Enemas growing up from Mothers and Aunts

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've realized an interesting relationship to a enema/douche bag that is the open top, semi see thru latex bag and moms. As it hangs down, it resembles a hanging breast. It delivers a milky, white, soapy enema solution. Usually, you first see this with your mom. Hence Mom = breast feeding, comfort, caring, love health KLISMO!

My mother and two of her "buddies"work on us alone or together. Most of what was done cannot or should not be told here or any where else .lets just say that in the bed room the lady is in charge and I can't say no.

Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the enema sessions given by mom. There is a certain indescribable emotion associated with the way she prepared me and gently, but thoroughly, cleaned me out. That is one of the things that I would willingly want to time travel back for.

The worst enema time was age 6 to 10. Mom gave enemas with tender loving determination, with a capitol D. A good enema had to be a real bellyful. You could beg cry etc, but her eye was on the bag, and she would not stop until we were full. Pre enema statements were be a good boy and take your enema,because you going to get it anyway, and you are lucky you not in the hospital, they would give you a full bag. Somehow over her lap and in pain didn't feel that lucky.

I don't recall being given an enema by my mom. As a child I somehow knew about enemas and was scared that someday I would have to take one. By my teenage years I started to experiment with enemas and found them pleasurable. When I started to see the Special Preference letters in Penthouse I realized I was not alone.. Every month I would check out the new Penthouse to see if there a special prefernce letter.

I have enjoyed enemas and been anal erotic ever since.

I learned about enemas from my aunt who was a nurse because my mom was reluctant to give me enemas. My aunt used to use the excuse that they were initially for punishment, and that it was between her and my mom and I was not to ask her about it. I found out later that she actually loved giving enemas, and I have many fond memories of being across her lap, and being filled. I got my first erection and had my firs orgasm like this, and I miss her very much. Anyone else have an aunt that was similar?

My love for enemas stems from childhood with a very busy "farm Mother." I had stunted growth, various ailments, and Doctors in those days, often prescribed a regimen of enemas. Those times of warmth over my Mother's lap were totally cherished. Walt

I was talking to my older sister the other day and asked her if Mom gave her a lot of enemas like I had gotten. She knew when I was getting one and said that she didn't have anywhere near as many since I had such a constipation problem since birth.

She did say that she started taking enemas during her 'period' and it seemed to help her cramps.

I haven't seen anything about that from the ladies here. --anybody else for that 'cramping' remedy?

the boxcar

I had an aunt who would often find an excuse to give me an enema when I stayed overnight at her home. She was fairly seductive in the process. She would feel my belly and then use her finger to examine my rectum. She always found an enema to be the treatment of choice. I would be completely naked in the bathroom waiting. When she returned with the two qt. red open top, wearing an open robe , bra and panties., she would lube me with vaseline. This usually took much probing and manipulation. By the time she inserted the nozzle my small penis would be erect. The Ivory flavored enema was administered slowly with many questions about how it felt. "Honey, can you feel the enema going in".

I grew up in the 50s got enemas weekly from either mom or older sister twice weekly till I was 15

I was given enemas by my mom,aunt and grand mom growing up but I was afraid of recieveing one.

There is a big difference from giving or watching an enema being given to somebody who is aware you're watching versus seeing an enema given when the person doesn't know they're being observed. After one of my every few month enemas from my mother during my early teens I got a latent urge to sue the bathroom but when I got there the door was close and I heard my mother sort of talking inside the bathroom. Even though risky I looked through the keyhole (in those days keyholes were larger although still rather small) and saw my mother taking an enema in the sims position with her bottom towards me. Her conversation with herself was along the lines, "oh I'm really getting full, I don't know if I can finish, etc. but she managed to take it all. However, rather than waiting the 5 minutes she always made me wait she couldn't stay more than a minute or so and then I rushed back to the downstairs bathroom since I still had to use it. In the next several years until she stopped giving them to me around age 15 I got perhaps a half dozen more enemas and on at least half those occasions she would follow up with an enema of her own about a hour later. I saw her take one on her back, one on her stomach and another in the sims position. All had the same ritual of complaining to herself about how difficult it was, and since I knew what to look for I saw that she started with a full bag each time (and she was a small person). I was very sexually aroused by this and when I got a bit older I realized that the entire process of giving me an enema and then giving herself one obviously had very sexual overtones for her.

