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"He hasn't forgotten the names of the teams," she said.
"Not really," Josh said.
"Oh no, he can rattle off scores from old games as if he'd just seen them yesterday. It didn't sound like he was making them up. He said them too quick."
"Yeah, but he's got the Mariner's playing the Bears and the White Sox playing the Seahawks, or the Red Sox playing the Steelers."
"That's good, isn't it, that he still remembers the teams?"
"I guess, but the Mariners are a baseball team and the Bears play football."
"Oh."
Josh continued, "The White Sox play baseball and the Seahawks are Seattle's football team."
"I see."
"And the Steeler's are…"
"I get it," Julie snapped.
Josh stopped. He felt like an ass pointing out his father's failure.
"I know he's not well but we can make him comfortable and happy while he's still here."
"I noticed," Josh blurted, instantly regretting it.
Julie stiffened and took a deep breath before replying. "I know my methods are unconventional. God knows, it's not something I would do at work, but Chuck is special. Does it bother you?"
Josh answered honestly because he had never been able to get away with lying to her. "A little, I guess."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No. It's just that, well, it reminded me of when I was little and you used to sing that song to me at bed time. It made me feel warm and safe and…loved."
Julie laughed. "Yes, but I never…"
"I know," Josh cut her off. "I know," he repeated. "It's just that…"
"What?"
"I felt…jealous."
"Oh."
"Not that, I mean, I'm not trying to hint…"
"No, of course not. I'm a mother, almost forty, and you're…"
"It's not that. I mean, you're beautiful, but you're, I mean, I know you're married and I would never, uh, you know—want you to feel uncomfortable," he finished up, lamely.
Julie laughed softly. "I'm not uncomfortable and I'm glad you came upstairs and that you came into the room."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. I want you to be there because sometimes he gets carried away and squeezes too hard. He's still quite strong and it's hard to get him to let go."
"Yeah, I guess. So, you want me to…?"
"Yes, if you wouldn't mind."
That night, Josh dreamed about Julie's breasts, about being senile and fondling her tits as much as he wanted, as long as she was singing. In the morning, he woke up with a tune in his head.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
you make me happy when skies are gray
you'll never know dear, how much I love you,
please don't take my sunshine away.
* * * *
For the next week, Josh accompanied Julie for every feeding. What he thought was a goodnight ritual turned out to be common practise for each meal. While eating, Chuck regaled her with his sports knowledge by recalling past baseball and football triumphs as if they were his own.
"Who won Superbowl X?" he asked, a sly, mischievous grin on his face.
Julie shook her head. Josh cast his mind back but couldn't remember. When was Superbowl X? In the eighties?
"In 76 Pittsburgh won for the second time in a row over the Texas Cowboys," his father announced triumphantly.
Josh didn't know if the year was right or whether it really was a consecutive win but he knew the Steelers had done it. Maybe his father had the details right but he was way off on the obvious, like the fact that it was the Dallas Cowboys, not Texas.
"Know who the MVP was?" The grin widened.
Julie shook her head but smiled and said, huskily, "No Chuck. Tell me."
"Johnny Bench."
Josh winced. Bench played for the Cincinnati Reds and was one of the best hitters ever. His father compounded the mistake with an amazingly accurate statistic that should have exposed his twin error of wrong sport and city, even to himself.
Gloating, he added, "He hit a point five three three average for the series."
Josh grimaced. Referring to a 'series' should have twigged the mismatch with a football game.
"Really? That's wonderful, Chuck."
"Yup, that same year the Cincinnati Steelers beat the Yankees twenty-one to seventeen to win the World Series," he crowed.
"Wow!" Julie exclaimed, matching his enthusiasm.
Josh rolled his eyes, then tried to capture Julie's attention to express his sadness for his father's obvious memory failures but she her attention was focused on him.
"Swann was the MVP," he announced, reaching for the buttons on Julie's blouse but she deftly turned his hands aside and pushed a spoonful of food into his mouth.
After his father had finished eating all that Julie expected of him, she unbuttoned her blouse and let him play with her breasts while she sang. During the first chorus, she pulled on his semi-hard, bent cock, greasing it with the jelly she had placed in the palm of her hand. Chuck didn't come much at lunch or dinner but the breakfast and evening loads were more substantial.
