Enemas growing up from Mothers and Aunts

I also got enemas from my mom from age 13 to 17 almost weekly ,I faked constipation to get them but mom didn't know it ,gave me enema fetish for life

I live here in glendale az and would love to find someone to give me a enema

The first enema I remember was from my Mom. I must have been about 4 or 5. I remember crying when I realized what was going to happen. But when the water started I really liked the feeling. I kept crying, though, but actually enjoyed it. Later my mother and father divorced and my father died and I went to live with an aunt. I had not had an enema that I remember in all of my childhood before that.

When I was 10 the first enema my aunt gave me was in the middle of the night. I had an erection the moment the word was mentioned. Then she gave enemas for everything...constipation, headaches, irritability. Our doctor ALWAYS ordered an enema first before anything else. So I got a lot of them. And I had an erection and enjoyed them from then on. I would give them to myself when nobody was home. I had the fetish from the very beginning, and still enjoy them the same way.

I have wonderful and fond memories of my enemas with Momma. My precious mother was a gift to my world, she was so wonderful, loving and caring. I think maybe I might have been 6 when I remember my first "Physic" (Fiz`eek) and it was over mommas thigh. She would put her foot up on the tub so she could fill the squeeze bulb with soapy water from the sink. Momma used a red squeeze bulb with a black nozzle. If I may, I'd like to add my wonderful experiences here, these ARE REAL, they actually happened to me word for word exactly as described. Sorry folks some of us here were ever so lucky to have a loving wonderful mother and great home life...I'm so very thankful for these events you're about to read. I loved my mother dearly and never regret a minute with her.

(This is my happy place when life get too stressful:

Mom would normally call for me to come to the bathroom, which was situated at the top of the steps. She greeted me at the door and would start stripping me down. She picked me up and stood me in the sink as she gave me a sponge bath with Dove soap. I don't know why but I had this thing about sucking down suds. She would lather me up really well so I could enjoy a hand full of suds. She sometimes would lean over and kiss my Wee-Wee... just a cute little kiss nothing more. After I was all bathed and rinsed mom would have me wrap up in towel as she emptied the big sink and refilled it adding in a couple squirts of Dove and Joy liquid dish soap. Once the sink was full she would grab the squeeze bulb from the cabinet next to the sink and she would suck up water and squirt out hard till she had a large lather of suds. She would remove the towel and lay me over her thigh, holding me with her left hand as she push a gob of Vaseline up my tight little butt. She would fill the bulb and begin my cleaning out. She was always loving about this, I don't really recall ever crying because of the words she used and how softly and loving she treated me during my physics. She would set me on the potty ring and let me go, then checking my results each time after I emptied my bowels.

When I turned 9, the enemas became a weekly tradition. Every Saturday night about 7:30 it was "Physic time" ! I honestly can't recall her ever missing a Saturday night with me in the bathroom.

Then one day, a week past my 10th birthday, in the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday, everyone was gone... dad working and brother staying at a friends house. It was so hot and muggy all I only wore fruit of the looms that day. A.C. back then was normally for finer homes and offices. Mom called me to come up stairs, she held my hand as we walked up stairs to the bathroom where she had a bath waiting for me in the tub. She helped me in, afterward she began getting things together. She filled the sink with the usual Dove/Joy soapy mix but this time she pulled out a bright yellow open top douche bag. I had seen this before because I was a boy and love to hunt for things in drawers. While I was in the tub mom was busy filling the bag with the soapy mix.

She looked at me with those loving eyes and said to me "My little boy needs a good physic." "Momma's gonna make her little boy feel so much better."

She pushed back the window curtains wide and hung the full yellow bag on the curtain rod in the bathroom window as the suds ran down the sides onto the floor. She helped me up, I was soaking wet but she never dried me off this time...she told me I was getting a little big for her lap. She sat on the tub opened her legs wide as her dress rose high, almost exposing her panties. She had me lay soaking wet between her legs, face down with my legs on either side of her hips and my head touching the floor, my tight little butt was facing her, balls hanging down.

