Do you think mom's enemas were sexual for her

I guess like most kids, though it was an immaculate conception... 😁

I did know that my mother was very much into enemas - but thought it was for her health...

Yeah, right.

YOU don't take enemas for your health, why would you ever think your mother did?

Women are just better at covering up our horny tendencies because we're respectable! 😁

You like giving and receiving enemas ,it’s why your here. You get off on it you don’t think mom did maybe it got her motor running for when dad got home.....

Yeah, right.

YOU don't take enemas for your health, why would you ever think your mother did?

Women are just better at covering up our horny tendencies because we're respectable! 😁

I posted about this in another thread, where I said that I suspected that parents regularly giving their kids enemas got some kind of sexual gratification from it. In fact, I am today quite convinced of it. I think that even my own mother (rest her soul), being a hyper-religious and pious person, got off in some way on giving us enemas, all under the pretext of it being a universally accepted health practice in those days. Just imagine the absolutely taboo nature of this in our politically correct world today.....

Yeah, right.

YOU don't take enemas for your health, why would you ever think your mother did?

Women are just better at covering up our horny tendencies because we're respectable! 😁

As always, you are probably right, but kids can't accept their parents liking or doing something sexual, at least I couldn't... It might have something to do with my having very strong anti-incest feelings since I never found my older young adult sister sexy despite her having lots of guys chasing after her...

To the best of my knowledge, enemas were not used in our home when I was a child -- and like many kids, I was curious enough to be classified a snoop, so I'm sure I'd have run across something as conspicuous as a bag and hose in my exploring of the premises. But even if enemas had been part of our family scene, it would not, probably even today, occur to me spontaneously that they might have meant an erotic experience for my mother. It's not that I deny she was a sexual being or pure as the driven snow. Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, we get past all that by age ten at most, and I'm well past that! But she was so consistently proper in her role as The Mom, I have no example of sexuality to recall. Then, I couldn't even imagine her going through the motions necessary for pregnancy -- even though she had three of us, maybe before in vitro fertilization was a procedure available for humans. She did have a less prim sister whose body in a bathing suit I allowed myself to admire. Like Eugene Morris Jerome in Brighton Beach Memoirs, my wandering mind appreciated my aunt's assets, which were pretty ample and mesmerizing as they'd jiggle in a game of volleyball or a trot back into the water. And then I'd feel a wave of shame for entertaining such thoughts and knowing that Little Willie was standing proud in my trousers!

When I was very young, about three, a cosmetic sales lady was talking to mom about her skin products and recommended that mom take daily enemas. I thought wow, maybe me too as I had a tingling feeling in my groin thinking about it. I don't think she bought anything or took any enemas. I was always sticking things in my bottom.

One morning I walked in on my Mom and Dad wrapped Moms house coat doing a standup job in the kitchen doorway. I never saw them move so fast. A few minutes later I returned and they were in opposite sides of the room looking up with that "Who me" look.

My mother was a nurse in the 50s and 60's and they were given before and usually after any major surgery. If you were having a baby you got one before and on the way out about 90 % of the time. I got them as a kid because she and my grandmother thought a cleaned out kid was a good kid. I never got any impression that it was sexual in any way. I never heard her doing one other than calling the hospital and ordering one for herself in childbirth. My dad got them every Saturday night from his mom in the 1930s and I never got that impression from him either. My mom did give him one when they were both in their 80s after he had major health problems but while it was sexual for me it never was for them.

I think the sexual aspect of enemas, is the reason our grandmother taught my brother, sister, and I how to self administer as we entered puberty. Because, after being given the green light to enema ourselves, it didn’t take us six mouths to figure out the sexual aspects for ourselves. Looking back, I think, that was an aspect of enemas they didn’t wanted to deal with. You have to remember, sex wasn’t talked about like it is today, in the late 50’s an early 60’s, but enemas sure were.

I don’t believe so we were dirt poor growing up lots of kids sick father, rarely did any of us go to the doctor it was just how it was in those days.

Not sure it was sexual for her... I head her tell my grandmother that she took too many enemas.. maybe the erotic nature of enemas skipped a generation and landed on me.

It didn't seem like giving me enemas was sexual or erotic for my mother, she passed the buck/bag to my older sister as soon as she reasonably could. With mom it was a non event and dad never got involved. If either of them took enemas, it was unknown to me, still is. Sis never mentioned it either. I do know that sis found them sexual and used enemas as such. So did I. I still do.