Josh was as fascinated with his father's cock and the way she handled it as he was with her tits. She had nice, medium-sized ones that were shaped nicely with the right sized nipples. They didn't sag as much as he expected for a woman her age and the bit they did somehow made them sexier.
But, as nice as they were, his attention was drawn elsewhere. He couldn't get over how much his cock was like his Dad's. He also couldn't get over how much attention Julie showered on it. While his father ogled her tits she stroked his forehead and stared at his cock, as fascinated with his bent dick as he was with her tits. In fact, they made a perfect pair with Josh's fixation on comparing his and his father's pricks making him a candidate to join the club.
A perfect pair. The thought struck Josh like lightning. He cast his mind back, searching for memories, but came up short. There were dim memories of his mother and father arguing but he couldn't remember what they were fighting about. He did recall his mother taking a sudden dislike toward Julie before she left which was surprising because she liked Julie. She asked Josh if Julie came over when she wasn't home. Had his mother left because his father and Julie were having an affair?
Josh couldn't tell whether Julie already knew about his father's weird dick or had discovered it in the past two weeks. Certainly, she was well practiced in getting and keeping him hard for a long time and that got Josh off too. His erection started when he followed her up the stairs, his face right behind her ass which was in constant, enticing motion under the black leotards, leaving just enough mystery for his imagination. It tingled when she teased his father with a throaty voice while feeding, prodding him with questions about baseball and football. Of course, his father mixed up the teams, getting the cities and sports wrong, but it didn't matter. Julie's voice got huskier as the meal neared the end and his father started getting hard.
His own cock stiffened when his father started playing with Julie's tits but rocketed into full, brittle, snappable status when her hand rubbed gel on his father's bent dick. From that moment until his father came, Josh was racked with jealousy. He had to leave the room early several times but more than once his cock exploded in his pants before he could leave, dripping and spurting down his leg because Josh's cock truly was almost a mirror image of his father's. Whereas his father's cock bent upward near the tip, Josh's bent in the opposite direction.
Bending downward had always been a problem. He had frequently hurt himself while jacking off, his hand tending to curve in an upward arc. Later, his romantic partners sometimes pointed out that bending downward made insertion difficult. One ditz had even asked him if he could bend the other way. Quite often, Josh was left hanging because copulation became too uncomfortable for his partner. He was built perfectly for blow jobs but found few girls willing to take it down the throat or even put it in their mouth after seeing it. One girl complained that it, "just looks too weird" and another couldn't stop laughing even after Josh stuffed it back in his pants.
So Josh became super jealous of guys with normal cocks even though his was a healthy size. And now, his tall, gangly, former babysitter had turned into a super MILF and showed up on his doorstep only to start jacking off his ailing father in front of him. He knew she was doing it to ease his pain, to give him some pleasure before leaving this world, so there was no way Josh could take his place, especially with his grotesque, hook-nosed cock.
* * * *
Despite the benefits and improved nutrition Chuck's health continued to deteriorate, as Julie said it would. One night, after a particularly long description of a bygone season's best games, egged on by frequent cooing and husky questions from Julie, she turned her green eyes on Josh. She had just grabbed his father's cock and slid her hand up and down three times, the flat of her thumb caressing the underside of the head. Josh's own palm was covering the lump in his jeans.
"Would you be a dear and run a tub of hot water for me?" she asked.
"Uh, sure. For Dad?"
"No. Please fill it right up to the brim."
Josh rose with some difficulty and limped out of the room, part of him wondering why he tried to hide his condition. She must know the effect she had on him. He always imagined it was his cock being stroked and massaged by her silky hand, that is was his hands mauling her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. He knew he could do a better job than his father. He didn't even suck them or try to kiss her. Julie was beautiful and, though his father was very sick, he knew she would let him if he tried. She was that kind and compassionate.
