I know a lot of us got enemas from mom for about anything. I think it conditioned me for later life in what I like and need. from an enema. Interested in what others think
I think that I had all of the "childhood" illnesses and what I remember was when sick I got eggs all chopped up (Later learned that they were soft boiled) Welche's Grape Juice and an enema. That was the way it was.
Usually ,on fri. night after dinner, Mom would clear away the dinner mess, and I would strip down, leaving my barn clothes in the laundry. I would shower and Mom would change and prepare the enema. She would be waiting in my room, towel across my bed, Vaseline open on my nite stand, swirling the warm liquid in the enamel enema can, bumping the bar of ivory soap against the inside of the can. Mom was fairly strict and no nonsense, so by now I knew no amount of protesting or begging was going to get me out of it. The usual position for me was to lay on my left side , right knee , drawn up,,,but by this time we had both agreed , that I could take more, and be more comfortable doing it on my knees and elbows. My erection would be evident, but not commented on , or seemingly noticed. Sounds were a must. Mom seemed to be pleased if I gasped upon insertion, sighed as the flow , started, groaned as I filled and panted as the cramps began , grabbing up handfuls of the sheets and writhing a bit.
My Mother, rest her soul, knew I loved taking enemas. She would not let me down as she gave me at least one every Saturday morning with her Red Victoria Combination syringe. On the few occasions where Mom did not do it on schedule, I could be found pouting in my room. Needless to say, when Mom saw my demeanor it would always bring her back to reality and out would come the syringe. I can remember one of those times as if it were yesterday. I was really pouting when Mom came in to tell me that she was going to town later and that she wanted me to go with her. I wouldn't even look at her and I think I even had tears in my eyes. Mom sensed something was wrong with me and sat down on my bed where I was laying. She started to rub my back with her gentle fingers and then she asked me what was wrong? I think I turned towards her and said Mom have you forgot something today? Mom jumped up saying "oh! I have." and she left the room only to return a few minutes later with her filled Rexall Victoria syringe in her hand. I jumped up and gave her a quick kiss and together we went to the bathroom where Mom gave me my Saturday special.
Every fri. or sat. Nite,,l would get an enema from my Mom. A routine that lasted until l left home.
I think you are probably correct about early enemas leading to later use. As an only child Mon had plenty of time to keep track of my health. I received occasional enemas up to about age 5 or so. They were done in a caring way and were a private thing that was done for my own good. I still do them for my own good.
Received them from about the age of 3 to 6 from my mother only, and they were always given when I had been ill for more than a couple days. Enemas back then (late 40's for me), were the cure-all for whatever ailed us. They were never negative, and generally pleasurable as I remembered them, which is why I decided to try solo when I reached my early teen years. Been enjoying them ever since.
Got Dozens , if not more from my own Mom. Hated them at first, but somehow the nakedness , embarrassment, and the erotic all became one.
I'm the second generation that did not experience enemas from a mother, grandmother or aunt, at least on my father's side. On my mother's side, she got enemas from all of the above.
I had a lot of enemas from my mother, mostly from the bag but plenty of fleets. I never had enemas from my aunt or grandmother, but many many suppositories were forced into me if I was 'constipated'. I always found them worse than an enema because of the crampy feeling and no release, having to hold it and then nothing coming our but glycerine
Got a enema from my mother and our neighbor when I was about 5 for constipation. All I know is that
I liked having something up my rectum. I would put the enema nozzle of my mothers enema equipment up my butt every chance I got, it felt really nice. I did this until I was 13. I found my moms blue pumpkin enema bag and hose and tried it out. Filled up the bag and then myself felt oh so good. It was not long after that I discovered what a orgasm was and discover that I really shot a load when enema was going in me. Yum.
I have been hooked on them ever since.
Does any one know where I can find good pumpkin enema bags?
mom gave me enemas with frequent watchers, didnt like it then sure wish there was sites more role play mom to sons there is tons of mom to daughters man to woman not very many woman to man enemas and where there is they go far out
My mother was the enema giver in our house. I know she also used them as well but not very often.
My mother was the enema giver, she took them herself, my aunt also gave me enemas every time I went to stay at her house, she too took them after giving me one, those were the good ol days, 2 days no go and you were on the end of the hose, how sweet it was
Enemas were defiantly my Mom’s thing. My Father would have nothing to with them and was NEVER home when I got them, Tuesday or Thursday on bowling night and I assume not working she took care of her needs during the day. Her bag was always on ready on the bathroom door. I would get whiffs on occasions of the unknown purpose of mysterious yellow powder, Massengill, would drift across the hall to my room, on the other hand the strong stench of Ivory I had no question the intent. I can remember times when Mom packing up her enema bag and meeting my Aunt at my Grandmothers to give her an enema. I honestly went to the basement and entertained myself there; I wanted nothing to do with it. The Boomer Era HaHaHa
I was given enemas before I can remember until about 10 or so when I started doing it myself. I think mom knew I was doing myself so she didn't bother. She also knew I was fingering my younger brother and said that maybe i shouldn't do so. She was just nice about it and seemed to know those things happen. My aunt knew all about my enemas so at some time she must have watched. I had three sons with my first marriage and after seperated my youngest asked me for an enema during a visit. I did so with no extra activity but did love to see that lovely 8yr. old bottom. Soooo nice
Being a child in the 1950's, I was introduced to enemas by both my mother and her sister in law, After learning not to resist and just relax I found the experience very pleasurable, but I didn't know why. When I was around 10, I found that if I faked a tummy ache and convinced mom I couldn't go to school, it would only be a matter of time before she'd invite me into her bedroom where a large red bag full of hot soapy water would be waiting for me. Although I never admitted it to her, she knew I really liked it when she gave me an enema!
