Jess and Lori
Copyright© 2026 by Unca D
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - An enema-lover's love story: Recently widowed mom Lori's 11 year old daughter Jessica needs a doctor-ordered enema due to the effects of an antibiotic. Lori phones Jess's uncle, who runs an on-line alt-health business. He arrives to coach Lori through the procedure. This piques Lori's interest and leads to romance as she explores the enema's potential for personal and erotic pleasure. If you're into enema eroticism this might be a story for you.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Enema Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys
Lori came in and closed the door behind her. “I blew the water out of the hose,” I said, “and I hung the bag in your closet. It should dry thoroughly before putting it away.”
She approached me, put her arms around me and kissed my lips. “Thank you. Thanks for everything.”
“It’s my pleasure, Lori.” She kissed me again, this time a deep and passionate one. “Lori -- this isn’t right.”
“I love you,” she replied.
“I love you, too. You’re like a sister to me.”
“But I’m not your sister. Don’t your feelings run deeper? Mine do.”
“But Lori -- you and Jack...”
“It’s been over a year. Life must go on. I love you and I want you in my life. Jess loves you and she needs a man in her life. You said blood is thicker than water. Let’s keep it in the family.”
“This is so fast ... so sudden.”
“Is there something about me you don’t like? Something you find ... repulsive?”
“Of course not, Lori.”
“You said giving me the enema turned you on. Well -- having the enema turned me on. I didn’t realize it ‘til the second one. Feeling the water ... penetrating deep into me ... seeing you standing, holding the bag ... I could actually see my stomach getting bigger. Then when I could feel my ... anatomy. It made me so horny.”
I sat on the bed, held her on my lap and ran my hand along her thigh. She unbuttoned a couple buttons on my shirt, slipped her hand inside and began caressing my chest. Her fingertips stroked my nipple and I could feel myself stiffening.
I kissed her again, this time our tongues touching. She opened her mouth and extended hers and I sucked on it. Then, I ran the back of my fingers down the bodice of her gown.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m wanting it...” I felt her nipple firming under the smooth satin of her nightshirt. She unbuttoned her gown. “On my skin...”
I pulled open her gown and gazed at her ample breasts and her jar-lid sized pinkish-brown areolas. Then I began rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. “Gosh, Lori -- you have beautiful breasts...”
Her breasts were firm and well-proportioned. I explored them. “You have a blue vein that goes across your areola,” I said, tracing it with my fingertip.
“I hate that,” she replied.
“I don’t. It’s one of those secret things lovers discover about each other...”
Lori leaned back and onto the bed. I lay beside her, tonguing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Her lips parted and her breathing grew heavy.
“Lori,” I said, “are you on the pill?” She shook her head. “I don’t have any condoms on me.”
“Nightstand drawer,” she panted.
I stood, opened the drawer and removed a foil packet. Then I stripped to my briefs and lay beside her again. We kissed and she caressed my face. I put my knee between her thighs and she clamped it between them.
I put my hand on her thigh and worked it up under the hem of her gown until I reached her pubic patch. With my knuckles I stroked her labia. My finger slipped into her slit -- she was very damp down there. I lubricated my finger with her juices, worked upward and encountered her firmly erect clitoral shaft. I began stroking her.
“Wow,” I said, “you are firm down here.”
“I told you I was aroused,” she panted, “ ... more than I can ever remember ... Down a little ... Right there ... just like that ... keep holding me...”
I gazed into her deep brown eyes. Her eyelids drooped and her breathing became panting. “Oh, God, this feels good ... just a little more, now ... don’t change it...” I continued looking into her eyes. She bit her lip and I could see the concentration on her face. Her thighs began to tremble; then, suddenly her body went limp. I continued stroking, now as hard and as fast as I could, and I could feel her breath on my face as she panted.
She let out a guttural groan; then drew in a deep breath and moaned. Her back arched and her abdomen jerked. I kept stroking. Lori moaned again, stifled a shriek and bit her knuckle. She squeezed my knee between her thighs. “Stop,” she panted. “Oh, God, stop ... it’s too much!” Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead glistened.
