My Father
- That's Juicy! 73
- Remove It! 4
When I was 14, my Grandpa had surgery and was convalescing at home. My Mom and I would often go over and care for him while Grams took a break and ran errands. One day she asked me to check on Grandpa while she fixed him lunch.
Grandpa was asleep and had kicked back the sheet and was naked. I lowered the sheet further and was shocked by the size of his cock. At that age, it looked huge to me and as I touched it ,it grew a little bigger. I just stood there frozen as I felt the weight of the thing.
Mom called out to me and Grandpa became restless. I covered him back up and got the hell out of there. When I looked back, I could see it poking up under the sheet. Scared the hell out of me. LOL.
If you tske care of each other rhen its ok to enjoy it, just son't get pregnant.
Sounds like you are a loving daughter... I hope mine is as awesome if ever in that situation
Does he fuck you bare and cum in you? Is he well hung and skilled - does the equipment work even if he's not fully there mentally?
Has his success in bedding you made him more adventurous with his actual nurse? Does he get handsy with her as well?
#4 I'm not OP but I have same experiences with my own father. His penis worked fine and he could make love and stay hard. At first his personality changed to more open and he was more vocal about sexual things, then it changed to outrageous like touching and joking, and by then we were having sex because he couldn't keep his hands off of me and because I knew what would eventually happen, I wanted him to enjoy as much as he could. I got pregnant then and there was no worries to let him cum inside me and he sometimes were talking about me being pregnant for him, but I could tell he was unsure were I my mom, his wife, or had he got me pregnant as his daughter. Eventually he thought he had got me pregnant and I didn't bothered to explain about my husband, and for a while he was so proud of himself when I just said we are having a baby, but even though he still remembered me as his daughter, when he talked about the time of making baby, he thought I was my mom. Clearly the times of the past were mixed in the moment.
But eventually, I think, what he experienced as sex, was just that, sex. He was sexually aroused because of the sexual act and a woman, and not because I was her daughter and helping him. There were moments, during sex, when I noticed he suddenly remembered me as his daughter, but he kept going and soon he had forgot my persona and we only enjoying sexual act.
My father remembered me very long time before he forgot who I am and by then, I had gave birth and he had a nurse helping him, and when I got better we couldn't had sex because "he" wasn't there anymore . There were only a husk or some structure of a body, but not the person running it. I have to say even though people won't agree, but those moments between us, let us both give in to the inevitable and after his death I was of course sad, but also happy and relieved that he hadn't needed to suffer and fear all the time.
My father was early onset as well at 53 he was diagnosed. I was divorced and moved into his home to take care of him when he was 55. He was always groping me so I know of what you speak. He would go in and out with his memory of me and was extremely sexual. It wasn’t uncommon for him to walk out of his room nude and fully erect. One night while putting him to bed he as he often did, refused to wear pjs. He reached under my dress putting his fingers to my pussy while I tried to lay him down. I should have stopped him as I had done hundreds of times but did not. It felt good and in return I used my hand on his erect member. He kept saying he wanted to eat my pussy and I straddled his face and let him and then moved myself down letting him penetrate me. His face expressed so much joy and I enjoyed making him happy and enjoyed having a man in me. We carried on like this for a year and a half before his state worsened to the point of total debilitation. He passed 4 years ago at age 59. I never felt guilty because the joy in his face at a time where his life pleasure were all but gone, was worth it.