Watching a family female friend get a enema

At the time I was only six years old and I had already had one or two enemas from my mom using a rectal bulb syringe and at the time I wasn't sure if I liked or disliked them, and I had no choice in the matter and I got them laying over moms lap as she sat on the toilet seat cover and was given enough injections to make me go to the bathroom.

Mom and I went over to the family friends home on a Saturday afternoon just to visit which we had often done many times, on this particular day, Mary was home sick in bed therefore we could not go outside and play, our both moms where in the kitchen gabbing back and fourth, as Mary and I played games on her bed.

As we both where playing cards, all of a sudden our both moms come in the room and I guess I looked surprised when I seen Mary’s mom with this red bag hot water bottle in her but didn't see the tubing, My mom said to me Auntie Jessie has to give Mary a enema because she is sick and Auntie

Jessie is going to show me how to use a enema bag.

Both of us being six years, I guess to them it didn't matter if we both where in the room. Auntie Jessie told Mary to lay flat on her tummy on her bed, in which she did. While Auntie Jessie was holding the red bag, my mom slipped off Mary’s pj, bottoms and then separated her bum checks and

put vaseline on her bumhole, once this was done my mom inserted the enema tube up her bumhole, I was taken back by all this and it was the first time i had seen a girls bare bum.

With mom holding the tube up her bumhole, Auntie Jessie then raised the bag, then click the water started to flow into Mary's tummy and after a few minutes Mary said stop stop I can’t take no more, but her mom insisted she could take a bit more and I felt sorry for her as she started to cry.

Well the enema was finally over and mom took out the tube and Mary got up off the bed holding her hand against her bare bum and made a fast dash to the washroom.

When Mary told her mom she stopped pooping, her mom brought in her p.j,s then Mary come out and went back to her room and laid on her bed, by this time it was getting close to supper time so we had to leave, it was a experience for me I never forgot and I sure asked my mom lots of questions in which in later years my mom too bought a red enema bag and i had many enemas from it.

When I was around 16-17 we would have afemale family friend come and stay with us because her husband worked on the late shift and she didn't like being alone. I had a hole made in the linen closet so I could go into the closet and spy on her as she went to the bathroom. O.k., I was horney and curious. I witnessed several tampon insertions, numerous pee sessions and some light rubbing. One night she opened the linen closet and took out our enema bag, filled it with water and begin to douche herself. I started shaking and couldn't believe I was getting to see this. After that she filled the bag again and took an enema sitting on the toilet. She never masturbated, but I could tell she really enjoyed it. I again saw the same thing on several different occasions. I still have that picture in my mind to this day. I often wondered if I had had the occasion, would she have given me one. I'll never know.

I was about 11 and had a cousin,Emily who lived three houses down the street..Both Emily and I got a lot of enemas from our mom's (who were sisters) and both of us knew the other got them..We had played Dr. some. and fingered each other , smelling our fingers afterwards...

One day i went over to Emilys to play, and just walked in, as i usually did..I called out and my aunt May, her mom , said we are upstairs, so I walked up the stairs and went down the hall. I could her noises in Emilys room. I got to the door and looked in and Emily was laying on the top of her bed, totally naked on her left side, May was holding a big red enema bag that normally hung on the back of their bathroom door in her hand and the hose ran into emilys butt..I got immeditaly excited, and emily looked over her shoulder and smilled and said.."I'll be right out to play after mother finishes giving me my enema"..or something like that..I got an instant erection and said Ok, I'll wait downstairs..And went down the hall and down the stairs..After Emily finished she did come down and we went out and played. She and I talked about the enemas, and later that week, when May was out shopping she let me give her an enena, in her bathroom...Since that time i perfer to be the giver..There was just something about seeing Emily looking back over her shoulder, actually enjoying the fffling of the enema, telling my she would be out to play after her mom gave her "HER ENEMA" ..

Its something that has stuck with me since that time..Yes Emily and I played a lot fo enema games both at her house and at mine...Especially during the summer when we both were home alone a lot as out parents worked...

Michael2

Great stories guys, I only wish that I could have seen someone, or anyone getting an enema while growing up.

