“Oh?” she said flatly, voice so filled with wry amusement Ben could almost hear the eye roll, And what other places might you be thinking about touching?”

Then she turned around in her seat and… Ben couldn’t help but gasp.

Framed perfectly by long, loose ringlets of raven hair, no longer covered by the stiff suitjacket she normally wore, were two round, beautiful, swelling hills of almost sheer fabric that barely hid the voluptuous expanse of her.

Her breasts seemed so much larger freed from the confines of her professional attire, and he needed desperately to take in every inch of them.

Her blouse, loose enough to morph and shift its shape with every breath she took, hid their true shape until a deep breath pulled it tight against her, tantalizing him with glances of shrouded skin only slightly darker than the pure white cloth, drawing his gaze along their widening curves, all the way down to the tight full roundness of their lower edge.

All the way down…

Just past the raised white dots of fabric that had to be her nipples pressing against the blouse.

Ben hurriedly yanked his eyes away, but even as he attempted to force them back toward Selina’s face they just kept finding more to hang on.

He’d seen her shoulders from behind already, but her hair, his hands, had been blocking the view.

Now, seeing the way her skin shone against the bright break room lights, the way the muscles flowing from, arm, to shoulder, to taper off at her slender neck, tensed as she brushed her glossy hair aside, took his breath away.

Even her collar bones entranced him, accentuation the contours of her body, extending strong and graceful across her shoulders like tiny wings. A thin sheen of sweat covered her, began to darken the peak of her blouse. God, was that because of him?

He had never wanted anything more than her in that moment. For her to tear away the thin material separating them, and call him to her across the space that remained with open arms.

But as much as he wanted her, he realized he wanted her to respect him, to be of help to her, and worthy of her respect even more.

“You… look like an angel” He said softly, reverently, and valiantly tore his eyes past her delicate lips and cheekbones onto her own. Once they met, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever been able to look away.

Her eyes burned with a liquid fire he hadn’t seen in them before, all traces of the hurt, the unspoken emptiness in despair of being filled, burnt out and washed away by unguarded, demanding need for him to satisfy all of hers.

“Oh my goodness Be-en, thank you for the compliment. A little cliché, but I don’t mind that”. She smiled warmly at him, genuinely this time he thought, and his heart melted.

“Still you’re not getting out of answering my question just by checking me out you charmer you”. He winced a little, he’d hoped she hadn’t noticed. “what… other places might you be thinking about… touching? Sweety”.

Each soft, tense, word that passed the lips underneath her half lidded eyes, was slowly, agonizingly drawn out, dragging across the silence that otherwise filled the air rather than breaking it, like a fingernail across the far side of a taught satin bedsheet.

Like her nipples stiff points pressing against her blouse for that matter. Ben gulped again.

Waiting for him to respond, she crossed her arms, lips in a mock pout that only the gleam in her eyes betrayed. Shifting in place and tapping her fingers lightly along her bare, shapely arm as she waited for him to take the bait, her expression was familiar, but there was something… different this time. She seemed hesitant, vulnerable even, yet somehow more… eager. Excited, or, could she be… anxious?

Either way, with her arms crossed so close to her, shaking slightly as her fingers danced, the languid curves of her breasts began to perk up, bouncing slightly, jiggling tightly in a way that threatened to draw Bens eyes. He held firm though.

Selina tsked in exasperation, obviously impatient with his lack of response, or maybe he had snuck a look without realizing and upset her. She tightened her arms in a way that, unknowingly he was sure, only accentuated her assets silhouette against her clothing. How would it feel to have his face pressed between them? Crushed, suffocated even, by plump pillows of her soft, sweet smelling skin.

He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders as much as his slender frame would allow, and pushed forward.

“You said earlier that more than just your back, and neck, and shoulders were hurting you, and if what I’ve done so far isn’t enough, I’d like to try to help those other places at well. I think its time for me to work on the source of the problem directly. If you’ll let me. To know what’s really bothering you, at the very least”. 

