My name is Grace Andrews. I am fifty six years old and a widow. I am very healthy, not too fat and I have to work for a living as my husband did not leave much of an estate when he passed away suddenly.
I found this job through another widow friend of mine that owns this very large house that she rents out rooms in. It is located close to the college and nearly all the nine rooms are rented out to grad-students. I have two rooms on the first floor in the back next to the kitchen. I don't cook for the boys but I do make sure they don't burn down the place and I check every day to make sure they keep the place clean and orderly. In other words I am a house mother.
One boy who is a little older came here to play football as well as get an education. However when he played his first game some one stepped on his ankle and broke it badly. Then another fellow fell on top of him and dislocated his neck. So Douglas Dupree was placed in a special bed on the first floor in what used to be the living room.
There was a young pretty nurse hired to care for him but she only came in four times a day and did not stay over night. Dug used a bedpan and this was a real bone of contention for him. He hated it and wanted to use a bathroom like every other guy in the house. But of course with a broken ankle that was very hard to do. But the fool tried and this is where I got involved.
I was asked to cook for Dug and was paid very well to do so. I welcomed the extra income and so over the course of the first week we got to be very well acquainted.
The first time I had an occasion to be a help to Douglas was the very next week on Saturday. This is football day here and all the other boys were at the game. Being the weekend the nurse was not in so I was all alone with Dug.
He had a cast from his ankle up to above his right knee and a neck brace that held his head up at a weird angle. He could not see down to his feet.
I had taken a small TV in and placed it up on the top of a wardrobe so Dug could see the game. I had gone off to do my regular duties and Dug though he could get out of bed and turn the TV antenna so the picture would come in better.
Like these boys like to say "Wrong"
I did not hear him fall but I was about half way down the back stairs I heard him yelling. I hurried to see what on earth happened and found Stupid Mr. Dupree on the floor with his good leg all twisted and bent like a pretzel. I called nine one one and helped him the best I could until the medics arrived.
I did take a second look at Mr. Dupree's privates as it had been sometime since I was with a man. I may be over fifty but by no means am I dead nor do I lack the natural urges of a woman.
Back before my husband died I was very active with my husband and well; shell we say I was not a true blue one man woman. My husband was a very good lover but he was on the road a lot and I somehow managed to not always be alone when he was out of town. My husband found out a few years back maybe twelve or so. But he said that was okay as he had a few ladies on the road that he visited from time to time. So we openly agreed when we were not together we could have friends over so to speak.
It as not long before I found out my husband was not the best lover in town but he was still very good.
So we lived with this arrangement for a lot of years and it worked fine for us. After he died I some how got away from the sex thing and after I took this house mother job I had almost put sex out of my mind. Well almost. But it came back with a rush and woke up a desire in me that had been dormant too long.
It only took ten minutes for the Medics to get here. In these ten minutes I managed to comfort Mr. Dupree and get a handle on his most private manhood. I must say I was impressed to say the least.
His night shirt had been pulled up around his back and he was exposed from the waist down. The hem of his night gown got hook on a hinge that lifted the mechanical bed and this is what caused him to go asshole over tea cup.
He was hurting yet he had enough sense to know he was naked and exposed. He asked me to cover him up. I had a hard time getting the material loose but in the mean time I took his rather manly manhood in my hand and arranged it so it was not longer bound up tight between the material and his bum leg. This small act relieved his pain greatly.
It also kind of bound us together as very close friends. I have to admit I may have fondled his privates a little longer than was necessary but it just felt good to touch a man. I was excited that he even may have become aroused some even though he was in pain. I found this kind of exciting myself just knowing I could excite a man again. When the Medics came though the door Dug was smiling up at me and all covered up.
He was returned the next day with his left leg in a cast and in some kind of harness that held his legs up and slightly parted. This time he was in a hospital gown with the ties in back. His were untied.
I had fixed a nice pot of home made soup and as soon as Douglas was ready I came in with a bowl to feel him. Oh; I am so sorry I mean feed him. How silly of me.
We talked of things to come after he gets out of traction and is well enough to resume his studies. He loved my soup and I helped him with his book reader so he could read while he lay there. I left him and about an hour later he rang for me. He said he knew it was not my job to act as nurse but he had a problem and wanted to ask me to help him. He had some how twisted his bedpan and could not get it under him properly.
I smiled and moved to see what his problem was. Well I saw his problem right away. He had the loveliest erection I had ever seen. It was pointing nearly straight out with a slight twist to the right. The head was round some what pointed with a wide mouth opening with a very prominent rim at the rear. The shaft was thick at the base some where deep in that forest of dark curly hair. But was a little slimmer as it approached the deep purple head. It was simply a very lovely cock if I had ever seen one and I had seen a few in my time.
I lifted his gown higher so he could not see me. I took his cock in my hand and turned it as I pulled the skin up as far as it would go. I pushed down still gripping his massive cock tightly forcing the head to be drawn nearly flat. He moaned as if I had hurt him. But I knew that sound and it was not from hurt it was from pure pleasure.
His cock was dry so I leaned in and took it in my mouth to give it a nice wet lubricated surface. I took my mouth away and went back to working in up and down.
Doug said "please suck it for me I need to cum so bad. I know you want to suck me as much as I want you too."
Well Doug was right about that I did want to suck him off. He had a lovely cock and it had been so damn long since I tasted male semen and I needed that too.
It did not take much to set his big boy off. I was surprised but welcomed the thick salty fluid. His semen was sweet, warm and thick as butter milk. I sucked it down deep into my mouth with in trepidation and willingness.
I knew all too well this was not the time or place for such a romantic encounter but yet I went on. Doug was breathing deep as his cock jerked slightly. I tasted his sperm and the very sensation of it overwhelmed me. But I recovered quickly sucking his cum deep into my mouth and swallowing it eagerly. I milked his cock to get every drop of this glorious fluid. I licked his cock as it wilted in my hand. I let it slip from my mouth and my hand.
Looking up I saw he had his eyes closed so I took myself and hurried away. That was marvelous and I loved every moment, very drop and every emotion we shared.
The game was over and several of the guys came by to say "Hi" to Doug and tell him how they won the game at the last moment. Things settled down around mid-night and so I decided to check on Doug one more time before I went to bed.