She took a gob of Vaseline and pushed it up my butt, then mom took the long douche nozzle attached to the white hose and slowly and carefully pushed it all the way in. Mom asked if I was ready and to breath normal, then I heard the click of the metal clamp and the suds began filling my flat belly. About half a bag was in when she stopped and asked if I was ok? Momma reached between my spread legs up under me touching my bloated belly, her wrist fully against my balls and penis, she massaged my belly, then said that was enough and wanted me to go potty.

"Don't flush baby momma needs to see it" with a little giggle in her voice.

I sat on the potty with suds rushing out of me and big lumps, the smell of my poop mixed with the heavy soap odor rushed up from below filling the bathroom with an aroma that I will never ever forget.

Since I was thin and sat back on the potty, I had a great view of the suds building below me, more and more aroma rush up from below filling the room. Momma setting across from me on the tub, reach out to hold my hand.

She winked at me and smiled ...asking if I thought I need another physic? I said yes and we repeated the process again three more times. After I was done she had me shower and put on a pair of frosted rubber pants, no diaper...and she sent me off to nap under a cool fan.

Things change on July 5th, it was now three years later, only 5 months to my 13th Birthday, we arrived back home one evening after visiting my cousins who lived four hours away. Dad was worn out bless his heart, he grabbed a shower and off to bed. My brother went to his friend’s house to spend the night.

Momma unpacked everything and after about two hours she called me to the bathroom. She closed the door and stripped me herself, she kissed my chest, tickled me and then she did something she never did before… sucked one of my boy nipples for a moment, she rubbed my back kissed my belly and then playfully slapped my ass telling me to get my cute butt in the tub.

This time mom left the room and came back with a very shiny red Faultless hot water bottle with a red hose. I watched from the tub as Mom pulled off the douche nozzle from the yellow bag and inserted into the red hose of this new shiny bag. My eyes never left that bag as I watched every move momma made. She squirted Dove and Joy into the bag then screwed on the hose. She rolled the bag up tight and clamped the hose. I watched as she fill the sink with water adding yet a few more squirts of soap, she filled the sink full. She turned to me... "Mommy's little boy really needs this physic tonight baby, I'll make you feel so much better honey, just hold on baby, mommy's almost ready". Mom stuck the nozzle in the sink and unclamped the hose. I watched the shiny bag unfold and started to fill, you could hear the water rushing down the hose to the bag on the floor. Mom stepped on the bag a few times saying how that would mix the soap well.

Once the bag was bulging with the mixture, mom hung it on the 3rd door hinge using a curtain hanger. She told me to finish up my bath, she would be right back. She returned with a light purple, heavy rubber sheet and a big soft blanket. She folded the blanket neatly and placed the shiny rubber sheet over it, tucking it in well. She held out her hand as I stepped from the tub, mom hugged me tightly placing her hands on my wet soapy butt.

"Mommy loves you honey with all my heart baby, you're such a beautiful child". "I want you to have this physic honey, you had a long trip today. Lay on your back for mommy, she patted the shiny rubber sheet. “Lay down right here sugar".

Mom stood up looking down at me laying there dripping wet. I watched as she carefully covered the douche nozzle with grease, she told me to raise my legs as high and far apart as I possibly could. She knelt between my legs and pushed the nozzle home all the way in… but this time something happened. My penis became stiff as a steel rod, almost hurt it was so hard. Mom smiled at me...

"Looks like my little boy is enjoying this... She then asked if I was ready, and I heard that metal clamp release.

The water didn't rush in, she hug the bag low, so it filled my belly slowly. I watched the bag empty into me …my belly was rumbling from the suds. Mom reached over and massaged my swelling belly, her wrist touched my stiff penis many times. She stopped and touched the end of my pee hole, a clear sticky liquid was about to run over the head, she squeezed some of the liquid out between her index finger and thumb and wiped it across her lips.

