Dementia
By
Rellik©

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places may be mentioned in this story, it is not to be the conclusion that any part of this story is true, or ever happened.

The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults. While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this.

With her heels up to my shoulder I was rove up this 60 plus year old lady who had come into my life just three weeks after my wife had left me for an older man. How ironic here was me a 25 year old, now fucking the arse of an elderly woman who had just walked in off the street.

This was the third time this has happened and I wasn’t going to let an opportunity like this pass.

The elderly lady was moving under me as if her life depended on her making me reach a climax. She was the moistest female I have ever come across and sliding in and out of her moist passage was really fantastic. Soon I emptied my seminal juices into this warm and willing woman’s body.

“Thank you son that was very nice,” she said as my limp penis slid out of her moist warm cunt.

“That’s what I should be saying mother, you sure know how to make a man happy,” I replied. She wasn’t my mother but what else was I going to call her.

We got off the bed and she pulled on her panties and adjusted her clothing.

“Would you like a coffee or something?” I asked, not knowing what to say.

“I’d love a nice cup of tea,” she replied.

“Come you sit in the lounge and I will make you one,” I said leading her into the lounge.

As I waited on the kettle to boil I reflected how this woman had come into my life. A week ago at about 11 o’clock at night I heard a knock at the door and when I opened it this same lady was standing there.

“Son, I am sorry I haven’t been round to see you and ease your tensions,” she said as she pushed her way past me into my house.

“Hoi, lady where do you think you are going?” I cried after her as she went straight into the lounge. I closed the door and when I entered the lounge she was on the sofa with her nightdress pulled up, knees bent exposing her womanhood to me.

“Come on Peter, fuck your mother, I want you to do it now,” she said looking directly at me.

“My name isn’t Peter and I’m not your son!” I said to her but my eyes were firmly focused between her legs.

“Of course you’re Peter and you have always fucked me, every day sometimes.”

I realised now that the lady was not at all with it and it wasn’t sleep walking, for she was completely coherent and mobile. Then it struck me, she was suffering from dementia and was reliving her past. Her son Peter must have been having it off with his mother. Here she was thinking I am Peter and offering herself to me.

I decided to play along with her and quickly mounted her on the couch. Sliding into her was like sliding into a block of butter with a hot knife. She was smooth and yet at the same time held my penis in a lovely warm velvet glove. If my wife had been as lovely as this lady was I would have put up a greater resistance when she left me than I did. This ladies vagina was as far as I was concerned heaven. I gave her what she wanted and she was all smiles after we had finished and she swung her legs so that her feet were on the floor.

“Peter you have never made me feel like this before, you were nice and gentle and I think your cock has got a bit bigger too,” she said with her arm around my shoulders.

As we were sitting there I had another knock on the door and when I went there, there were two SES members in their bright orange overalls.

“Have you seen an old lady dressed in a dressing gown, she has decided to go for a walk from the Aged Care Hostel?” the lady member asked.

“Yes I have, in fact she is sitting in my lounge, I didn’t know where she came from. She just turned up at my door and walked straight in. I was going to call the Police to see if they could help.”

“We have the nurse here; the lady suffers from dementia and these cases just decide to go for a walk, we will look after her now.”

“You’re not going to lock her up or anything are you? She seems harmless enough. We have been talking, she thinks I’m Peter her son.”

“No we can’t lock her up, she is a paying resident, but we have an obligation to the next of kin to watch over their welfare. Anyway we can’t have her walking around the streets in her night clothes can we.”

“That’s fine then,” I answered the SES people and the nurse who had arrived.

Two nights later the same thing, but this time the nurse was round in about five minutes after the lady had knocked.

“It seems she knows where she wants to go, she made a beeline for your house.”

“Look if she goes missing again give me a ring and if she’s here I’ll bring her back. Also tell her she can visit me during the day if she wants to go for a walk.”

“I’ll have to talk with her daughter though over that,” the nurse replied.

So to-day she once again knocked on my door but this time dressed in her day clothes. But the same thing almost, she dropped her panties and lay down on the sofa with her legs bent at the knees and spread wide.

“No mother, let’s go into the bedroom, I don’t want you showing yourself on the sofa.”

“Oh that’s a lot better, going to the bedroom,” she replied picking up her panties and following me. She immediately got onto the bed pulled her dress up and spread her legs. If this was what her son did he had her well trained.

“Peter, your cock has definitely got a lot bigger, I never used to feel you so deep inside me, this is far better. I like it now and want lots more.”

“Oh you will mother, whatever you want, I’ll give you it.”

“Another day then, I’ll look forward to that.”

“Come on I’ll take you back home, they will be worried about you and you do want to be able to come again, don’t you?” I said holding her arm as I guided her out my home.

