Retirement Home - Part 1

Betsy’s mind was often confused. Often the tiny woman didn’t know where she was. On those nights, Martin molested the old woman. Now his friend would join him.

Betsy sat in the chair next to her bed, looking out the room’s window at the night sky. The 68 year old woman had been living at the Retirement Home for almost two years. Though her sons had told her they’d visit often, they rarely did.

“Hi Betsy,” a familiar voice called from her doorway. Martin, a young man of 20, smiled at the attractive gray haired lady as he entered. He’d worked the evening shift at the facility since graduating High School.

“Hello Martin,” she replied, quickly pulling her semi-open house robe closed. Her soft heavy tits hung gently under her robe, sagging with age. “Who’s this?” she asked, looking at the young man standing next to Martin.

“Betsy, this is Johnny. He just started work tonight,” Martin replied, walking to her, slipping his palm across her back. “I told him all about you,” he chuckled.
“Not much to tell,” she said with an innocent smile. “I’m just an old woman. That’s about it.”

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Martin grinned, as if he knew something she didn’t. “How are you feeling tonight, Betsy,” he asked casually.
“It was a good day, honey,” she chuckled. “I think I’m all here.”

Pulling down the bedspread, the two young men nonchalantly talked with Betsy as they helped her to the edge of the mattress.
Betsy’s right hand tugged at the hem of her house robe, pulling it over her knees while her left, grasp the top, keeping it closed across her large tits. Betsy was prim and proper, she’d been raised in a different era. Modesty and keeping all things hidden, was of the upmost importance to the lady.

As Johnny walked past her dresser, he noticed a picture. “Betsy, is this you… and your family?” he asked with mild surprise. The woman in the photograph was perhaps 20 years younger.
“It is, honey. That’s me and my two sons,” Betsy acknowledges, still setting on the edge of her bed.

Johnny stared at the woman’s image. With long blonde hair, a slender body and obvious large firm tits, Betsy had been beautiful – years ago. Though much older now, still, her tiny 4’10” body had aged well.

As the two exited Betsy’s room, Martin whispered to Johnny, “She’s having a good night. We’ll have to come back later.”
“Have a good sleep, Betsy,” Martin said cheerfully, glancing back toward the small woman who he hoped to victimize later tonight.

Johnny’s eyes widened, his cock twitched under his uniform. Martin had told his long-time friend about Betsy. The 18 year old boy wasn’t sure if he believed it, but if it was true, he knew the two of them were in for a lot of fun.

Three hours later, their duties with all the residents were completed. Nothing to do now but wait.
Martin knew the nurses were all gathered in the breakroom. They’d be watching TV… and the timeclock. The final two hours of the shift were always slow, long and boring.

“Let’s check on Betsy,” Martin said, a peculiar smile on his face. “Let’s see if she recognizes us… or thinks we’re… someone else.”
Johnny followed his friend down the hallway. Glancing in the open doors, he saw several people sleeping in their beds.

Entering Betsy’s room, Johnny heard the woman’s breathing. It was slow and quiet.
“Betsy,” Martin said softly, his hand gently shaking her shoulder to awaken her. “Just checking on you. Are you awake?”

Johnny could see the outline of the woman’s body in the dim light. Her eyes blinked several time as her hand raised to Martin’s face.
“You’re here,” she said with a broad smile. “I’m so glad you came, honey.”

Martin motioned for Johnny to move to the far side of her bed. His right hand immediately slipping under Betsy’s sheet.
Johnny watched his friend’s hand, slid over Betsy’s large soft tit, cupping it firmly.

“Sweetie,” Betsy moaned, “don’t let daddy see you doing that.”
Martin smiled, his left hand unzipping his pants. “I won’t mommy,” he replied, pulling his hard cock free from its confinement. “I’ll watch for daddy. But you know what you have to do mommy.”

Martin stepped closer to Betsy’s head as it rested on her pillow. Gently easing the woman’s face to the edge of her mattress, he pointed the tip of his hard 7” cock toward her mouth. “Mommy, suck my cock.”
Betsy’s glazed eyes twinkled in the dim light as Johnny watched in awe.

Martin’s left hand held his cock as Betsy’s lips obediently parted, sliding forward, slipping over the young cock. His right hand pulled her nightshirt open, exposing her large saggy tits.
“Go ahead,” Martin encouraged, “Grab her tits. They feel amazing.”

Johnny hesitated for a moment. He could hardly believe what he was watching. His friend’s cock was slipping into the older woman’s mouth. His left hand held the back of her head as he pushed his shaft deeper, the tip sliding into her throat.

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“Ummmmmph,” Betsy gagged, her soft tummy quivered as Martin’s balls repeatedly bumped against her cheek.
“She doesn’t know us,” Martin confessed. “She thinks we are her sons. They molested her for years. When she’s – out of it, like now – she doesn’t even know where she is. It’s the perfect time to use her mouth, and… her cunt.”

Cautiously, Johnny reached toward Betsy’s left tit. Touching her huge flabby breast, he was amazed how nice the slender woman’s warm skin felt. His cock, now fully erect from watching and listening to his friend molest the woman, wanted to join. Sliding his zipper down, his 6” shaft waited its turn.

“Mommy,” Martin said quietly, pointing to Johnny, “Look who’s here.”
Betsy’s lips slid from Martin’s cock, as her head turned to the opposite side of her bed. With an instant smile, she said, “Both of my boys came to visit mommy.”

