzle still attached to it. I received enemas as a child (roughly age 3 to 6), and they were the "cure all" for what ever ailed me at the time.

I'm quite certain that Mom's enemas were both physically and sexually satisfying, especially those she took late at night when she thought I was asleep. Sometime during her third enema she would be breathing very hard and faster than normal, sometimes with soft vocalizations and/or moans. It was only after many years away from home that I realized what was probably going on in the one small bathroom our old house had. My father died when I was quite young and she never remarried so I think the enemas were a good sexual outlet for her. I wish she were around to ask. I'm sure she would not hesitate to give me an honest answer. Mom's open top amber latex bag was always hanging on the back of the bathroom door and was seldom dry. Between the two of us it got a lot of use.

I feel since they are for some of us they certainly may have been for her.

That is an interesting question. Proably were

I have no doubt about my answer. The very few that my mom gave were only on an "as needed for medical purposes" basis, and there never ever was anything sensual about them. They were pretty much the same as giving an aspirin.

No, she hates to receive an enema and makes no bones about it, however when we were kids she would give us one quick enough.

Don't really know what the sexual aspect was for her.

I have been able to find out that before I was born my parents did engage in enema taking and giving to each other as well as separately. So there was no doubt a sexual element at some level.

My mother was a late child in the family, so most of her siblings were at least in early adolescence before she was born, and had their own lives by the time she reached her mid-teens. As a result, her mother was used to raising several children, but by then it was just her and one brother who turned out to be a M-F transgender.

I am told that she was not only given enemas by her mother until an older sibling's wife, who was a nurse explained that she was more than old enough to do it herself, and should be doing them herself.

She also was essentially forced to douche more often than she was comfortable with. I'm told she liked a douche occasionally but not nearly as often as her mother pushed on her.

I don't know about sexual, but I think they were used by her to get attention, a feeling of being cared for. My father gave her enemas frequently, they left the door open so nothing overtly sexual was happening and after it was given my father would go on with his day, Starting at my age of 8 and lasting until I went oft college at 18, my mother frequently asked for me to give her an enema, As I got older I would prepare the enema but always handed the nozzle to her for insertion. The enemas from my father didn't stop.

Yes I think my mother enjoyed douching and taking enemas. She did them regularly almost daily and left the enema bag hanging next to the toilet.

Growing up I didnt think so, but now that I look back on all those teenage enemas, I realize the enemas were sexual for mom.

No, I don't believe there was anything sexual for mom when administering enemas to us as kids. Part of her job as a mother was to make sure her kids were cleaned out regularly and thoroughly. Enemas were not only the remedy for constipation or sluggish bowels, but were given at the onset of any illness, during an illness, after an illness, as a preventative measure, and sometimes just because it had been awhile since the last session. It was all very matter-of-fact and became an accepted routine. Nothing sexual was said or inferred, notwithstanding my uncontrollable erections as I got older. It was all health related to her and she would always talk about the necessity and benefits of a good enema during those sessions.

Looking back, I do suspect however there was more than just colon cleansing going on in the bathroom when mom or dad would administer to each other. Just a guess.

I do think when my aunt administered an enema, she did get a thrill out odf it. She administered many in her day and the older we got, the longer it took for her to set up, fill and administer them. I wanted to ask her about it but sadly she passed before I had the opportunity. She thought the enema was a "cure all" for everything from sickness to punishments.

For the enemas she gave herself, or likely the ones she had from a neighbor, friend, my aunt, dad, I am sure there would have been a sexual component. For her own enemas overt, with the others less so to totally hidden.

For the enemas she gave me when I was young the main thing would have been satisfaction, pleasure, in being a good mother and doing what good mothers had to do sometimes.

When I was older she was very aware of the effect enemas had on me as with just the mention of the word I'd start to become erect. Even though I might protest I didn't need an enema, didn't want an enema, please not an enema, she knew while part of me dreaded it, part of me was looking forward to it and I know from things she'd say she understood.

My mom HATED enemas for herself. She was an Ex-Lax addict. I only saw her once preparing an enema for herself, after all her laxatives failed. She was NOT happy about it. No wonder, she was horrible at administering them; never burped the hose, lubed the nozzle, nor hung the bag at a reasonable height. Her overriding principle was, get it done as fast as possible.

She allowed me to self-administer at age 13, because she was embarrassed by my pubic hair and erections. I figured out right away to burp the hose, lube the nozzle and hang the bag at a reasonable height, (as well as lube Mr. Happy)

Over this past Christmas holiday I met my aunt from Saskatchewan face to face the first time. She's my mom's only sister. Mom has several much older brothers but that was one of the siblings who was close to her.

