1 comments/ 85017 views/ 17 favorites Help the Aged Ch. 01 By: CumalotCastle My name is Alison, Ali for short. This is a true story about my journey into perverse pleasures. I am a typical 21-year-old girl. I have a good career ahead of me in finance, I have a good group of friends to socialise with, and I enjoy sex. That love of sex took an interesting turn recently though. Now firstly let me describe myself. I am around 5' 8", fairly slim and with pert 34D breasts. My bum is in great shape. Generally I am proud of my figure and visit the gym regularly to keep in shape. I certainly get a lot of admiring looks from men in the street and I have had my fair share of short-term boyfriends, but nothing serious. My story began when I was struggling to an extent to keep up with the mortgage payments on my 2 bedroom terraced house. Although my job pays well the recent hike in interest rates meant I was now overdrawn permanently. Sure I could have tightened my purse strings but I liked having a social life and shopping for new clothes. My friend at work Jenna, an attractive 24 year old girl but very much innocent was telling me how her Grandfather could not get a room at the local retirement homes due to overcrowding. He had been living with her cousin in a large rented house but his forthcoming move abroad would leave him homeless. She asked if I knew anyone with a room to rent, and that she would be sharing half the rent out of her own pocket, the other half coming from his pension. Jenna's parents had died when she was younger, but in her rented 1 bed flat she had no room to accommodate them both. My mind sparked into life and I wondered if I could bare living with an elderly housemate if it meant I would have a fresh income to balance my books. Some questions on my part revealed that he was in slight poor health and could not climb stairs. At 82 years old he just spent his days sitting in chairs reading newspapers and taking the occasional stroll. All I would need to do would provide him a dinner each night, a bed to sleep in and a bathroom. His slightly fragile state meant I would have to make some slight conversions to my downstairs bathroom with a rail and seat being fitted to the shower bath. I could convert my downstairs study into a bedroom. Jenna assured me her grandpa was harmless and not a nuisance. My mind was made up! The negatives of sharing my house were far outweighed by the financial positives and I set about preparing my home for my new housemate. So 2 weeks later on a sunny spring Saturday morning as I cleaned the kitchen I had a knock my front door. I opened it and was presented with my elderly guest and my colleague Jenna. "Hi I'm Ali" I beamed putting out a hand for the old boy. He definitely looked his age, balding grey withery hair and a very wrinkled face capped with glasses. His frame was fairly thin and he wore a dark green cardigan over an old collared shirt. His dated grey trousers were worn slightly high leaving his socks on shoe above his brown shoes. He stood uneasily on his feet with a curved walking stick aiding him. "Pleased to meet you" he croaked with a husky old voice. Sounded like he must have been a smoker at some stage in his life. He shook her hand weakly with his own crinkled up hand with quite a bit of thick hair on the back and yellowing fingernails. I ushered him inside and Jenna followed with his suitcase. He didn't appear to have much with him, and after a cup of tea Jenna headed off and left her Grandfather, Bert, to his new house. The first night was uneventful. I made a basic dinner of meat and vegetables and Bert seemed to appreciate it. I soon learnt that he was a very quiet man and kept himself to himself. I was confident I would be more than capable of getting by on this arrangement. It was 2 weeks later that things took a more interesting turn. It was a Friday morning and I had been out for a few too many drinks with the girls the night before. I awoke on my bed completely naked with my suspenders, underwear and bra strewn across the room. My bedroom door was wide open and I suddenly felt conscious of my state and my lack of memory. Bert could not get up the stairs so my modesty was protected, but I just hoped I had kept my dignity on my way up to bed! My head was thumping and I made a decision to call into work sick. Generally from conversations with Bert, he had told me he normally got out of bed around 10am so he wouldn't be around for a couple of hours. I slipped on my silk dressing gown that came down to just above my knee and made my way downstairs. I opened a cupboard looking for a plate to put some food on. With no plates available I bent over and opened up the dishwasher. As I did so I was aware that my dressing gown rose up slightly above the base of my arse cheeks. I also suddenly became aware of somebody