Sometimes parents are both desperate and stupid.

I adore little girls. They are the sexiest creatures.

So I was unemployed and perusing the help wanted ads and found one requesting a care giver for a disabled 12 year old girl. I figured it was a long shot since I had several felony convictions for sex crimes against children. What can I say, I was not careful in my youth.

I called the number, sent a mostly fake resume and scheduled an appointment. Now having been the oldest of seven children with lots of baby sitting experience and having had a year of experience caring for disabled children (see previous paragraph) I knew enough about the work to seem fairly impressive in an interview. In other words, I bullshitted my way through. The mother bought it hook line and sinker.

She introduced me to her gorgeous little daughter and then to my delight and surprise, left me alone with the girl for half an hour to allow her to interview me. The girl in question as I said was 12. She had long beautiful blond hair, a beautiful face, slender attractive body and over all was very sexy to look at. Anyone attracted to little girls would think so. So her disability was that she had cerebral palsy. It was extreme enough to totally screw up all her motor skill. She mostly communicated with a laptop computer much like the way Stephen Hawking does except of course her's comes with a little girl voice. I'm not sure why she chose that particular voice, she could have chosen from a wide variety of voices but that one sounded distinctly like the voice of a three year old toddler. I had an erection from the moment she began using it.

The interview with the mom of course went well but the one with the little girl was very surprising. At first she wanted to know about the other girls I'd worked with. That was perfectly normal. But then she wanted to know if I was comfortable changing a 12 year old girl's diapers and giving her a bath. She specifically wanted to know if I would be comfortable seeing her naked on a regular basis. She wanted to know if I was easily offended. She wanted to know if I was repressed sexually. I think most people in my position would be getting uncomfortable at that point. My boner was bordering on priapism. So then it was my turn to ask her questions. Mostly I asked things like her favorite food and what she didn't like. I asked her favorite subjects in school and what she hated. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she got a little upset. I thought at first she was upset that I would ask such a personal and invasive question and that it was inappropriate for an adult male to ask a 12 year old girl. But after talking about it for a few minutes I realized that she was upset because she was desperately lonely and wanted male company, ANY male company. I guess I fit the definition of "ANY." I asked her why she had requested a male care giver since most female patients would want a male one. I realized why the moment I asked the question. She began to type her response but I interrupted her and told her I didn't need to know then I leaned in and whispered into her ear that I would serve her ANY way she needed and it would be our secret.

I left the interview and before I got home I had a message on my phone informing me that I was hired and requesting I start immediately.

I went to work the next day. As fortune would have it, her mother needed to run errands for the first several hours. It was seven O'Clock in the morning and time for breakfast but first I had to change her diaper. I went into her room to wake her but she was already awake. It looked like she was frantically attempting to masturbate. She didn't have her laptop with her so she couldn't tell me to go way and let her finish. I just bent over and picked her up and took her to her changing table (yes they make them big enough for a 12 year old girl) and laid her on it. She smiled. It was a crooked smile but brighter than any I'd seen and definitely recognizable as a smile. I told her that I was going to change her diaper and I would be as gentle as I could be. I also told her I was going to take my time and make sure she was very clean. She smiled again. She might have very poor motor control but her eyes rolled back and her groans of pleasure were completely normal I was both gentle and thorough cleaning her. The baby lotion I found on her changing table was extremely effective. I got a fresh clean diaper on her and carried her over to her wheel chair. It took a few moments for her to type in the words.

"I want you to change my diaper ALL the time!"

Part of my duties were to perform certain exercises with her. They weren't anything especially advanced. Anyone could learn it in a few minutes. They were just some simple exercises her mother usually did with her to help keep her muscles, arms, legs etc. looking sexy. O.K. maybe sexy wasn't what was intended by her medical caregivers but that was the result. She had very sexy legs/ass. I enjoyed moving her around in all the positions. One involved gripping her ass cheeks a certain way. I particularly enjoyed that one. I gave them a gentle kneading while I was at it. Now it wasn't part of the routine and I'm not a LMT but I do know a thing or two about giving a half way decent amateur massage. I picked her up and put her back in her chair so she could tell me if she would accept my offer of a massage. She typed yesssssssss! I then asked her to list those parts of her body I should keep my hands off. She told me "Don't massage anything that I have perfect motor control over." She had almost no motor control over anything other than she sort of could type with her left hand somewhat sloppy but well enough that the program interpreted her typing and spoke for her. In other words, she was telling me I could massage any place.

So I carried her to her bed and took off her nightgown and diaper and lay her naked on her bed and spent the next two hours giving her as much pleasure as she deserved while luxuriating in the flesh of child. After two hours I sat her naked in her chair and asked if there was any place I missed. She typed in just one word "Vagina." I asked if she wanted me to just massage her vagina or if she wanted me to masturbate her. She typed in one word again "orgasm." Except she spelled it "prgsma" I got the message even though the program tried to say "prism." I asked her what part of my body she wanted me to use. She just typed in "?????" I told her I was going to lick her pussy if she didn't say "no." She didn't say "no."

