Jess and Lori
Copyright© 2026 by Unca D
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 rang the bell and Jessica answered the door. “Hi, Unca-D,” she said. “You didn’t come for dinner.”
“Not tonight,” I replied and regarded her. She was already in her flannel nightgown. “Shall we put the finishing touches on Andrea?”
“Yeah...”
I sat at the table and sorted through the various organs. “I think we have a few pieces to glue together. That should dry in a few minutes.” I glanced over my shoulder and saw Lori sitting at her kitchen table, doing a crossword. “You know, Jess -- the human body isn’t really such a mystery. You just need to break it down into the various systems ... circulatory system, nervous system, digestive system...”
“How come you’re not a doctor?” Jess asked.
“Because I was too lazy to put in the effort it takes to become one. And, medical school was too expensive for me. Would you like to be a doctor?”
“Maybe ... yeah.”
“I hope you can be one.”
Together Jessica and I assembled the various organs into the clear plastic figure and snapped it shut. “There ... time for introductions. Jess, Andrea ... Andrea, Jess.”
Jessica took the figure and carried it into the kitchen. “Look, Mom ... Andrea!”
“Very nice, Jess,” Lori said coldly.
“I’m gonna take her to my room...”
“It’s bedtime, Jess.”
“‘Kay ... Unca-D?”
“Yes, Jess?”
“Are you going to stay with us this weekend?”
“I need to speak to your mother, Jess. You go to bed.”
“G’night Unca-D.”
“Good night, Jess,” I replied. I strolled into the kitchen. Lori glanced at me from the corner of her eye and returned to her crossword. “I wanted to clear the air about last night.”
Lori continued filling in squares.
“I’m sorry we argued,” I continued.
“So am I.”
“I meant it when I said I had Jessica’s best interests first and foremost. I know how much you love her. I love her just as much.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” Lori replied.
“I would never touch her inappropriately, and I would never, ever do anything I thought might harm her.”
“I’m happy to hear that, too.”
“And, I lost my temper. I’m sorry about that, too. Can you forgive me?”
“I forgive you for losing your temper.”
“And, when I called you a klismaphobe ... I’m sorry about that, too. That was out of line. Can you forgive me for that?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Oh ... well ... I’ll be on my way...”
“Wait...” I turned and faced her and she approached me with tears in her eyes. “I can’t forgive you because ... because you were right. I deserved it and I needed it. Everything you said was correct. I was the one who was out of line. Can you forgive me?”
“Of course, Lori...”
“I realized what it was ... why the enemas were such a thrill ... I thought I was doing something ... naughty. All my life I’ve had this ... drive to do bad things. I had a thrill doing a naughty thing on Prom night with Jack ... and Jessica was the result. I was a virgin ... I got pregnant the first time.”
“But -- enemas aren’t bad...”
“They were only bad in my own mind.”
“Lori -- I still want to be engaged with you and Jess. If the enema stuff is a barrier -- I can wall it off. I can even close the business. It would free up more time to spend with you.”
She bit her lip and began wiping tears from her face. “You don’t have to do that -- though it means a lot that you’d consider it ... It’s been such a big part of your life...”
“For ten years.”
“I just didn’t want Jess growing up making the same mistakes I did.”
“Lori -- the way to prevent that is to be brutally honest with her. Jess is a smart and responsible girl. If we tell her the truth ... and if she trusts that we will always tell her the truth ... she will make the right decisions. Let’s lay this enema thing to rest one way or the other right now.” I leaned out of the kitchen and called upstairs. “Jessica, are you still awake?”
The door to her room cracked open. “Yes...”
“Come down for a minute.” I looked at Lori. “She was probably busy dissecting Andrea. I’ll bet there are plastic innards all over the bed.”
Jessica entered the kitchen. “Jess -- I showed you how to give yourself an enema last night...”
“Yeah...”
“How would you describe the experience?”
“It made me feel better.”
“Would you say the enema was fun?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No ... It wasn’t awful but it wasn’t fun.”
“Do you want another one?”
“No. I didn’t want that one but I needed it.”
“So you’re not interested in taking enemas for pleasure.”
“No. Who would?”
I looked toward Lori. “Who would, indeed? Good night, Jess.”
“G’night ... Mom?”
“Yes, Jess?”
“Is Unca-D staying?”
“It’s entirely up to him,” Lori replied. “Good night, Jess.”
“G’night...” She headed back upstairs.
Lori buried her face in her hands. “I feel like such an idiot. I’m really sorry for my immature, irrational, unthinking ... uncalled for, outburst. If my behavior changes your opinion of me ... if you don’t want to have anything to do with me ... I’ll understand.”
