My mother Margot had asked me to make the visit; she’d felt Dad would still be well enough to enjoy my company; me being his only son Jason Jones. Besides, with finishing-up at University, it was simply a break in driving home in his car, to see where my father had been moved to.

The nursing-home was impressive in it’s own well-kept grounds and I was received by an attractive lady who introduced herself as the matron; and as we shook hands, her pointy jugs jiggled. I figured she was just shy of 40 with hazel eyes not made up; she showed me to Dad’s room and left us together.

He recognised me ok and I pulled up a chair near to him and I made small talk for a while; that I had graduated, that I was taking care of his car, and that Margot and I could do visits in it.

It was some time since Dad and I had any kind of meaningful conversation and some would say I’d always been a mummy’s boy. As a child I’d always thought he looked to old for Margot but saying adios to a parent with dementia who’s become a ‘permanent resident’ is never an easy thing to do; even when your not that close.

I only managed staying with him an hour before taking my leave, but even so I did feel a certain sorrow leaving him alone in the room that was to be his until he died.

I was again met by Mrs ‘Temptation’ and while she stood talking before me, my eyes fixed on her juicy jugs which begged to be freed from the zipped bodice holding them in bondage. Seeing me as downhearted she placed a comforting hand on my arm and I placed my hand on hers but stayed sombre and silent; so she offered me a coffee or a lay-down in her office? I let my fingers against her jugs while explaining, on this occasion I was unable to stay. Her eyes searched mine and she pressed my arm and smiled understandingly. Another time a lie-down would have been welcome, but right now I was eager to get home and get spruced up for a date that was more than a bit special.

But around ten miles after leaving Dad,, I pulled into a large gas-station and while the car was being tended, I made a visit to the men’s room. In a a cubicle I pumped out the spunk steam I’d built up. Tonoght I really needed be cool for Mrs Jones.

I had told Margot our dinner-date was to to celebrate my succesful graduation; but for me, another darker motive was at play.

Our evening begun prim and proper with each of us getting smartly dressed for the occasion. We were dining at an elegant small restaurant, a bit out of town; a twenty minute drive.

With Dad being a lot older, it was the first time in ages that Margot had been driven anywhere romantic in the evening, so getting herself ready had been a lengthy process. In spite of her tedious marriage, she’d aged attractively, and when she did emerge for a drink with me, I felt my nuts pull at the sight of my date! She looked stunning and sexy, yet elegant and mature in a modest cocktail dress and modest heels. Short dark hair, soft careful make-up.

Even as a youth I’d fancied her, yet at nearly fifty she was still delicious; and now she was more or less unattached! But I wanted to make her mine; tonight.

“Your completely gorgeous Mrs Jones.” I said softly.

“Thank you Jason! And my, look at you! So manly now!”

We arrived on time and was shown to the Table for Two that I’d booked. The place was pleasingly busy and there was soft gentle jazz floating across a very small dance area.

“Why Jason! It’s such a lovely place! All those years; and your father never once brought me here?”

My arm went onto her bare arm, “I’ll be making that up to you tonight Margot; you’ll see.”

Mother looked at me oddly, then said, “I like you using my name Jason, it sounds so nice from you; your father made it sound old – but from you it sounds young?”