Author : Clysmaniac
I have been lurking around and finally got about writing my early enema
recollections. I grew up in the fifties and had numerous enemas as a
child, as well as some supposotories and oral laxatives. From the
earliest, I don't remember the enemas being something I craved or
enjoyed but they were certainly not something to be feared or loathed
either. I had two sisters, one older and one younger. My mother
routinely administered enemas when we were sick and home from school and
she did the same to my dad. I also received one when I complained of
constipation or when mom perceived I needed one.
The downstairs bathroom door was very seldom closed so it was not unheard of to get a brief glimpse of my sisters or Dad receiving their treatment or see them on the toilet after they had been filled. It didn't seem proper to stand and watch the complete procedure, but I tried to walk by the bathroom several times when I knew someone was being flushed and I know my sisters saw me in the same position. I don't know if Mom took enemas herself or had my Dad administer them to her in those situations where we all got them, but I do know that Grandma would occasionally come over to do Mom when she needed one but these were closed-door affairs, as it was when Mom returned the favor to Grandma. I always tried to use the bathroom as soon as they were done so I could smell any lingering fragrances from their enemas and see the enema bag and nozzle drying. I'd imagine either of those mature women kneeling over the tub so the other could insert the nozzle into their rectum and administer a full bag of soapsuds or sitting on the toilet expelling it. It was normally noted at supper if Mom was planning to administer an enema to anyone later that evening, even Grandma. It was embarrassing to have everyone know when I would soon be getting one but it also excited me to hear that someone else would be naked and kneeling for an enema in a short while. I received a couple of enemas from an aunt, my mother's sister, either when I complained of being constipated while visiting there or when she was visting us.
There were also other special occassions where some or all of us got a soapy flushing. These would be times like when we got back from a family vacation or from summer camp. I know my dad got an enema after our vacations and I suspect my mom took one herself but I never saw her do it. I remember driving home after one vacation and Mom said that we should plan on staying around after supper as we all would be getting enemas that evening when we were home.
My younger sister, Sally, asked, "Even you, Mom?" and she said, "Yes I need one, too". We all quietly hung around after supper and when Mom was finished in the kitchen, we were individually called. Mom had us go to our bedrooms and undress before reporting to the bathroom. The girls kept their bras on after they were developed enough to wear them. Mom always encouraged us to sit on the toilet and urinate while she prepared the enema saying if we peed there would be more room inside us for the soapsuds.
We generally had to get on our knees, leaning forward, head lowered over the edge of the bathtub with our bottoms facing the toilet so Mom could comfortably sit there to control the insertion and fillings. Grandma had us in the knee-chest position on the floor by the toilet and I got several in bed when I was sick. The tub had a towel on the edge so it wasn't cold to rest your chest on it and there was another towel on the floor to kneel on. Mom used a red Rexall travel syringe. It was fairly thin rubber so it was easy to see how much soapsuds was in it. It had a matching red hose amd black tips.
I remember the rectal nozzle being used when I was younger, but eventually we all graduated to the larger vaginal nozzle. I knew the difference and secretly found it humiliating that this nozzle intended for female's sexual parts would be used in my rectum but it worked well and was easier to retain. The bag hung from the shower rod and a tub of cold cream was nearby. Other people always talk about vaseline but the only lubrication ever used on us was Ponds.
Mom took a bulb syringe with us on most vacations but she didn't use it often. Her weapon of choice if any of us got out of sorts during a trip or vacation was usually a simple suppository. It was quick and simple for any of us to drop our pants or pajama bottoms and bend over so she could insert her bullet of love. I do remember a couple times where both my sisters and I had to stand side-by-side next to a dresser in our motel room with our legs spread, bent forward so Mom could insert suppositories in all of us. I'm sure it would have made a nice family photo! I don't remember if there was ever anything mentioned about Mom or Dad getting a suppository.
We also got spring cleanings and a fall flushing before school started. Usually these were family events as Grandma came over and took care of all of us. These sessions included a strong dose of Epsom Salts laxative prior to our enemas. Grandma prepared a pitcher of warm water and dissloved a cup or so of Epsom Salts in it. She used a tumbler and had we each received a full glass. Mom and Dad got a glass and a half, probably as they were older or larger. It was humiliating to be handed the glass and have to drink the clear, foul tasting fluid with everyone else watching but at least it was tempered by knowing they were going to be in the same boat. I don't think my mom and dad enjoyed having us kids watch them submissively swallow their purgatives, either.
I disliked these flushings as the laxative left a bitter, vile taste in my mouth and a strange, heavy feeling in my stomach. It also took hours to begin and many trips to the toilet. I always thought the enema did enough to clean me out and didn't understand why we needed anything more. But my parents went along with it so what option did I have but to obey? Now I find the dominant/submissive concept of this enticing, particularly as the initial purgative dose of the laxative would be followed by enemas.
On those occasions when more than one of was going to be getting an enema, the first person was allowed to sit on the tolet for about 10 or 15 minutes before Mom called the next one for their enema. There was another bathroom upstairs so the first enemaee was expected to be able to get up and make it there if more time was needed to completely expel things. It was always a bit disgusting to be called into the bathroom while someone else was still on the toilet and the room smelled from their releases, but Mom was in charge. The first person could remain on the toilet while she prepared and administered the enema to the second person, but had to move when that person needed to use the toilet. The position behind the kneeling receipant let whoever was on the toilet have a good look at the other person's genitals and anal regions. The same nozzle was always used, simply relubricated and reinserted. The order of who went first was random so i had opportunities to see both my sisters and my father receive their enemas while I was finishing expelling my soapsuds. And they, of course, saw me kneel for mine. I guess this was kind of kinky with our views of everyone's intimate side, but it made things more expedient.
