I am a 38 year old divorced mother of four. I returned to school and earned a certification for home health care. One of my patients is an older man who was injured in an accident. I had cleaned up and fixed things in his house and when I was leaving I asked him if I could do anything else. His answer was 'since you are asking, what I want is pussy'. I was shocked and let him know I was disgusted by his comment. His answer to that was that the had a broken leg not a broken dick and what he really needed was pussy. He threw his blanket off his lap and he had his dick in his hand and told me to suck him off.

He was stroking himself and he was getting an ever larger erection. I had never been excited with an erection, seeing one or feeling one, but that afternoon his erection was calling to me and I went over and sat on the bed and told him I would do it once, one time. I took his erection in my hand and started giving him oral sex. His hand held my head down and he was shoving up from his bed and he ejaculated into my mouth and on my face. I cleaned up and told him that I wasn't going to be his home health care aid any more.

That night, and the next night, and several nights after that, I couldn't sleep. I kept remembering how his dick felt in my mouth, the whole experience, when he ejaculated I was already very wet and his semen in my mouth tasted strange but good. I never spat out any of it.

I went to see him on my own. I told him I wasn't there with the agency. I told him I would take care of him, I massaged him into an erection and went down on him again. I took my pants off and got on the bed and straddled him and lowered myself on his dick. He asked for tits, so I opened my shirt and leaned forward so he could fondle them. I had an orgasm before he ejaculated and I had to get off. After I recovered I used my hand and mouth to have him ejaculate again, eating as much of his semen as I could.

I went to see him twice a week, at night after the normal home health care aid had gone home. He was bedridden because of his broken femur, I rode him both forwards and back wards and sat on his face, I ate his dick, I ate his semen, I let him ejaculate in my vagina. I wouldn't kiss him or get completely naked for him, I wore a skirt and took off my panties and opened my shirt, but I did not get undressed. After about a month I no longer felt the need to go see him, he was upset that I came once that week, and not again for another ten days, and then only because I felt guilty.

He got well and he received physical and occupational therapy and with in six months he was able to drive. He called me and I would feel guilty and go see him and give him sex. Now that he was able to get around, I let him get on me. He insisted on kissing me, on eating me first and then kissing me. After all these months of letting him have sex with me, and giving him oral sex, I realized that he was a man with a larger than normal dick, and when it was hard, it was hard and thick. I loved lapping up his semen, or having him empty his semen into my vagina.

I toyed with the idea of getting pregnant, he had money and I could use the money, but I never succumbed to that temptation. For now I go see him once or twice a month and let him get all his built up desires, I am adventurous enough, and I have let him fuck me on all fours while he watches television. It feels good to have him poking around while I watch television. I usually get one mouthful of semen, I can pretty much control keeping his dick in my mouth when he ejaculates and I get a good amount, several hard releases against the back of my mouth.

My children see me leave with my uniform on, they don't know about this man. My agency doesn't know I am still seeing him, although he doesn't need home health aids any more, I still do most of the home care, laundry and cooking when I am there.