My Mom was a single mother with two kids, and she kept an enema bag in the bathroom closet. I often wonder if she kept it for it's intended purpose, or for other reasons. I kind of suspect the latter, but never knew.

I do think all of us growing up did not like being given enemas. The thing is as a child you were given many things that was not what we wanted. I do not know about everone else but many things mother gave me I just took because that was the thing I did, but being toled I going to give an enema that alway did something inside me. The enemas were always given Over her lap with the enema bag about 4 feet above me so the enemas were given to fast thay were alful. But as I got older mother would not say I giving you an enema if I was home from school I would be in bed she would walk in my room with a full enema bag tell me to roll on my side & pull down my PJ, give me the enema tell me to holl as long as posible before leting it out. Well as a teenager & male my male became hard while & after the enema so I would hold the enema untill she left so I could get to the bathroom so she did not see me like that. But we all started to realy enjoy ememas by then, complain about getting them but realy like how that felt!

Mom's enemas were the very best. The TLC and closenest were the driving factors. I've had many in and out of the hospital by nurses, and tho pleasant were just not the same.

My present wife comes close, different since we fool around a little during the procedure. --ah yass, bliss.

the boxcar

My mom was very gentle and understanding throughout the process. Though definitely not sexual, it was an intimate experience. Even so, there was an element of fear associated with an enema. At 58 years of age, it still sends a shudder down my spine when I hear the word "enema"

My mom was abit of a mechanic when it came to enemas. She was a nurse and enemas were for health reasons. I got enemas for constipation when I was young. Occassionally I got one just because it was time.

when I hit puberty, I received enemas before a doctor's appointment.From the time that I was 12 and 1/3 to almost 17, I received an enema series every Sunday morning. As I have written in some messages to members my religion on Sunday mornings was a Red Enema Bag.

In my youth, the small rectal pipe was used. As I turned 12, the douche nozzle became the nozzle of preference.

The process ws always the same. I was to shower and wash key body parts. I was allowed to have the towel and a tee shirt on as I watched her mix the first 2 quart enema. She would hang the bag on the shower rod and I would take my position of the towel on the bathroom floor, on my left side with my right knee up. No need to complain, I was getting it no matter what. the nozzle was pushed in and the water released. I took the entire 2 quarts and then the hard part: holding it for five minutes.

While I was expelling, I would watch the bag being refilled for the first of my two rinse enemas.

Didn't really like them much, but in the late 1960's enemas were a fact of life.

I don't know what they did for my physical health, but they helped strenthen my mental attitude.

It was 60+ yrs. ago so my memory in detail is weak but I sure remember enemas from mom and some of her female nurse friends that were helping during my enemas. I got them at least weekly until age 12 or so; I don't know why she stopped. But by then I was sneaking them when alone; don't know why I started doing that. But one day I ejaculated while I was taking an enema and I was "hooked". I too though I was wacko because of my enema fetish, but like others have related the "Special Preference" letters in Penthouse Mag made me feel I was not alone. Eventually I "came out" to my wife, and she will administer but does not enjoy them herself. She says she does enjoy the control aspect of giving them to me and making me beg her to stop, then my subsequent orgasm at her hands.

hobo

I remember I got enemas from my mother in Norway when I was only 3 years old. It was very exiting to feel the water coming into me. May be I got enemas earlier this age, I never wil know. Later I saw my 7 years younger brother getting enemas very often. I started doing it selv when I was 8-10 years. Now I am a real clismafil.