She winked at me and said, "my little boys sweet as honey, you're gonna make some girl very happy one day." When the bag was half empty she stopped the water and helped me to the potty. Again I could see below (aside from this thing called a hard-on) all the suds and big lumps filling the toilet below. The smell rush out again filling the room with that so familiar odor. She gave me two more bags. When she was finished, mom put rubber pants on me and sent me off to bed where she sat down and rubbed my back till I fell to sleep …again no diaper under those frosted rubber pants.

I thank God for my precious mother...I had the most wonderful childhood, I miss her and pops so very-very much. Not a day goes by I don't think of her face and that curly long hair of hers. I love you mom so very much and miss you. RIP.

NOTE:

This was the only sexual contact my mother ever had with me. The rest of the time I had a normal fun childhood. There was no advanced sexual contact beyond what I described here. My mother...she knew the limits and just how far to go with it. Mom was sexual, oh yes I promise you that, she wore the super short miniskirts and beautiful tall boots.

But as one person stated here, I will reiterate that same message... these were things we as kids NEVER talked about with ANYONE, not cousins or brothers. All of this stuff stayed in our homes, our bedrooms and bathrooms back in the day. I might add.... I was also given a few enemas in the hospital one time at 3:AM when I was 13 by a beautiful black MILF nurse, that's a moment in my life I wont forget either. Nothing special happened but it was a time I'm very fond of. Allot happened to me at 13!

I do not remember getting any enemas from any of my aunts . However my grandmother was a nurse and we were often left with here . Most likely she gave me enemas while I was staying with her . I never seen an enema bag hanging around there fore if she did administer them to me they were with a bulb .

Momma reached between my spread legs up under me touching my bloated belly, her wrist fully against my balls and penis, she massaged my belly, then said that was enough and wanted me to go potty.

Momma unpacked everything and after about two hours she called me to the bathroom. She closed the door and stripped me herself, she kissed my chest, tickled me and then she did something she never did before… sucked one of my boy nipples for a moment, she rubbed my back kissed my belly and then playfully slapped my ass telling me to get my cute butt in the tub.

She knelt between my legs and pushed the nozzle home all the way in… but this time something happened. My penis became stiff as a steel rod, almost hurt it was so hard. Mom smiled at me...

"Looks like my little boy is enjoying this... She then asked if I was ready, and I heard that metal clamp release.

Her wrist touched my stiff penis many times. She stopped and touched the end of my pee hole, a clear sticky liquid was about to run over the head, she squeezed some of the liquid out between her index finger and thumb and wiped it across her lips.

NOTE:

This was the only sexual contact my mother ever had with me. The rest of the time I had a normal fun childhood. There was no advanced sexual contact beyond what I described here. My mother...she knew the limits and just how far to go with it. Mom was sexual, oh yes I promise you that, she wore the super short miniskirts and beautiful tall boots.

Since you went to the trouble of posting a disclaimer of your very long and sexually filled tale of getting enemas from mom I'm sure you realized it was sexual abuse. Your mom tasting your precum is not even remotely appropriate and all she did was to turn you into a Klismo like the rest of us. This was wrong on so many levels.

I usually got my enemas early on Sat mornings when i got up. I would come down stairs and would be told she thought i didnt look well, she would make the announcment that i was going to get my enemas. It never dawned on me then, but Aunt Clair was often sitting at the round blue formica kitchen table drinking coffee with her and the both of them smoking their cigs. Looking back, I dont think it was by accident that she was there, am sure they had the whole thing planned out. The worst part was hearing them openly talk about the plan of action like i wasent even there. After hearing them talk for a half hour or so, i would be led by the hand upstairs to her bathroom, my tummy doing flips, knowing what was going to happen

Yes it was my mom who would give me an enema as a child. She would you a glycerine soap to make a soap sud in an enamel basin of warm water. She had an enema container with a red fitted tube and a big black nozzle for my small anus. I was placed on a towel on her bed and she gently inserted the large syringe into my anus. I began to like enemas and I still do.