Our entire family got enemas regularly. I have had my aunt, my sister, and cousins, walk into my room while I was being filled, and walked into their rooms while they were taking an enema. It was no big deal for us, as we knew that we all got them. I have had my aunt give me enemas, my sister gave me enemas, and I was taught how to give them to myself (and others).
My aunt often helps my mom to give me enemas.
While my mom puts me in her lap, my aunt holds the enema can.
I remember my enemas were quite irregular; mom seemed to give them to me whenever she felt like it. I had my last one from here sometime around age 12 or 13. Until age 9 or so, they were given maybe once every month.
When I was very young mom would cover the kitchen table with a towel and placed me on my back. Mom or my aunt would hold my legs toward my chest as the other one syringed me. After a few bulbs a diaper was applied and I remember my tummy being rubbed until I lost control of my bowels and filled the diaper.
My aunt Jean gave me my first bisacodyl suppositories when I was 18.
My mother wanted a girl, but got me, instead. She loved me dearly, but she did make me wear long hair, put me in dresses, didn't let me play with neighborhood children and gave me dolls to play with. Until I was about 7, she gave me enemas, sometimes inviting our relatives to watch, including a female cousin 2 yrs. older than I. While giving me the enemas, she would tell me that girls get more enemas than boys (which is true, but still...) They would be very strong, and although I liked the cuddling and attention that went with it, I would have bad cramps and cry involuntarily when expelling. Even so, I always wanted more, and told her so, often.
I have a strong feminine side and like laxatives of all kinds, especially rectal and I like being submissive. I suspect that my treatment then, and my feelings today, are related.
Sometimes my mother would have my aunt help her give me an enema.Mom would take a fleecey fuzzy soft blanket and drape it over a hot radiator to heat it wile she was getiing the enema bag ready.Then mom and auntie would walk me into the bathroom with mom carring the enema bag and handing the enema bag to my aunt while mom sat on the closed toilet and took the heated fuzzy blanket off the radiator and draped over her lap and had me lay on her warmed blanket covered lap fore a good warm saop suds mommy and auntie enema bag enema.Mom would tell me to relax and insert the enema nozzle while my aunt held up the buldging red Comfy enema bag. would be crying an my auntie would it's ok it's only a niece lelltle warm enema to make you move your bowels. Mom would try talking me throught the enema buy telling me the enema was going to make me feel better.Mom and auntie were very loving and gentle when giving me enemas and as time went on i began to like them.I got to love the feel and smell of the very warm blanket and ths smell of Ivory saop and the enema bag.I wish i coul go back to those time with mom and her warm fuzzy blanket and enema bag in our bathroom getting those wounderful loving enemas.
I know I got enemas as a baby for constipation, and to try to sooth what was apparently ever-present colic. As for enemas that I remember getting, there was only one instance. I was about 17 or 18, and had a bowel impaction. I called my doctor's office, and the nurse said to get two Fleet mineral oil enemas. It was embarrassing buying those at the drug store! Anyway, I asked my mom to administer them to me, and she did.
My list would be the same as yours with the addition of a rectal thermometer.
Westy, other than adding a jar of Vicks and a bottle of cough syrup my mom was like yours. My brother and I both got our share of enemas, but i think I probably got more of them than he did. Also, he was a terror and I was a much easier recipient.
My mom believed that an enema and some aspirin were the basic supplies in the medicine cabinet. My two sisters and I would get enemas when sick, when we hadn't been regular enough, or if home sick from school. I didn't really like the idea of getting one, but was generally cooperative about it. My sisters were much more accepting and my younger sister Emily, who probably got the most, would occasionally come right out and ask for one.
No Auntie enemas here. Just nice warm Ivory SSE's from Mom as a young child.
I received enemas on a regular basis from my mom growing up. The best of my recollection was a weekly event more for constipation because I ate a lot of candy .
But whenever i was ill I got one too. and my aunt who lived 2 doors down almost always participated. I think she enjoyed it more than me. She used to help spread my cheeks and keep me from squirming around while mom inserted the nozzle. Most memorable was seeing my aunts cleavage when she bent over and i even remember catching a beaver shot once , LOL!!!
Probably the reason enemas imprinted on me was the traumatic first series of over the lap bag enemas I received when very young. Scary, painful, embarrassing. Eventually also pleasurable.
There was no explanation or attempt to make those early enemas comfortable. Enemas to my mother were simply one of the means available to her for health care and treatment. An enema was equally weighted with Vicks, mustard plasters, vaporizers and aspirin. At around age seven or eight I realized that of all the treatments forced on me during an illness, only the enema caused me to feel better, if only for a short while. They were still embarrassing and I still whined about getting one, but I secretly wished I had to have more of them.
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