Sad to say but I was a female who got an enema while my males cousins were in hiding and watch it. When I found out I cried to my aunt so she gave my two boy cousins enemas and let me watch. First time I saw anyone get an enema.

I saw my sis get enemas from my aunt. I was almost 12 and my sis had just turned 13 the first time I saw her get one. I saw my sis give them to my aunt too. My aunt was probably 50. She was a big women. It was all very fascinating to me to say the least.

Occasionally, I would see my mom giving my sister an enema. I don't think I ever saw mom giving my brother an enema, even when he was little.

When I was in nursing school, my mom had me give enemas to both of my siblings. It was uncomfortable for all of us, I think.

Interesting comment. i would have thought that after nurses school, that it wouldn't have made any difference who you were giving an enema to. there must have been some sexist or religious component you were not aware of if it made a difference. did they feel the same way? interesting question.

actually, you had nothing to be embarrassed about. your mother was a smart woman who took good care of you. we have forgotten today how to take good care of our families and children with enemas. good for you. i hope you look back on this as a wonderful experience. harry adams

I was 7 years old when mom took my 9 year old sister to the doctor. She had been ill for about a week. After the doctor examined her he wrote a prescription for her and told mom something in the hallway. I couldn't hear what they were talking about.

After the doctor left a nurse came into the exam room and opened up a cabinet door and removed a stainless steel bowl and filled it with water and added soap to it. Next she took out a red adult sized bulb syringe and filled it from the bowl. After lubricating the black pipe she pulled a chair in the middle of the room and asked my sister to come to her. The nurse then bent my sister over her lap and pulled down her jeans and panties. Mom and I watched as the nurse picked up the bulb and slowly inserted the pipe into my sister's rectum. Once it was fully inserted the nurse slowly squeezed the solution into my sister. It took a good two minutes to empty the bulb. Once emptied the nurse removed the bulb from my sister's bottom and filled it from the bowl. I watched as the nurse spread my sister's cheeks apart and again gently inserted the pipe. After the fifth bulb my sister began complaining that she was full and had to go to the toilet. The nurse told her that she would give one more bulb and then she could go. After the fifth bulb was emptied the nurse let my sister use the toilet where mom and I could hear my sister expell the enema. It sounded like she really needed the enema as she expelled a lot of gas and we heard many splashes.

This wasn't the only enema I saw given but it was memorable.

Growing up I saw several such enemas. The one I'll tell you about was at the neighbors house. I used to go there to play with Kate and Sally or, if they weren't home, their brother Tom. One day I was in Sally's room when her mom came to the door and said she needed to give Sally her enema now. I got up and said I'd go home but Sally said it was no big deal, I should stay. A few minutes later Sally's mom came in with a red enema bag and sat on the side of Sally's bed. Without a word Sally lowered her pants and went over her mother's knee. While Sally got the enema we all talked about plans for a picnic the two families were going on the next day.

My little friend Joan and I played doctor sometimes and I had pretended to give her and enema several times. Joan became ill and she was confined to bed for several days. On the third day i overheard her mother confide to my mother that Joan hadn't had bowel movement for several days and was very uncomfortable. My mother said she should be given an enema. Joan's mother was unsure how to do that and i heard my mother volunteer to come over later that day and help Joan's mother to give her an enema. I began to imagine what that would be like and when my mother departed later I knew what was about to happen. I crept to an upstairs window and low and behold the next door bathroom was lite and the blind had not been pulled. There were the moms and Joan and i could see the enema bag being filed. Joan's mother hugged her and placed her on the floor where the enema took place. I couldn't see the actual enema but I saw Joan's mother help her to the toilet and sit with her while she expelled the enema. I was very aroused by the events and the next day Joan was outside playing when I went out. I didn't tell her what I saw but I asked her how she was feeling and she said much better. I told her I was glad she had recovered. She smiled and then she asked me if I had ever had an enema? I said yes and I asked her if she had been given one. She smiled and said yes it made her feel better. That was the last time it was discussed.

When I was 3-5 or so my brother sister and I got enemas from mom. We all got them in the bathroom together. We knew nothing of sex so it didn't matter. I don't remember much about seeing them but I vividly remember how I felt when I got mine. I also remember seeing my mom take enemas and douches while sitting on the commode.