Since you went to the trouble of posting a disclaimer of your very long and sexually filled tale of getting enemas from mom I'm sure you realized it was sexual abuse. Your mom tasting your precum is not even remotely appropriate and all she did was to turn you into a Klismo like the rest of us. This was wrong on so many levels.

I would say - fantasy turning into a recovered memory of something that didn't really happen ...

Since my Dad comes from an all-boy family

My Aunts both live in Canada So not were available to actually give me an enema

One Aunt sent my Dad a 1-Imperial Quart white HWB style "Children's Combination Syringe" when I was 6.

My father used it for both of the enemas I got when I was 7.

Didn't see it again till I ran across it while I was packing for College and that was the last time I saw it.

That's as close as I have ever come to having an Aunt give me an enema.

There is probably a 50/50 chance I may get to meet that Aunt face to face over this Christmas or New Years

We'll see what happens.

I received enemas from my mom until age 5 or 6... not sure why she quit then. Upon reaching puberty I was in the bathroom one afternoon masturbating and remembered that sensation of something entering my little rosebud. I found the same gear my mom used on me at age 5 but it was pretty old and cracked... oh my, what to do?. then I saw her douche bulb. Oh my did that ever do the trick! I was from that point on a true enema enthusiast and have been enjoying them since!!

As I have posted elsewhere, I have memories of my mom giving me enemas as a young child. I don't know how young I was when they started and I don't know if there was any particular schedule or reason for these enemas, but I recall them as being pleasurable... as my special time with my mom. There were likely bulb syringe enemas early on but that is a faint memory and I'm not certain of that aspect. But I do remember the plastic bucket. Years later, I realized that what my mom used was a thin PVC flexible colon tube to administer the enema that was part of a 1.5-liter enema bucket colon tube system. I don't remember or have any sense of how far she inserted the tube, only the memories of laying still across her lap as the warm enema flowed into me.

When my mom and dad separated and divorced when I was seven, the times of her giving me enemas came to an end even though there were some long periods of time spent with her after the divorce.

A few years later (I was probably 11) after me dad had bought a house, an open top bag appeared in the shower with a curved black douche nozzle. I didn't know anything about douche or enema nozzles and don't even think I knew what the word "enema" meant until I was about 13 or 14 years old. But I figured out where to stick that curved tube and how to fill the bag, release the clamp and let multiple bags of warm water flow into me.

Enema Runner- looks like we have similar experiences. That's the kind of setup that was used on me as well, though I doubt the hose was inserted farther than my rectum.

Well, hers my story, (true) my mom gave me enemas to me (and my sis) from 4 to 17 I loved it from the start ,. I really didn't know why I got the enemas, but she seemed to like doing it ., She started be w/ a bulb type enema,,. later I got bag type enemas at age 10., It seemed to a bonding time with my mom,. I started getting erections at age 12., She told me many men and boys get a erection during a enema, and I should not be embarrsed

., she would some times shower with me and give me a enema then. Mom .sis. and I were indoor nudists., I grew up nude ., I cant thank her enough for the experience!

I received enemas from my mom from a very early age. I don't remember when they started, but I remember them from before the age of 5. From what she told me, her mother gave her and her brother numerous enemas when they were growing up as well. When I was young, she still subscribed at least in part to the auto-intoxication theory of disease so whenever I got a cold or the flu, it was an enema. Also she and my grandmother would both usually ask me at bedtime if I'd had a "BM" that day. If the answer was "no" for more than a couple of days, an enema was in store. When younger it was always a bulb of course. I don't remember exactly when she transitioned to a bag, but I think I was fairly young and if I remember correctly she changed because I complained about the repeated insertions with a bulb - I always got at least 3 or 4. I believe I only received one M&M when I was fairly young but that set me on a life-long quest for strong urges to evacuate. I remember my mother telling me this enema would MAKE me have a BM unlike others that only "helped" me. Also that it was easy to take but hard to hold - certainly the truth. I was a latch-key kid when older and started sneaking enemas as soon as I could, probably early in my tweens. My last enema from mom was when I was about 12 or 13 when I faked constipation with the desired result. I think she could tell that I enjoyed that enema a little too much and that was the last one I ever got from her.

