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Date Posted: 19:30:21 02/15/26 Sun
Author: Jimmy D
Subject: Re: Did anyone receive an enema fromm a neighbor mom?
In reply to: Patrick 's message, "Re: Did anyone receive an enema fromm a neighbor mom?" on 01:39:30 02/15/26 Sun

I wish I'd met this Diane! She sounds like she could be a lot of fun. But I reckon I'd try to find a way to make it an even exchange, as in

"Well Diane, only my mom ever gives me enemas. I - I think I'd be a bit embarrassed to have anyone else do it."
"Well Jimmy, don't you worry - I've given plenty of enemas and seen plenty of bottoms"

"I don't know, Diane... I'd probably feel better about it if I could return the favor and give you an enema, too"
"Jimmy, are you saying you want to give me an enema?"
"Well, uh... yeah. I've never given anyone an enema before, but um... do you think you could teach me how?"
"Well Jimmy, I've never been given an enema by anyone but my mom, either - God rest her soul. I - I don't know how I'd feel..."

"I don't know how I'd feel either, but I... I'd kinda like to find out - if you would, too"

"Well... we've both never been given enemas by anyone but our moms... it would be different. But... you're a lot younger than I am..."

"And you're a bit older than I am. Still, it's just an enema... And like I say, I've never given anyone an enema before. It sure would be nice if it were someone I knew... like you"

Diane thought about it a moment. My parents were gone until six this evening, so we had plenty of time. I could sense her considering all of this, when finally she smiled and agreed.
"Okay, we'll do this, but I get to do you first, to show you how. Where does your mom keep the equipment?"

My mom had a 6oz bulb syringe as well as a standard 2 quart fountain syringe. Both of them were equipped with 6" long fountain syringe nozzles. My mom always said she thought those little 3" long hard plastic nozzles were dangerous - too easy to accidently puncture the rectal wall, she said. The big rounded tip of the 6" nozzle was a lot safer.

Diane took both the bulb and the bag and said she'd start by giving me four or five 6 oz. soap and water enemas to clean out the lower colon, and then rinse me out with a full 2 quart tap water enema.

Wow! My mom never did that! She just gave me the two quart bag and always had me get down on all fours on the bathroom floor. Diane said she'd like me across her lap for the bulb enemas, and then laying on my bed - on my left side - for the 2 quart enema.

After gathering all the gear and preparing the warm soapy water, Diane told me to remove my boxers and come over and lay across her lap. I was fifteen years old, and weighed all of 140 pounds, but Diane said she could "handle" me.

This was so exciting! Diane was my mom's friend, so she certainly wasn't a stranger. I'd guess she was in her late thirties (her two kids were 8 and 10) and she was still a very pretty lady. And, she'd always been very kind to me and my sister when we were over at her house.In short, Diane was fun. If any adult other than my mom was going to give me an enema, I was glad it was gonna be Diane. And then the fact that she'd agreed to let me give her an enema? OMG! I could hardly contain my rapidly engorging manhood as I timidly approached and positioned myself across her lap.

Once I was in position, she reached for the bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion my mom always kept on the bathroom sink. Then she lay a warm hand across my buttocks and asked if I was ready.

"I am" I said, though it sounded more like a squeak. Then I felt her fingers part my cheeks and expose my anus.

OMG! The anus is such a private part of your body... to expose it to someone else is a very vulnerable, and yet oddly exciting and erotic moment. I think I must have been trembling with anticipation, because Diane told me that everything would be okay, and asked me to relax and try to enjoy the sensations. It would make the enema go in much better.

I flinched a bit as I felt the first glob of lotion as she gently rubbed it on my anus, and then pressed a bit harder, gradually relaxing and lubricating my sphincter and allowing her finger to probe ever deeper past my anus and up into my rectum.

She paused a moment to ask how I was doing, and then, after a couple more gentle rotations of her finger, slowly removed it and said she was going to start giving me the soap and water enemas. She'd mixed up a big bowl of hot water and soap, vigorously scrubbing the soap between her hands until the water was so soapy you couldn't see through it. It looked like skimmed milk and had cooled to just about body temperature.