Jimbeaux

My interest in enemas goes back to my childhood as well. I am not sure how I managed to be in the bathroom when my mother gave my little sister an enema. My sister was about 8 and she would scream the whole time. Mother had a nail on the wall beside the commode where the red bag would hang. She would make my sister undress and bend over to receive the nozzle. I rather felt sorry for my sister as it was very frighting to her. Mother used Vaseline on the nozzle but did not lubricate us before giving enemas.

When I was 11 I spied on my 8 year old cousin Beth-Ann as she got an enema. My vantage point was a heating register in the wall just above baseboard level in my parent’s bedroom. The bathroom was on the other side of that wall and register in there was inline so that if the dampers on both sides were open you could see through both grills and into the bathroom (or vise-versa).

My Aunt, Uncle and cousin were staying a few days on their drive across the country. Before dinner I overheard my Aunt Helen tell my cousin that she'd be getting an enema before bed. During dinner I excused myself to go to the bathroom and made sure that the damper on the bathroom register was wide open. When Beth-Ann was called upstairs I snuck into my parents bedroom, moved the chair out from the wall and crawled behind and listened and peered into the bathroom. The sounds in the tiled bathroom were easily heard but my view was limited. But let me tell you that were enough to picture the scene vividly.

First, I heard my Aunt at the sink sloshing water, the unmistakable smell of Ivory Soap coming through the registers. Then Beth-Ann arrived, I could see her bare feet as she watched the preparations. Beth-Ann asked her mom why she was getting an enema now. Aunt Helen told her she was long overdue and hadn't had a BM since they started their trip. Beth-Ann protested but her mom was having none of it and told my cousin to take off her nighty and panties. Beth-Ann stamped a foot in defiance. Aunt Helen told her "That's enough young lady, unless you want a spanking too!" Beth-Ann whined slightly before I saw her feet shuffling (removing her nighty?) followed shortly thereafter by her panties falling to her ankles before she stepped out of them.

Aunt Helen then sat down on the toilet lid (I could see her feet) and Beth-Ann's bare feet moved to the side before coming up off the floor (now laying across my Aunt's lap). I held my breath thinking I was about to hear her getting spanked. Instead heard the sound a jar being opened (Vaseline? Yes, I was sure of that.) The metal lid clanked onto the bathroom vanity and I saw Beth-Ann's feet disappear as her hands reached for the floor on the other side of my Aunt's legs. I then heard a glass jar clank onto the vanity as Aunt Helen said "Lie still now". Beth-Ann took a sharp breath then cooed softly. (Getting her anus greased up?)

I then saw Beth-Ann back on her bare feet again and my aunt's hands reaching down and pulling the bathmat closer to the toilet before telling Beth-Ann to "get into position." Beth-Ann then knelt on the bathmat and then bent over. I could see her feet and legs, but only up to mid-thigh. I pushed my head sideways to the floor trying to see higher, but couldn't.

Then I heard bubbling sound, then silence, then a gurgle. Aunt Helen said "Relax now" and I heard Beth-Ann say "ow, ow, ow" softly (the nozzle inserted), then cooing (as the bulb was squeezed). After a short time there were a sucking sound and then it repeated; bubbles, silence, Beth-Ann's quiet "ooo's" and "Ahh's", then the sucking sound. After about three cycles Beth-Ann said "That's enough mommy, I'm getting full." Aunt Helen replied "I'll decide when you've had enough" and the pattern repeated.

After another five or six cycles, Beth-Ann urgently said "Ow, Mommy, ow, ow, ow, it hurts" and the cycle stopped and I could tell Aunt Helen was rubbing Beth-Ann's belly. After a few minutes Aunt Helen asked "Better now Bethy?" to which Beth-Ann replied "A little" then "That's enough Mommy, pleeasse!"

Aunt Helen said "Just a few more" and I heard bubbles from the sink once again.

After several more, Beth-Ann cried out "I can't hold it Mommy!" and I saw drips and a stream of brown water coming down her thigh. Aunt Helen leaped up off the toilet and opened the lid just as Beth-Ann leapt to her feet and plopped down on the toilet. There were several minutes of sounds of water spraying into the toilet mixed with plops and long juicy farts. I pinched my nose to block the smell coming through the registers.

