Yes, a pregnant maid

A few years ago, when your family's estate started doing a little better, they hired a maid from one of the peasant families on the outlying grounds, named Juana. She had just entered maturity, a few years younger than you. Up until then, you had little contact with women besides those of your family. Since your prospects were so meager, it was nearly impossible to find eligible noblewomen to court. She was not especially pretty (though you have since found out that she has a beautiful big ass), but it was enough to light a fire in your deprived heart. For many months you did nothing besides beg forgiveness in confession at your family chapel, asking to be excused for your lustful thoughts. Sometimes, you would leave a mess on the floor so you could watch as she bent over to clean it, or viewed her from a distance as she scrubbed the dinner table, looking down her shirt as she did so.

Then, there was one day that was so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things yet so momentous for you. The girl, right in front of you, dropped and broke one of your mother's favorite bowls. She begged and pleaded, tears in her eyes, to not to let your mother know. The bowl was worth more than her whole family, after all. That day, at that moment, a dreadfully sinful thought went through your horny mind. You offered to take the blame, if she would let you take her.

After a great deal of hesitation, she accepted. Heart beating wildly, you felt like you were on fire as you bent her over the table and lifted her skirt. You grabbed handfuls of her beautiful ass and tentatively probed her furry cunt with your fingers. But you weren't there to learn, you were there to sate your lusts. You pulled out your dick and slowly entered her. You were amazed at how good it felt, warm, wet, and soft. You think back with shame how the extraordinary pleasures of her virgin pussy caused you to come in only a few strokes, and you spilled inside her. You neglected to mention any of that at your next confession.

Over the next couple of years, you jumped on any mistake that would allow you to jump on her, shooting your repressed seed into her pussy. A few days before your departure, she came to your quarters in the middle of the night. "Senor," she said, crying "you have made me pregnant." She pulls up her skirt, and above her bare pussy you notice an undeniable bulge in the soft belly you're so familiar with. Her revelation doesn't surprise you, in fact your only surprise is that it didn't happen sooner. It had to be you, as there are no other men (besides your aging father) for miles, and Juana almost never left the property. You sigh and go to your desk. You take out and write on a piece of paper, then hand it to her. "Here, this says that the baby you're carrying is mine, and that mother and father should see that the two of you are provided for. I've signed it. Just give it to them when they ask about your stomach." She smiles through her tears. "Gracias Senor, gracias!" She walks off to her little room, and you return to bed. If you were a man like your father, you would put this silly dream behind you and take responsibility for your illicit "family". But you aren't your father. Nothing will put you off from your quest.