Love Of Father

My father was early onset 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 another on here speaks. 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 that day 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. I never took the control and only engaged when he was wanting. He passed 4 years ago at age 59. I never felt guilty because the joy in his face at a time where his life pleasures were all but gone, was worth it.