Chapter Six
I woke when I felt her stirring. I've always been a light sleeper.
It was Madonna. I watched under barely lifted lids as she squirmed slowly down to the foot of the bed and then rolled slowly up into a sitting position and eased off of the bed.
As I watched her moving toward the bathroom I was struck by the change. I had seen her, until that moment, as a vibrant and exciting woman who happened to be 73 years old. Now I was seeing a truly old woman.
In part, it was her look. She was always careful to look her best but now her hair hung lank and still damp, making the way it was thinning obvious. And walking away, the soft light showed the wrinkles in her skinny ass where she had lost the padding of her younger body.
Mostly, though, it was the way she moved. Short steps with locked knees, almost shuffling. Her arms out a little for balance. This was an old woman.
I rolled out of bed, moving slowly, being careful to not wake Bonnie, and followed her. She was just sitting down on the toilet when I peeked in.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
And oddly she crossed her arms, covering her breasts.
I chuckled and moved forward, bent, and kissed her.
"Really?" I said. "After last night you're going to go modest on me?"
She giggled and blushed and said, "David, this is all new to me. Be patient, please."
I kissed her again, this time a lingering kiss, my hands lightly on her shoulders and her breasts.
"Madonna," I said, my voice soft, "sex is often messy but never dirty. Now relax and do your business."
"I've never......" she started but wound down.
I chuckled.
"First time for everything, sugar," I said, using my best soft, calming voice.
I kissed her softly, allowing my hand to trace down her belly until my fingertips were just above the pubic bone of her pelvic arch. I gently pressed and massaged. "Come on sweety," I said, massaging and kissing.
"Oh, God," she sort of moaned, but I felt her relax and then heard that soft hissing sound only a woman peeing makes.
"Good girl," I whispered softly, continuing my massage as she peed.
When she finished, the final few drips splashing into the water, I felt a tension in her belly again.
"Go ahead," I said, still in my best soft, relaxing voice, "nothing dirty between us."
I felt a tension in her body as she pushed, but nothing happened.
"It's okay, Madonna," I said, "relax."
She pushed again, this time visibly straining, actually grunting a little.
I chuckled.
"Constipated?" I asked.
She giggled very softly and said, "the curse of old age honey."
I kissed her, stood, said, "hold that thought and stay put," and went to the linen closet.
I rummaged around until I found the little blue box with the hot water bottle in it.
I ran the water in the sink until it came warm, put a few drops of the liquid hand soap we keep in the bathroom into the red rubber bag, and then filled it with warm water. When it was full I put the white plug in it with its length of white rubber hose. I clipped the chrome clip tight, collapsing the hose and preventing leakage. Then I put the douche syringe into the end of the hose, the long syringe slightly bulbous on the end, with eight holes in the sides at the big end. I felt a little twinge in my dick. Bonnie and I had played enema games in the past so I knew what Madonna had coming.
She was still sitting on the toilet when I returned to her. I smiled as her eyes got big. I hung the bag on the brass hook we keep near the toilet for just that purpose.
"Stay put," I said and went back to the linen closet where I got a thick rug and very heavy towel we keep there.
When I got back to her I offered my hand and helped her stand, again taken with how old she looked.
I laid the rug on the floor and then the heavy towel.
"Lay down honey, on your side," I said.
Her eyes were very big but she did as I asked, using my hand for support as she got to her knees and then laid where I had pointed.
One more quick trip to the linen closet where I grabbed a jar of Vaseline.
