Taking Care Of My Dad

Recently read a confession about a young lady being a caregiver for her dad with medical problems. This really brought back memories of my late father. Dad had a really bad motorcycle accident resulting in part of a muscle in his hip being grafted onto his calf. He was bedridden for several weeks after returning home. I was married ,in my early thirties and my Mom had asked me to come over and take care of Dad several times a week so she could run errands and catch a break.

Mom had told me that dad might want a sponge bath and a change of pajamas. She laughed and told me she'd love for me to handle this for a change. She also laughed and said his meds were messing him up. So I didn't think much of it, after all he was my Dad and they needed help.

I went up to see Dad after Mom left and were chatting and I asked him if he needed anything and he told me right off he wanted a sponge bath. Then he told me everything was on the dresser. So I run some water and get he towels etc. I helped him out of his shirt and was wiping him down from the waist up while chatting with him.

After I finished I asked him about the rest and he said "Sure if you don't mind". I pulled down the sheet and slipped off his bottoms and he wasn't wearing underwear. I was washing his legs around the wound. Now I had seen my dad naked several times as a kid, But as soon as I touched his inner thigh and began to wipe him down with the warm cloth, his penis began to swell. I just kept washing him and tried to ignore what was happening.

I couldn't believe how big Dad's hard penis was, especially for an older guy almost 60, who had been hospitalized. He told me he was sorry, but it was out of his control as he laughed. He took my hand and placed it on his now soapy hard penis and I was stunned and just froze. He started to move my hand up and down on his penis and I have to admit that I was excited by the whole scene.

As I slowly stroked away, his breathing increased ( and mine too) and he let go with a several streams of cum. I was still in shock as I watched his still throbbing hard penis. I wiped him down and slipped fresh PJs on him without anything being said . As I was leaving, he asked me if I was coming back next week, I told him I would check with Mom. As I hurried out he said ""I hope so". And yes, I went back several times to help mom AND Dad.

Years later, my Mom and I laughed our heads off when we found out that the medication that he was taking to increase blood flow to heal his wounds was similar to that of the "Blue Pill"!....LMAO.

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