else in the room. I turned to see Bert sitting in his usual armchair in the lounge and slightly flushed - He had been looking straight up my gown! "Oh hi Bert didn't see you there! Early for you to be up?" I said pulling my gown down slightly, which in turn loosened the ties and allowed a slight amount of cleavage to reveal itself. "Yes its such a lovely day I decided to make my way down to the shops early and get my papers." he said with a grin. He unfolded his usual broadsheet and started to take in the day's stories. I quickly made my toast and excused myself before returning to my bedroom. I collapsed on the bed and after eating my breakfast I slept for a few more hours. It was then that I had a peculiar but rather saucy dream. I was dressed in the tiniest skirt and a tight see through blouse. I was doing the housework whilst Bert sat reading his newspaper. Occasionally I would bend over sticking my arse cheeks out towards him and he would look over his paper and would tut whilst frowning. I awoke and recalled the dream and scolded myself for having such a weird imagination. I chilled out for the rest of the day and thought nothing more of it. That weekend I went to netball practise with the girls. I got home around 7pm and headed straight for a shower. I peeled off the sports knickers from underneath my short pleated netball skirt and then the phone ran. It was an old friend of mine and I ended up spending 30 minutes chatting and catching up. By the time the call was finished I decided I might as well skip the shower as time was getting on and I was hungry. I was sure Bert would be too. I skipped into the kitchen and greeted Bert sitting in his armchair. "Pizza ok for dinner?" I asked. "Ooh sounds lovely" he laughed and went back to watching his TV program, some sports quiz. I placed the pizza in the oven and went and sat down on the sofa opposite Bert. It was only when my bare arse cheeks made contact with the cold fabric of the 2 seater that I realised the revealing nature of my outfit and my lack of undies. Here I was sitting opposite my work friend's 82-year-old grandfather in a short sports skirt and no underwear. Luckily I was sitting with my legs tight together; otherwise the old boy would have a view of my smooth, shaven pussy. Those words suddenly hit home like a lightning strike and, I hate to admit it, I started to tingle downstairs, which in turn started to moisten up my silky lips. "What is wrong with me?" I thought to myself. "What part of showing my privates to this old man is getting me hot?" It was ridiculous and I told myself as such. I hadn't been laid in a couple of months though so it was quite understandable. At least that's what I told myself. However the more I tried to throw these thoughts from my mind, the more I was intrigued into what would happen if I did flash the old codger. Would he get off on my private show? Would he scold me for being a naughty little girl? Again my thoughts got me tingling and before long my pussy juice was making its way along my inner thighs. My body started to take over from my mind and soon I started to slightly part my legs. I pushed both hands down to hold the material of the skirt over my personal place but I kept widening my legs, eventually to a position where if it weren't for my hands, old Bert would have a great view of my sodden hole. I pretended to be watching the TV and then I slowly removed my hands from my lap. I was conscious of the air hitting my pussy as I carried out my perverse display. It was then that the buzzer went on the oven. I was snapped out of my trance and snapped my legs back together. I looked up and Bert was still watching the TV. I had no idea if he has seen me but I felt slightly ashamed at my behaviour and hoped that he hadn't. I checked on the pizza before disappearing upstairs and putting my sports knickers back on. Later that night after dinner and as I was preparing for bed I wondered if Bert had glanced and seen my pussy, and if he had would he have realised I was showing off on purpose? I told myself he couldn't have seen a thing as if he had he would have made a comment and I slipped under my bed covers. It must have been 2 hours later I awoke with a start after another lurid dream. I was soaked with cunt juice and decided I needed a drink. Slipping downstairs quietly so as not to wake Bert I was surprised to hear a strange noise, almost a slapping noise coming from Bert's room. In complete darkness I tiptoed over to his room and placed my ear against his door. I had to bite my lip when I heard Bert's heavy breathing and surely the slap slap slapping sound made by a man playing with his cock. Bert, an 82-year-old quiet and lifeless old man was sitting in his bedroom, just directly below his 21-year-old female housemates room and masturbating with all his might. I