As Beth-Ann finished on the toilet she said "Mommy, can I go to bed now?" in a small pleading voice. Aunt Helen replied "Not so fast young lady. You didn't hold your enema long enough. We'll need to do it again." Beth-Ann wailed and swung her feet angrily from the toilet seat and shouted "NO Mommy, I won't!"

Aunt Helen went to the toilet and put Beth-Ann on her feet. I heard the toilet paper roll being pulled briskly then Beth-Ann went on tip-toes saying "Ow Mommy, you're too rough." Then the toilet lid came down and Aunt Helen sat down again and pulled Beth-Ann across her lap.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! rang through the registers followed by Beth-Ann screaming. Aunt Helen said "That, young lady, is just a taste of what you'll get if you don't straighten up right now!"

Beth-Ann sobbed out a "I'll be good Mommy, I promise."

Then I heard the jar (of vaseline) moving on the vanity and Beth-Ann stifle a cry. Then it was back on her feet, then kneeling on the bathmat again. Aunt Helen stood up and I heard the water start to run again in the sink as Beth-Ann stayed on her knees and chest waiting with an occasional sniffle.

Once again, Aunt Helen sat down on the toilet lid and I heard the soapy water being sucked into the bulb and the cycle began again. This time Beth-Ann took and held her enema. As Beth-Ann sat on the toilet relieving herself,

I left my listening post as Aunt Helen praised her daughter for doing so well. Later that night I went to the bathroom and examined the enema bulb my Aunt had used on my cousin. I desperately wanted to try it out, but didn't want to risk being caught. But the events of that night are vividly etched into my memory.

I loved watching my sis receive enemas from my aunt. I was allowed to watch from up close. My sis watched me get mine too.It was arousing for me. On occasions I saw my aunt receive them from my sis. Now THAT was a sight!

My mom used to take enemas and douches sitting naked on the commode in front of me. I know she thought I was too young to know what I was seeing. That may have been true at the time but 60+ years later I still remember seeing her...Jimbeaux

No sisters for me, but one girl cousin

all of us cousing routinely received enemas, but Peggy received hers in private . . . until one day when I came into their house to pee, and simply walked in on her and my aunt.

my aunt was inserting the bulb nozzle in Peggy's upturned butt, and I can still see her puffy protruding lips and the vaseline covered anus looking at me

No enemas, and I actually never saw it happen, but as a little kid, like pre-K or kindergarten age, we lived next door to a large Catholic family. The two oldest girls were my age. Their mom was a nurse, and so I guess they either saw or heard a lot about nursing, and whenever I was over at their house they wanted to "play doctor". With so many kids around, it was easy to get overlooked and have time to "play". Usually, what this meant was that they would pull their pants down and lay face down on the bed next to each other, and I was supposed to examine them. They would tell me what to do, which usually involved taking their temperature rectally with a toy thermometer, or giving them a "shot", which meant that I was to put my finger in their butts. I don't recall having any sexual feelings about this at so young an age, although they both seemed to enjoy having me do these things to them, and I really didn't think about it much until now, but I wonder if that's where my interest in anal play got started? In fact, now that I think about it, I really wish we had still been living next to them in high school!

When I was 15 I went over to a neighbor's house to play basketball with a friend of mine. As I went in the house to tell his mother what time I had to leave I came around the corner and say his 10 year old sister bent over her mother's lap, shorts and panties on the floor with a red bulb sryinge in butt. I was already a fascinated by enemas and desparately wanted to stay but was too afraid of getting caught so I carefully backed out.

Bet you felt sorry for her all the same it had to be done

I never had one in ftont of anyone. I would love to see how much i would be embarrased

I never saw my sisters get enemas, but with a bedroom right next to our only bathroom heard them happening many times. On one occasion I had been given an enema and was expelling when my older sister came into the bathroom because she was the next visitor with the enema bag.

When I was 13, I slept one week whit my aunt Charlotte, she was a nurse just like mom, she took me and my cousin celia rectal temps side by side. One night I saw celia over aunt Charlotte knees she ad a enema nozzle in here ass wen she was finish celia told me I was next 😧