When I was quite young My best friend passed away. His Mom and My mom were close friends. I was quite sensitive about others feelings and I found myself over her house often. She became like a close aunt. One day her neice, Tina, who was my age was over and we were generally hanging out. Lunch time came and we were sitting at the table eating

sandwiches and being a little roudy. Aunty told us to settle down or we would be punished. Tina calmed her self down...apparently knowing Aunties punishments. I kept on goofing off.

Later Tina went on home and I was staying there for a week while my folks were out of town. Aunty then told me that since I was so uppity earlier she was going to give me a punishment. At looked at her as asked "your going to beat me"? She smiled and said "no...I'm going to give you and Enema". I knew what they were from my Mom giving them to me...but only as I was sick at the time. I said I you would not dare do that to me...Soon she took my into the bathroom where I saw a enema bag filled with water...and a large bowl of Warm Ivory Soap/water on the countertop, with a Red 8oz squeez bulb with a thick black nozzle. Somewhat sternly and in control, she grab my jeans and pulled them down and made me get over her lap. She had taken off her dress so as to not soil it, and was sitting there in her bra and panties. As I was strawled over her Lap She proceeded to Lubricate my butt hole and started squirting bulb after bulb of soapy water into me.

I was wierd feeling because of the sucking noise of the bulb sqiirting that liquid into me and each time was two squirts as she made sure all the liquid in the bulb was in me, cause some air to go in as well. I started to feel really full...and told her so...she would just say "Almost done" and continue Shooting Soapy water up me. She finished shooting every drop from that bowl, and made me continue to lie over her lap holding it. Suddenly I watch in total horror as she took a long somewhat thick piece of Ivory soap and slid it up into my butthole...now I was not only full of solution, but I had a Ivory suppository stuck up there too...and boy did it sting. Strangely my penis as it was in position between her thighs grew rock hard between the position and all that was happenning to my butthole. She started to move her Thighs in a way as to cause my penis to rub...and suddenly I had a powerfull climax and shot cum all over the place...she said nothing and ignored it all....I was then allowed to evacuate it all and then she made me get back over her lap for session two...The rinse from the Bag. With the thick nozzle in my rear and the water gusshing in I again grew hard,...again between those thigh of hers and as the bag was almost empty I again had a good climax.

Again she said nothing and allowed me to poop it all out on the toilet, as she cleaned things up and put her dress back on. Later I went downstairs she was watching a movie on TV with a plate of cookies and Milk....The next day Tina came over and asked if I got punished....when I said yes...she laughed and asked if it was an Enema. Embarrassed I said yes....and then found that was Auntie's favorite way of punishment. Not that I really minded.....in fact I was a "Bad Boy" a couple of more times that week.........

As child I had a mom, grandmother, and aunt who each gave enemas. Until I was five years old my parents lived with my grandparents and their adult daughter They did not always check with each other as to who may have given me an enema. Since I found pleasure in enemas, I did not complain. I remember getting my first erections during those early enemas. They really did give me pleasure and I enjoyed the opportunity as frequently as possible. Being nude when getting the enemas made me feel good and comfortable with my body.

I and my 3 sisters recieved many suppoitories and enemas as children. Since childhood I enjoy both and still do.

Mom was very open when it came to administering rectal medications. My sisters and I were frequently constipated and as result one of us would recieve a suppository or enema every week.

Mom didn't try to hide the fact that one of was going to recieve the medication. Mom attended to us in the kitchen, bathroom and bedrooms.

I remember the feeling of relief after the medication was given as my tummy no longer hurt.

As far as suppositories were concerned mom used the long child suppositories on us. She used them after a rectal temp and the procedure took more than 30 minutes. Mom sat in chair and bent us over her lap where she lowered our panty. Picking up the thermometer she lubicated it then spread one of the cheeks and slowly inserted it. After 3 minutes she pulled it out and after reading the temperature took out a suppository. I felt a little embarrassed as mom spread my cheek and exposed my anus to her. She slowly inserted the suppository nut not fully. After 10 minutes or so mom spread my cheek and began to slowing withdraw the suppository. With the tip still inside she would slowly reinsert the suppository. This motion was repeated for several minutes. The feeling of having to move my bowels increased every minute. When I started to complain mom would just say "just a few more minutes" as dhe continued moving the suppository in and out of my rectum. When I thought I could't hold on much longer mom would insert the suppository with rectal thermometer deep into my rectum. After withdrawing the thermometer she would squeeze my cheeks and tell me just a few more minutes. Finally, she would alow me to go to the toilet. The cramps were always strong as I moaned softly as the cramps caused me to have a strong bowel movement.