ended up with my hand inside my own underwear frigging off my swollen pussy as I listened to the dirty old fucker build to his climax. I bit my lip tighter as my legs trembled and I collapsed to the floor, at which point I heard Bert let out 3 or 4 small grunts. He had shot his load. I felt filthy and dirty as I made my way back to my bedroom, but I couldn't help think that my blatant display of exhibitionism had gotten the old man hot, and he had been jacking off with thoughts of me. My mind went wild with ideas that I only partly tried to rid myself of but it was no use. I was going to see where this ended up. To be continued... Help the Aged Ch. 02 I had one foot up on the sofa as I painted my toenails a bright shade of red. Bert, sitting opposite me, had a fantastic view up my dressing gown and to the bulge of my swollen pussy in the gusset of my underwear. My 21-year-old hole was soaked with my juices thanks to my blatant display, and my 82-year-old housemate no doubt had a rigid hard-on straining his pants. It had been 3 days since I had listened to old Bert masturbate through his bedroom door, and since then I had taken many opportunities to flash the filthy bugger to try and get him horny again. I was pretty certain he was taking in the sights I was providing him, and then knocking one out each evening in his room. I couldn't explain it but the thought of him doing this over me made me extremely hot, and I was encouraging it all as much as I could. "What do you think?" I said with a smile, showing Bert my freshly painted toenails. "Very nice" he replied, as he tried to divert his eyes from my white panties. I excused myself from the room and made my way up the stairs. As soon as I rounded the top and was out of his view I whipped open my gown and plunged 2 fingers inside me. I was horny enough as it was, but the thought of playing with myself only just out of view of Bert got me even more turned on. Soon my juices were gushing down my legs and my actions were making a sloppy noise. I wondered if he could hear me and whether he would try and climb the stairs for a peak. It didn't take long for me to cum. This kind of thing carried on for the next couple of weeks. I would bend down allowing Bert to see my big tits hanging bra-less inside my top. I would come downstairs out of the shower in just a towel and tease revealing my pussy to him. I would wear short skirts whilst eating dinner on the sofa so that he could ogle my smooth thighs and undies. I took things to the next level when I "accidentally" dropped a pair of my dirty panties on the floor whilst doing my washing. I ignored them and pretended I hadn't noticed. When I returned home from work that day the panties had gone. My cunt dripped at the thought of old Bert wanking with them. The next time he popped to the shops I had a look in his bedroom. After a quick search I found them stuffed in the back of his sock drawer. They were rolled up into a ball. I unrolled them and was shocked to find them soaked in masses of sticky spunk, clearly freshly added. They were absolutely coated. I panicked and put them back before he returned home, but I already made a mental note to find them again at a later date and taste the old codger's cum. I was getting turned on by the situation and the noises coming from Bert's room told me he was too. As with most things I craved more, and I became more and more intrigued. For starters I was now trying to imagine what his ancient cock looked like. Was it tiny as I imagined old man cock to be? Was it covered in tangled grey hair? Was he uncut? I really wanted to find out! The bathroom downstairs was fitted with an old key lock. With the key missing you would have a view all the way into the bathroom, directly level with the shower. I took the key and hid it in a kitchen drawer. Bert soon questioned where it had gone so I made the excuse that I had broken it whilst cleaning and that I would get a replacement. I joked that I would try not to walk in on him and, although he laughed, he gave me a look that sent a shiver all the way to my pussy. The next day I phoned in sick for work, telling Bert I had paperwork to catch up on. I eagerly awaited my chance and it came around 11am when Bert made his way into the bathroom in his dressing gown and with a towel. I waited for what seemed like an eternity until the water came on, and then tip toed over to the door. Taking a deep breath I got down on all fours and moved my eye towards the keyhole. My heart was beating fast and heavy, as I slowly made out the image of a wrinkly Bert completely naked under the water of the shower. Sadly, he was facing away from me, but I could see his saggy arse and feeble looking legs as the water cascaded down on top of him. One hand was rubbing soap into his shoulders, and the other...Oh my. His other