"Okay, I'm going to start giving you the enemas now. Try to relax and be sure to tell me if you start feeling any pain or cramps. We're gonna try to get at least four or five bulbs into you, okay?"

"I'll do my best, Diane. This is so different from how my mom does it! Thank you for teaching me!"

She patted my cheeks and said "Aw... you're doing great. Okay, here goes..."

Again, I think I flinched a bit as I felt the big rounded tip of the 6" plastic nozzle touch my now thoroughly lubed anus, but Diane easily guided it up into me with gentle but steady pressure. My mom always just pushed it straight in, but Diane kinda twirled it up into me in a very gentle way. The feeling was exquisite and I savored every millimeter as the nozzle probed ever deeper into the upper regions of my rectum.

Then Diane gently but firmly squeezed the milky contents of the bulb up into me.

"You doing okay?" she asked, as she carefully removed the nozzle and began refilling the bulb.
"I'm doing great, so far"
"Well you may start to cramp a bit as this soap begins to take effect, so let me know"

Then she carefully reinserted the big nozzle and squeezed another bulb fill of the milky solution up into me.

After this one, as she was filling up the next bulbful, I did begin to cramp a bit. Diane instructed me to hold still, try to relax and take deep breaths. She also rubbed my lower back a bit with her warm, dry hand. Eventually, the cramps subsided and then I felt the big nozzle once again commence its journey up into the depths of my rectum. The way Diane did it, the insertion felt so good! I found myself wishing the nozzle was 10, 20 or even 30" longer. What would it feel like to push something that long that deep up inside of you? I could only imagine, but Diane sure made the most of that 6" nozzle.

Ultimately, she managed to squeeze six and a half bulbs full of the milky white soapy solution into my rectum and beyond into my colon before I could take no more. Hurriedly getting up off her lap, I barely made it to the toilet before expelling the contents of my colon in a series of gushes that took almost ten minutes before I felt sufficiently emptied.

Meanwhile, Diane had taken the two quart fountain syringe bag into the kitchen where she'd filled it up with very warm water. When I emerged from the bathroom, she asked me how I felt and how did I like the first part of the enemas so far. I never thought I'd say this about an enema before, but I told her those enemas were awesome! By far the best enemas I'd ever had in my life!
She laughed and suggested we head for my bedroom next door for the final rinse out enema.

I'd had plenty of experience taking two quart enemas from my mom, but they'd always been in the bathroom with me down on my hands and knees. This would be my first time taking one while laying on my side.

Before I did however, Diane asked me to kneel on all fours as it would be easier for her to lube me up again in preparation for my next insertion.

Once again, I felt the gentle touch of her lotion covered fingertip as she rubbed it around my anus before slowly working her way deeper up into me. My mom would apply lube to the nozzle, but she'd never insert her finger into me, much less touch me with it. The difference in sensations - and excitement - was stunning.

Finally, Diane had me lie down on the bed, on my left side, with my right knee drawn up. She said this position would allow the water to flow into me more easily.

The anticipation as she lifted my upper butt cheek to expose my anus was almost unbearable. That, coupled with the fact that she was actually seeing my anus - and that I wanted her to - was almost surreal.

The nozzle tip touched me, and then slid smoothly up past my sphincter and into my rectum.

"I'm starting the flow now" Diane advised me. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am" I said. "This is so nice"

Diane gave my butt a little pat and then I heard the click of the hose clamp and felt the familiar rush of water surging down into my colon. Ahhhhhh...

After about a half minute, I began to cramp and so Diane halted the flow. Then she had me roll onto my back and she re-opened the clamp.

Ahhhhhhhh....

This time, the rest of the water flowed smoothly down into me until at last we could see that the bag was finally empty.

Prior to this afternoon, I'd guess my mom had given me 30-40 enemas, but none of them were anywhere near as exciting, satisfying and even downright erotic as this set with Diane.

After I'd finished up on the toilet, I put my boxers back on and stepped out of the bathroom to find Diane waiting with a fresh bowl of milky, soapy warm water.

"Are you ready to apply the lessons you've learned today?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I am" I smiled.

"Alright then, well you tell me how you'd like to proceed and I'll follow your instructions."

"Yes, Ma'am. Well for starters..."

(To be continued...)

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