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This is a story based on facts. A few details were changed to protect identifications.

I was in my early 30's and having difficulty finding a job after a few years being at home, so I was willing to try just about anything. I never thought doing private home health aide work as fun, but they were willing to pay me, and that's what mattered then. And I was wrong. It was fun!

My patient was an 84 yr old man, whose name was Carl. He had a few health problems, most notably, a few strokes which had left him weak on one side, but he was able to get around using a cane. He also was unable to speak beyond a few words: Yes, No, and damn were the most easily understood words. He was often cantankerous and moody. He could get around with a cane. Carl was a good-sized guy, about six feet tall, very large hands, with a solid build. He was balding, with a band of white hair around his head. He was very independent or at least tried to be, which could make him difficult to deal with. My job to was keep an eye on him, take care of personal things like making his bed, keeping his room neat, preparing his meals, as well as his personal hygiene - I assisted him with his shower, shaving, and brushing his teeth. Otherwise, I stayed out of his way so I wouldn't antagonize him too much. I represented his inability to totally care of himself. He was even known to stick out his tongue at me at times. But then, some things changed.

Because of the strokes and seizures, his brain didn't always function properly or like everyone else's. Soon, the family members with whom he lived noticed he was getting frequent erections. That wasn't a problem, except that he also started getting sexually aggressive. Touching himself in front of others, and trying to grope others. As he sat in his separate living room he would even start to masturbate himself. Because of others visiting the home we felt this was inappropriate. Because he was an adult, no one really wanted to tell him it was wrong or that he couldn't do that. Finally I got through to him that it was ok for him to do it, but that he had to go to his room and do it; and eventually he cooperated. If he forgot the rule, and start rubbing his dick out there I would just remind him to go to his room and he would, without a fuss. Sometimes I was in cleaning his room and he would come in and lie on his bed and jack off. He had quite a large and thick cock. I started to watch him as he jerked it off. He would stare at me the whole time. Then I started standing next to the bed and fondling his balls while he jacked off, making sure, first, no family members were around. I'd watch as he would shoot a thin stream of cum onto himself. I'd get a washcloth and clean him up without a word.

Oh, did I mention that they had also hired me to take care of him for days and even weeks at a time while they took vacations? I enjoyed having the big house to myself. I'd even invite some guys to stop over at nighttime to play. It was an opportunity to get a little on the side and my husband would be none the wiser. After all, I was "working" and he wouldn't suspect a thing.

Now, as Carl began his new sexual awakening, or whatever it was, it made things even more interesting. I began teasing him a bit. I used to have these guys come over in the late evening, being sure that Carl was asleep for the night. I let them come over a little earlier now leaving the door open to the bedroom I used. Shortly after Carl would go to bed, I'd put in a cervical sponge for birth control protection, then one of my friends would come over. I'm sure Carl heard the knock on the door, but he never said anything about it, until...

We didn't waste any time getting stripped down to our birthday suits. I'd kneel next to the bed and start sucking cock. The first time it happened, it was this 18 yr old kid who had wanted to fuck me for some time. I was almost old enough to be his mother! But I didn't care; I knew he would have stamina. We didn't even make it into the bed. After I sucked his cock he pulled me up and bent me over the bed. My pussy was already slick from the excitement of sucking his hard young cock and he easily found the opening and slid into me. It felt so good and I pushed myself back onto his cock, impaling myself on him as he grasped my hips.

Sure enough, Carl couldn't help but hear all the grunting and groaning and was soon standing at the open doorway watching, his own hard cock sticking out from his pajama bottoms as he rubbed it. His mouth hung open and I could see some drool forming at the corner of his mouth as he watched this kid drive his cock in and out of my wet pussy. I heard him mutter "damn" a few times. The kid realized we were being watched and turned up the heat a little bit to put on a performance. With his cock still buried in me he pulled me up off the bed and against his chest. His placed his arms around me, playing with my tits, nipples, and clit making me gyrate hard on him. I stared at Carl as I whimpered and came on the kid's cock. It didn't take much longer to the kid to shoot his hot cream into me either. The intensity of that scene made me light-headed and I thought I was going to pass out!

Ideas of possibilities kept going through my head. I had to admit the old guy was turning me on. I was always looking for ways to make sure he got a hard on. Instead of wearing the white nurses pantsuits all the time, I started wearing skirts with the button down shirts they sold in the uniform shops. Under the skirt I'd wear stockings and garters, without panties, of course. I was supposed to be working - yet I was aroused most the time. I started flashing him even when the family was still in the house. I'd sit across from him and expose my cunt to the old guy. He'd mutter "damn" a few times and start rubbing his crotch before making his way to his bedroom. If the family was out, I would go into his bedroom and shut the door as he would slowly take off his pants and lay on the bed. I moved next to the bed and sometimes reach down to rub his balls or even jack him myself. Once in awhile I would even lean over and slide my tongue against his balls and up his cock. I'd never suck on it; he had enough of an incontinence problem which made this a less then desirable act. One time, he put his arm out and I pulled my skirt up and I let him place his big hand between my legs. The touch and the heat of his hand excited me. He didn't really have any small motor skills in that hand since his stroke, so about all he could do with that stiff hand was to cover my whole crotch and squeeze it a little. That was all I needed. I would squirm a little till his longest finger was lying along the slit, then I'd start rocking on his hand. Jerking myself back and forth and - oh my lord! I came on his hand! I couldn't believe it. I was getting off on this old guy's crippled hand! I came so hard enough I felt weak in the knees, as I stood there panting as he came on his stomach. Shaking a bit, I went and got us both washed up.

