Jess and Lori
Copyright© 2026 by Unca D
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Morning light awoke me. Lori was still asleep, entwined around me. I kissed her cheek. “Good morning,” I said.
“Mmm...”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Mmm ... I don’t think I’ve ever slept better.”
“Lori, we need to figure out how to make this work. I’ll spend as much time here as I can, but I do have a day job and I can’t neglect my side business.”
“Understood,” she replied.
“Besides, I think we should take it slow. We can spend weekends together ... here, or at my place. There’s a room Jessica can use.” She nodded. “At least ‘til Jess finishes school. Then maybe we’ll be ready to take it up a notch. The two of you can move into my place.”
“At least for the summer, that is.”
“Jessica will be starting junior high in the fall. It’ll mean a change of schools for her, anyway.”
“That’s true,” Lori agreed. “It’ll break up her circle of friends. It was going to happen, anyway.”
“Then, if we decide we want to make it permanent ... We can put this place on the market. You could use the extra income from not having to pay a mortgage.”
“I wouldn’t want to sell the house.”
“Then we can rent it out. It doesn’t make sense to have it sitting, empty.”
“I suppose ... if we get to that stage.”
“Lori — if we get to that stage, I’ll want us to set a date.”
“A date? Are seriously talking about marriage?”
“If we get to that stage,” I replied, “yes.”
“God ... I’m afraid of that kind of commitment. That’s why Jack and I never...”
“I’m not thinking of you or me. I’m thinking of Jessica. Remember what a mess it was settling Jack’s affairs?”
“How could I forget?”
“If anything should happen to me, I’d want my fortune ... such as it is ... to pass to you and Jess. And ... If anything should happen to you ... I wouldn’t want to lose her. Marriage is the best way to guarantee either of those outcomes.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I said. “It’s a long road before we reach that point.”
I heard water running.
“Jess is up,” Lori said. “She’s taking her shower.”
“I’ll slip back home ... change my clothes and pack a bag.”
“I’ll have a talk with Jess,” Lori replied.
“Good ... Don’t make any promises. Just tell her what we discussed.” I kissed her lips. “See you in a bit.”
I rang the bell and Jessica opened the door. I regarded her, in her shorts and tee. Her hair was still wet. She bit her lip and tears began to flow.
“Jess ... Is something wrong?”
I opened my arms to her and she fell into them, sobbing. “Mom told me...”
“Slow down, Jess,” I replied. “We’re just going to see if we can make this work.”
“Are you going to be my new daddy?” she asked, sniffling.
“I’ll always be your Unca-D,” I replied. She lay her face against my chest and held on tight. “I love you, Jess.”
“I love you, too...”
“Let me put my bag upstairs.”
She let go of me and I carried my bag to Lori’s room. From it I removed the Visible Woman kit and carried it downstairs.
“Here, Jess,” I said handing it to her. “I promised I’d bring it on my next visit.”
Her eyes popped. “Wow ... thanks ... Hey, Mom!”
Lori regarded her daughter. “Remember — AFTER you’re done with your schoolwork.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Now, come for breakfast.”
I watched as Jessica wolfed down pancakes. She jumped up from the table and headed into the living room.
“These are good pancakes,” I remarked.
“Thanks,” Lori replied. “They’re one of my stealth-health recipes. They’re made with bran ... I call them my brancakes. I figured with Jess’s difficulties she could use all the fiber she can get.”
“She had the enema on Thursday,” I said between bites. “So far she hasn’t lost any of her pep.”
“I don’t know if she’s been to the bathroom, though.” Lori shook her head. “I never thought I’d be the sort of mom who frets about her kid’s bowels.”
“My mother was that sort of a mom,” I replied. “In this case, you’re justified. Jess is suffering a side-effect of the antibiotic.”
“I will be glad when this is behind us.” She leaned to spy into the living room. “She’s digging into her schoolwork.”
“Anyone can be an eager beaver with the right motivation,” I replied.
“Jess is a good student ... That ... thing you brought is giving her a little extra incentive. I can’t believe you actually brought it for her. You’ll spoil her.” She sipped her coffee. “Actually, Jack used to spoil her. He’d get her whatever she asked for.”
“I think dads are obligated to spoil their daughters. Otherwise, how else will they learn to be proper wives?”
“Ha-ha. Very funny.” She sipped more. “The past year we’ve barely made ends meet, so I think a treat like this welcome. Thanks for doing it.”
“It was my pleasure. I had a model like that at her age ... the Visible Man.”
“What happened to it?”
“I wore it out. The look on her face when she saw the box was all the thanks I require.” I drained my cup. “I’ll go see how the student is doing.”
I wandered into the living room. “Almost done,” Jessica reported.
I looked at the stack of papers. “This didn’t take long.”
“It’s easy stuff...”
“Have your uncle look it over for you, Jess,” Lori called from the kitchen.
I carried the pages to the sofa, sat and scanned through them. Jessica brought the last worksheet to me, then sat and looked over my shoulder.