I was given many enemas from my aunt. She was in the medical field and besides that she ENJOYED administering them. For any reason, she would be heading to the bathroom to get her blue pumpkin style enema bag and fill us up. I grew up in the tail end of the Golden Age, a late baby boomer. I was present when her daughter was given an enema and she was there to see me bottoms up. My aunt has since passed along with my cousin but I always wanted to ask the both of them if they also enjoyed the enema. Anytime I catch the scent of an Ivory soap bar, it transports me back to my childhood. I also was given enemas along with a good OTK spanking for punishments. Those were usually given over her knee so she could spank right before sliding the nozzle in then waiting for the dreaded metallic "snap" of the pinch clamp then feeling the soapy water fill and churn inside of me. I would have to hold the enema for five minutes or the whole procedure would start over. Do I ever miss those days.

I have said, like several others, that Mom's cure for almost any ailment was either an aspirin and/or an enema. She gave enemas and I know she took enemas. Her mother gave her eight children enemas growing up, because that was just what was done in the 20's and 30's. Between my mother's sisters and my father's sisters, and uncles wives I had eleven aunts - four of them were nurses. They all talked openly at family gatherings about enemas they received, enemas they had given, and enemas they would give their families. Children were not truly entitled to privacy and my cousins and I were frequently mortified by stories of our recent enemas being related around the living room, or worse, hearing that one of us was in for an enema once they got home. It was a reality of the golden age.

My mother was very matter-of-fact about my enemas. She would just say, "I think you need a good enema." That was that! I would follow her to the bathroom and she would collect the bag from the linen closet on the way. There was never a question of disobeying the order. An enema in our house was always a full red bag of soapsuds, Ponds Cold Cream on the nozzle, and a position over the side of the tub. If you did not finish the whole bag, it was filled back up to the top and you started again. While you sat on the toilet, Mom would rinse and fill the bag with warm tap water for the rinse. Although the enemas were administered in private, my evil brothers knew what was going on and would tease me unmercifully after the fact.

When I travelled with my aunts on vacations, they were also quick to resort to the recognized 'cure-all.' I had a well-watered behind by the time most enemas stopped about age 15!

Although I disliked the process growing up. it is now a fond memory and I would happily go back to the 1950's for some of that old time cure!

I only got 2 from mom and her sister. My aunt was there for two reasons . First reason was I fussed and put up a fight the night before and the hose came out making a big watery mess on the floor. The next day my aunt and two cousins both older girls came over The girls were at Ice skating lessons and I got the first enema with my aunt holding the bag high. The second was after lunch when the girls came back and they teased me about getting another one. They got them more than me and I had heard mom talk about it with her sister on the phone.

My parents were from Northern Europe and enemas and nudity at home were no big deal. My sisters and I saw each other get enemas quite often and my older sisters liked receiving coffee enemas which they would retain with a double balloon nozzle wearing a skimpy panty that showed the bulge of the outer balloon as they walked around the house. In addition to the coffee enemas which we all received, the balloon nozzle was also used on all of us when mom gave us m and m enemas which we had to retain for thirty minutes or the Mayo enema which we had to retain for fifteen to twenty minutes. The enema had many uses from relieving constipation to colds to gas(mint enemas are great for this) to relieving stress and menstrual cramps once my sisters started to menstruate. We liked the herbal enemas as they were syringes slowly filling us up after several enemas which emptied out colon. They were warm and relaxing usually given at night before bedtime. Likewise douching was simply a hygiene thing and not an issue if one of us saw it being done. Besides there was little to see as my sisters used a fountain syringe while squatting or seated on the toilet facing the wall. All of us used the bidet. My sisters and I spoke openly between us about masturbating while receiving or retaining enemas by the time we were teenagers. All of us have continued to enjoy enemas to this day.

