From the time I was little, my mom used to give me enemas. She was kind of a health nut and one day when I was 9 or so and complained of a stomach ache, she insisted on giving me an enema. I remember her laying a towel down on the bathroom floor and having me pull down my panties and lying over her lap while she gave it to me. After that she decided it would be a good idea to give me them regularly. So about once a month or so, she would call me in the bathroom to receive my enema. I would walk in, see the full bag with a little water dripping off the bag. Sometimes I would protest, but mom would insist they were good for me and I should be a good little girl.
Eventually I got used to receiving an enema once a month and would sometimes even watch her fill the bag with warm water, salt and or soap, depending on whether or not Mom felt I needed a good cleaning. When I got older and would get called to the bathroom, I would feel a surge of anticipation and a mild twinge in my young pussy as I watched the bag being filled, knowing all that water would soon be inside me! If Mom felt I needed an especially good cleaning, she would pour some water in a jar, swish a bar of soap in it, then pour it into the bag, then pour more water in it, and then shake the bag, making sure the soap and water mixed well.
When I got older and too large to fit on her lap, she would have me get on my hands and knees when she gave me my enemas. I would watch her fill the bag, then she would put on a rubber glove, stick her finger in some jelly and gently slide it into my little butthole. Then after she removed her finger, I'd feel it get replaced by the enema nozzle.
I'd hear the click, then feel the water rush into me. She would tell me to breathe deeply and rub my stomach to help with cramping. At first, I couldn't take very much water but eventually I was able to take two and sometimes even two and a half quarts with no trouble. My belly would get so big, I'd look like I was pregnant. After the bag was empty, Mom would make me hold the water for five minutes or so before she let me go to the bathroom to expel all the water.
The older I got, the more I began to enjoy them. Sometimes I would ask Mom to give me one because they got me so hot. I would receive the enema, then afterwards go in my bedroom and play with myself until I came!
I got to see Mom give them to other people like my aunt and cousin. A few times I would hear them talk about giving enemas. Then I'd hear the water in the bathroom running. I would sneak a peek and see my aunt on the floor on her hands and knees with Mom giving her an enema! She would tell my aunt to relax and breathe deeply just like she did with me. My aunt seemed like she enjoyed them..her eyes closed as she breathed deeply. I would watch the bag empty into her and see her stomach slowly expand.
After she expelled the enema, she would then give my Mom one! I used to wish it was me giving her the enema! I saw Mom give my cousin an enema a couple times and again I wished it was me giving it to him! Mom began to get more equipment. Besides the standard two-quart bag, she also bought a couple smaller 'squeeze bulb' types to use on me. I really enjoyed her filling them up with water and using them on me. Occasionally she would prepare me for a large enema by giving me a small squeeze bulb enema first. I could feel how wet my pussy got when she gave me those.
Mom kept giving them to me until I went away to college. I started missing the enemas she gave me and went out and bought my own equipment so I could give them to myself. While it was fun, I didn't enjoy them as much as the ones Mom had given me.
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Little Girl Enema
From the time I was little, my mom used to give me enemas. She was kind of a health nut and one day when I was 9 or so and complained of a stomach ache, she insisted on giving me an enema. I remember her laying a towel down on the bathroom floor and having me pull down my panties and lying over her lap while she gave it to me. After that she decided it would be a good idea to give me them regularly. So about once a month or so, she would call me in the bathroom to receive my enema. I would walk in, see the full bag with a little water dripping off the bag. Sometimes I would protest, but mom would insist they were good for me and I should be a good little girl.
Eventually I got used to receiving an enema once a month and would sometimes even watch her fill the bag with warm water, salt and or soap, depending on whether or not Mom felt I needed a good cleaning. When I got older and would get called to the bathroom, I would feel a surge of anticipation and a mild twinge in my young pussy as I watched the bag being filled, knowing all that water would soon be inside me! If Mom felt I needed an especially good cleaning, she would pour some water in a jar, swish a bar of soap in it, then pour it into the bag, then pour more water in it, and then shake the bag, making sure the soap and water mixed well.
When I got older and too large to fit on her lap, she would have me get on my hands and knees when she gave me my enemas. I would watch her fill the bag, then she would put on a rubber glove, stick her finger in some jelly and gently slide it into my little butthole. Then after she removed her finger, I'd feel it get replaced by the enema nozzle.
I'd hear the click, then feel the water rush into me. She would tell me to breathe deeply and rub my stomach to help with cramping. At first, I couldn't take very much water but eventually I was able to take two and sometimes even two and a half quarts with no trouble. My belly would get so big, I'd look like I was pregnant. After the bag was empty, Mom would make me hold the water for five minutes or so before she let me go to the bathroom to expel all the water.
The older I got, the more I began to enjoy them. Sometimes I would ask Mom to give me one because they got me so hot. I would receive the enema, then afterwards go in my bedroom and play with myself until I came!
I got to see Mom give them to other people like my aunt and cousin. A few times I would hear them talk about giving enemas. Then I'd hear the water in the bathroom running. I would sneak a peek and see my aunt on the floor on her hands and knees with Mom giving her an enema! She would tell my aunt to relax and breathe deeply just like she did with me. My aunt seemed like she enjoyed them..her eyes closed as she breathed deeply. I would watch the bag empty into her and see her stomach slowly expand.
After she expelled the enema, she would then give my Mom one! I used to wish it was me giving her the enema! I saw Mom give my cousin an enema a couple times and again I wished it was me giving it to him! Mom began to get more equipment. Besides the standard two-quart bag, she also bought a couple smaller 'squeeze bulb' types to use on me. I really enjoyed her filling them up with water and using them on me. Occasionally she would prepare me for a large enema by giving me a small squeeze bulb enema first. I could feel how wet my pussy got when she gave me those.
Mom kept giving them to me until I went away to college. I started missing the enemas she gave me and went out and bought my own equipment so I could give them to myself. While it was fun, I didn't enjoy them as much as the ones Mom had given me.