He shivered reaching to rub his arm against the imaginary cold, looking down shyly. It was tough for him to be this assertive with anyone, let alone her when she, teasingly or not, projected disapproval, but just asking her what she wanted wasn’t going to cut it. Still he could relax a little now. His hands, which had balled up into fists, loosened, and his for once stoic expression and harsh voice softened, almost to a whisper.

“Please, Selina. Let me help you”, he pled. He was shocked to hear the sound of her name pass his lips, even more so when he realized this wasn’t the first time he’d abandoned “ms. Strauss”.

“That’s adorable sweety, but are you suuuure this isn’t just about you finding an excuse to touch me exactly where you want to?” She shifted in place, switching her arms in a way that made her breasts push invitingly against their shroud, almost waving to him as they slipped down and up again, but he kept his gaze firmly down and to the left of her, just barely biting the top of his lip and rubbing his own arm again from the effort.

“What makes you think this ‘problem’ is any of your business if I haven’t told you already?” Her face was a mask, giving no hints as to whether she was pleased or offended, still putting up resistance, still leading him on, still daring him to go forward, but no longer coy or teasing. She was almost fidgety as she shifted back and forth, impatient with formalities she herself put forward. Or maybe just with him.

“It’s not”. He said turning to look in her eyes again, serious and holding as firm as his nerves would let him. “But I want to help you. And I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong”.

Her  shoulders slumped, and she sighed, glancing away, the energy slowly draining out of her. It felt wrong to watching her face as she turned it away from him. “If you really want to know its my breasts they…” she trailed off awkwardly and he went bright red. Dammit, it should have been obvious what she’d wanted, of course it had all been on purpose. Should he do something to prove how much he wanted to touch her there? That he might be a complete moron for missing her signals but… well there was no but really.

What she said next though, nocked all of those thoughts straight out of his head. Taking a deep breath she continued…

“They hurt like hell. And have pretty much since I stopped nursing”.

He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He began to speak, then cleared his throat before continuing, almost chocking on his words. “You, uhh… gave birth huh?”

“Yup”. She was still looking away from him, the forced casualness of her voice didn’t do much to hide its weary, almost bitter tone.

“…When?” It sounded lame even to him, he wanted to comfort her, show her it was no big deal to him now that he was mostly over the surprise, but right then he just didn’t know how.

 "It was before your time here sweety. I’ve only been back to work about half a year. Is there a problem?”. Her eyes were half lidded, appraising, but every now and then they moved from point as if trying to find something to distract her, preparing for bad news.

“Oh, no I just didn’t realize”. He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, and not afraid to show it.

She smiled tightly at him, relieved perhaps, but still on edge. “Well, I’ve told you my problem, what are you going to do about it?”

“…Problem…?”

“My breasts sweety,” she put her hands on them and lifted them for emphasis, her blouse rising slightly to give Ben a glimpse of her bare midriff up to her belly button before she hurriedly lowered her hands again, “you said you were going to help, now… what are you going to do with me?”

“Um well… whatever you want me to I guess”. Ben couldn’t help but blush and look down again, the situation was escalating far beyond his ability to keep up with it, and Selinas sultry tone and parted lips weren’t helping, but he knew his role.

Selina leaned in, giving Ben a glimpse down her blouse that forced him to look up as her smile widened smugly at being offered the lead again. “Mmm a good answer, could use a little more conviction though”. She said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “Come on now, once more with feeling.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to miss Strauss.” He said again, this time with more confidence.

She nodded, but raised her eyebrows expectantly, still waiting on something more. He flushed brushing his hair away even though it was nowhere near his eyes, knowing what she expected but a little more nervous now that he knew how much meaning the word carried. Nevertheless, with an intake of breath and a half hearted eye roll he looked her straight in the eyes, and spoke, making his best effort at turning the last word into a passionate murmur. “Whatever you want… mommy”

She giggled and this time she looked away, blushing. A sense of excitement, pride even traveled from chest up to his head, leaving him feeling warm, dizzy, and very eager to please. “Oh don’t give me that, even if getting all pouty does make you really cute,” butterflies in his stomach joined the warmth in his head, “I had to be sure it didn’t bother you that I was a little more… well worn than you might have thought”.