Good Morning Everyone, I can tell you that my mother's enemas were very sexual for her, whether they started out to be that way for her during a session, I was never too sure, but I can safely say that they always ended up being completely sexual for her, and I was okay with it, she was doing what she needed to do and I knew she was also staying healthy by taking the enemas in the manner that she did...She always had a couple two or three friends who used to come over to our house and help her with her enemas...Sometimes both or all 3 would show up, and it was at those times, my heart went out to her, because those enemas were very strict and intense for her, I would occasionally see them begin the enema, but never watched the whole thing unfold, but I would hear her moan almost every time the nozzle was being inserted, she had a double balloon inflated type nozzle and a long , curved douche type nozzle that her friends used to use on her, and they would make certain that depending on which one was being used on her at the time, that the nozzle was inserted as far in as they could possibly get it, and she would let out a few moans every time this took place ...She would moan during the insertion, and as the clamp was snapped open and the solution began to rocket into her.. I know this because under her breath she would tell the ladies just how hot the solution was or how fast it was rushing into to her and she would beg them to please slow it down...I truly believe my mother was a genuine real life submissive, because she always did what she was instructed to do by those who gave her the enemas, and she did her very best to follow the orders or instructions to the letter ….Many times I saw her being escorted from her bedroom to our bathroom, and this was not a short walk at all...I would be in my room while listening intently to what was happening to her, and to her moan and softly plead or beg, but she never once asked them to please stop the session at any given time--she took as many enemas as she was instructed to do, and sometimes her enemas could last 3 or 4 hours-- if not quite a bit longer...She was never allowed to wear any type of clothing during her enemas, and only allowed to carry a small hand towel with her to the bathroom to drape in front of herself to cover up her breasts and it only barely reached the top of her pubic hair...None of her friends that gave her enemas were ever very easy with her, and I think this was the real turn on for my mother.. She told me in confidence a couple of times, that if the enemas she was being given did not hurt too badly, then she felt they were not all that effective for her..There must have been something to this, because she always looked better after a long enema session with them, and was in a better frame of mind, and seemed more youthful, so for her, the trade off was well worth it ..She did this for a good many years while I was growing up..They never had sex with her, at least I don't believe, but never knew for sure...I can recall once, her friend Cathy came over to give her a series of enemas, and my mother always made sure to give me a heads up and let me know would be going on before anything ever began, she would say something to me like " The girls are coming over to give me my enemas, just wanted to let you know , in case you see me running around here , nude and you hear me moaning or groaning in my room..." Or something to the fact that so and so was coming over to help me with a much needed series of enemas ...Hearing this always sort of made my clit tingle, not too sure why , but it did ...Continuing, Cathy arrived at about 3:00 pm and my mother was already undressed and fully nude under a see through robe, and Cathy set about the business of getting her enema all prepared, and I could hear my mother ask her -just as Cathy entered her bedroom, to please make she sure she got a good thorough clean out, and to please not be easy with her at all during any of it...Well a few minutes later I heard my mother moaning quite a bit and she was begging Cathy to " just get that damned thing in me as far as it needs to go ", well she was using the double balloon nozzle on her and was having a hard time getting it all the way in...A few minutes later Cathy started using a very stern tone with her and told her to loosen up so she could get it all the way in, then a minute later I heard the sounds of swats coming through the air, and knew my mother was getting spanked , and spanked good for not following orders or doing what was asked of her...Cathy finally got the nozzle in her and began to fill her good with the enema...My door was open a bit and I saw my mother walk past it about 15 to 20 minutes later, and her bottom looked like it was on fire, it was so red, and her tummy was huge !!! Cathy followed closely behind her and was carrying the flat enema bag, and left the hose and nozzle in my mother as they made their way to the bathroom, for her to expel...But on the way there, I heard my mother confess to Cathy, that she was soaked and that her clit was so stiff, she could hardly stand it.. She also asked Cathy if she would be getting more enemas as she slowly walked in front of her, and Cathy told her-- you will be getting a few more, so don't fret about that ...I knew at that moment that the enemas were a massive turn on for my mother, and that each time she was given them either by one or more of her friends, that it was going to be a sexual encounter for her...I also figured this out, because right before my mothers enemas were to begin, while she would be waiting for her friend or friends to arrive to help or begin her session, her nipples would get or become extremely erect as she walked around our house totally nude...Her demeanor would change as well...She would act more sheepish and become very soft spoken and even a bit nervous or anxious.. So, yes her enemas were very sexual for her , as they are for me to this day...My mother I think had a love/ hate thing when it came to the enemas she took or was given.. I still can recall a good many of her sessions, as I was almost always home when they would take place, but I will never complain, as they fueled my mind for many , many masturbation sessions, as I would relive them in my mind and they never failed to make me climax very wildly ...Enjoy Everyone !!