“Yes my afternoon walk and you can walk me back.”

As we were walking back one of the nurses saw us and came to meet us. “I hope Moyra hasn’t been annoying you again?” she asked.

“Not at all, I was just saying to her that she can come and visit me anytime she wants. We have a nice cup of tea and a chat.”

“Well if you don’t mind she can come round to see you, but could you please telephone and let us know when she is at your place.”

“I’ll do that for you and bring her back myself. You don’t mind if she stays for a couple of hours or so.?”

“As long as she is back by six, that’s when her medication is due. Maybe just visiting you will be better than all her medication.”

As we parted me returning home and the nurse and Moyra back to the Home, Moyra gave me a kiss on the cheek. ”I’ll be round tomorrow Peter.”

True to her word Moyra was around at my door just after one. “Peter why do you want me to stay in that Home, I want to stay here.”

“Why do you want to stay here mother?”

“I want to be near you, I have to look after you.”

“You’re doing that now mother. I asked the nurses and you can now stay all afternoon, do you want that?”

“Oh yes, that will be very nice if I can come every day,” she replied looking so pleased now.

I rang the Home and told them Moyra was here and that I will be bringing her back before six.

“Moyra what would you like to do?” I asked.

“I only want you to fuck me Peter, but could I get completely undressed, please?” she said looking up at me with cow like eyes.

“Yes, that would be lovely, you go into the bedroom and get undressed, I’ll be right in.”

“No I want to strip for you Peter, I have always wanted to get naked for you but you would never let me before.”

I took her hand and we walked into the bedroom together. Once there she started a strip for me. I was surprised that her breasts though not large were standing still proud and that her waist was trim. She enjoyed stripping for me and when she had finished she did a slow turn letting me see her whole body.

“Do you like me now Peter? Can I get into the bed?”

“Yes, Moyra you can get into bed,” I said to her.

“Come and get undressed too and join me Peter.”

I quickly undressed and climbed into bed with her. She quickly grabbed my cock in her hands and was bent over pushing it into her mouth. It was obvious this was something new for her as she slurped and sucked my now raging shaft. She lifted her head and looked straight at me.

“I know you’re not Peter. Peter would never let me do this, but you have a better cock than Peter and I want you to fuck me with it.”

This time she straddled my hips and placed the head into her moist smooth vagina and lowered herself down on to my phallus. Once she had embedded me totally she just sat there and smiled at me.

“You’ve treated me better than Peter ever done. It was only to-day that I realised that it wasn’t Peter who had been fucking me for the past week or so but you. I don’t want you to stop, I love being fucked by you,” she said smiling at me.

“I think you are wonderful Moyra and I’m sorry I took advantage of you.”

“I’m glad you did and I feel a lot better now since you have given me the one thing I need to go on living – a nice big cock.”

“Well you are welcome any time Moyra, but I’m sorry you can’t stay here.”

All this time she was massaging my erect penis with her vaginal muscles. Slowly rotating around my throbbing shaft, giving me the most satisfying sensations.

“I would like you to ring my daughter and ask her to come and collect me and take me home. I’m discharging myself from the Home. Will you do that for me?” she asked.

“Right now?” I enquired.

“No silly after we have finished what we are doing, do you think I want to get off this lovely tool. I’ve waited a long time to get a cock like yours and I want to keep it.”

“What about Peter your son?” I enquired.

“It wasn’t you who took advantage over me but Peter, but he will never get into my knickers any more. Only you will have that privilege.”

I couldn’t contain myself any longer I rolled her over onto her back and started a deep penetrating thrusting deep into her body for I needed to relieve this pent up emotion. It wasn’t long until I filled her body as I seemed to empty more than my usual sperm into her very willing body.

After this we both sat in my large outsized spa-bath letting the bubbles envelope our bodies. Moyra may be older than my mother but she was surely some woman in bed.

I done as Moyra requested and contacted her daughter who was surprised when I telephoned with the request her mother had made. None the less she was round in half an hour and sitting in my lounge looking firstly at me then her mother. She knew there was something between us but she wasn’t certain. What I said next really shook her to the core and her jaw dropped, then she rushed and hugged her mother.

“Your brother Peter has been having sex with your mother when she knew no better. I want you to stop him continuing doing that,” I said.

“Oh Mum, I’m sorry I didn’t know Peter was treating you like that. I will make sure he never does it again, I promise.”

“When you are at work, I’ll be round here with Cyril, I can trust him to treat me kindly,” she said to her daughter.

“Oh mum anything so long as you are not treated badly.”

So that was how Moyra came to spend her days with me and from that time on I had as much sex as I could ever want with o fears of pregnancies or her looking for another man.