The only enema I remember before 10 years old that was when I was about 4 or 5. My mother and a nurse they hired to take care of me when they were gone gave me an enema late at night. I cried when it started but actually remember thinking, "This isn't that bad." I kept crying anyway just because.

My father died when I was ten. I went to live with my aunt and uncle. One night at our beach vacation house, I had a sinus infection and really didn't feel well. At bedtime my aunt said, "If he feels bad during the night I will come and give him a cool soda enema." After everybody went to bed I lay awake thinking about that enema. I had a firm erection, as small as it was, and was thrilled to think I could get an enema if I told them I didn't feel good. So...late, I woke up my grandparents and told them I felt really bad. They went and woke my aunt up. She came, but it was the other aunt, not the one who said she would give it to me. I was horrified. I hadn't planned on her. I didn't know her that well. So, she prepared the enema and escorted me to the bathroom. She had me remove my pajama bottoms and lie on the floor. I found out that her enemas were always "three quarters of the bag with lots of soda". The enema burned and hurt right away. It got worse and worse. I couldn't believe how much it hurt and how hard it was to hold it. I thought the enema would be a pleasure. Not this one. I thought I would burst and actually got nauseated from the soda. It was awful. I cried and cried. I wished I had never said I felt bad. Finally I expelled and went back to bed...feeling exhausted and abused. I discovered years later, after I had been given so many enemas from the other aunt that I enjoyed, that I became aroused every time I thought of the first enemas from the other aunt. Its interesting how all that happened to many of us.

Growing up enemas was a big part of my sisters Clara's and my life. We were getting constipated and often my mom or grandma would know when we needed one.

When Clara or I needed one we would always get them side by side both at the same time. At first when we were younger it was really embarrassing but after a few it was ok.

Would love to have my aunt give me an enema again. I had a love hate relationship with the first one.

At about 13 , I was not feeling well, my Mom decided I should let her take my temp. She had a rectail thermometer . My 12 year old sister asked mom if she could watch to learn. Well long story short, over my objections she not only watched , but took it under moms supervision . Which set the stage for about 4 or 5 months later when I was very constipated , and needed a enema . Yes she was allowed to help Mom and administer under Moms supervision.....embrarrasing , humiliating...

Well I never got enemas growing up only suppositories until about age 5. And only from my mom or my grandmother. It took everything my mom had to give them suppositories. I asked her if she could have givin me a enema if the dr told her to. She said no. She knows about my use of both suppositories and enemas. I don’t keep anything a secret from her. Two years ago I got her to buy my a 100 jar of fleet glycerin suppositories and today I must say I talked her into going to the drug store and picking me up a new bag. Now next step is getting her to give me one. Yes I’m 31 and I don’t live at home. But it’s just something I missed out on as a child and I’m trying to fulfill it. I’ve asked her to give them to me before and she said no. But she would hand me the bag out if the closet if I ask. So it is a work in progress. Any suggestions on how I could get her to give me one.

I received enemas from mom from the time I was five until I was twelve. Most times, it was just her but at times my aunt and uncle would be there. The guys would go out for the day, and I would overhear mom telling auntie that I needed an enema later and would like help. Of course my aunt said sure, no problem.

Well sooner, rather than later, I was led down the hall where the soapy red bag was waiting. My aunt held the bag while mom greased my bum and inserted the little nozzle. Can't remember who opened the clamp... it was pretty embarrassing and I mostly had my eyes closed. One thing though... they were both beautiful, and well endowed women and I'm sure this is why I love enemas and large, shapely breasts.