Ben opened his mouth to protest, “Now get over here and touch mommy’s breasts”.

In the middle of trying to assure her that she wasn’t any more “worn” and still shocked that it was even possible for her to be a mother, he almost bit his tongue as she went from apologizing for making him uncomfortable to making him about the most uncomfortable he had ever been.

He glanced at the closed break room door, but slowly approached her nonetheless. “But what if…mmmph”

Selina gently drew her finger against Bens pouty lips, his voice now under her command just as his limbs were. “No buts. You can always say no if you want, but but isn’t allowed”. She said firmly, finishing the sentence with a playful poke on the tip of bens nose. He licked his lips, they felt like the could fade a way at any moment without the reassuring presence of her digits. “You said you’d do whatever mommy wants, and right now she wants you to finish what you started”.

“Here”, she said, wrapping her discarded jacket, loosely around bens shoulders. It still held some of the warmth of her skin, and filled his nose with the smell of her.

“She’ll even bundle you up nice and tight, so no one can see you touching mommy, and if anyone comes in and wants to know why mommy’s not wearing her jacket…” She adjusted the jackets lapels for emphasis, making sure to just barely caress bens nearly flat chest over his dress shirt in the process, “why that’s just cause her cute little junior coworker was feeling cold, and everyone knows mommy Selina puts the firms needs first. That’s better right sweety?”

Feeling like an entirely different person wearing her clothes and scent, still reeling from the feeling of her hands against his chest, it took him a moment to clear his head. 

“Yes mommy.” he finally said.

“Then come here, kneel, and get back to work”. He obliged her request, If it could even be called a request at this point, her tight, almost threatening tone the same one she used  when he was to slow to get back on task after a more subtle reminder, and moved in close. She looked up at him expectantly and he slowly fell down onto his knees, her eyes were only slightly higher than his like this, but it felt like she towered over him.

Hesitantly raising his hands, he lowered his head before her, and stared, for the first time really stared, at her barely covered bosom.

Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, pressing against the blouse, her hard nipples poking against it to form almost sharp points, she couldn’t be wearing a bra. He’d always heard breasts described as pert or perky. Selina’s were not. At least not until they began to jut out from her chest closer toward their rigid peaks, first widening from the straight, flat runways that rose out of body.

The few times he’d seen ones in person had been on women closer to his own age, and they hadn’t hung so close to the edge of their ladies’ abdomens. Like ripe fruit hanging from an overladen branch, bursting into perfect round sweetness as the entire appendage drooped up and down under its own weight. Suddenly been knew why he and so many others had been brought up with a fruit as the ultimate symbol of temptation, but these were no apples. An apple had never been so full, so tantalizing, so shapely and full of varied curves as the fruit before him now. He took a deep breath… and laid his hands against them.

“Ah”, Selina gasped as his finger made contact with the round, floating ball of her breasts, cupping them. He didn’t dare apply pressure. He could barely feel their warmth or even the smooth softness of the silk as his fingers brushed against them, but even that, the shallow sense, almost a premonition, of their weight, the sight of his fingers wrapped around them, was enough to steal his breath away.

“Goooooood boy. Good. Fucking. Boy”. She sounded as breathless as he felt. “But you’re looking away now”. Selina caressed his chin, the full depth of the soothing sensation making Ben glad he’d always had trouble with facial hair for once, and lifted it upward toward her face. “You’re going to see every second of what you do to mommy.” as she pushed the words out in a fierce whisper, she placed her left hand over his right, and started guiding it in a gentle circle, pushing in and up, then toward her other breast. Ben shuddered all over, even with the blouse in the way, the soft meaty tissue felt heavenly as gave beneath his palm and fingertips, pushing back with just enough resistance, enough firmness to cushion and support the entire length of his hand, to let him know it was something warm and precious, and alive he held. If he had to put it into words, he might say it was like feeling fresh, perfect dough, but that was missing so much of what the sensation was, and had never made him feel like this.

