Good boy, Peter

I’m a nanny to a disabled boy, and I ended up fucking him every couple of nights, and then bore his child.

I was 27 years old and for the last 6 years I have been a live-in carer/nanny for a wealthy family, taking care of their disabled son Peter, who was 13 years old.

Peter and I have become very close over the last 6 years, his parents work long hours and are often away sometimes for weeks at a time on business trips, in a way I can’t of feel like his mother, because I’m the one who has taken care of him, raised him, nurtured him, played with him, washed him, fed him, and changed him for all these years.

His disability is cerebral, he looks like a 13 year old boy, but he has a mental age of only 3-4 years old, and he can’t have conversations, he can only speak in basic single words, and sometimes has trouble with his arm and leg coordination, so he needs constant care and supervision.

I was in the kitchen preparing his usual lunch of a banana and Nutella sandwich, while he sat on the floor in the front room, on a big fluffy rug, playing with his Legos, I took his sandwich over to him and sat beside him on the floor, “Wow – That is amazing. Did you make that?” I asked him, looking at his Lego model that didn’t resemble anything, but I needed to encourage him.

“Yesh.” He replied.

“No – You didn’t make that. I don’t believe you.” I replied, playfully.

“Did.” He replied.

“I know you did, I’m just messing with you. You’re such a smart boy…” I said, rubbing his head and giving him a kiss on the cheek, “…Okay, time for dinner.” I said, then I helped him stand and I held his hand as we went over to the chair and sat down to eat.

After lunch we watched cartoons and all the time I was noticing him fidgeting a lot more than usual in his seat, “Did you go poo?” I asked him, you have to speak to him as if he were a 3 year old child because a grown up tone scares him, and he wears nappies because he has no control over his bladder and bowels, “No.” he replied.

A few minutes later he burst in to tears, and he was throwing leaning forward and back rapidly on the couch, hitting his back against the couch, I grabbed and stopped him, “Peter – Peter. What are you doing, darling, what’s wrong?” I asked.

He seemed really agitated, and I just assumed he needing changing, so I took him upstairs and laid him on his bed, I took off his slippers, and then took off his bottoms, then I untapped his nappy and opened it up, I gasped with what I saw, he had an erection, “Oh – dear.” I gasped.

I have changed him nappy a million times and never seen him with an erection before, but he had reached that age.

His nappy was empty and dry, but he was still crying, then I realised it must be because of his erection, it was new to him, and probably quite scary for him, “Is this why you’re crying – Is it your dinky?” I asked, but I don’t think he understood me.

I shouldn’t have done it, but I couldn’t stand him crying any longer, “Aww – Uhm – Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. We can take care of it.” I said.

I took a deep breath and I reached down and took hold of his very hard cock and began to stroke it, after about 15 seconds he calmed a little and wasn’t crying anymore, “There, are you good, all good?” I asked, then I let go of his cock, and he immediately started crying again, so I grabbed it again real fast, “Okay – Alright, I’ve got it. There we go – Huusshh” I said.

I stroked his cock until he grunted loudly and then ejaculated all over himself, “Oh my. Good, all better now?” I asked him, he was smiling again, “Good boy.” I said, and he fell asleep sucking his thumb.

It quickly became part of our routine, because he’d get an erection every single day and he was able to handle it on his own, physically or mentally, so I had to jerk him off every afternoon, he’d stopped crying when he got an erection and instead he started bouncing on his bottom in his seat to let me know he had one.

Then after a few months the horny little devil started getting erections at night as I was changing him for bed, so I went from jerking him once a day to twice a day.

One night after I’d finished bathing him, when I took him out of the tub he had an erection, so I carried him in to his room and I sat in the rocking chair with him sat across my lap, and he sucked his thumb while I slowly jerked him off, rocking back and forth in the chair.

My nipples became aroused and hard, so I opened my blouse and exposed my left breast, then I pulled his thumb out of his mouth and gently turned his head towards it, when he sensed my nipple he began to suckle on it like a baby breastfeeding, and I stroked his head with my left hand while jerking him with my right, and it felt wonderful.

“Shush – Huussh – Shush.” A few minutes later he ejaculated all over my blouse and I wasn’t even bothered, I just left it and fell asleep with him suckling on my breast.

I started to think that maybe I could be getting something out of this too, I’d already crossed the moral line by jerking him off, what difference would it make if I took it further.

The following night I took a quick shower and then I put Peter on his bed, took off his clothes and then his nappy, and right on schedule, his erection was there.

I disrobed and climb naked on top of him, straddling him, he was awake and smiling at me, “Hello.” I said playfully, “Would you like to have some fun?” I asked.

“Yes.” He replied.

“Nanny is going to play with Peter’s big hard cock…” I said, he chuckled, “…Yes she is. Do you want nanny to play with your big hard cock? – You’re a big boy aren’t you – Yes you are. And you’ve got a big cock too, haven’t you – Yes you do.” I said.

I reached down and stroked it to make sure it was hard as a rock, it was, and then I guided it between my wet lusting flaps and allowed it to sink in to me, “Ungh!” I gasped, feeling his nice cock enter me.

He made a sound like he was uncomfortable, “Mm-Uh.”

“Shush – Shush – Its okay…” I said, putting my face on his, nose to nose, and smiled so he knew everything was fine, I slowly moved back and forth, moving his cock in and out me, “…Shush – Nanny make you feel better.”

I kissed him and started breathing heavily on to his face and the pleasure took over me, and I started moving on his cock faster and harder, he kept making uncomfortable sounds, “Mm-Uh – Mmmmm-Uhh!”

“Its okay – Ungh – Peter. Shush darling – Shush – Shush – Shush.” Riding him hard, his cock felt incredible, I hadn’t had sex in nearly 2 years and I wanted to ride him so hard his cock snapped off.

Then he started to thrash around and thrust his hips up and down, he was coming, “Yes – Yes Peter – Ungh – Come for nanny. Do it, come on – Ungh!” I moaned, slamming my pussy down on his cock so hard and fast we both started moving down the silky bed sheets.

Then he groaned loudly, “Mmmmm – Uh – Uh – Uh – Uh – Uhhhhhh!” and I felt his cock balloon inside of me followed by the impact of his ejaculated semen pounding my cervix, “Ooh Peter – God – Ungh – Ungh – Oh God.”

He started to cry when it was over, “No – No, don’t cry darling. There’s nothing wrong – that was good – shush – shush – You’re a good boy – Good boy – shush – shush.” I said, he calmed down and we fell asleep naked on the bed together.

I fucked Peter every couple of nights, he got used to it and started to enjoy it as much as he enjoyed me jerking him off, especially when I let him suckle on my nipples while I rode him.

We fucked so much that I fell pregnant with his child, of course I didn’t tell his parents it was his, I continued to be his nanny, and still am today, but I have a 4 year old daughter with Peter, I’ve told him she is his daughter but he doesn’t understand.

Sophie, our daughter, gets along well with Peter, she knows that he’s her daddy, but she also knows not to tell anyone, so it’s our secret.

Peter’s parents were very supportive when I told them I was pregnant, I told them it was to an old boyfriend I met up with on a night out, they gave me a pay rise and created a nursery for me in one of the spare rooms, lovely people, of course his parents to this day have no idea that I bore Peters child…. Or that I’m still fucking him every couple of days.

I love Peter and the child we created together, and hope to have more with him.

🔞 Candy.AI 🔥 AI Sex Chat - Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Try for Free 🕹️

Please, Rate This Story:

(average: 4.70 out of 47 votes)