1 Special Beth

Special Beth

Chapter 1

 

Beth was special. She was diagnosed at an early age with a developmental disability. Her parents had taken her to special schools and had special workers come in every day to help with her development. She was now 19 years old and had the mental capacity of an infant. She had no real short term memory and had to be talked through most activities. She liked art; coloring and painting and if the music was playing she liked to dance.

She had grown up next to the Turner’s. Fred and Ida lived next door and Beth knew them very well. Beth’s father worked long hours and her mother worked Mondays. She told Ida it wasn’t about the money; it was about getting a break. She loved her daughter, but the day away allowed her to recharge. Ida would always babysit Beth on Mondays. That is until recently. Ida had died young, leaving Fred alone in the house.

Beth’s mom was going to quit her job, but Fred talked her out of it saying he would continue to babysit Beth on Mondays. At 47, Fred had retired early due to a back injury or so he said, the talk around town was that he was milking the system. He had insisted that it really was no trouble at all and with Ida gone, it would just be too much to not have Beth over for her weekly visit. Beth’s mom had relented and said they would try it, but if it was any trouble for Fred, she would quit.

First Day with Beth

That first Monday after losing my dear Ida, Beth and her mom came over about 8 in the morning. I was pretty excited! I let them in and Beth’s mom led her to the couch where she sat down and was watching TV. Her mom showed me the bag she had brought over and explained, “She should be fine. If she gets bored, give  her some paper and crayons; when that bores her, put on some music; she will get bored of that too, then put on the TV; once that gets boring, start the rotation again, crayons, music and TV.  Now,” she looked at me straight in the eye with a smirk, “when she wants to go to the bathroom, she will get up and go herself, but she doesn’t always close the door. I just want to warn you.”

I reassured her, I knew all this stuff from when Ida watched her. She gave me a big hug and smiled. She said her goodbyes and left. She wouldn’t be back until about 5.

I looked in on Beth and she was standing now, but still watching TV. She was wearing pink fuzzy shorts and an oversized, cookie monster tank top. She was built just like her mother, an athletic build, with maybe b-cup tits, but a great ass and to top it off, long blonde hair. I had always told Ida that she looked just like her mom, but what I was thinking was she was just as hot as her mom!

Oh well. I got Beth’s attention, “Beth, do you want to colour?”

She smiled and said, “Yes! Color!” She went to her bag and dumped it out; crayons went everywhere. I got her some paper and she put in on the floor. She was on her hands and knees, leaning down on her elbows coloring with her ass sticking up pointing right at me.

I caught myself staring and started, “Um, here, let me help!” I moved quickly in front of her and squatted down. She looked up and I had a perfect view down her loose top. She had a bra on, but I could see the outline of her perfect breasts, the little nipples poking out a bit. She was smiling, “Color?” I started again and could see she was handing me a red crayon. I took the crayon and started to color, catching myself looking down her top. What was I doing? I had watched her grow up; now my cock was growing as I peeked at her tits!

As I openly stared down her top at her shaking tits an idea entered my head. I immediately chastised myself for my naughty thoughts. Her parents trusted me to take care of her; what was I thinking? It wasn’t a big deal though; it’s not like it would hurt anybody. I grinned and then went to get my camera.

When I got back she was still in her ass up, shoulders down position. I got a bunch of great pictures of her ass and then moved around to the front. I had to get down low to get shots down her shirt. She didn’t care, she just smiled, tried to grab the camera, then went on coloring. Feeling brave, I pulled down on her shirt a bit and aimed the camera directly down her shirt; she just giggled as the camera clicked.

She suddenly got up and went back to the TV; her shirt falling back in place. I switched the channel over to a music station and she started to laugh and sway. I turned the camera on to video and recorder her dancing. As the music changed so did her dancing. For some reason I was now noticing how long her legs were! She was tall, maybe 5’9 and I was just now realizing she was all leg!

Just like that, she walked out of the family room and down the hall to the bathroom. I stood there, looking at my camera, torn as to what I should do. I knew where she was going and my cock was saying follow her down to the bathroom; she hadn’t shut the door. My conscience was saying no, you sleazy old man, clothed pictures are one thing; nude is another. I grinned, my cock had won; I started down the hallway and she came walking out. Damn, I had missed my chance.

She came back into the family room and sat down, pointing at the TV, “Cartoons! Cartoons!” I found a cartoon channel and she clapped and giggled.

I couldn’t believe I had missed her in the bathroom. She must have hurried; she had half of her shirt tucked into her pants. A light bulb went off. “Stand up a minute Beth.” She stood up, never taking her eyes off the TV. I pulled her shirt out and was arranging it. I was so baggy, I had pulled the back down and the neck of the shirt had stretched down; the back strap of her bra showing. I saw the clasp and got excited. I pretended to be fixing her shirt while my mind raced. Should I? I really wanted to! What the hell! I moved her shirt around again, revealing the clasp in the back strap of her bra. Resting my hand on her back and moving her around a bit; I undid the clasp with one hand. Ida always laughed at that skill; little did I know how handy it would be!

I kept arranging her shirt and I worked the shoulder straps down her arms on both sides. I hooked one with my finger and with one deft movement, slipped it off her arm. It was easier with the other side. I was just in awe at what I had done! I moved the front of the shirt around a little until her bra fell out of her shirt and onto the floor! Now, where was that camera!

I got her to sit down and got some great shots down her shirt! Her little, pink bud nipples looked so tasty! I spent the next half hour taking shots; arranging her shirt for the best angles. She did a quick five minutes on the floor again coloring and I got a bunch more.

I got her sitting down watching TV again and I couldn’t wait any longer. I went into my computer room and uploaded the pictures off my camera. I had my dick out and started stroking, working through the many pictures. Her nipples looked so good; the idea that they had never been sucked on or pinched and twisted almost pushed me over the edge, but I heard a noise behind me!

Beth was standing there! She had walked up quietly and had been watching me. “Sore? It hurts?” She asked and pointed at my cock.

I was frozen; I was in shock! She looked down at my hands trying to cover my stiff cock. She grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away, revealing my throbbing member. “Ouchy?” She asked. I didn’t know what to do; I nodded dumbly.

She squatted down and reached out with both hands, her fingers wrapping around my dick. I couldn’t move. Her grasping fingers were almost too much to take. They she started to move her hands up and down. A handjob; she was giving me a handjob. I looked down at her as she looked up at me, her eyes hopeful that she was helping. She had started to speed up, leaning in closer as her hands moved faster and faster. I could feel my balls tightening up, “Oh Beth!” She looked up at me quickly as my dick exploded! It was going everywhere; in her hair, on her cheek and all over her shirt!

Her hands kept moving, emptying my balls totally until I reached down and stopped her. “All better now?” she asked as she looked up at me with a big smile. She was still holding my cock as it slowly shrunk.

 

“All better.” I said in between my gasps for air. Ida had never given me a handjob that was so intense! I looked at Beth she had cum running down her cheek; down her neck into her little cleavage.

I got her cleaned up and we spent the rest of the day coloring and watching TV. Of course, I got some more pictures when the opportunity presented itself.

Later that day, Beth’s mom came over to pick her up. “Fred, I really appreciate this. I hope she wasn’t any trouble. Did she help around the house? She likes to do chores; you know little tasks.”

She was very helpful, I told her mom; she’s very handy. I couldn’t wait until next Monday for her to come back again and help me around the house! I chuckled, “Maybe I’ll even pay her for her services around the house!” Next Monday couldn’t come fast enough!