He followed suit with his other hand, sending shivers up his spine and hers as well by her rapturous expression. She made a sound stronger and more suggestive than any before, letting out a long, low, and completely unashamed moan that melted any stoicism he had left in him.

Ben whimpered, his heart was pounding, sweat began to seep out of his pores in earnest now, he felt so alert he thought he could feel leach individual fiber of her clothing despite the quality of the silk. Selina smiled at him, indulgent, warm, and oh so hungry. An almost sadistic glint in her eye as he shyly looked into them, chin still tilted firmly in place by her right hand.

“Ohh Benny, thank you for the compliment”. Her smile widened even deeper. “But trust me, it feels soooo much better for me. Here, let me show you”. Her hand on his, the one over her breast shifted, her fingers overlaying his, perfectly trapping the entire surface of his hand against her breast, then letting them curl around his possessively. And then squeeze.

His fingers pressed deeply into her silk laden flesh, surrounded and stopped, supported and squeezed on all sides by hot squishy heaven, and lights flashed before his vision. He felt a rush of pleasure, of lightheadedness that still couldn’t block out the sight of Selina’s rapturous eyes as he whimpered incessantly. Her breath left her in a rush, a drawn out hiss of lust that never rose above his whimpers, her lips drawn tightly against letting more sound escape in a mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes threatening to glaze over but brought back from the brink each time as she forced his fingers tighter around her aching breasts, until finally, she threw her head back in the sheer satisfaction of being able to finally loose her desire on the world, onto him.

His bulge was so hard and tight against his pants that every time he shifted it burnt, but he couldn’t keep himself from squirming, rubbing his legs together desperately in a way that only made him struggle more from the discomfort.

Finally the height of their passion began to subside, and Selina turned her head toward him again, unbuttoning her blouse enough to let it loosen slightly. “Now sweetie, I’ve taught you what to do. Go on. Make mommy feel all better”. It was almost a growl, and her eyes bored into him like drills, but now that they had both adjusted to the feel of each other’s touch, with her help, and a little courage, he fell into a rhythm.

And thus the work began again, him feeling gently at her breasts, her guiding him with her left hand, pressing hard each silent command.

As with her neck, she was over eager, and pain was written ever clearer, even amongst the growing pleasure, eyes glazed over, lips soon separate, on her shining face.

He felt that he should look away, think of something polite to say, calmly suggest it was a shame, if he should ever cause her pain.

But with his face brought to hers, not just close in distance, but in terms, of the eye to eye connection, brought on by being turned in her direction, he could not help but find that speech, was in such closeness beyond his reach.

And so he instead rejected, every bit of her direction. To push harder, to part flesh, to separate, then reconnect her breasts, she seemed to want him to kneed her flesh, until it was too numb to protest.

As he slowly took command, first slowing down his other hand, then pulling back with the one she held, not letting her give herself hell, her shuddering gaps turned into sighs, and while pleasure stayed, pain left her eyes.

Soon her hand hung on his wrist, gripping loosely, not to insist, but instead encourage, show him trust for he had earned it.

He continued to explore, her smooth mountains every curve, and as her eyes stared into his, no longer glazed much more focused, a tremble in her parted lips, he felt his cheeks grow still more red, to see her pleasure so naked.

Her lips turned upward at the corners, and she whispered honeyed words, and his hand was left by hers, rising sharply through the air, to settle on, then stroke his hair.

He shivered, at her touch and words, asking if such a gift was yet deserved, he said that he could give her more, and she laughed and asked if he was sure.

Emboldened by her satisfaction, gladdened that she felt such passion, but still knowing she’d been served, only a fraction of what she deserved, he then began his search anew, for the source of the pain which still ran through, her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, back, each one resistant to his attack, soon he finds what he seeks, as his fingers brush her peaks.

