A CARER'S TALE
In praise of elderly women part 1
Nothing is certain except "death and taxes" according to both Daniel Defoe and Benjamin Franklin. I would add to that, - the indignity of old age. I am a "peripatetic carer" and well acquainted with old age, and the indignity inflicted on the old. My job chiefly consists of changing incontinence pads and making cups of tea.
I do not abuse the old folk who I care for, but the system does abuse them. Most live alone, they would probably be better cared for in a residential home, but they prefer their own homes. Many have family doing some of the care and we go to them middle of the day when the family carer was at work, but some had no family carer and we would be there three times a day. I am a middle aged healthy male, some of those I care for are women old enough to be my mother or even my grand-mother. Part of my job is to remove their pants; clean their bums and other parts; and change their diaper. The agency sends me if the old person requires lifting, because the task is too difficult and too heavy for a female carer. To protect identities I have adopted a convention popular in Victorian erotica and only used an initial for names.
Due to my job I get to see old wrinkly pussies all day, every day.
I had been doing the job for a couple of months when I first noticed some of my old ladies, (for by now I was getting attached to them and was growing quite possessive about my patients), sometimes had pussies where the labia were inflamed and on these occasions their incontinence pad would often be out of place.
Mrs H was one of my three times a day ladies, mornings two hours, mid-day one hour, the same in the evening. She was in her late seventies, she lived with her son, to be more accurate, her son and daughter-in-law lived with Mrs H, she owned the house. Although he paid all the bills, but was never there to care for her. I was told, she had been fiercely independent until she had suffered a stroke, this had left her with a face slightly twisted and paralysed down her left hand side, her speech was exceptionally difficult to understand. She was a favourite of mine who always had a smile.
As always I made her a cup of tea. Then her dentures, after rinsing them I gave her the glass with her dentures. She put them in her mouth. While she did that I prepared her breakfast, porridge sweetened with yoghurt - a favourite of hers.
I carried her to the bathroom, toilet first and then a seated shower. I wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to her bedroom to dress.
She was laying on the bed smiling at me, completely naked. I had just dried her then began to apply some skin cream. Her clitoris was erect, poking from between her labia like a little prick.
Although I had seen her naked every day for the past few months I had not noticed her pussy. I had most certainly not noticed her thick meaty labia and nor her prominent large clitoris that bisected them. Today I could not help noticing her labia, they were red and chaffed. I looked up the bed, then I saw it. I did a double take. Poking from under her pillows was a Rabbit. No! I do not mean a furry bunny I mean a pink silicone sex toy. I just could not resist the temptation. I squirted cream from the tube over her clitoris, Mrs H smiled as I began to massage the cream in.
"Have you been playing with yourself?" I asked as I continued to toy with her clitoris and labia.
Mrs H smiled at me and nodded her head. Although her breasts were saggy and stringy, her nipples were now erect too. "A go," she gurgled over and over again. I translated this to be, "Oh god!" (Why do women pray when they are having an orgasmic experience?) Within the limits of her mobility Mrs H was moving her hips, she had parted her legs.
I applied a copious amount of cream between her labia. Then I put down the tube. I held her clitoris between the first finger and thumb of my left hand. I stroked the first and middle fingers of right hand up and down her gash, covering them with cream. Swiftly I pushed my fingers into her. Mrs H shouted a slurred, but distinct, "Yes."
Her eyes bright, her face radiant. When she saw I was looking at her she pursed her lips. I bent down to kiss her. Her right hand grasped my hair holding me to her. Her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, not that I needed a lot of forcing.
The kiss ended as I worked a third finger into her. Despite her partial paralysis Mrs H was swivelling her pelvis as she ground out another orgasm. I relinquished my grip on her clitoris and toyed with one of her nipples. It was not over large, like hard buttons, not like the teats some of the old ladies had - the way this foray was developing maybe some of my other patients would be in for a treat too!
Her hips really moved when I bowed my head and kissed her belly just below her navel. She groaned as I trailed my tongue down toward her gash. I sucked her engorged clitoris into my mouth. Running my tongue along its length. Who cared about her stringy boobs when she had such a hot pussy. No sooner had I thought this than she writhed, her good right leg thrashing even the paralysed left twitching spasmodically.
As she came she lost control of her bladder a golden stream burst from her. Instinctively open mouthed I moved to capture her fluid. She tasted slightly acidic, it was not her first pee of the day and therefore not too strong. As soon as she stopped peeing I transferred my attention back to her clitoris.