Not sure how mom felt other then the first time I became erect when she was giving me one she became very uneasy. That made me feel embarrassed thinking I had done something wrong and event change from an enema I needed to an enema to a nasty little boy. My grandmother on the other hand looked at things totally differently. The first time I became erect I tried to cover the nasty little thing up, she slapped me and told me to move my hands. She told me it was normal that at times guys might or might not get an erection. Enemas after that when I became erect she never tried to ignore the fact, but on the other hand never seemed to concentrate on it either, to her it was a nonevent. Im sure she was not getting anything sexual out of it, it was something she felt she needed to do as a concerned caregiver

My grandmother on the other hand looked at things totally differently. The first time I became erect I tried to cover the nasty little thing up, she slapped me and told me to move my hands. She told me it was normal that at times guys might or might not get an erection. Enemas after that when I became erect she never tried to ignore the fact, but on the other hand never seemed to concentrate on it either, to her it was a nonevent. Im sure she was not getting anything sexual out of it, it was something she felt she needed to do as a concerned caregiver

@06new - I do not dispute that your Grandmother was acting as a care giver in giving you enemas, but I’d like to ask why when you became erect she slapped your hands and told you to move them, going on to say an erection was normal? She could have said and done nothing, just ignored it.

Stories like yours are common on Zity and I wonder if, as well as giving care, there could have been some quiet sexual pleasure as well? Both, not either/or in other words. I have often wondered if, going back all those years to a pre-internet age where sexual images were far less accessible and largely of naked female images circulated amongst men, the fact that a visiting older female could strip a boy naked and do something that might give him an erection could have been a quiet perk of the job?

If your partner asks you to look at their genitals/anus for a medical concern, a rash or soreness say, of course we all do, but how many can claim no unspoken sexual pleasure at the same time as helping someone? Aunts and Grandmothers can have sexual feelings too, as well as being caregivers.

I doubt enemas were sexual for my mother. Although enemas were common in our household - and my mother would tell me how much better I would feel after a 'good enema' since she always felt better after an enema. I think they were more an extension of the guilt she felt since she had to go to work as a single widow with kids instead of being home to raise us. So when she was able to provide care, she did it in an over-the-top way - it affirmed her role as a good mother.

In going through her personal things - first as a snoopy teenager, then as an executor of her estate - we found nothing of a sexual nature. No dirty books, no vibrators, no sex toys, no lubricant except Pond's- it was like snooping on a saint. After my father died when I was 5 I don't think she had sex again until I was in my mid twenties after she remarried. Since her second husband was fairly older than she, I don't think she married for sex - more like her retirement plan!

Now my aunt - who was a spinster RN - was a different story. I don't think she especially liked children, but did seem to like giving enemas and baths to us boys. She was very clinical and no nonsense, but she often found a reason for us to be on the receiving end of her enema bag. Nobody in the family thought much of it - she was an RN after all and knew what was best for us. Yeah, right! I don't think she was the Virgin Mary either, although she never married.

I am almost certain my mother's enemas had a sexual component. Twice after she had given me an enema I found her taking one herself within the next hour. The first time I needed to use the bathroom again but the door was closed and I heard her inside. I looked through the keyhole and she was lying on her side taking an enema and talking to herself and encouraging herself to finish the bag. The second time I chose to look at the bathroom within a short time after my enema, and looked through the same keyhole. This time she was lying on her back taking an enema with the same kind of encouraging words to herself. Both of these occasions took place when I was in my middle teens and I never got another enema at home from her, but those two incidents were compelling evidence that giving me an enema certainly made her want to take one and her comments to herself made it really obvious she was emotionally involved.

Maybe grandma did get something out of it that I did not pick up on. She had been a nurse in younger years, maybe that had something to do with it. She did give plenty of enemas so obviously she didn't mind doing it. The first erection was after years of enemas when younger, and I think she was "clearing the air" so to speak on her opinion of spontaneous erections. I guess it has more to do with perception, and I thought she was just taking care of me.

I don't know for sure. But Mom always seemed happy when my sister or I needed . As she put the combination bag together and attached the hose nozzel and clap , she would hum , and smile. After wood she would take the bag into the bathroom after we finished , to clean , take apart and put the bag away, and clean the bathroom. Then she would go to her bedroom and close the door. Thinking back , I wonder if she did herself. She was a single Mom so there was no dad to service her.

Can't say with certainty but I would venture on the side of a ' yes ' . Mother was always ' there ' as to the enema needs of her family as were most moms I knew in the decade of the 1950's - early 1960's when I was still in the home . I said ' yes ' to the question based on the fact that my two sisters and I were receiving enemas for any number of childhood illnesses and / or as mom deemed they were needed . I was close to my mom and as I matured she began to realize that enemas for the two of us had become very much a ' bond ' as to an unspoken ' eroticism ' which was evident to her as she viewed the obvious . We became more transparent in our discussions of enemas and she confided to me that she really ' enjoyed them ' as well . I recall an enema scene when she administered where she indicated in a low but passionate voice ……… ' I must have one of these ( an enema ) today ' . I think that my mother enjoyed the ' inserter / water flow ' role and I came to enjoy the ' receptor role ' ( enemas only ) which for both of us was a juxtaposition of the mom - son / man - woman role . To allay any suspicions , there was at no time any incest and I am ' straight ' as in a widower with a large family . I still have a penchant for women in which the enema , given to or received from them ( the ladies ) , I still find to be an erotic attraction till' this day .