I went back and forth, thinking, I had to stop this, because things were getting out of hand. He WAS a patient of mine after all and there was probably some ethics involved. But as soon as I knew his cock was hard, all I could think about was being sexual with him. I was lusting after this old man and constantly wet because of it.

One time he approached me in his living room and grabbed at my big tits. I pulled away from him and went into the bathroom, coming back out, I walked back to him. I had my shirt unbuttoned and I was not wearing a bra. I pulled open my shirt and he clumsily grasped a tit. I could feel my clit throbbing already. He squeezed it a few times roughly and I could see the bulge growing in his pants. I lifted up my large, heavy breast towards him and he bent down and suckled on it noisily and sloppily. I was thoroughly turned on. I heard a car in the driveway and hurriedly went back to the bathroom to fix myself up. Carl shuffled into his bedroom.

Despite our sexual interactions, Carl would still give me a difficult time now and then; like ignoring me when I told him this or that had to be done, or it was time for dinner. It annoyed me because I was giving him some of what he needed and wanted, I was helping him out, so I expected a little more cooperation from him. I knew how silly that was, because he lacked reasoning skills; but I can't say I was the most rational person when I was there either! I would find ways to pay him back. I would find ways to tease him and turn him on and then not give him help getting off. On my next time taking care of him while the family was away, I'd invite someone over to fuck me, and make sure Carl saw what was going on. I started walking around the house in just bra and panties, or less; but I'd stay out of his reach. Carl couldn't navigate some rooms because there were steps leading down to them, even 3 or 4 steps were enough to stop Carl. I used that to my advantage as well. I'd lie on the floor or on the couch and spread my legs open and play with myself - while he stood at the doorway watching. He'd mutter and look down at his cock, then over at me. I understood what he wanted, but just pretended indifference. Sometimes I would get a banana or cucumber and fuck myself as he watched. I'd get so turned on with him watching, and seeing him get his hard cock out, my pussy would become very wet and you could hear it as I plunged the cuke in and out of me. One time it even got the dog's attention. Mindy was a kind and aging black Labrador. Apparently the squishing noise got her attention and she ambled over to me and started to sniff around. Having experienced something similar years earlier, I moved the vegetable out of the way. Sure enough she placed her nose in my crotch, took a few sniffs, and started to lick my wet pussy. I thought Carl was going to have another stroke right there. He started his muttering and banging his cane on the floor. Mindy's tongue was buried inside me and I was cumming hard and long on it. I finally had to push her away, exhausted and too sensitive to take any more of her expert tongue-lashing. When I looked back, Carl was gone. When I was able to get up off the couch I made my way to his bedroom and peeked into the doorway to see him frantically stroking his cock as I'd never seen him do before. That evening, he was very docile and cooperative. I believe we had a bit of an understanding from that time onward.

The next morning I was up early and had my shower. I went to the room I used, still naked, and was bending over the bed straightening out the covers. I didn't hear him come in, I just felt him. He didn't have pants on and his cock was hard, pressed up against me. I couldn't help it. I reached between my legs and pulled that cock down between them and let it rub against my pussy. He was tall enough that I had to move up a bit more onto my toes as I rubbed that hard head against my clit. Without thinking about it first, I automatically pushed the head back till it was at my opening and let the wide head pop inside me. The feel of that large mushroom head inside me made me shudder. I tilted my hips just enough for it to glide inside me. I was light-headed and had to catch my breath. There I was impaled on an 84-year-old cock. His breathing was heavy, and so was mine! I knew he wouldn't be able to thrust, so I started to move myself back and forth on his cock, as he balanced himself with his cane. I reached back between my legs and rubbed his balls up against me. I squeezed my pussy muscles around that fat throbbing cock. It was a thick cock, and in that position it made it an even tighter fit. I wasn't going to last much longer as I gyrated on his cock. Back and forth and side to side I moved my hips. I felt his free hand on my back as he tried to steady himself. That was all it took for both of us. I was whimpering as he groaned and he shot his thin stream of sperm right into my pussy. I had to stay bent over in front of him as he leaned heavily on me, having sapped his energy. His flaccid cock had slipped out of me, and finally he was able to move his hand off me and I moved from in front of him so that he could get turned around to leave the room. I lay across the bed, amazed that that old man had just fucked me. And he made me cum on his cock.

