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Subject: Re: Mom keeps trying Author: Dan [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:21:57 09/09/09 Wed In reply to: Greg 's message, "Mom keeps trying" on 11:59:57 08/22/09 Sat I got out of the army in July 1956 when I was 19. my parents picked me up at the train station in Newark. NJ and drove me home. Out next door neighbor took our picture in the backyard and I went to the room I shared with two brothers to change clothes. My mother came along and said after that train ride from Georgia she better give me an enema. Protests did no good. I went in the bathroom, took off my underwear, got on my back and got the enema. I got them whenever she wanted to give me one for the next six years that I lived home. She did not feel my age made it inappropriate. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: Mom keeps trying Author: Jamie [Edit] Date Posted: 17:57:20 09/27/09 Sun My mother nailed me a couple of hours ago. She gave my sister one yesterday who kept complaining she's always picked on. She said Jamie never gets them. My mother said he gets what he needs just as you do. My sister kept whining and my mother said you're not talking me out of it. She ended up getting one. She was so mad her eyes were red like she was crying. I was watching the beginning of the Giants game with my father when my mother came along and said she wanted me in the bathroom. I said what for. My dad said you know what for. What does she ever want you in the bathroom for. Now get there. I went to the bathroom and my mom had the filled bag hanging from the door knob. She must have known for a while she was giving me an enema. I was still standing there when my mom came along and she said have you found a new way for getting an enema in you without taking off your clothes. I started undoing my shoes and my mom is saying when did you last poop. Give me a true answer. The way you played with your breakfast it wasn't yesterday. I saw you threw away most of your pancakes. Tuesday I guess. Why would you ever let yourself go so long. Were you getting the feeling. I said yes but I couldn't do anything. She said wasn't that a sign to tell me you needed help? I said I don't know. I hate getting an enema. She said you're talking like a five year old. I got my shirt off and my good pants that I had worn to church today. I folded them over the top of the shower door and then got out of my tee and dropped my plaid boxers and stepped out of them. I picked them up and held them in front of my wizzer which was stiff and my mother said put them on the hamper and you get on the towel. I sat down on the towel. My mother said why do you keep acting like I can get an enema in you without access to your rear entrance. Now do it right. Lay back, pull your legs back and spread your cheeks. She greased my crack and put her finger up my hole. She said Jame your poop is like concrete. She called to my dad and said Jim, could you get the bottle of Dawn from the kitchen. He needs more then just salt in his enema. My dad came with the Dawn and my mom squirted some into the top of the enema bag. She said the way he's packed he may need two. Maybe soap though will make him empty a lot so he doesn't need two. I'm not sure I will be able to get the pipe in him he's so packed. Jame, don't you have a stomach ache or a head ache. I said sort of. She said to my dad it might be easier if you held his legs back for a bit and let him spread his cheeks so I can easily get the pipe in him. My dad said push your legs back and he grabbed my ankles. My mom greased my crack and hole again. She opened the clip and squirted some of the enema on the towel and then pushed the pipe in me. Can you feel it. Yes. I am so glad she said. My dad said can you hold your legs up and back. I said I always do. He said I'm leaving then. Who"s winning i asked. The Giants he said. My mother said you have to hold this as long as you can. I said I'm ready to let it out now. She said you better not. She picked the bag up from the doorknob and held it up high. This is empty. The longer you hold it the better you'll feel when it comes out. Soon I said I have to get up or I'm going to go on the floor. She said I'll leave you and come back to see how things went. She came back in ten minutes. I was still having little squirts coming out of me. She asked how did I feel. I said a lot better and I'm hungry now. I always feel hungry after an enema works. She said do you need another one? I said there can't be any more in me. She said I'll check tomorrow. I heard her tell my dad to tell me how dangerous it is to let myself go that long and she made me a sandwich.