“Oh yes sweetie right there”, Selina moaned, eyes rolling up into her head, arched back pressing her neck into the head of the chair and her breasts into his hands. He could feel their plump softness tighten under the pressure, firm underneath his palms as her own hands hovered over his, guiding them to gently squeeze her tight, tender nipples.

She made a sharp, high little cry, and fell back into the chair, panting, dragging his hands with her as she slumped in place. Ben felt something lukewarm, something wet, spread across his fingertips. Curious, he looked down…

And saw the cloth around her nipples was almost dripping, soaked with a liquid that he couldn’t fully see, but it didn’t take a genius to guess. The… milk… only made the light silk even more transparent. He could see her bright, reddened from the squeezing, slightly puffy nipples and wide areolas peaking through darkened drippy circles of fabric, standing out starkly against the rest of the white semi opaque outfit. Like targets showing him exactly where to look, to touch… to taste. Some primal part of him, some old banished memory cried out for mothers milk, and he felt his mouth moisten with anticipation, his lip quiver.

“No, no, no, sweetie”, he heard her say, solemnly lifting his chin back up toward her tender, wide eyed face, “I want all of your attention to be on me, and don’t you dare stop now”.

“B-but your clothes, everyone will see-” Ben stammered.

Selina shook her head, smiling slightly despite it. “Uh, uh uh, remember, mommy said no buts. And you let me worry about that sweetie. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. On the other hand, sometimes it’s a lot nicer when someone else does, so if you don’t mind…” She let her voice trail off suggestively, but any coyness was ruined by her heavy breathing and eager, pleading caresses at Ben’s hand.

Still worried, but reassured that she could handle whatever came next, and more than a little eager to continue himself, he began to stroke her nipples once again, brushing them with his fingers through the cloth and squeezing when the moaning stopped. He seemed to get the most reaction a little further back from their hard tips, starting with light pressure until his grip was firm, then finishing with a tighter pinch between his thumb and first two fingers, sometimes even adding subtle tug or twist as he pulled away. Each squeeze brought more moans and bending, almost squirming motions from Selina… and more temperate tacky fluid to soak her silks, sometimes bleeding through enough to drip along his hand.

He couldn’t believe he was actually… milking her. His mouth began to water again.

Exploring her body, changing the pace for her pleasure as well as his, he alighted again on the rest of her breasts, squeezing and grabbing, caressing and massaging them whenever she shuddered at her nipples being touched, but with his own arousal growing, with her liquid, warm eyes staring at him, now more vulnerable and soft than ever before, with only a hint of that one shivering tension in her that still alluded him, the intimacy of the moment began to grow too much for him.

Her hand had ceased to handle his long since, and the amount of control he had over her body, her reactions, was almost too much. It excited him, thrilled him each time he found a new way to please her, but it scared him too. Made him feel almost, lonely. Like no matter how passionate he felt, he couldn’t be sure his feelings reached her, let alone hers him.

Instinctively he began to avert his eyes from her, both her body from her face and separate himself from the situation. It was another Ben that made her bask in the pleasure of being touched.

He heard a compassionate sigh, and the comforting sensation of a hand slowly stroking his hair. He leaned into the gesture, coming back into himself bit by bit.

“Y-you’re doing so well sweetie,” Selina said, her voice a little breathless still, yet it was a sweeter sound than he had ever heard, “I feel like a new woman, but…” and here he could begin to her frustration creep into her voice, “I know you have so much more to give”. He shivered, he wanted to look up to her again, but his head wouldn’t turn.

“Here,” she said caressing his face with the fingers that had been holding up his chin and delicately drawing them up to his lips. “You seemed to like sucking on mommies fingers before, so how about this,” she pressed her fingers between his lips and Ben dutifully opened his mouth without being asked, the now familiar feeling of her strong digits slipping into his mouth and lightly depressing his tongue making him feel more secure than restrained, despite, or perhaps because of the restrictions it placed on his movements, “Anytime you feel like you have to look away you just suck a little harder on mommies fingers until it passes”. She gently stroked his tongue like a treasured pet, sending shivers up Ben’s spine then she slowly dragged them out again, waiting for his answer. “I promise it’ll feel much better if you stop holding back.” saying the words made her blush, and shift in place a bit for some reason.

