Growing up, all my enemas were in the bathroom. Mom sat on the side of the tub with her fountain syringe hanging from the shower curtain rod and then I lay across her lap, nude and she would have her night gown pulled up so that my penis was between her legs. She would squeeze her legs together during my enema and it stimulated me bigly.
When my mom visited me in my first apartment, she insisted on giving me an enema and I asked her to give it to me on my bed which included a hook on the ceiling and a rod to hang the bag on so it was at the right height for a proper enema
I got on the bed on my stomach as she was in the bathroom getting my enema ready. She always wore a sheer white night gown for my enemas. When she came into the bedroom carrying the yellow latex bag with the black top and black douche nozzle, she sat on the side of the bed and asked me to spread my legs. I was laying on my stomach, so she could not see how turned on I was.
She then lubricated my bottom and slowly inserted the nozzle. This was the first time she ever gave me an enema with the long black douche nozzle with a screw-out tulip end that felt so god as she pushed it in my bottom.
Once inserted, she asked me to turn over and I could no longer hide my huge erection...........so I went with it and began toughing myself as she asked me to spread my legs wider.
As I did that she reached between my legs and held the nozzle in place in my bottom and then started moving it in and out while I came to a massive orgasm.
She kept the nozzle in place until the whole bag emptied.
Then when I told her I needed to go, she took the nozzle out....slowly......smiled at me and said, "you sure seem to like that. Be sure to let me know when you need another enema."
This actually happened.