hand was busy doing something in front of him. I had an idea what this was and my prayers were answered when he turned round side on to me. There in Bert's right hand was a cock beyond all my expectations. It was semi hard and it was above average length. It was fat. Those words stuck in my head. I loved cock with a bit of girth, and this was really chunky looking. Grey pubes and a bulging ball sack complimented his impressive piece that was covered in ridges and thick veins. He flopped it around under the water as it gradually hardened. My hand was frigging away at my pussy as I watched him jack off, hopefully to images of me. Soon he sprayed load after load of sticky white muck all over the shower wall and I came on my fingers. I made my way upstairs and took a moment to calm down. I knew now that I wanted to play with that big old cock of his. The very next weekend I began working towards my goal of fondling my 82-year-old housemates flabby dick. I told Bert that the shower upstairs had broken, and I would have to use the downstairs shower for the short term. He was fine with this of course. "Now don't go walking in on me!" I joked. He didn't laugh. It was like I'd planted an idea in his head. I had seen him, and now I wanted him to see me. That very morning I went into the bathroom and stripped off. I had left my towel in the kitchen on purpose and I opened the door and called for Bert. "Bert? Are you there? I've forgotten my towel, could you pass it to me?" He wandered over with towel in hand as I peered out of a small gap in the door. He went to pass it and I opened the door a bit more, revealing my full breasts to his amazement. His jaw nearly his the floor. "Oops!" I pretended as I covered my boobs with one arm and took the towel with the other. "Thankyou" I took my sweet time in that shower. Fingering my tight hole over and over. I swear I saw the light disappear at the keyhole and I imagined the dirty old fucker was spying on me as I played with my filthy twat. "mmmmmmm I bet you wanna stick that nasty old cock of yours right in my tight young cunt" I thought to myself as I rubbed the shower head over my slit. "You'd love me to suck on that meat wouldn't you? You'd love to suck my big tits". The image of Bert with walking stick in one hand, fat cock in the other, and firing globs of spunk over my tits, finished me off. I collapsed in a quivering heap in the tub and, I was certain, the light appeared once more at the keyhole. I knew he was enjoying this, and I wanted it to go further, but I wanted him to make the move. I made plans to take the next week off work. He was going to have the time of his life. To be continued... Help the Aged Ch. 03 My panties were pulled aside and my thick black dildo was sliding in and out of my quivering hole. My thighs were soaked and, more importantly, so was my underwear. I wanted to coat them in so much of my juice so that Bert would enjoy them even more. I let out a loud whimper and I heard Bert call out. "You ok up there Ali?" I gritted my teeth and pushed the dildo all the way in. "I'm fine thanks" I managed to call back as my orgasm kicked in. My door was wide open and I had hoped to an extent that he would hear the noises I made. I pulled down my soaking wet knickers and rolled them up in a ball. I wrapped a small towel around my slim sexy body so that it only just covered my trimmed pussy and had my boobs spilling out of the top. On my way down the stairs I could see Bert sitting down in his chair. He must have been at the bottom of the stairs getting off on the groans from above. I smiled at him and he looked at me with wide eyes. My flushed skin was blatant and I hoped my aroma was obvious too. I feigned tripping down the last step allowing the panties to fall from my grasp. Pretending I hadn't even noticed I marched straight into the bathroom. I used the towel to cover the keyhole by hanging it from the handle. I wanted him concentrating on the present I'd left him rather than spying on my naked frame! In the shower I was getting horny again imagining Bert sniffing the gusset of my undies but I held off touching myself. I kinda hoped he would make a move tonight and wanted to save myself. When I was done I left the water running so that he wouldn't expect a thing and crept over to the door. Whilst I knelt I removed the towel from the handle and peered out into the lounge. I gasped at the sight before me. This dirty, filthy, 82-year-old housemate of mine had my underwear spread out over his face. He was inhaling deeply and sucking and chewing on the crotch. He was balancing with his walking stick so had no free hand to play with the big thick bulge I could see in his trousers. I took a deep breath. My heart was beating heavily. Right at this moment in time he thought I was in the shower. If I was to open the door