I helped her sit, cross-legged on her bed. She threw her arms around my neck and covered my face with kisses. Then I grasped the hem of her nightshirt and lifted it from her. She picked up the foil packet and ripped it open; meanwhile I stripped off my now soggy briefs.
She unrolled the condom onto my very firm erection. “How do you want me?” she asked.
I lay on my back. “On top.”
She climbed atop me as I guided my member into her. We locked legs and the two of us began rocking our hips.
I held her across her shoulder blades with my left arm and the small of her back with my right. Then, I explored her smooth buttocks with my hand, my fingers running between them. I lingered on her anus, then went down further until I encountered wetness. My finger was now coated with her slippery juices, and when I ran it back up between her cheeks it slipped easily into her rectum.
I pushed it in up to the second knuckle. She was like warm, wet velvet in there. I felt her sphincter tighten. Then came the guttural groan again and Lori doubled the force of her thrusting. About the same time my own climax was upon me. I held on tight with my left arm and my legs and pushed into her as deeply as I could.
She collapsed onto me, panting.
“Did you have another?” I asked.
“I don’t know ... I might’ve.”
“Gosh, Lori -- I’m sorry. If I could’ve lasted a little longer maybe...”
“No complaints,” she replied. “None at all. You gave me the best O I’ve had in a long time.”
“Let me snag the condom,” I said and reached around her bottom to hook a finger under its collar. “Got it...”
She lifted off me. I grabbed the towel she had spread for her enemas and used it to clean us both off. Then I lay on my back holding her under my left arm.
“We can stay here like this for a while,” I said, “but then I’d better go.”
“Must you?”
“What about Jess? She’s bound to wonder why I’m still here in the morning.”
“It is none of Jessica’s business why you’re still here in the morning. If I know her, she’ll be delighted. She loves you very much, and she needs you in her life. I’ve been wanting this -- wanting this for months. I’ve been falling in love with you ever since ... ever since you helped me with the deed to the house.”
“And I’ve always loved you, Lori. All right ... We’ll feel our way through this. It’s going to feel odd at first, though.”
“Mmm ... This feels really good ... I’ll say one thing. I feel doubly-relaxed, now.”
“From the enema and the orgasm?”
“Yeah ... Right now, I truly have no cares. I will sleep well tonight.”
“Sometime you should try them together.”
“Together? What do you mean?”
“I mean integrating an enema into sex.”
“How would one do that?” she asked.
“Use your imagination ... For example, picture this ... A nice, large-volume, warm enema slowly filling you during foreplay ... Then, the volume and pressure in your belly amplifying the sensations as your partner performs oral sex on you ... Can you picture it?”
She pressed her mons against my thigh and rocked her hips. “Yes, I think I can.”
“And then followed by vigorous mutual humping ... The advantage is, either partner can enjoy it.”
“Both could enjoy it,” she suggested.
“Mmm ... I think that would make having his and hers bathrooms almost a necessity.”
“I suppose you’re right. Imagine having an urgent need to get rid of a monster enema...”
“While your partner is occupying the facilities expelling a similarly giant one. Exactly. Enemas a deux becomes quite a luxury.”
“I want to try something like that,” she said.
“We will, sometime.”
“Not sometime. Now.”
“Now?” I asked. I thought you were perfectly relaxed and ready for sleep.”
“Not any more. Thinking about what you described is making me unbearably horny.”
“Hmmm...” I looked around the room. “We’ll need some way to hang the bag. You wouldn’t happen to have a hospital I.V. stand, would you?”
“Sorry, no.”
“Let me think ... What about that coat tree by the front door? I can bring that up.”
“Okay...”
“I’ll go fetch it and some water.”
“I could slip into something. What should I wear?”
“What you are wearing. Enemas are best enjoyed in the nude.” I swung my feet to the floor and grabbed my jeans.
“Jack’s robe is in the closet,” she said, “if you don’t mind...”
“If you don’t mind.”
“Go ahead.”
I took the robe from the closet and slipped it on. Then I carried the pitcher to the kitchen and filled it with very warm water. On my way upstairs I made a detour to the foyer and grabbed the heavy coat-tree standing by the door.
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