Mom was a nurse, so she new how to give a good enema. She had one friend in particular who would come over sometimes. She was a nurse too. Now that I think about it, she always came over when I was feeling sick. Dad would be at work and the two nurses would go to work on me. It would start with a 1 liter retention enema that I had to hold for 20 minutes with that little blow-up bulb holding it all back. When that was done, I was allowed to rest. In a couple of hours, I would be called to the bathroom again, where I would be given two cleansing enemas. Mom would be there to start the procedure, then leave her friend to administer both. She was extremely pretty and very gentle. She would rub my tummy and hold my bum cheeks. This only happened a couple of times, but it sealed the deal!

Just a little over a year ago now when I finally met my Mom's sister face to face, she commented that she was in College before she realized that not all girls got frequent enemas. Near the end of her second semester before she fully accepted it!!

My mother was the older of the two, and she told my father that the hardest enemas were the ones her grandmother gave her.

I didn't tell my aunt that but I remember asking, not fully aloud, "Christ! What did Mom have to go through??"

Her response was, "Maybe I shouldn't have said that!"

Both my sister Lisa and I got twice weekly enemas growing up, some from Mom, some from Grandma and some from Aunt Lisa. Our enemas started as soon as we came home from the hospital, first with a 2 oz ear syringe, them a 4 oz chilr's bulb, then the 8 oz adult bulb and finally, the 4qt bag. Our bulb enemas increased in number of bulbs until Mom thought it was time for a larger bulb. Once on the bag, at 8yrs old, we started with 1 qt, and by the time we were mid-teens, 3 qts. Aunt Ruth gave the best enemas, and sometimes gave us 4 qts, "To be sure you're cleaned all the way up." Our enemas were given in Mom's big master bath, which featured a huge claw-footed tub in the center of the room. That tub had an oval pipe hung from hangers in the ceiling for the shower curtain, which could surround the tub. That pipe had 4 chains hanging from it, for holding 4 bags. We were the two youngest of four children, and I was the only boy. The elder two sisters only got enemas once monthly unless they were sick. Lisa and I both had problems with constipation, and Mom gave us enemas for that, finally deciding on giving to us Wednesday night and Saturday morning. Our enemas were administered together, totally naked. Once a month, the older two would join us on Saturday morning. When she was visiting, Grandma took over enema duty; Aunt Ruth, who lived next door, did them when Mom traveled on business. Our house was very large for the 1940's-50's, and had two full baths and a guest half bath, so three of us could release at the same time. Our oldest sister, like Mom & aunt Ruth, loved holding hers, so she would wait while the other three of us pooped. Our enemas continued until we left home, and Lisa and I started loving them, so we would give to each other when we had the house to ourselves. We continue to today, since we're both widowed and live together. None of us ever minded the enemas, and Lisa and I became dedicated klismos. The older two never did enemas after leaving home, as far as I know. Aunt Ruth and I developed a very close enema-based relationship as I reached my late teens, and would give to each other frequently until her death about 12 years ago.

My grandmother was the one who gave all the enemas in our family. Every Saturday we had to go to her house. She would have a table set up and all her equipment out and ready. I remember being set on the table completely naked and laid on my side. Grandma had a basin with lots of soapy water and it smelled so good. She would then fill her bulb then put Vaseline on her finger and rub it all around and inside me then start filling me up with her bulb of water. Ivory soap to this day reminds me of grandma. As a child I hated Saturday’s. When I got married my husband liked giving enemas and quite often they were punishment as well as pleasure enemas. I received them at least twice a week. There is nothing like the feeling you get after you’ve had a nice warm soapy enema and you feel all clean inside. Enemas can be quite arousing and the orgasms very intense. Fond memories!

I received enemas twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays. My mother followed my grandmother's feelings that enemas were the cure all/prevent all for what might ail you including bad attitudes at times!! lol Denise

In my house it was every other Saturday night unless one was needed sooner for illness or punishment. As I got older it was Saturday afternoon or Sunday if I had plans Saturday night mom was cool like that.