I turned and headed toward the front door. “Oh, God...” I heard Lori sob.
“Oh, I’m not leaving. I’m just getting my bag from the trunk.”
“You packed a bag? You expected a ... reconciliation?”
“I knew I wasn’t leaving ‘til we had this out, and I knew the outcome would swing one way or the other. I guess I’m just a cockeyed optimist.”
“Do you really still want me?”
“Lori ... Our discussion makes me want you even more.”
“How could it?”
“Don’t you understand? The strength of a couple’s relationship isn’t measured by how they love but by how they argue. We had a great argument.”
“What do you mean?”
“What made it great was that ... that both of us care enough for each other ... respect each other ... to stand in each other’s place for a moment and see things from a different perspective. And, it took courage and trust for you tell me some of the things you did.”
Lori approached me and I opened my arms to her. She held on, clutching the fabric of my shirt in her fists, and sobbed. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
I pet her hair and kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay ... we understand each other ... Lori ... if you don’t want enemas in our life together, we can leave them out. I’ll need to keep them in my life, but like I said -- I can wall it off. If you think they’re bad...”
“You misunderstood what I said,” she interrupted. “I said therethey were bad only in my own mind. The operative word was WERE ... past tense.” She looked into my face and caressed my cheek. “I had today off from the bank. I spent it looking at your website again ... this time with open eyes and open mind. I read all of it ... the informational pages ... your catalog ... and the testimonials ... especially the testimonials. Whatever their reasons -- pleasure, health ... kinks -- people come to you for help or inspiration or advice. Ordinary people ... young ones, old ones ... men, women ... gay and straight ... ones with health problems and some who just want to try something different. I admire you for what you do.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“Then ... since it was a while before Jess got home from school I laid a towel on the bathroom floor, filled the red bag, hung it from a towel bar and gave myself a big, warm enema ... and I savored the warmth filling me and how my tummy got full and heavy. I went to my room and lay on the bed, holding it for nearly half an hour ... until I couldn’t any more. Afterward I savored the tranquil, relaxed, sense of ease that comes from an empty colon.”
“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” I asked.
“It’s hard for me to talk about these things ... especially hard if there’s a chance I’ll be rejected...”
“And you wonder where Jess gets it.”
“Oh, God...” She sobbed. “I was so afraid I had lost you.”
“You’ll need to be a lot more careless than that to lose me, Lori.”
She kissed my lips. “You’re wrong about one thing. The test of a relationship isn’t how a couple argues but how they love ... AFTER they argue.”
“Shall we put it to the test?”
“I thought you’d never ask...”
I carried my bag into her bedroom. “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable,” she said. “As a matter of fact, I have something in particular in mind.” She picked up a clothes hanger from her closet doorknob. It held a short, sheer, black negligee. “What do you think?”
“I think it would look better on you than it does on that hanger ... Wait a minute -- you had that picked out ahead of time.”
“I knew you were coming over and I knew you wouldn’t leave until we had it out. And, I knew it would fall one way or the other.” She opened the door to her closet. “Welcome to the optimists’ club,” she called over her shoulder as she stepped inside.
While she changed I stripped to my briefs, folded my clothes and stacked them on a chair. I put them atop a towel that was folded and resting there. On her dresser was the large plastic jug I had used to carry water from the kitchen ... and the tube of lube.
I folded down the bed covers and smoothed my hand along her sheets ... fresh ones. Then Lori stepped from her closet and stood before me in her black negligee. “Well?” she asked.
“Outstanding. I never thought you could put anything on that gorgeous body of yours that would make you more beautiful. You are beautiful.”
Then I put one arm behind her knees and the other behind her shoulder blades, picked her up and lay her on the bed.
“I wasn’t too heavy for you, was I?”
“I’m stronger than I look,” I replied, “And, I didn’t need to carry you far.”
We lay beside each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, our faces inches apart. “Lori -- I have done you a disservice.”
“How so?”
“I had been obsessing about your body ... your spectacular legs ... delightful, round bottom ... pretty face ... beautiful, dark brown eyes...”
“Go on...”
“Your sexy stomach ... cute little navel ... awesome breasts...”
“And...”
“Your shiny hair ... shapely shoulders...”
“I’m getting the picture,” she replied.
“I hadn’t fully appreciated what a phenomenal brain you have ... and what a good and generous spirit. You are the woman of my dreams, Lori. If I had any lingering doubts ... they’re gone.”