Try as he might, he still couldn’t quite meet her gaze. Selina sighed again stroking his cheek with the fingers that had been inside of him, wiping it with his saliva as if to clean some imaginary grime, then pulled one of his hands up to her lips and gave it sucking, soothing little kisses, nibling his sensitive fingertips.

“We, mwah, don’t have to go any, mmmmh, further, shmak, if you don’t want to sweety, umph. But I, ungh, think you want this just as much as, mwah-ommy does don’t you?” She pulled his hand away from his lips, reluctantly, giving it one final hot breathed, sticky kiss that would have made his knees weak if he wasn’t resting on them. “I think you just need a little incentive to keep helping mommy out huh?” And with a self satisfied smirk she lowered Ben’s hand… pulled it against her chest again…  drew it languorously, sensually, along her body and… firmly, confidently…

Slipped it underneath her blouse.

Ben made a shocked, strangled noise halfway between a groan and a shout, his wide eyes jerked back to hers in an instant and she giggled giddily. “T-there you go Ben-ben, all it took was a little bribery for you to b-be a good boy again huh? D-doesn’t that feel so nice against mommy’s chest?” He could barely even distinguish what she’d said.

Words couldn’t begin to describe how much smoother her skin was than the silk, how much hotter, how much softer, squishier, firmer, nicer it all felt to him like this. And yet, not even able to see the surface of her chest, it felt alien as well, slick with sweat, or maybe even milk as his finger brushed, pushed in a soft-hard bump that made Selina squeal, a little pleasure button that he could tease and toy with to his hearts content. But the were other breaks in her breasts curves, not so round as they’d appeared underneath their silken shroud, he could feel little hills and valleys on which his fingers briefly caught, making Selina shudder each time they pushed through and jumped across her breasts surface. Even from the edge of his vision, the outline of his hands cupping, gripping, roving over Selina’s bountiful bosom, trapped between it and the top that had denied him entry for so long. He couldn’t get enough of her, desperately feeling up every inch of her chest until his hand found a deep valley it could sink into and lie still. Lie still next to the faint, pulsing, fluttering, life and love giving beat of her heart. Ben could have held it their forever, but her hand found his beside it and, softly but insistently, pulled it away.

“There’s nothing interesting there sweetie”. And she guided his hand back to her breast, playing with his fingers until she had them placed exactly where she wanted them. Her smile was warm, and wide, and long suffering, like she was dealing with an endearing but unruly child. A little sad too he thought. “Here, just keep playing with mommy’s booby like you were, and she’ll use your hands to get what she needs.” she gave both their hands a squeeze, pressing both their fingers into her flesh and she groaned in satisfaction. “If my sweet little ben-ben can’t handle helping mommy on his own any longer, she’ll do aaallll the rest of the work for him, just let your mind go blank and take what you really want sweety”. Ben whimpered, at her words, barely thinking as it was. She reached out her other hand to his, just holding it tightly for now, but no doubt soon she’d bring it over to join the other beneath the blouse, snuggled up with her hands and breasts like warm bodies under a blanket. “So how about it, will you let mommy make it all better?”

He could see in her eyes that she really meant it. That she’d really let him sit back and be used for both their pleasure until they were sick of it. He wanted to say yes, he really did, to keep loving on her bare breasts while she moaned and giggled and treated him to that condescending, humiliating, warm affectionate pampering that felt so good after all the stress of filling her needs upon needs, to have another chance to settle his hand in the space next to her heart and bask in the sense of closeness it gave him most of all, but then he felt something almost like defiance rise in him. He didn’t need her to pamper him, to bribe him to continue with a chance to feel her breasts more closely, if her preferred way of encouraging him to meet her eyes was him using her fingers like pacifier then so be it. He was helping her, not the other way around. From the outset, that was all he’d ever wanted, and he would do anything to prove it.

