Jess and Lori
Copyright© 2026 by Unca D
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
I sat at the table in the living room. Jessica sat beside me, wearing one of her father’s old shirts as a smock. I was painting arteries in Andrea’s arms while Jess painted the stomach and intestines a pale pink.
Lori regarded the scene. “Jess — you’re getting paint on your fingers.”
“It’ll come off with some solvent,” I said without looking up.
“When you finish what you’re doing, it’s time to get your jammies on and get ready for bed.”
“Aw, Mom...”
“You know the rules, Jess,” I added. “Besides — I’ll need to be on my way soon. I need to be up early tomorrow to go to work. It’s been quite a weekend, hasn’t it?”
“I’ll say,” Jessica replied.
“No argument there,” Lori added.
“When can we do more work on Andrea?” Jessica asked.
“Maybe I can come for an evening during the week. I think a couple evenings more and we’ll have her finished.”
“That reminds me,” Lori said. “One of the girls at the bank is leaving and we’re taking her out for dinner and drinks Thursday after close. Do you think you could come by and keep an eye on things?”
“Thursday? I think so.”
Lori looked at Jessica. “Jess — it’s not that I don’t trust you home alone. It’s just I’ll be so late I’ll worry less if there’s an adult in the house.”
“It’s okay, Mom. Unca-D and I can work on Andrea.”
“With any luck the part for the dishwasher will be here as well,” I added.
“We’ll figure out what to do about dinner for you two,” Lori replied.
“I can order a pizza. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jess?”
“Yeah.”
“Pizza?” Lori glanced at me with narrowed eyes.
“One won’t kill her.” I put some paint thinner on a rag and used it to clean Jessica’s fingers. She headed up stairs.
I closed up paints and packed parts into their box. Lori approached me and we embraced. “Quite a weekend,” I said.
“An unbelievable weekend. I wish you could stay tonight.”
“I wish I could, too — but I don’t have any work clothes. Besides — I have stuff I have to get done at home.”
“I know...” She kissed my lips. “Thanks for everything.”
I heard Jessica starting down the stairs. She approached us wearing a sleep tee that came halfway to her knees. Lori released me from her embrace. “Jess — I’ll make your lunch,” she said and headed to the kitchen.
Jessica approached me as I was closing up my bag. “Unca-D...”
“What, Jess?”
“I ... I think I need another enema.”
“When was the last time you went to the bathroom?”
“Thursday ... with the enema.”
“Jess — you should talk to your mother about this.”
“I know...”
“She’s in the kitchen.”
“I know...”
“Aren’t you comfortable talking to her about it?” She shook her head. “Why not?”
“‘Cuz Mom doesn’t know stuff ... about the body ... not like you do. Can you tell her?”
“Come on,” I said and took her hand. I led her into the kitchen. “Lori — Jess has a problem.”
“What’s the matter, Jess?”
Jessica looked at her feet and pressed her hand against her belly. “She needs another enema,” I said. “She hasn’t been able to go since the last one.”
“Go upstairs, Jess,” Lori said. “We’ll be up once I put this sandwich together.” She watched her daughter head toward her bedroom. “Why did she go to you about this and not me?”
“She said she doesn’t feel comfortable talking about it with you.”
“Why wouldn’t she?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess we have some sort of a connection.”
“Yeah ... You, Jess and Andrea have a ménage-à-trois going.” She closed up a brown paper bag and stowed it in the refrigerator.
“How much more antibiotic does she have to take?” I asked.
Lori counted on her fingers. “Thursday is the last day. I will rejoice when that day comes.” She looked up at me. “Are you going to coach me through this one?”
“This is your chance to solo,” I replied, “to earn your enema wings. I’ll observe ... and I’ll step in if I see you doing anything really wrong.”
Lori stepped into the main bathroom and removed the clear plastic pouch from a cabinet. She began running water in the sink, tested the temperature and filled the bag. I watched as she ran water out of the tube until the level reached the 1,000 ml mark. She held up the bag. “This look okay?”
“No rocket science so far,” I replied.
Lori picked up a towel and the jar of Vaseline and we went into Jessica’s room. I followed and stood near the head of the bed. She laid the full pouch on the foot of the bed. “I can’t believe it doesn’t spill,” she remarked.
“A marvel of modern medicine,” I replied.
`Lori handed the towel to her daughter. “Spread this out and lie on it.”
“Okay, Jess,” Lori said, “lie on your left side and bend your knees.” Jessica complied and her mom spread the afghan across her legs. “Now I’m going to put the tube in,” She looked up at me. “How far?”
“To the black mark.”
“Right ... duh!”
Lori picked up and lifted the bag. “Ready, Jess?”
“Uh-huh,” Jessica said and nodded. Lori release the clamp. “Feels cold...”
“Oh, my God, did I make it too cold?” Lori gasped.
“It’s okay, Mom ... The cold just feels different.”
“I know it does ... I mean, I bet it does.”
“I can feel the water flowing inside my bottom,” Jessica continued. “The first one just felt warm...”
I watched Jessica take sharp, deliberate breaths. “Are you having any cramps?” Lori asked.
“Not bad ones. If I breathe right it makes them go away and I can feel the water going in farther.”
Lori regarded the bag and closed the clamp. “Okay, Jess — roll onto your back. Let me know when you’re ready.” She looked my way and I gave her an approving nod.
“‘Kay, Mom...” Lori released the clamp. Jessica pointed to her abdomen near her ribcage. “I feel it here ... moving across...”
