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.
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!