now I would catch him red handed. That would certainly move things to the next level. But was it too blatant? I was enjoying the tension between us and wanted him to come onto me properly, not just because he was caught with his young housemates knickers in his mouth. I decided to turn the shower off and check his reaction. As I returned to the door I saw him quickly making his way back to his chair. I haphazardly wrapped the towel around me and opened the door. "Hmmm," I spoke out loud. "I've lost my panties. Where could I have dropped them?" I looked around the floor in the vicinity of the bathroom. I glanced up and Bert sat in his chair looking extremely guilty. I knew he must have stuffed his prize in his trouser pocket. Getting down on all fours I made my way around the area in my fake search. The towel was riding up and when I turned away from him I knew he must be able to see way too much flesh. My boobs were struggling to swing free from the towel. I toyed with the idea of discarding the garment completely but that was too much. Or was it? My pussy was soaked again as I slowly crawled into the lounge and towards Bert in his chair. I'm sure he audibly gulped. "Could they be in here?" I questioned, my long hair falling forward and leaving my tits teasingly concealed. I lent forward and looked under the sofa, my breasts falling free. I pulled the towel back up revealing my entire arse. I pulled the towel back down and tutted to try and keep up the facade. "Maybe they are under your chair Bert?" I said as I crawled towards him. He almost looked like he was pushing back, struggling to get away. The tent in his trousers was obvious and I could even make out the shape of his balls through the fabric. I put a hand on each of his legs and pulled them apart, shooting him a smile in the process. Leaning forward I imagine my hair must have brushed his groin region. I stuck my head underneath the chair and pretended to be looking around. I came back up and rested an elbow on each knee. "No luck" I stated, trying to look glum. "But what's this?" I asked as I set my eyes on the throbbing package before me. Bert looked horrified. His secret lust for me was now in the open, if he hadn't realised already, and I had broken down a huge barrier between us. We were now on sexual terms. "Are those my panties stuffed in your pants? It's a very big lump. It doesn't quite look like my knickers Bert, but you never know." He cleared his throat and tried to reply, but no words came forth from his mouth. His face was flushed, I was obviously making him feel extremely awkward and I almost backed away, but I decided for one last quip. "It's ok Bert, I guess you'll be able to wrap my panties round that big old pole of yours and really enjoy yourself. I've got plenty of spares." I smiled and stood up. I held the flimsy towel to my body. It had fallen away at the back and as I spun and walked away and up the stairs the lusting old codger had a wicked view of my completely naked ass. I rounded the corner up the stairs and exhaled. I couldn't believe how far I had taken that. I was completely carried away in the moment! The rest of the week was surprisingly uneventful. It was Saturday night and my week off of work had come to an end. I had carried on my teasing displays in front of Bert but he had become less blatant in ogling me. I was throwing in the odd sexual joke but he wasn't responding. I was starting to regret my actions and wondered if I had scared the old boy off. Had he decided to stick to his fantasies instead of the real thing? It was on that Saturday night that my fears were extinguished in major fashion. We had just finished eating dinner and I had done the dishes. I headed upstairs to get a towel so that I could have my evening wash. I returned and my panties that Bert had stolen were on the floor where I had originally dropped them. I thought this was odd and I looked up at Bert who was reading his newspaper and not taking any notice of me at all. I picked them up and was stunned to find dry crusty spunk smothering them entirely. There wasn't any fresh cum, but he had clearly been using them to wank off all week. He was ignoring me completely and I admit I found myself turned on at his sudden forwardness. I didn't know how to react so I headed to the shower as originally planned. I was in the shower and lathered up with soapsuds when I heard the bathroom door open. I peaked around the curtain and watched as Bert walked boldly, but steadily, into the room. I was speechless as he walked over to the shower and pulled the curtain back completely, revealing my naked and wet body to his aged eyes. "You girl have been teasing me for way too long now." he said sternly. "So you want me to see you naked do you? You want me to pleasure myself into your undergarments? You want to get this