My mom was an RN and was all business. I recall wondering a few times why I got one when I didn't need it and looking back I think it was because my grandmother told her I needed one. She worked at a convalescent wing and I think she gave them every day. They were like watering the lawn. It just had to be done. It was never sexual.

@Moppys_jalopy Maybe she liked the feeling of control. I think my own mother sometimes did things that did have a medical or hygienic reason, but that she could have done otherwise, in a less embarrassing way, and I think this was because she liked reminding us who was boss.

It was quite apparent that enemas were quite prevalent in mom and grandma's repertoire of ways to deal with a variety of maladies. They were often a topic of conversation between adults, both relatives and friends. We kids were privy to many of those conversations, and always knew when one of us was going to be subjected.

With my dad frequently on the road for several weeks at a time, it would stand to reason that a date with the enema bag might mitigate some of the loneliness, or even replace some of those special feelings associated with typical sexual activities. Mom obviously didn't mind having an enema, and even had a bit of a twinkle in her eye or grin on her face when announcing an enema for one of us kids, or even herself. I told the story about mom saying she'd just take extra enemas after consuming brownies the night before a GI exam.

One time, when my dad was present, mom scolded us kids for allegedly playing with the enema/douche bag. She threatened us by shaking that black douche nozzle at us. Dad commented that we should know that mom was serious about enemas and she would carry out her threats of “enemas we wouldn't soon forget”. I got a few of those over my lifetime at home.

In hindsight, my hind end of course, I wouldn't doubt that mom enjoyed her own enemas and likely had those special feelings. She probably couldn't quite apprehend why us kids put up such a fuss when she enjoyed the process to the extent she did.

I’ve always wondered about this as I have gotten older. I know my mother and grandmother took enemas and were never shy about letting anyone know that’s what they were doing. And they both always seemed to get a little too excited when they decided I should be cleaned out.

And they both always seemed to get a little too excited when they decided I should be cleaned out.

I had the same impression about one of my aunts. She and her household help, another very nice lady, always seem to enjoy the work of giving my cousin and I a bath, preceded by a suppository or two. They would both strip down to their undergarments first, so as not to mess up their clothes ostensibly and sensibly, but there was usually something eager about their behavior as they held us tight up against them while pulling buttocks apart to insert the suppositories. They also had a way of looking me directly in the eye that seemed to display the pleasure and amusement they had in getting us both undressed. It was a sort of knowing complicit look. But it was also heart-warming in a way, since both ladies were always kind and solicitous, gentle and unhurried, but also very conscious of their authority.

I think my mother was more uptight about giving me an enema as I was receiving it. In my home regularity was important and if it extended more than two days I know that she tried every stimulant possible before bringing out the red bag. I think that she felt comfortable not giving me one as I only remember two as a child.

@agracier: Didn't the household help hint, later, when you had grown into a young man, that she wanted to bathe you again?

@agracier: Didn't the household help hint, later, when you had grown into a young man, that she wanted to bathe you again?

Yes indeed. I forgot that I must have written about that before.

My aunt's household help also helped at our house later. I was a bit older by then, 14 or so, but my parents didn't trust me to do the sitting for my younger siblings. So the household help also came over at night on occasion when my parents went out. Once when I was going for a bath she pointedly asked if I needed any help washing my back or so. Would I like her help? She looked at me in a manner that even naïve and unexperienced me knew that she was offering much more than just a back scrub. And at that age I was already very adept at using Q-tips and soap and other suitable elongated things as anal insertion instruments whenever I took a bath. I was half wondering if she knew when she asked me. In any case, I bet she knew what kids my age got up to alone in the bathroom and would have liked to help out.

Stupid me, I refused instinctively and went on my way to the bathroom. A bit later, after undressing and going about preparing my simple anal toys, I rather regretted my rapid and stupid turning down of her offer. I know that even if we ourselves had no suppositories or such in the house, the household help had on other occasions made her own soap sticks.

But then when all is said, knowing my tattle-tale sister, she probably would have snitched on me anyway and gotten me (and the help) into trouble.

Still, a real regret on my part. I bet she really would have taken me to hand.

@agracier Just wondering, were you in the bath as the suppositories did their job? I mean, did you have to go poopy after or before the bath?

@agracier Just wondering, were you in the bath as the suppositories did their job? I mean, did you have to go poopy after or before the bath?

Before … ha ha.