When I asked my Aunt why Mom left, she dodged the question. Later when the subject of enemas came up, she mentioned that while they both got a lot of enemas from their mother, the biggest and most difficult ones were from their Grandmother. It "Was not really the exception" that Grandma would fondle them Especially just before and during insertion. Also, when Grandma was unavailable it was sometimes necessary for their Dad to "Hold her in position" while Mom gave the enema. This was Ontario in the 1960s so this sort of behavior was not really something the legal system was equipped to handle.

She told me about an early Saturday Morning phone call.

One day when I was maybe about a year old, or less, Mom called up my aunt early in the morning and said, " You remember what Grandma used to do to us when she gave us enemas" She responded "too well!" Mom said, " I was giving Lisa a routine enema and I ALMOST did the same thing!!!! Stopped myself less than half an inch before I did it!!! I nearly hurt my only child!!!" By this time she was sobbing, " PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! Talk mo down enough that I can finish the enema without hurting my ow child, then call me back, and be that little sister to me, at least over the phone!!!"

My aunt did that. No one is sure if my Mom ever had those feelings again., but my Aunt believes she probably did, and they may have driven her to leave, or at least became a factor in her leaving. She didn't trust herself with me after that. After that my aunt says "She was always walking on egg shells even touching me, even when she should have relaxed and trusted her instinct.

I think women are taught to find enmas sexual by mom, or grandma.

It started with the beginning of her period in very early teens.

Mom is helping her, by admnistrating and holding the enema bag. This is because back in her day she was taught the enemas helped with the associated monthly cramping from the periods. Then as the enema bag empties, mom says; you're told to "hold it", mom helps her with getting the discomfort of holding out of her mind by touching her daughter. The daughter then begins to associate the enema and its retention of the warm soapy water, with the sensual feelings from mom's touch.............Forever! This young girl associate the enema with sexual gratifaction. A N D for most women in that situation, it becomes a life-long deep dark secret.

I believe many if mant of these women were totally honest, they would admit often on occasion they have found themselves in bed with boyfriends, lovers, or husbands, doing all kinds of sexual acts. But NEVER got up enough nerve to say "I know your really trying hard to satisfy me, but I'd actually prefer a nice worm soapy enema".

Frankly, if they married these lovers, they have unfortunately traveled life never really being totally satisfied. I'm not saying they cheat, but I know they look at what they see as attractive people in the office, or at a cocktail parties, or even walking on the street. They wonder if that person would be receptive in giving them 2 qts of rather warm soapy water, just as foreplay....If the ever got the nerve to dare ask! I know they can't say that to their spouse, because the feared response would be "where the hell did that come from".........so the just keep going through life looking and thinking.

Absolutely they were sexual not only for mom but for my step-dad, Aunt, and Uncle as well. I know this because I was the recipient of the enema. Most of them were given with the eight ounce red bulb with the nozzle coated in Vaseline.

I was given anywhere between four or eight of the bulbs sliding in and out of my well coated rose bud hole.

By the time I was 13 and 14 my boyhood got stiff and several times I climaxed over their laps. After the enema's were given and I got up to sit down and evacuate, I saw wet spots on my step-dad's and Uncle's pants. I also saw wet spots on my mom's and Aunt's pants. I also felt the climax that my step-dad and Uncle had.

@DST said

Absolutely they were sexual not only for mom but for my step-dad, Aunt, and Uncle as well. I know this because I was the recipient of the enema. . . . . I also saw wet spots on my mom's and Aunt's pants. I also felt the climax that my step-dad and Uncle had.

Enemas MUST have been sexual for all of them, especially your parents who allowed all these people to give you enemas.

It seems like your parents allowed these people to use you.

Why else would so many people have given you enemas?

Did you ever feel abused?

Did you enjoy their making it sexual?

It's really just an educated guess, but I seriously doubt the very few enemas I got from my RN mother were remotely sexual for her.

Eric

I doubt it very much that enemas were in any way sexual for her or my dad. When I was young the enemas mom gave me were small, quick, and without a lot of fuss or fanfare, like she just wanted it to be over. When I became older and aware that I "liked" those enemas and started giving them to myself, I started paying attention to the location and position of the enema syringe. Two reasons: If mom was watching for my use of it-to make sure I put it back exactly how I found it, and so I could tell if somebody else used it between the times I did. There was no evidence mom or dad used that enema syringe on anybody but me and my brother. As a teenager, I snooped in their bedroom to see if they had another syringe for their own use or other stuff hidden. Other than mom's douche bulb, I found nothing.

I have often wondered, I think it was more a control thing for my mother but who knows

My mom was a nurse in the enema Golden years and gave plenty at work and at home. I never got the impression she thought it was in any way sexual and although I knew she got them for childbirth never saw her giving herself one or had any evidence of that. I would be surprised.

Why is it I have this pure image of my parents in which I cannot believe they did anything sexual or were even horny. Imagine if I only knew the truth, ha... Will say this, they sure did a good job of keeping it hidden from me..