poor old elderly sap all worked up and then try and make a fool of him? Well it is not happening anymore!" he snapped. My jaw hung loose and my hands failed completely to conceal my large breasts and my sex. "Move your fucking hands so I can see you properly!" he demanded. I was so shocked to hear him use such language and I complied with his wish. My right hand slowly released and revealed my juicy firm melons to his view. He steadied himself with one arm as he raised his walking stick to my left hand and tapped it. "Oh so now you are going to be all shy are you?" he said. I dropped my hand from my pussy and I was now nude before him. My elderly housemate was standing watching me fully naked under the cascading water of the shower, soapsuds now a thing of the past. I couldn't believe it was happening. With his walking stick he pushed into my belly, forcing me back against the shower wall. "Show Me!" he said. For some reason I knew exactly what he wanted as I slid down the wall and pulled my thighs apart. My sodden and gaping cunt was open to his view. I bit my lip as he rubbed the end of his walking stick across my glistening lips. He certainly was a kinky old fucker. My fingers made contact with his walking aid and soon I was rubbing my clit and my pussy lips with fingers and stick. He pulled it away and dropped it to the floor. Was this giving him new found strength? Maybe. Regardless his shaking hand was tugging at his trouser fly as he battled to release his blood filled dick. I fingered my hole as water trickled down my face and I pouted at Bert. My free hand twiddled my nipples that were rock hard and stuck out as far as they ever had. Bert had soon freed his meat and was tugging on it whilst taking in the private show. I lent forward and that was when we kissed. I felt dirty beyond belief as our tongues rolled and wrapped themselves around each other. Two generations of tongue given over to lust and sharing saliva. My hands pulled him forward by his shirt collar and his head started to get wet from the shower. I reached over and pulled the lever to turn the flow off. I undid the buttons of his shirt and he pulled back. "Not tonight." he said, in a commanding voice. He caught me by surprise as he grabbed the back of my head in his hand. He clutched a handful of my hair and ushered me downwards. "I love a good sucking I do," he breathed as he waved his fat cock in one hand, and pulled my face towards it with the other. I didn't hesitate in opening my mouth and taking the head of his penis in. I was soon bobbing my head up and down, trying not to gag as the wide head reached the back of my throat. His taste wasn't unpleasant but it was quite stale, yet all the same I was turned on beyond belief and couldn't get enough. I reached up and fondled his balls and found they were hard as rock. I looked up through watery eyes and could see him looking down on me with a straight face. The look was almost in disgust. I wondered what he thought of me. His hand on the back of my head suddenly came back to life and he forced me to take more and more of his cock in. I choked and spluttered slightly as he thrust his hips. I tried to withdraw but he held me steady. Instead I managed to turn my head sideways and my cheek stretched obscenely outwards. I pulled his hand away and grabbed his cock at the root, wanking it up and down. I removed his member from my gob and looked up at him once more. "Just let me suck your cock like the dirty little slut you know I am," I told him and with that I proceeded to give him the sloppiest, firmest and most professional blowjob I think I had ever performed. His dick throbbed so hard and at times I did struggle with it, but with my wrist curving my hand up and down his length it didn't take long for his knees to start shaking. "Oooooh!" he stammered. "I'm gonna cum!" he cried as his balls started pulsing. "Let me swallow it all Granddad!" I teased before resuming my actions. He soon sprayed stream after stream of hot and sticky goo past my tonsils. I smiled and kissed the end of his cock then stood up to kiss him. His legs, however, could no longer take his weight and he lowered to his knees. His face and mouth were level with my dripping pussy. I parted my legs slightly hoping to encourage his tongue, but he suddenly blinked, stood and turned away. Zipping his now limp yet still plump prick back in his pants, he walked out of the bathroom and away from the scene. I couldn't believe it! He had left me all worked up and horny in the bathroom after I'd sucked down all of his sloppy muck. I'd teased him for all this time, and now he was teasing me! Feeling slightly put out I shut the bathroom door and began to dry myself off. I felt filthy and used, but he had me right where he wanted me. I wanted to fuck the bastard's brains out! To be continued?