I can remember as though it were this morning that my mother sodomized me. I know her motive and her method of concealing the act. I am 54 now and she is still alive and still trying now to financially sodomize me. While my sisters look on with an "after all I'm not my brother's keeper" attitude. I was abuot 3 yrs old when mom called me to the bathroom where that red water bag hung by the window. It had a white elongated teardrop shaped plunger device at the end. "Come here Danny your sick and I have to give you this." She would then proceed to give me an enema me screaming all the while. She did it several times. Always when my father was not present. She even had a code name for it. she would use that code name to make me do or not do things. Danny do you want a... "code word" goes here. Little sister would look on and also say that phrase to me from time to time just to scare me.
God bless you mommy.
Funny how you can google "women sodomize sons" and get nothing on the subject.