Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Mf(19) exploit mental-disability

   Prologue

   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 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
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

   The following Monday, 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!  Ida had been gone so for a while
now and was taking care of things, um, manually, you might say.  It had
been a while since I had seen a real woman and my body knew it!

   I got an idea.  Should I do it?  I mean her parents trusted me to take
care of her.  It wasn't a big deal though; it's not like it was anything
nasty; was it?  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 the bottom of the shirt up until her ass was exposed.  I
got some more shots.

   I could see her belly because the shirt was pulled up, so I arranged it
so I could see up it.  She didn't move at all, she let me arrange her shirt
any way I liked it.  I got some more great shots.  I could not believe my
luck!

   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.  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, worked her arm and body and at the same time, 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 stepped forward and reaching out,
touched the head of my cock, "Ouch?" she asked; her faced creased in deep
concern.

   When she had touched my cock, I had let go of it and pulled my hands
back.  At the same time she knelt down and grabbed my cock with both hands
and then started pumping up and down!  My god!  The feel of her hands on my
cock, pumping up and down; I was getting ready to cum!  She had tilted her
head down and was concentrating.  I put my arm around her shoulders and as
she pumped and her body shook; I gradually pulled her closer.

   I could feel my balls tightening up, "Oh Beth!  Oh Beth!  Oh Beth!  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!

   She was surprised when she looked down.  "All better now?" 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.  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!