He was also sure, however, that she wouldn't extend the offer to Josh. Outside of his father's room, there was no flirting, no indication whatsoever that an amorous approach would be welcome. Julie spent most of her time between meals at her mother's house. It was ready to sell now and she was interviewing realtors. At night, they watched TV until it was time for his father's goodnight snack and playtime, and after that Julie went straight to bed. Josh was beside himself with desire but couldn't bring himself to come on to her without at least the semblance of an invitation. He had too much respect and love for her. And, after all, she was married, with kids.
Josh sat on the edge of the old-fashioned tub watching the water slowly approach the brim. Julie came in, threw several wash cloths into the hamper, and started washing her hands. She looked over her shoulder at the tub which was almost full, the water swirling about four inches from the brim.
"That's good enough. Thanks Josh."
Josh shut the taps off and looked at Julie's behind, shaking as she scrubbed her hands. She never wore plastic gloves. She always gave his father a proper handjob which wouldn't be the same without the soft skin of her palm. Or, at least that's why Josh thought she didn't wear gloves. He didn't actually know what her hand would feel like on his cock but wished he did. He got up, reluctantly, and turned to go.
"I hope it's not too hot."
"Well, get in and then you'll know."
Josh turned back to face her. Julie was drying her hands.
"What?"
"The bath's for you. Get in."
"I, uh, I, er…prefer showers."
"I know, but you're exhausted. You've gotten better in the last few weeks but you're still stretched out. You need to relax. Get in."
"I don't, I can't, I mean…"
Julie smiled.
"I'll turn around while you get undressed but I want you to get in so I can wash your back. It will feel good."
Josh balked. She was asking him to undress in front of her and he was hesitating—why? Because he was afraid to see the look on her face when she saw his deformed cock.
With a mixture of relief and missed opportunity Josh watched Julie walk out of the bathroom. From out of sight in the hallway she called out.
"I'll be back in three. You better be in the tub."
Josh pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, looked into the hallway, then picked it up and put it in the hamper. He pulled his knees up one at a time and yanked his socks off, then undid his belt and started to push his pants down before looking at the open door and stopping. He hobbled over and pushed it almost closed, then doffed his pants and shorts and put them in the hamper. He started to get in the tub but pulled his foot back and ran over to the cupboard full of towels, facecloths, and assorted stuff that wouldn't fit in the cabinet behind the mirror. He found what he was looking for: an old container of his mother's bubble bath. He doubted it would still work but dumped it all into the water anyway, with little effect.
He stepped into the tub left foot first and almost yelled. It was way too hot! Gingerly, he inched his right foot into the water and then slowly bent his knees. When he heard Julie coming up the stairs, he gritted his teeth and quickened the pace, settling to the bottom of the tub as her steps approached the bathroom.
Looking down, he saw that his cock was plainly visible through the clear water and was hard enough to show the deformed bend, now exaggerated by liquid refraction. Frantically, he stirred the water but bubbles stubbornly refused to appear. In a last ditch effort, Josh twisted both taps to force a torrent of water out the faucet and compounded the effect with a violent stirring of hands.
"The point is to relax."
Julie laughed as she walked past the tub with an armful of towels and stuffed them into the linen cupboard. Josh vigorously stirred the water, mimicking a boat propeller, hoping to make it murky before she turned around. Miraculously, the suds bubbled up, producing a thin layer of fluffiness that thickened as it spread across the surface. He was saved. His offending prick disappeared. When Julie turned around he was languorously laying back against the gentle slope of the claw-foot tub, apparently without a worry in the world, his eyes closed.
"That's better," Julie said.
Though he couldn't see, he heard her walk around behind him. Still, it surprised him when her hand pushed against the back of his head, urging him forward.
"How am I supposed to wash your back when you're leaning back like that?"
Her hand dipped into the water and a bar of soap was applied across his shoulders. It felt good but got a lot better when it was replaced by her hand which lathered his back. Her hand was as silky smooth as he had imagined. If only it was applied to his dick. As if possessing its own senses, his cock lurched in the water under the suds. He sucked in his breath and opened his eyes, then calmed down when he saw that the layer of bubbles had thickened even more.
"Do you always use bubble bath?" Julie asked.
