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I had been helping my father-in-law take care of his wife for a few years.
I didn’t mind doing it at all.
My Father-in-law had done so much for me through the years .was better than my real father, I even called him daddy.

After mama passed away, he was so lonely and miserable.
I wished I could do something to cheer him up.

Last week , he fell off of a latter trying to do something that he shouldn’t have been doing.
He broke his right arm.
He was in a cast that went all the way down to his fingers.
And a sling.
Poor guy.

I showed up early in the morning to drive him to his doctors appointment.
I had a key of course, I at all times let myself in.

I walked toward the kitchen.
The kitchen was directly behind his recliner.
This was where he would watch his giant tv.
He didn’t hear me enter the house.
He was watching porn again.
I didn’t care.
I knew it embarrassed him though.
I stepped out of the kitchen, and walked loudly back in yelling GOOD MORNING DADDY!
He immediately looked for the remote control.
Finally, he found it.

I don’t know how that ended up on the tv.”
He said innocently.

I asked if he would like breakfast.
He replied, only coffee today babe.

Then he turned to me from the living room, standing by his chair.
He asked me if it “ would be too awkward if I help him button his pants.
He was unable because of the cast.

I don’t mind at all daddy.
As I stood behind him, I reached around to close his button.
I heard him moan .
Are you ok daddy?
Did I hurt you?

I kept my hands around his waist.
No , he replied.
I keep getting these erections.
It’s been happening for a few years.

He went on to tell me that, yesterday he had a hard on for five hours.
He said it became painful.
I asked him, why didn’t you masturbate?
“ I was raised a strict Catholic.
He told me how the nuns and priests and parents had instilled how sinful it is to pleasure yourself.
He was unable to make him self cum.

We both sat down on his large leather recliner.
I could see the bulge through his pants.
He became extremely horny over the past few years.
Odd, he was 82 .

He told me to cancel his doctors appointment.
It’s not gonna go away anytime soon he said.
I called and canceled the appointment.

You can go babe.
I just hope it doesn’t become painful again.
He sounded so helpless and sad.

I decided that, daddy needed my help.
I didn’t know how he would react to my offer.
Still, I don’t want him to hurt anymore than he already does.

I walked over to his chair, knelt down and placed my hand on the hard bulge pushing against his pants.
He was speechless.
I asked if he would like me to rub it for him?
I was already stroking him through his pants.

OMG!
Do you think Tim will be be angry?
I replied, he’s your son .
He wants me to make you comfortable.
Besides, if you had pain anywhere else in your body, I rub it out for you.
What’s so different about this?

He smiled and began wrestling with his pants..
I assisted him with pulling his bottoms down.
I started stroking his penis slowly and gently.
He moaned With delight.

I asked, am I doing ok Daddy?
Then , corrected myself.
I mean Frank?
He was becoming more and more aroused.

PLEASE CALL ME DADDY!
OH!
GOD!
SWEET JESUS!

I started jerking his dick faster and harder.
How’s this Daddy?
Does it feel good Daddy?
I noticed every time I said Daddy, he got more exited.

At last he shot his load!
It was way more cum than I expected from a man his age.

I cleaned him up and made him a sandwich.
I told him I had to leave for a while.
I kissed his cheek.
He touched my arm and asked me, will you make my pain down there go away again soon?

Of course Daddy.

NSFW: yes

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