Johnny nodded, uncertain what to say.
“Shove your cock in her mouth,” Martin quickly commanded. “She thinks you’re her son.”
Johnny stared at Betsy, a tender grandmotherly grin on her face as his cock hung inches from her lips.

“It’s OK,” she giggled, doubtless the way she’d done countless time in her life. “Daddy’s not around. It’s just us three.”

Johnny’s thighs pressed against the mattress as Betsy’s face moved closer. Her mouth opened, her lips eagerly inviting the boy’s cock to enter. “OK… mommy,” Johnny mumbled, not certain what else to say.

“Ummmmmm,” he groaned, as Betsy’s soft eager lips slipped over his shaft. Her tongue, immediately pressing against it as she slid her throat closer to the head of his cock. He’d been in the mouths of girls his age, but none had ever been this enthusiastic.
As he pushed his cock forward, he pulled her head toward his balls. His cock slid deep into Betsy’s throat. But she didn’t seem to mind.

“Make him cum, mommy,” Martin said, his left hand pumping his own cock as his right continued to fondle her soft tits. “Make him cum and I won’t tell daddy about you.”

Johnny’s balls tightened as he quickly pushed his cock down the woman’s throat. He’d only been using her mouth for a minute. But that was enough. The fingers of his right hand slid through her gray hair, holding her head secure as his left caressed her face.

“Ohhhhhh,” the boy groaned, driving his cock into Betsy’s throat. His cum gushed through the length of his cock, spilling into her throat and filling her mouth. “Ohhhhh… mommy,” he moaned, the incestuous fantasy adding to his orgasm.

Martin’s hand pulled quickly on his cock as he watched Johnny’s body wobble – knowing what his friend was doing to the senile woman. “Give me… her face,” Martin groaned, his hand sliding quicker over his own shaft.
Johnny retracted his cock from Betsy’s mouth. Her lips spilling a stream of cum from the corner.

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Martin turned Betsy’s head toward his throbbing pole, pointing it at her face. “Ooooopen…” he moaned, as the first long line of cum shot onto her cheek.
“OK, honey,” she replied, having no idea where she was or who Martin was.

His second shot hit her lips as she spoke. Opening her mouth wide, she willingly accepted the third splash onto her tongue, before Martin could shove his cock into her mouth.
Betsy’s tongue, coated with Johnny’s cum, slipped across Martin’s cock as it emptied the final drops into her mouth.

Sliding his fingertip across her cum-splattered cheek, Martin asked, “So, Johnny… how do you like our… mommy?” His right hand fondled her tit again before lifting the sheet from her small body.
Pulling Betsy’s bed sheet to her knees, Martin grinned at his friend. Easing her slender short legs apart, he announced, “Her mouth’s not the only place our cocks can enjoy.”

“You mean….” Johnny gasped.
“Sure,” Martin replied. “When she’s like this – and the nurses are lounging in the breakroom – I fuck her too. She’d got two hole down there. I’ve dumped in both.”

Johnny’s hand gently cupped Betsy’s left tit as he looked at her gray haired cunt. “She never remembers?” he asked with disbelief. “I mean, even when you fuck her?”
Martin grinned wickedly, shaking his head. “She never remembers and never objects… no matter what I do to her. And I’ve done a lot. Nasty things.”

Martin slid his soft cock from between Betsy’s still lovingly sucking lips. “Did you get enough to drink… mommy?” he asked.
“I’m glad both my boys were her tonight,” Betsy giggled, having no idea who Martin and Johnny truly are. “I know you were looking at me,” she continued. “Are you going to…” her voice fading to a whisper, “fuck me, now?”

Martin pushed the droplet of his cum from her cheek into her mouth. “Not now, mommy,” he replied, “But I promise we will fuck you very soon.”
“Both of you… together?” she asked excitedly, her mind obviously seeing someone else’s faces.

Martin’s right hand slowly glided from her tit, over her tummy to between her legs. Curling his fingertip against her clit, he asked, “Mommy, do you want us to fuck you at the same time?”
Betsy’s eyes twinkled in the room’s dim light, a tender smile spread over her face.

“Mommy,” Martin continued, “if we do, that means one – or both of us – will be in your ass.” His middle two fingers slipped slowly into her wet pussy.

“Ummmm,” Betsy moaned softly. “Can we do it now, honey?” Her knees pulled a few inches wider. “Just don’t tell daddy.”
Martin’s fingers pushed into her cunt, his thumb pressing against her clit. “No, mommy, not now. Daddy will be home shortly. But I promise we will fuck you soon.”

Johnny leaned over the senile woman’s face. “Would you like us… both of us… to molest you mommy?”
Betsy’s eyes widened with compassionate approval. “You can do whatever you want honey,” she replied. “Mommy loves her little boys.”

As the two young men exited Betsy’s room, Johnny stood in her doorway for a moment. Looking at her face, her eyes now closed, he asked, “Are we really going to fuck her?”

“Did you cum in her mouth?” Martin asked his friend, knowing the answer.
Johnny nodded, remembering how eager she’d been.
“Wait until you fuck her. She’s ours. We can do anything we want,” Martin announced with a malevolent tone. “We just have to wait for her – not to be here!”

Johnny stepped into the hallway, his soft cock hidden under his uniform. Not To Be Here – Johnny understood what Martin meant. He hope Betsy would be… away again… soon.