Some of my favorite enema memories (and the basis for many masturbation fantasies) are recollections of bulb enema sessions I was given as a child. Although I resisted her treatments at first, I soon realized that enemas would be given regularly and no amount of fussing would deter mom from giving me a "good enema" when she thought it was necessary.
It became a ritual that I actually began to look forward to and even a few times faked being constipated just to get a good working over with the bulb. I would sit naked on the toilet and watch mom prepare the hot soapy mixture (ivory of course) in the sink, all the while listening to her tell me how good I was going feel after the enema. The red 8 oz bulb with the black tip was carefully filled to the brim, and it was time to get into position. I got up, the toilet lid was placed down and covered with a towel, and I would lay over it with my fanny open to her. She sat on a small stool, rubbed a little vasoline on the tip, parted my cheeks with one hand and slid the nozzle in to the hilt with the other. With a steady squeeze the hot soapy water was slowly sprayed into me until the bulb was empty. I loved that feeling. I would remain in place while the bulb was refilled and then a second bulbful was administered. All the while mom would tell me what a good enema I was taking. For a long time the ritual was the same: 2 bulbs, expel, then two bulbs again. After expelling the second round mom would ask "doesn't that feel good to have a good enema?" Little did she know.