Mom was gentle with us, always lubricating us and the nozzle. There never seemed to be any concern that the same nozzle was used for all of us. I always had a kinky thrill when it was smeared with my brown waste when it was removed from my rectum. I enjoyed turning my head around to watch and got many glances up her dress during these preparations. I wasn't sexually mature but had an interest in it. I was kind of embarrassed kneeling there nude with her able to study my private parts, so I felt it acceptable to try to sneak peaks up at hers if I could. I know I began to get erections during my enemas before I developed pubic hair.
Eventually this excitation caused me to get erect as I undressed or even while I was awaiting the call to come to the bathroom. Mom tried to get us to take the full amount and would stop the flow and reach down between my legs to massage my tummy. I loved it when her hand or wrist would brush up against my hard little penis. Was this innocent contact or did she get a similar electric charge? She never embarrassed me by talking about my erections or grasping it directly; it was like our special secret. I had seen that my father got an erection when Mom inserted the nozzle into him and let the soapsuds flow so that gave me some comfort that I wasn't alone in being sexually aroused by the process. However I was embarrassed because his penis seemed so much thicker than mine and his testicles so much larger. Unfortunately, Mom develoved breast cancer and her health deteriorated so my older sister took over as my enema administrator before I was mature enough to ejaculate.
Mother oversaw things for several training sessions but then Susan was left in charge. Susan's enemas were initially simply therapeutic but evolved as she became more dominant, forceful and adventuresome. But while these enemas were embarrassing, they also had deeper attraction. It was humiliating to be naked and have my sister see my erection but it was also sensually pleasant to have her insert the nozzle deeply into my rectum and then feel the warmth of the soapy water begin to flood my tummy. It was therapeutic but I was also being used. I both loved and hated it. I guess this push-pull is why I find the enema such an enticing delight. It is both humiliating and stimulating, uncomfortable yet sensual, desirable but decadent.
My first ejaculation came as I was standing, bendind forward over the counter, my sister grasping my penis from behind as I struggled to take her full enema. I didn't know what was happening and lost control of my bowels so I had to clean up both a brown and white mess. My enemas from Susan continued for some time before she moved out. They became very intense as she took me farther and farther. She told me that she knew Mom sometimes made my father cum when she gave him his enema. She made him slip a rubber on before he knelt over the tub so he could cum without making a mess. There were always condoms in the bathroom and I had occassionally used one when I masturbated, imagining how it would be to have sex and actually fuck a girl. I asked Susan to put one on me during one of my enemas and it was fun to fill it while the enema was filling me.
While she made me climax many times, we never had sex as Bill Clinton would define it. I never gave Susan an enema but I did see her mature parts as she frequently urinated or moved her bowels before my enema and I got to see her on the toilet as I awaited my flushing. Several times there was a sanitary belt and soiled napkin visible which always interested and repulsed me. I think she knew I had sometimes secretly unwrapped her discarded Kotex and used the soiled napkins as masturbatory aids so I assume her display was to tease and embarrass me. I became aroused thinking how the white napkin was strapped up against her hairy, intimate parts absorbing her menstrual discharges. The sights and smells excited me to add my own white, sticky male contribution over her red feminine oozings when I had the private opportunity. She did allow my younger sister to watch several times so she could safely learn about male sexual functions.
Mother had her breast removed and had radiation treatments as follow up. In due time she had further surgery to remove her uterus and ovaries. I know she needed help in moving her bowels as we got a new bulb syringe and a bed pan reserved just for her. It was as large as ordinary douche syringes, but fitted with a black rectal tip and a large washer which prevented it from being inserted too far into the rectum. I don't know why the regular syringe couldn't be used but after she died, her bulb syringe and bed pan were used in our play. I did get to observe her receive one enema and assist her to the toilet so she could expel. I can vividly remember seeing her modest left breast and nipple and her hairy tummy but also the scars where her other breast was and the fresh scar above her pubes. It wasn't exciting to see her like that so this enema was strangely different than those I participated in before or after. It wasn't erotic even though I remember her the physical parts, but yet I remember it as sad and loving and maybe how our roles had changed as time went on.
My younger sister and I were only a year and a half apart and had a pretty close relationship. After Susan let her watch a sesion where I received an enema and was masturbated to orgasm, Sally and I had several occassions where we gave enemas to each other when we were home alone. She masturbated me after those enemas and laughed in delight when she made the semen spurted from my penis. One kinky thing we did after we both had preliminary cleansing enemas was to blow air into our bowels through the enema hose and then when we both were filled, put another nozzle on the opposite end of the hose and connect us both together so we would exchange the air.
We once tried this with water and took turns standing with the other laying on the floor and then changing positions several times so we both served as enema bags and administrators. She was just maturing and had very small breasts with puffy nipples and a few hairs just sprouting on her labia. Her anus was pink and hairless and I loved to slip my finger inside it to make way for the nozzle. Sally said she had told one of her friends about how I came and asked if she could show her. I agreed if her both of them would be naked and both receive enemas during my treatment. That as one of my most memorable enemas and orgasms as her friend had larger breasts, more pubic hair and even had some hair in her underarms as she had not yet begun to shave.
Soon after that, my father died and we had to move in with relatives where we didn't have the privacey to continue our kinky enema adventures. Sally had been getting more hesitant anyway as she became more sexually mature, so our sexual enema sessions ended sometime before she had her first period.
