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Jack was sitting on the balcony of his Penthouse; he was sipping a Chablis as he watched the sun disappear into the sea. He had a fantastic sea view. Jack was forty, single but active. He had a law and an accountancy degree. For ten years, he had worked in the City as a high powered trader. He had made millions. He had an extensive property portfolio which enabled him to live very comfortably. Six months ago, his parents had separated; Jack's mum, Jill, had asked Jack if she could live with him. She told him that she wash and cook for him. She had beautiful foresight; she even said that she would be very discreet when he was entertaining ladies.
Jack was so happy as his mum was an excellent cook and housekeeper. Jack had many valuable antiques in his apartment; it would have worried him if an outsider was involved in cleaning them. Mum then joined him on the balcony; mum loved her wine too. They then sat and talked there and finished the bottle. Jack got a shock as mum couldn't remember where they had lunch last Sunday. She also seemed a little confused about what day it was. Jack thought that it might have been the wine as they had finished two bottles between them that evening.
They were both going to bed early. Jack phoned Bill, his doctor; he told him what had happened and asked if mum could have dementia. Bill replied, "Jack, I'm seeing a patient in your apartment block at nine tomorrow morning. I should be with you say nine-ten, make me a cup of tea but make sure I have got the chance to have an informal chat with your mum. I'll say that I wanted to talk with you about the surgery that I rent from you."
Jack was pleased that he had phoned Bill. Bill arrived at five past nine. They all sat in the kitchen drinking tea which mum had made. Fate played its hand, Jack's phone rang, it was a wrong number, but it allowed Bill to have a long chat with mum. Fifteen minutes later, Jack heard Bill moving; Jack went into the kitchen then Bill said, "That was wonderful; Jill and I had a great chat. Jill hasn't had a Medical for over five years. She is going to come to the surgery at twelve. Jack, I'll talk to you later about the other surgery; thanks so much for the tea."
After he had left, mum said, "Bill is a first-class doctor, silly me hasn't had a Medical for so long. He's going to give me a full medical at twelve; I had better have a bath now, so I'm bright and shiny for it."
Jack was relieved when mum said this; she still knew what she was doing. Mum went for her Medical; she came home an hour and a half later. She was delighted. She told Jack that she had her blood taken and every test imaginable. Mum was happy that she had gone. Mum needed to go to the butcher for this evenings meal. Five minutes after she left Jack's mobile rang, it was Bill, he said, "Jack, your mum's very healthy but she's got early dementia, can you come to the surgery as I have got a few papers which can give you advice. My best advice is to change her diet and make sure that she has plenty of exercise."
"Bill, thank you, I'll come now. Can I cope, or would it be better if I put her in a care home?"
"Jack, that's why I want you to read these papers. If you put her into a care home, she'll be dead within two years. She's lucky to have you. Physically she is in excellent condition for a sixty-five-year-old. She's a body that a fifty-year-old would love. Come now, and I can spend some time with you."
Jack went immediately to Bill's surgery. Bill spent forty-five minutes telling him what to expect. Mum's short term memory was going apart from things she really liked. Bill told him if she took her clothes off or walked around in her underwear, then not telling her off but telling her she would look lovely in a dressing gown. Then Bill said, "Your mum lost her little dog over a year ago; she misses the affection she had with her dog. Jack, try and give your mum as much affection as you can. I think that her little dog was a big thing in her life, she misses that."
Bill told Jack to expect his mum sometimes to use vulgar language or talk dirty. She may even want to masturbate in front of you. Never get angry when she does these things, as that will make her worse. Tell her it's better if she does it in the privacy of her bedroom. Bill also warned him that she might become very sexually active but not chastise or be angry with her. Allow her to do it in the privacy of her bedroom. Bill then said, "Jack, as I said, your mum has a wonderful body, she was also wearing some very erotic lingerie, I complimented on how good she looked. She then told me that she hoped that she would still be able to give a man pleasure one day. Jack, you must be careful that she doesn't start to kiss and touch strangers sexually as that could be a big problem."
Jack was shocked. He then asked, "How do I react if mum comes on heavy to me?"
"That will probably happen. If you feel that it's because she loves you, then that's good. If it's just for sex, then that's not so good. Jack, your mother, is in the twilight of her life. You're all she's got. There's the incest question to be asked. I've experienced many cases like this. I believe that if it's consensual, then you can give your mum a great end to her life. I know a woman of eighty-four who still has regular sex with her son. He's in his sixties; I now need to give him viagra sothat he can keep her satisfied."
Bill finished by saying that mum's hygiene needed to be watched. She must keep herself clean and shower at least three times a week. Bill told Jack to give mum as much affection as he could. To hug and cuddle her at every opportunity. To kiss as often as he could. To make her feel wanted and loved. If mum ever did something wrong, never discipline her. To do that would make mum so depressive. Jack thanked Bill then left.