The gas and stool seemed to flow out and it took 20 minutes to empty my bowels. When it was over I felt so much better.

Enemas were given with a red bulb and black pipe. First a 4 oz syringe was used amd latter mom bought a 8 oz adult syringe when my older sister turned 10.

After mom mixed a bowl of soap and water she positioned us the same as the suppository. Again, after the syringe was filled and the pipe lubricated mom spread a cheek and slowly slide the pipe into me until the bulb was pressed between my checks. The feeling of the pipe slowly inserted would always be remembered. Then the slow pressure build up as the solution was squeezed into the rectum. As the pressure increased so did the cramping from the soap. The combination would build and the powerful feeling of having to have a bowel movement inreased with every bulb. Mom always gave us a large enema but they were never painful. I remember the feeling of complete relief finally sitting the toilet pushing everything out.

Many time I saw my sisters recieve there treatment which I will always remember. Seeing the black pipe slide into them always gave me a feeling of excitement. Watching and knowing the feeling they had with each bulb caused me to sometimes masturbate.

And finally, mom wasn't the only person to give us suppsoitories and enemas. We frequently recieved them from our aunt and baby sitter.

I have many fond memories which is why I enjoy enemas.

So many memories .......... and all positive I might add !!!! I can mirror what has been said in this post as to Moms and our enemas . My mom gave me enemas into my early adulthood as to my long college career in my undergraduate / masters university days . When I would come home for weekends and / or between quarters / semesters I always knew that while not insistent she was available to ' assist ' as per her suggestion / my request . I knew she would be ready for me when on a long distance call prior to my leaving our college town for home one of her questions , always asked in a kind , cheerful , playful tone of voice , would be : ....... have your BM's been ' regular ' ??.......... I know what a college diet can do to regularity ' ....... I happily motored to my far away home knowing that ' IT ' was ' on ' !!!!!!!!!!! Thanks MOM !!!! I love you !!!!

I received enemas from my mom. They were private, gentle, warm, and delevered with a red bulb syringe. I didn't hate them but remember protesting a little knowing that it wouldn't make any difference and that I'd soon be lying face down over her towel covered lap. In a matter of fact manner she would fill the syringe, spread my buttocks, and insert the syringe, and gently squeeze. After a few insertions and couple minutes of holding the solution I would release and be finished.

I recived these enemas about twice a month until I was old enough to go to school. In that short time I developed a life long interest in enemas. I did not receive another one until I began to administer them to myself 40 years later.

I never received one from anyone growing up until I was about 11 and I found a Fleet, I emptied it, refilled it with water, tried it, and was hooked.

I have to say I love my mom god rest her soul.

She gave the most loving enemas as well as the love we needed whith them and she gave me the the want when it came to the enema and today I think of here every time I get my bulging buddy out and give my self a good one.

The smell of her apron and the hugs that she gave before and after as well as the coaching to getting a good clean out.

I still love those moments in my mind and as someone said in another post it would be the one thing I want to go back in time for the experience again.

I grew up in the 40s and 50s and mom gave me and my sister enemas when we were constripated, had a fever or a very bad cold. However mom always gave my sister and I an enema every year the day before school started for the new year. We often talked about it to our friends and nobody else that we knew were given a good cleansing as mom called it before the new school year. I am curious if anyone elses out there had a similar experience?

Enemas were a fact of life in our house. if you stayed home sick, had any kind of cold, or even coughed, you were likely to get an enema. As others have said, you also got one before you went to the doctors for anything, and usually before school started as well

My mom gave me my first and I always thought it was a form of nurturing, it was never given as punishment.