‘This is my daughter Joanne, the girl I have been telling you about’.
‘She is very very beautiful’, he replied, then he extended his hand from where he lay to me and I took it.
He felt very frail, looked equally frail, as he held me and caressed my hand. I looked at mother as she studied both of us with a smile on her face.
‘I have dreamed of seeing both of you together Joanne’, she suddenly spoke, ‘you and he will get on well together’, she continued, but I was confused, and I think it showed on my face.
Mother was Matron in an Old Folks retirement complex, and this morning had invited me down to see her at work, and the old man holding my hand, was one of her patients.
‘Sit on the bed beside him Jo’, she suggested, ‘he won’t bite’.
I did as she bade as she pulled screens around the bed where we were, until they were closed and cocooned us.
I felt a little uncomfortable sitting there on the edge, as if trying to understand mother’s thinking. The old man had eased himself closer to my body and I could feel him press against my hips, with a slow rhythmic pushing.
Mother saw my discomfort and immediately suggested I talk to him and tell him my secrets, her eyes appeared to burn as if warning me, and slowly it dawned on me what she was trying to achieve.
She moved around the bed until she was behind him, and as I looked at her, she was rubbing her forefinger against her thumb, an indication of money, ‘Mr Nilsson is looking for a young friend’, she hinted, and the reason for my being there became obvious.
I was still holding his hand and pulled it onto my lap, lifting my knee higher onto the bed edge, mother smiled and nodded, realizing the penny had dropped.
My short skirt was riding mid-thigh and the back of Mr Nilsson hand was resting on my soft inner thigh, ‘I need to go check on some other patients’, mother said, her eyes fixed on his hand, which I had let go and he turned it onto my leg, his fingers sending little shocks into my crotch.
‘We’ll be OK’, I replied looking at her then Mr Nilsson, smiling openly at him, feeling his thumb snuck under my hemline. Mother nodded and disappeared, leaving us alone.
‘You still a Virgin’, he asked me excitedly, I nodded I was, as his hand slid further up until his fingers touched my knickers and felt my ‘Camel Toe’, which was so prevalent under my tight knickers, gently caressing, rising and falling over my labia, feeling around until he rested on my swollen clitoris.
I swallowed hard as he watched my face intensely, ‘You like that’, he asked me, as he pressed my clitoris and rubbed it in a circular motion.
Little beads of perspiration formed on my upper lip, my mouth was dry, so I had to moisten my lips with my tongue, he appeared to love my submissiveness, like a puppeteer pulling on the strings, ‘Would you like it up your tight arse’, he asked me, the sound of his voice and the outrageousness of the sexual act frightened me, but appealed at the same time, I just nodded my aquience, somehow it felt right to agree to agree to let him sodomize me.
‘Dirty little cunt’, he murmured under his breath, his finger was under the gusset of my knickers and gliding freely between my wet labia, being fingered on a hospital bed by a 76 year old man was not really what I expected to be doing on a Saturday morning, but here I was, at mother’s behest, rising and falling between the knuckles of this old man’s finger, now hooked inside my poor cunny.
‘Put your hand under the covers and feel me’, he whispered into my ear. Somehow I was lying alongside him on the bed, more for comfort and easier or his finger to explore the excesses of my vaginal canal, now being so violently bruised and incredibly masturbated.
I reached under and felt his cock, groaning as I felt him, suddenly I wished my knickers would disappear, I had an incredible urge to mount this monster snake, to bathe it’s ageing fleshy exterior, with my teenage oils, now freely flowing my vaginal glans, as my sexual desires and urges mounted, I groaned deeply into his ear as I rolled over atop of him, ‘Fuck me’, I gasped, and no sooner had I breathed those submissive word, then mother appeared, reaching down she pulled my knickers from me, freeing my open crotch to his erection.
I reached down between our bodies and inserted his cock into my open and very wet pussy, while mother watched as he entered me and disappeared deep within, his scrotum looking as if it was part of me, sewn onto my bum, his cock was deeply embedded, the way a good fuck should be.
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