Slowly he shook his head and pulled back his hand from her, folded his arms against his chest tightly, and stared straight into her eyes with every once of determination he could muster.

Selina just rolled her eyes at him. “Sweety, you don’t need to pout, though its very cute, I’m sure you don’t need my help, but things will be a little easier if you play along”.

He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes rebelliously, opening his mouth but speaking no words, tongue hanging out like a runway, or like he was opening wide at the doctor’s. “Aaaahhh”. Okay, maybe that last idea had been a bit much.

Selina blinked hard, she seemed surprised at this approach, at the look in his eyes, and shivered, though with anticipation or discomfort he couldn’t be sure. In a way either one excited him, he’d have never thought that something he did would genuinely put her off guard.

Still, when her eyes fully opened again, she was smiling, even blushing. “I’m touched you want so badly to impress me sweety. Maybe you were serious about helping all along”. His heart leaped at the admission and he almost looked away again, her expression was both touched, as she said, and amused, her tone too teasing to tell if he’d really done anything to win her over or just did something “cute” again, and he was really starting to feel like being cute was not a good thing in this context. Regardless he held firm, staring at her despite how difficult that knowing, pitying smile made it.

“Oh, good boy, you’re really listening to what mommy wants huh”, she said, and daintily placed her fingers on his lolling tongue, sliding them deeper and deeper in with building pressure until his mouth was suddenly plugged and his eyes widened, his gag reflex almost triggering from the rough blockage, even though her fingers were still nowhere near the back of his throat. He made a strangled pitiful sound, eyes almost watering as they fixed on the affectionate, cruel face that he didn’t dare look away from. His tongue licked eagerly, weakly at her, its desperation to taste and serve her beyond control of his battered sense of bodily autonomy.

Still, he had enough awareness to sense something tasted… different. There was something sweeter, warmer than her cold salty sweat spread all across her fingers. Something, smooth, even a little creamy… milky… perhaps.

His tongue stopped in its tracks, throat freezing before he could so much as swallow his own spit.

Selina laughed, answering the unspoken question in his doe eyed expression. “Well a strong independent boy is probably a liiitttle too old for the treat I spread all over my fingers when I let you feel mommies chest, but you deserved something for treating me so well.” She pet his tongue absently, driving the strange, but deeply, nostalgically familiar taste of her milk even further across it. It was harder to breath with his mouth filled so, and each attempt, each tiny quiver of his tongue sent humid, bold sensations and tastes down along it that made Ben shiver.

“Anyway, since you’re such a big boy, not needing mommies help at all, I guess I better not go easy on you”.

Selinas thumb snaked around underneath Bens jaw, her other hand found his shirt, grabbing a hunk of clothing and twisting until his shirt, her hand, were wound tightly against him. Then, with the slight height advantage she had over his kneeling frame, she bore down on him, pushing lightly down and back, her fingers stretching deeper toward bens throat, letting him shy back away from them, his body so readily responsive to her that she seemed to be exerting more effort lifting his shirt and chin then pushing. Either way, they sank together as he stretched his legs out in fromt of him, him settling seated on his rear and her, to his shock, on top of him.

Her knee length suit skirt, divided twice for increased range of motion, was still too narrow for him to straddle him, and so she sat side saddle on his lap. Her ass pressing, sinking firmly, down onto his wide hips, squishy thighs, and vulnerable… sensitive… fully erect cock. Ben whined lustily through her fingers, he hadn’t even known he could make such a sound.

“Now, lets start over”. She squirmed a little as she made herself comfortable, making him twitch, his cock straining to somehow find its way inside of her, but her fingers pressed toward the back of his throat before he could react further, her thumb reaching down to massage it insistently, and he felt himself, finally swallow. Feeling her milk suddenly slide down his throat,  he sucked eagerly on her digits to manage the overwhelming sensations rather than turn away, in too deep to be ashamed of the pitiful, wet, suckling noises it made.

