This story is the sequel to my prior story titled Senior Living Sexual Goldmine. This story is told from the son's perspective with a short review of what took place in the first story.
As we get older in life many of us will need to sit down with one, or maybe both, of our parents and have the difficult discussion of moving into a senior living retirement facility. I recently had that discussion with my 70 year old father and it did not go as I had expected.
My father was a retired airline captain and had been married to my mother for over 40 years. She was a former stewardess and was a real looker in the day.
If you know anything about airline pilots, you know that most of them are pussy hounds, and very successful with the ladies, including my dad. Women just seem to be attracted to flyboys.
When my mother started to get older my dad was always complaining that he needed new pussy. He loved my mom and fucked her on a regular basis but he missed his flying days and especially missed the variety of attractive flirtatious stewardesses that surrounded him on every flight and seemed to have a target on their pussy's.
He never said it straight out but I know he was banging a lot of women on layovers. He loved fresh, strange pussy and he missed it.
After my mom passed away, my dad stepped up his game and was having sex with a lot of older, mature women that he had met in bars, at church and online.
After months of discussions he reluctantly agreed to pay a visit with me to an upscale Senior Living Community that I had researched and thought he might like. We made an appointment to meet with the administrator Mrs. Vandenberg.
On the day of our appointment my dad reluctantly agreed to go through with the meeting. His reluctance disappeared when Mrs. Vandenberg met us in the lobby.
Mrs. Vandenberg was in her 40's, very attractive with red hair piled high, big tits and cleavage, nice legs, knee length shirt and high heels. My first thought was that she reminded me of my mom in her younger days. Dad thought the same thing. Both our cocks started to swell.
The situation just kept getting better and better as the sexy administrator Mrs. V. walked us around giving us a tour of the facility. It also just happened to be their nightly happy hour so all the residents were in the lobby having drinks and socializing.
I thought my dad was going to have a heart attack. The ratio of women to men was 20 to 1. A target rich enviorment as my dad would later call it.
Most of the women were attractive, in their 60's and 70's and dressed up for happy hour. Honest to god it looked like a hooker convention for senior citizens. My dad was getting a lot of looks from the ladies and he knew it and he was enjoying all the attention.
A couple of the ladies jokingly yet shamelessly said out loud, " Mrs. Vandenberg we sure hope your friend decides to join our community. We already have some plans for him." Everybody laughed but knowing my dad I was sure his cock and balls were already swelling in his pants.
My dad was a bit of a sex addict and this place was exactly what he was looking for. When you think about it, a senior community is a pussy jackpot.
90% of the residents are older, wealthy, mature single women living in one location that wanted companionship and cock. My father always had the reputation of being a stallion among his fellow pilots. They always joked that a slight breeze would give my dad a hard on.
My mom always said that my dad would fuck anything in a skirt. This was going to be his chance to live up to his reputation. Even at 70 years of age he still had the sex drive of an 18 year old, and the hard cock to match.
He was totally prepared to unleash his limitless lust on these mature women, including the administrator. These ladies had no idea what they were inviting into their community.
Mrs. Vendenberg took us into her office to discuss the business side of things and to convince my father to become a resident in their community. Mrs Vandenberg had us sit in two leather chairs in front of her desk.
After a couple minutes she decided to come out from behind her desk and sit on the edge of the desk right in front of us showing off her beautiful, mature legs.
Mrs. Vandenberg did a shameless, slow leg cross right in front of us making sure that we both got a nice look at her smooth inner thighs and her yellow, lace panties.
My dad and I looked at each other and smiled. We knew right then that both of us, at some point, would fuck Mrs. Vandenberg senseless, even if it was against her will.
Dad signed the legal documents and moved in the next month. He had his sights set on manhandling Mrs. Vandenberg, as well as satisfying the sexual desires of many of the women with his extraordinarily large cock.
After my dad had lived there for about a month he invited me over to the Senior Living faciity to join him for lunch. I noticed that many of the women were paying a lot of attention to my dad during lunch.
He could not stopping talking about how great the facility was and how grateful he was that I helped him decide to live there. He was also very open about his lady friends that lived there and became quite candid about his sexual activities with them.
I joked with him and said, "Dad, I didn't help you decide to live here, Mrs. Vandenberg's legs and pussy made you decide to live here. We both laughed and dad said, " Son you are 100% correct."
He lowered his voice and started to tell me about his sexual escapades with Helen, Janice, Maria, Barbara, and Mrs. Vandenberg.
He said, "Son there is so much available pussy in this place it will make your head spin."
I was a little uncomfortable listening to my dad telling me about his sexual rendezvous with his lady friends, but he had a reason for sharing this with me.
He then said, "Son, do you want in on the action?"