“Do you remember what Andrea’s colon looks like?” I asked. “We were painting it today.”
“Yeah...”
“Well, your colon looks about the same.”
She pointed to her right side. “It’s here, now...”
“And, the bag is empty,” I said.
Lori clamped the tube and took it from Jessica’s bottom. “Stay here ‘til you feel a need to go,” she said. “I’ll put this away.”
I followed Lori into the bathroom. “You did good,” I said.
“Okay, but I made the water too cold...”
“Jess wasn’t complaining. Maybe she preferred it cooler.”
“What else did I do wrong? I didn’t have her roll onto her right side.”
“That wasn’t a problem, either. Actually I think Jess could take a bigger enema...”
“‘Scuse me,” Jessica said from the doorway.
“We’ll let you use the bathroom, Jess.” I nodded toward the hallway. Lori followed me downstairs. “You did fine,” I said. “You’ll have no problem if she should need another.”
“Assuming she’ll tell me she needs one. I’m still miffed she can talk to you about this and not me.”
“She’s an eleven-year-old and you’re her mother. When I was her age there were plenty of things I couldn’t talk about with my folks. She regards me as a pal, not as a parent. At least I’m on your side.”
“I suppose. There is something else...” She shepherded me into the kitchen and lowered her voice. “Something happened while I was giving Jess the enema ... something I didn’t expect.”
“What was that?”
“It made me want one. I remember you saying I should know what an enema feels like in order to give one.”
“That’s what got this whole weekend started, isn’t it?”
“That’s not it ... I really felt what Jess was experiencing ... I felt it in my own gut. It was like I was having an enema vicariously through Jess.”
“Yeah,” I said and nodded. “You were really empathizing.”
“It made me want one. It really made ME want one ... sort of like how watching a skin flick can make you horny.”
“So giving an enema to Jess made your colon horny for one, too. It happens to me.” I heard the upstairs toilet flush. “Jess,” I called, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she replied.
“Did the enema work okay?”
“It worked great. G’night.”
“Good night, Jess. Pleasant dreams.” I turned to Lori, “Well, I’ll be on my way,” I said.
“Wait ... What about what I said?”
“Said about what?”
“You know ... my horny colon. I said administering one to Jess made me want one ... now.”
“Well ... you certainly know how to do it.”
“But, I don’t have a place to hang the bag.”
“Just improvise. I usually do it on the bathroom floor and hang the bag on a towel bar.”
“The bathroom floor is cold and hard. I’d like you to administer it.”
“Lori — I have to be at work tomorrow at seven.”
“It’s not that late, is it?”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen — 8:30. “When you give me that look, I can’t say no. All right, I’ll get things ready. Meet you upstairs.”
“Make this one bigger,” she requested.
“How much bigger? How about five pints?”
“Okay, that sounds good — and, make it colder.” Lori headed up the stairs.
I filled the bag with two and a half quarts of tepid water, filling the bag to its rim.
Lori emerged from the closet in her robe. She slipped it off her shoulders and underneath was wearing a red baby-doll gown top that was open beneath the bodice. She was nude from the waist down.
“Do you like?” she asked, modeling her outfit.
“I do. You look sensational. What’s the occasion?”
“I felt like wearing it,” she replied, “I felt like feeling sexy in it.”
I held up the bag. “Here’s five pints. When you said colder I figured you didn’t mean cold from the tap.”
“No. I wanted to feel what Jess felt.”
“I reckoned as much, so I made it a few degrees below body temperature. Believe me, your body will perceive it as cold.”
She spread a towel on the bed and lay on it.
“I want to show you another position you can try. Lie on your stomach and then roll partway onto your right side. Draw up your left knee and bend your right leg just a bit...”
“Like this?”
“Perfect.” I put a dab of lube on the nozzle, spread her cheeks and then slid it into her rectum. I held up the bag and opened the clamp.
“Oh, I feel it,” she said. “It feels like a cool spray deep inside me.”
“Warm water is relaxing, but cold water can be cramping. If you feel a cramp let me know and I’ll stop the flow.”
“No cramping yet,” she said. “I can feel it flowing in deeper.”
“Just relax and take long slow breaths.”
I held up the bag as it deflated. “About half done,” I remarked. “How does it feel?”
“Feels okay.”
“Starting to feel full yet?”
“A little,” she replied, “no discomfort...” More of it flowed into her. “Starting to feel full. How much is left?” she asked.
“I’d say about a pint. Do you want to stop?”
“No, but I am starting to feel really full.”
I closed the clamp. “Let’s take a rest for a few moments — give your colon some time to acclimate. Let me know when you’re ready for the rest of it.”
“I think I’m ready now.”
I opened the clamp, held up the bag and watched as it emptied. “You’re done,” I said and pulled the nozzle from her bottom. `
Lori rolled onto her back and palpated her abdomen. She pressed her palms against her sides beneath her rib cage. “I feel the fullness here,” she remarked.
I gave her my hand so she could stand. She looked at herself in the mirror.
“I can see the fullness,” I remarked.
“I feel very full but not over-full. I think five pints is about my capacity.”
“Ah, you’re getting to know your colon.”
She slipped into her robe and headed downstairs to the first floor powder room. I went into the living room and sat on the sofa to wait for her.
After a while Lori emerged from the powder room. “How’d you make out?” I asked.
“Good. Really good.” She pressed her hands against her belly. “My tummy’s back to normal.” She approached me and kissed my lips. “Is there any vodka left?”
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