This story is fiction and combines my two fetishes piss play and sex with old grannies/couples aged at least 70 years old.
Ever since I admitted to myself that I was a dedicated granny/grandpa lover who got turned on playing with old wet cunts and cocks, I trained and qualified as a domiciliary home carer.
My first job was with an agency and had been with them for a couple of years. But the pay was shit and I was always getting tempted by a few nice old ladies and some couples who made it clear they wanted a more sexual form of intimate care. But I was always very wary of taking them up for fear of being reported. So I decided to go private to enjoy new old fuck buddies.
My card said: Independent, young professional qualified male domiciliary care provider seeks clients who are interested in a personal and long-term intimate and caring service. No upper age limit. All disabilities are catered for. Phone Peter on ....
I chose my target market carefully: bungalow land in an upmarket neighbourhood.
After two days I had my first call from a lady called Jane. This is how the conversation went. J is her P is me.
J. "Hello Peter, I am ringing regarding using your service. My name is Jane and I am a widow of 76. Could you help me with things like personal care dressing/undressing, bathing, etc? And my last carer very kindly used to give me a massage to relieve my arthritis."
P. "Thank you for calling Jane. The answer to your requirements is yes including the massage."
J. "Oh that's good, what is your hourly rate?"
P. "If you wanted me regularly it is Β£15 per hour or we could come to a mutually agreed arrangement for (say) a weekly service."
J. "That is cheaper than I am paying the agency. Will you call round so we can meet and discuss things?"
P. "I would be delighted to. Would tomorrow afternoon around 3 pm be convenient?"
J. "Look forward to it."
To ensure my old ladies had something to look at, I bought myself a new white uniform and ensured the trousers were nice and tight. With no underwear, my thick7-inch cock was very prominent.
I presented myself on the dot at Jane's and after ringing the bell, I had to wait a few minutes for her to answer.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Peter, my arthritis does not make it easy for me. Anyway, come in."
Seeing her difficulty I offered her my arm as we gently walked into her immaculate lounge. "You may be young, but I can see you are a gentleman with lovely manners, Peter."
"And you seem a nice lady Jane, you have a lovely bungalow."
"Thank you, but it is not easy keeping up with the housework, maybe you could also help me with that? Anyway, sit opposite me on that sofa, I've made the tea. Is that ok?"
Sitting down I spread my legs to give her a good look at my package and as I hoped, she noticed right away. Jane was a typical granny, quite plumb verging on fat and she wore a skirt instead of the usual boring granny trousers. I could not judge her tits, but the mound under her cardigan looked promising.