“This all looks good, Jess. Your teacher should be pleased.”
“Can we start working on Visible Woman?” she asked.
“Jess — it will require a lot of careful work and patience in order to get a good result. Will you be patient?”
“Yes...”
“First things first ... We need to buy some paints.”
“Let’s go buy paints,” Jessica replied.
“First we need to know what colors to buy. But, first ... We need to know what color scheme we’re going to use.”
“Color scheme?” Jessica asked.
“Yes. The instructions offer color suggestions. Those are like the colors you see on other anatomical models — they’re intended to help distinguish the organs. Real human organs look different. So the first decision is, do we go with the instructions, or, do we make her as realistic as possible?”
“Realistic,” Jessica answered.
I regarded the photograph on the box. “I suppose we could stick with the red and blue conventions for the blood vessels,” I suggested. “Red for arteries and blue for veins.”
Jessica examined her forearm and traced a line from her elbow to her wrist. “My veins are blue.”
“That’s how they look through your skin. Have you ever had blood drawn from a vein?”
“No...”
“It comes out a very dark, brownish-red. Nonetheless, blue for veins is probably okay since that’s how they’d look through her skin — if it wasn’t clear.”
“Okay, blue veins,” Jessica agreed.
“The other organs will be shades of red, because they’re saturated with blood ... Healthy human lungs are bright red ... the liver and spleen dark red-brown ... the stomach and intestines are pinkish.”
“We could look for pictures of organs,” Jessica suggested. “MOM! Can I use the computer?”
“What for?” Lori asked
“To look up pictures of organs.”
“To get the color right,” I added.
Lori rolled her eyes. “Go ahead...”
Lori sat at the table in the living room. Jessica and I had spread newspapers and were busy gluing and painting. “I do not understand,” she said, “your fascination for ... guts.”
“It’s interesting,” Jess and I replied in unison.
“Well, Jess,” she continued, “it is nearly your bedtime. You’d better go get ready.”
“Aw Mom...”
“You know the rules,” I added.
“Can we work on her tomorrow?” Jessica asked.
“I was hoping,” Lori replied, “if it’s nice tomorrow we could do something outdoors.”
“Tomorrow after dinner, then?” Jess asked.
“I suppose...”
“Yay!” Jessica sprinted up the stairs to her room.
“You certainly have her engaged,” Lori remarked.
“Yes, this is a lot more fun than I imagined.”
“How did you get so good at such ... futzy painting?”
“I built model cars and airplanes when I was her age. It’s like riding a bike — once you learn you never forget.”
Lori picked up the scale model heart and examined it. “It’s lost on me,” she said and set it down.
Jessica pounded down the stairs. “She needs a name,” she said.
“You mean...” I gestured toward the table.
“Yeah.”
“Well — she’s yours ... pick a name.”
Jessica bit her lip and rolled her eyes in thought. “I know ... Andrea.”
“Andrea?” I replied.
“Yes. She is definitely Andrea. G’night, Unca-D ... G’night, Mom ... G’night, Andrea...” She headed up the stairs.
“When Jess was five she had an imaginary friend named Andrea,” Lori said.
“I had one, too ... named Percy.”
“Percy?” Lori giggled. “That name sounds so ... gay.”
“It appealed to me as a five-year-old. I eventually named my Visible Man after him, so Jess is following a precedent.”
Lori’s eyes scanned up the stairs. “I don’t think she’s gone to the bathroom yet.”
“You’ve pumped enough fiber into her, with your brancakes this morning and the whole-wheat macaroni-and-cheese for dinner. If she doesn’t go, she’s apt to explode. She certainly hasn’t been acting sluggish.”
“No, she has not,” Lori agreed. “I was going upstairs. Care to join me?”
“I thought you’d never ask ... Did you have anything particular in mind?”
“I saw a tab on your website labeled Intoxicating Enemas. Jess was around so I didn’t dare open it. What is that about?”
“Well ... some pharmaceuticals are absorbed readily via the rectal route. There’s evidence the Incas used enemas to deliver ritual drugs. There’s some evidence the practice continues among South American rainforest tribes. Years ago, mainstream Western medicine regarded it as a viable alternative to the oral route. Actually, that’s coming back into vogue, to a degree. If Jessica were to need a medical procedure in which she was sedated ... or, prepped for general anesthesia ... There’s a good chance she’d receive a small rectal injection.”
“Of what?” Lori asked.
“A rapid-onset barbiturate, most likely. Into the 1950s, moms in labor were given ether by enema to induce twilight sleep.”
“What about recreational drugs?”
“Many are effective when administered through the back door. Some tryptamines are ineffective orally but very effective rectally. I’ve never been into illicit recreational chemicals, so I have no direct experience. There is, however, alcohol. It, too, is readily absorbed by the colon.”
“You’ve taken alcohol in an enema?”
“Certainly. Nearly every enema aficionado wants to try it at least once.”
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