I spent from then until we heard her mom pull up, licking her pussy and the general area. she had surprisingly delicious pubic hair and pussy juice. She didn't have an orgasm. I apologized for my poor skill. She told me I needed more practice and then giggled. I was surprised at how well she could pull off a giggle.

For the next several weeks I took care of all her needs for ten hours a day and six days a week. I'd have offered to move in and do it 24/7 but I didn't want them to think I was a pervert. I didn't get to eat her out every day. Sometimes we just didn't have enough alone time together to accomplish that. But I got to change her diaper three or four times a day. I'm not into shit but I have always loved a good golden shower. I turned that into a game. She could tell me when she had to pee or if she had peed her diaper but she couldn't actually stop herself from peeing. Sometimes we got enough warning so that I could get her to the changing table and get the diaper off in time to drink from her fountain and lick her clean. Bath time was one of my favorite activities. It was a time I could have her completely naked and not worry too much about her mom catching me with my hands on her naked body. As long as my hands were soapy and I was washing, pretty much no place is off limits. I was washing her vagina with a soapy hand (no gloves) and her mom walked in on us and watched for a moment and then left. She didn't say a word.

When I completed 90 days her mom took me into her office alone and told me she was extremely happy with the way I had been caring for her daughter. She said her daughter had really become a much happier little girl since I came. She had been a bit depressed for some time and was very shy and quiet and now she was happy-go-lucky and always smiling. She said she was so happy with my performance that she was giving me a $2 an hour raise. That morning I had spent half an hour licking her daughter's pussy while rubbing her erect nipples contemplating how well my cock would fit inside her virgin pussy.

In the middle of the fourth month she finally had her first full blown orgasm. Her mom was out of town on business for three days and we had spent the night naked in bed together. I held her in my arms all night. When I woke up the next morning I ignored the puddle of pee in the bed grateful there was no poop and I ate her out for two hours. I served her breakfast in bed and ate mine out of her pussy. I ate her for nearly the entire day and finally after including a lot of ass licking she had her first orgasm. By this time I had come to understand most of her vocalizations without her laptop. I could read her mood and her grunts and tell just by looking into her eyes some times what she wanted to say. I could tell she was very happy about that first orgasm. Turns out that once she had the first one the rest were easy. Within a week it got to where she could cum after only a couple of minutes of stimulation, mostly me licking her but when I changed her diaper and rubbed her she would cum from that in about two or three minutes which sometimes was all we had with her mother around. From then on she came nearly every diaper change, every bath and every time I tucked her in bed at night.

Now it's a bit too late but I'd like to say I'm going to make a long story short.

I fell in love with her the first moment I laid eyes on her. Or maybe I fell in lust with her then I fell in love with her.

When she was 15 years old her mom got transferred to a division on the other coast. The transfer was supposed to be for just a few months but when just a few months were over a few more months were added and then that turned into just a few years. Meanwhile my charge didn't want to leave. She had blossomed a bit socially since I started working for her and she made some friends. So she and I stayed behind and her mom was pretty much out of the picture. Of course that mean I moved in. I had begun fucking her at her request on her 13th birthday and so we were regular lovers at that point. But now we were together all the time without her mom looking over our shoulders. When she was 16 I gave her an engagement ring not knowing if she would really want to marry me. She said yes. Anyone else wouldn't have known it. I could tell what her yes sounded like. We made love all night. Right after her 18th birthday she announced to her mom that we were engaged. I was very surprised that her mom was so happy about the announcement. I thought for sure she would not take too kindly. But we also hadn't seen her mom in six months and she had only come to visit a week at a time twice a year since moving out. for nearly three years we had been lovers.

The wedding was a relatively small affair. My folks are dead and and half my siblings couldn't be bothered. I'm the black sheep of the family. Of course I had told my fiance all about my past and she thought it was funny that the very things I thought might disqualify me for the job were the very things she thought made me the most qualified.

So my sisters showed up but not my brothers. One brought a boyfriend and her two kids. The other came alone. My fiance's mom did come though we weren't sure if she wouldn't be too busy. Her cousins and aunt and uncle came and several of her friends. I was a loner before meeting my bride and was pretty much only interested in her one I met her so I have no other friends and don't need them.

So that brings us to the present. We celebrated our first anniversary a few weeks ago. We have a beautiful baby boy and yes I do most of the duties a house wife would do but I don't care. Her mom never stopped paying me every week to take care of her daughter and she still sends us a check every month and it is more than enough. She can afford it and I certainly couldn't afford to hire a care taker on a care taker's wages. The best part is my wife still looks like she did when she was 12. But that isn't a shock. Her mom is five feet tall, weights 90 lbs is flat chested and in a bathing suit looks around 12 despite being older than me. I'm going to enjoy fucking the child I married for many many years to come.