Her tone was teasing and Josh blushed knowing she probably thought he was a prude. If only she knew the things he wanted to do to her. If only he could pull the tight pants off those lovely buns.
"Hmmmm?" she prodded.
Josh didn't trust his voice and remained silent.
"That's okay. Just relax and enjoy the bath."
Julie rubbed soap into his back, shoulders and arms for a long time and he found himself almost dropping his head into the bubbles in front of him. The bath was so hot and the suds gave off a sweet fragrance that made him sleepy. He didn't respond when she first tried to pull him backwards.
Finished? Already? At first afraid to be in the tub in front of her, Josh now didn't want the bath to end. He spoke as he leaned back, hoping to keep her there a minute or two longer.
"It's sure been a long time. You must have been eighteen when you left and I was only six."
Josh cringed. Why had he drawn attention to the difference in their ages? Christ, she was better looking than any woman he'd been with in the last three years. Hell, be honest. Ever!
"Actually, I was twenty."
Julie didn't do the calculation for him but that meant she was thirty-nine, not thirty-seven.
"That was a long time ago," she added. Then, "Don't talk, just relax."
She was going to leave him in the tub to soak. Josh sighed, deflated, except for his cock which was drifting about with the currents in the water beneath the bubbles. Her hands spread soap across the front of his shoulders, following his right collar bone, then swept under his chin to slide across the left, and back. Josh smiled, and settled back against the tub. It felt wonderful. He was in Heaven.
"Feel good?" she purred.
He nodded, following her instructions not to speak. He didn't want to ruin anything now. Soon, her soft hands strayed down the outside of his arms to his elbows which were underwater. They returned and gently massaged his chest, similarly dipping beneath the water line to drag the soap across his ribcage and then lower, over his stomach. She tickled his navel and laughed.
"Do you remember that?" she asked.
Josh wisely remained silent. Julie began to sing.
The eensy weensy spider
Climbed up the waterspout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the eensy weensy spider
Climbed up the spout again
Julie giggled, then launched into another verse, her hands remaining under water. Her voice became husky, the way it did when she signaled his father that the games were about to begin. More than her hands, Julie's voice tightened Josh's balls and restricted the skin surrounding his rock hard shaft.
The eensy weensy spider
Climbed up the kitchen wall
Swoosh! went the fan
And made the spider fall
Off went the fan
No longer did it blow
So the eensy weensy spider
Back up the wall did go
She didn't laugh or giggle when she finished. She simply hummed in Josh's ear. He was surprised that she was that close because his attention had been riveted on the sound of her voice and the soft scratch of her fingertips and silky scrape of her palm across his abdomen. His cock was vibrating, he was so excited, and he almost opened his eyes to see if it was making a hole in the bubbles.
She whispered, "You know, Josh, you're like your father in many ways."
Josh hazarded a comment.
"You really liked him, didn't you?"
There was a long pause before Julie answered. "I loved him."
Josh didn't know what to say to that so he stayed quiet. Julie began to sing.
The eensy weensy spider
Climbed up the yellow pail
In came a mouse
And flicked her with his tail
Down fell the spider
The mouse ran out the door
Then the eensy weensy spider
Climbed up the pail once more
"Are you really jealous?"
At first Josh didn't know what she talking about. Then he remembered his admission.
"Yes," he answered, simply.
"You shouldn't have to be jealous," she replied.
What did she mean by that? Josh was about to ask why but she started singing again.
The eensy weensy spider
Climbed up the rocking chair
Up jumped a cat
And knocked her in the air
Down plopped the cat
And when he was asleep
The eensy weensy spider
Back up the chair did creep
Josh could hardly breathe. While singing the last verse, Julie's hand slid down to his lower abdomen and then slipped away into the water, bumping into his shaft at the bend and skidding over the head.
She giggled "Oops."
Her hands returned to his chest but a few seconds later slid onto his stomach and below before skipping away and, bump, onto his cock again. This time, it lurched wildly in response and Josh did open his eyes to witness a crack in the bubbles.
Julie giggled. "So much like your father."
She pulled her hands out of the water. Josh almost sobbed, then thought angrily, 'How can she tease me like that?'