I sat upright in shock. SHIT!! I was so turned on by him and the feel of his hard cock I had forgotten all about protection. No young stud had ever made me so forgetful. Hopefully his sperm aren't strong swimmers and from now on, I’ll be better prepared. How would I EVER explain getting pregnant to my 84 yr old patient!! I told myself that maybe I just needed to stop all this messing around with a patient. If I got caught I was going to be in a lot of trouble. Already I'd been careless in not using protection. What if he had had a stroke while I was playing with him?? I further considered, "Was I taking advantage of his inability to speak and his illness? Could this be considered non-consensual?" I made up my mind that this wasn't going to happen again. It just couldn't. And it didn't...until two days later.

A few hours before the family was due home, Carl was in his room, his cock rock hard again as he stroked it, he had waited until I was in there cleaning his room. I was going to leave but knew I needed to get this done. Sure. I couldn't help but watch that big cock. Watch him stroke that gorgeous piece of meat up and down. I felt my clit harden and my wetness flowing. I moved closer to the bed not taking my eyes off his cock. His old wrinkled hand reached out for my crotch once more, but I pulled back. I looked at him and told him to wait I'd be right back. I ran to my room, grabbed my bag, and quickly inserted my protection. I don't know why but I couldn’t resist Carl. I was totally turned on by him.

Back in his room he looked at me wide-eyed as I climbed onto his bed. I yanked up my skirt and straddled him, deftly impaling myself onto his cock. A foot on either side of his hips, I started to push myself up and down on him. I unbuttoned my blouse and shoved my bra up out of the way and started caressing my tits and squeezing them. Carl muttered "damn" and I could feel him moving under me as much as he was able. Up and down I rode that cock, that irresistible old cock. I grabbed his good hand and placed it at the top of my slit and guided his finger to my hard clit and pressed against it. I groaned. I moved to my knees and started rocking faster on his cock in all directions, his finger pressed against my clit. I exploded all over his cock, squeezing it, with the hot walls of my pussy. A low groan from him and I could feel his cock pulse in me. I knew his sperm was again shooting inside me.

From that day on I didn't invite anyone over to fuck me any more. Sure, I'd tease him and let him watch me masturbate, or let him see the dog lick my pussy. But I just wanted to keep fucking that old man and not any of the young "fuck machines" I’d been having. No one ever found out I was fucking the old guy. I've no idea why he turned me on so much but I didn't care. He was the one that could make me cum like no one else could. My own husband couldn't make me cum like that.

The last time I saw Carl he was in a personal care facility. The family had moved and decided not to get someone new, but to put him in a nearby home. It was still early in the morning when I walked in. Carl was excited to see me. It was obvious. Apparently, his roommate didn't miss that either. Carl was headed into the bathroom and I asked him if he needed some assistance and he pointed his cane at the bathroom door. I went into the bathroom and waited as Carl slowly made his way over to me. I shut and locked the door. I moved towards him and moved my hand down to the opening of his pajamas and pulled out his hard cock. As I stroked it I looked up at him and said I was glad he remembered! I had him stand against the wall to help balance him, and I hiked my skirt up one more time for him. I did have panties on, but I quickly lowered them and kicked them off. I reached between my legs and guided Carl home once more. It didn't take either of us very long to be satisfied. I helped him clean up and I picked up my panties and stuffed them in the pocket of his pajamas. Carl made his way out of the room, headed for the dining room. I went into his room to retrieve my jacket. His roommate stared at me and finally said; I know what you were doing in there. I turned and smiled at him, and glanced down, seeing that he was showing a bulge in his pajamas as well. He was younger then Carl and in much better shape physically.

I leaned down close to his ear and said, "If you don't mind sloppy seconds, I can do the same for you." Without saying a word, he got up and went into the bathroom. I followed him. He already had his pants down around his ankles and his cock bobbing in the air. He told me to suck him first. I obliged. His aggression turned me on, and my excitement increased as he grabbed onto my hair, feeding me his old cock. Then he made me stop and told me to turn around. He lifted my skirt and ran a finger along my wet slit. He was one horny dirty old man! He called me quite a few names as he bent me over and started to fuck me and I loved it. I surprised myself by cumming on his cock not once but twice, as his fingers reached around and roughly toyed with my clit and my tits, as he thrust his cock in and out of me. He shot a thick load of sperm into me, and pulled out immediately telling me to clean off his cock with my mouth. He commented about what a whore I was for fucking old men in nursing homes. And quite honestly that made my clit tingle. He told me he had a lot of friends in the home that could use some good fucking. My mind started thinking about how hot a gang bang of old men would be!!

I almost divorced my husband over this. Because when I got home that day he informed me that his company was transferring him!! I was so pissed and frustrated. But eventually I saw that I had to do it and keep the family intact. I swear fucking that old guy scrambled my rational thinking for a long time. It was all I could think about. But it was HOT. And I still masturbate thinking about those encounters a lot!

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This story was reworked on 6/8/02 with thanks and appreciation to Raindear, one of Literotica’s volunteer editors!
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