Dad's X-Rated Dementia Dreams, Ch 2
Early onset Alzheimer's, my beloved father has dementia.
Author's Note:
This story is dedicated to Grant for allowing me to write his story about his beloved, albeit demented Dad, Harry. Not knowing if it's real or if he's imagining it, Harry claimed to have had sex with Christie Brinkley, Linda Carter, Kim Basinger, and Helen Mirren.
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Dad's X-Rated Dementia Dreams, Ch 1
The third woman, Helen, works from 9 pm until 5 am. She's an attractive, fifty-something-year-old woman with dark brown, shoulder length hair, brown eyes and, of course, huge breasts. Since his wife, my mother, had double D cup breasts, I figured he'd feel more comfortable with big breasted women and, of course, he does. Like father, like son, my father loves women with big tits as much as I love women with big tits, too.
With her a light sleeper, Helen sleeps in the adjourning bedroom with her door open. Not needing to be catharized, my dad has a portable pee pan with an attached hose inside of a waste bucket attached to his adjustable bed. Not having to get up during the night to pee, he pees in the hose. Helen empties the pee pot and washes it out every morning. Best that I hired round the clock home healthcare workers, he'd never receive this level of personal attention and care that he receives from his three, home healthcare workers in a nursing home.
Unbeknownst to the three women and my father, my friend, a former NSA employee, wired every room, including the bathrooms, and the garage, for video and for sound. At first, I felt a little like P Diddy spying on my father and his home healthcare workers, but I quickly got over it. In case of anything, needing video and audio proof, I wanted to protect my father from the liability of lawsuits. Not that I don't trust the three women that I hired, I do, but when someone suddenly becomes desperate for money, my wealthy, demented father is an easy target.
Throughout the day, I check the video feed. I turn off the sound unless there's something that I want to hear. Surprisingly, my father's doctor warned me that dementia may increase my father's libido. My father never had problems with impotence or erectile dysfunction. He's never sexually and inappropriately touched women. Yet, I feared that he may do that now, especially with three, busty and good looking, home healthcare workers.
Hoping that he didn't touch them, feel them, and grope them, I hoped that his sudden horniness wouldn't be an issue with any of these three, lovely women. Good home healthcare workers are hard to find. I hoped that none of them would quit. Sexually attracted to all three of them, I envied my father being alone with them all day and all night.
"Don't be alarmed if he tries to kiss and/or inappropriately touch women sexually who he doesn't know or thinks that he knows," said the doctor. "Nursing homes are filled with horny, elderly men who continually grab the breasts and the asses of nurses and health aides. They continually lift women's skirts to peek at their panties."
Fortunately, unable to sexually molest women that he doesn't know, my father hasn't left the house in three years. I check on his cars and keep the tires inflated. I drive them around the neighborhood a couple times a month and take them up on the highway to blow out the collected carbon.
With his low-mileage cars having never been in an accident, his Lincoln is worth more than five times the $7,000 that he paid for it in 1972. The Bentley is holding steady at a third of what the $150,000 that he paid for it when new in 1992. Whenever I drive his cars, people stop to stare.
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Daddy's Delirious Dementia, Ch. 02
One morning, arriving at work early, brown bagging my breakfast and eating at my desk, suddenly I felt bored. While sipping my coffee, I had free time to check the video feed of the home healthcare workers going through their daily routine at my father's house. Unbeknownst that I could not only see them but also hear them, I felt a bit perverted while watching the unsuspecting women working with my father. Surprising me as much as he sexually excited me, catching him in the act, I wasn't expecting my dad to sexually assault Rose, but he did.
Unable to remove my eyes from my laptop screen, I watched my horny father feel Rose's breasts through her blouse and bra. I couldn't believe that he had groped her enormous breasts through her clothes. Even more surprising, without telling him no to stop him from groping her, I couldn't believe that she allowed him to feel her breasts. She stared down at his hand while watching him touch her, feel her, and fondle her humongous breasts through her clothes.
'Oh, oh,' I thought. 'Just what the doctor said may happen is happening. This is troublesome. I'm going to lose a good home healthcare worker because my father can't keep his hands to himself. I can't believe he felt her tits through her clothes. Then, while watching him sexually assault her, with him making me horny, I wished that I could feel Rose's gigantic breasts through her clothes, too,' I thought with a dirty laugh.
With no one at the office but me, I turned on the sound to listen. Shocking me, instead of being offended, expecting her to scream, expecting her to call me and tell me that she quit, she surprised me by her reaction. She laughed. Then, as if they were girlfriend and boyfriend instead of home healthcare aide and patient, she playfully slapped his hand away.
"You're a naughty man, Harry. Did you get a good feel," she asked while smiling down at him.
She looked down at her breasts while looking at him.
"It's been a long time, years, since anyone has touched me in that way and felt my breasts," she said cupping her humongous breasts in her hands through her blouse and bra.
Then, she surprised me when she leaned forward to give him a peck on the lips. I couldn't believe that Rose kissed my father. Seemingly, it was okay with her that he fondled her breasts through her clothes.
"Thank you," she said. "You're the first man in a very long time who has sexually paid any attention to me."
My father gave Rose a big smile.
"You're welcome. It was my pleasure," he said, and they both laughed. "You made me wet," she said with a laugh.
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Not expecting her to say what she said, she continued talking to him about her breasts.
"I'm glad that I'm divorced because my husband wouldn't like you feeling my breasts. He was a very jealous and possessive man," she said with a laugh. "If he knew you groped my breasts, he'd come here and punch you in the nose."
Then, surprising me, and seemingly goading him, she raised her breast talk to another level.