Her tight ass, too muscular to fully be called soft or thicc, but with enough give and cushioning  to make the pressure and weightiness of it, of her, cradled his body instead of crushing it as she wiggled into him. All of him except for his straining member, which sent as many jolts of pain as it did pleasure through him as her cushy rear dragged across it, unable to move freely with her while still trapped tightly in his pants. The dangly bit’s hanging off of it faired even worse when Selina’s movements became too enthusiastic, he moaned and yelped along with her movements.

“Mmmm, such pretty noises you make sweetie. Go slowly this time and make sure you don’t get distracted”. Her voice was dripping with confidence, satisfaction, and control, as she settled into him again, prompting him to hastily put his hands on her chest once more, feeling every contour of her breasts especially their stiff points. Touching her like this only made his cock twitch and stiffen more, even as the exquisite, discomforting feeling of her ass rubbing against it threatened to force it flaccid. Looking into her eyes, if there was anything more she wanted from him, she was content without out it for now and the pleasure of finally feeling like he was meeting her expectations almost made him lose himself in them.

Perhaps sensing his drifting thoughts, Selina began pushing her fingers in and out of his mouth again, going deeper each time as Ben applied suction, hesitantly feeling them with is tongue as if needing to prove to himself they were really there, to anchor himself to the present moment. She moaned in response smiling as he refused to look away and, almost purring, she leaned into him so that her chest had nearly locked his hands in place against his own, pulling aside her blouse just enough for them to fall against her bare breasts.

It felt exquisite, for her even Moreso than him if her rapturous gaze was anything to go by. This close, her warmth and smell, from the jacket she’d lent him as well as her herself, surrounded him completely, lulled him into a space, where every sensation, even the pain from his tight pants, was pleasure. Eagerly, for what felt like an eternity, he milked, massaged, palpated, and caressed her breasts until they were so slick with fluid that he could barely find purchase. Falling deeper and deeper under her spell, barely recognizing himself as anything beyond a vehicle for her release, his fingers found new and inventive ways of teasing every bit of milk and malignant aching out of them untill Selina’s moans of pleasure and desperate need turned to soft sighs of relief and contentment.

Her responses had the opposite effect on him though. She rubbed against him, her half covered breasts pressing softly, insistently into his hands and chest, her ass driving him wild as it dragged across his throbbing member, her fingers plugged up his weakening whimpers as he sucked away the pain, but not enough to stifle them and her eyes, already more alive and intense than any he had ever seen lit up, their eager passion pressing deeply into his, driving any thought but falling deeper, faster, into a sea of fiery pleasure, he could not look away, could not blink, had to drink in every drop of her desire for him and could not lose sight of it for a moment.

She shuddered as he stared at her, fiercely grabbing the back of his head and pressing her fingers even deeper into his mouth nearly making him gag as his eyes widened again. “That’s it baby let it all out”. He moaned as her body pressed against his again, eyes watering as he pressed his hand against her, and something in him broke. His cock twitched a final time, releasing a short burst of burning extasy strong enough to make his eyes roll back breaking the spell, and sending forth a shallow, but lasting wave shame as he felt it pulse and wetness spread across his underwear. He stiffened, pulses of excitement and embarrassment still running through him, and turned his gaze back to Selina, expecting her to be disappointed that he’d failed to meet her gaze, and was surprised to see that her eyes were peacefully shut.

She gradually slumped into his arms, letting her hand slide out of his mouth and onto his neck, her other arm wrapped around his shoulder to stroke his hair as the wet fingers that had been in her mouth rubbed on his throat a way that seemed to imply they could start applying pressure if he tried to move away from her.

She held him like that for a moment, him not daring to move as she hung motionless on his torso. For the first time that day, it was her that refused to make eye contact, pressing her head into his chest looking down silently, breathing quickly and softly into his chest. He felt the urge to hold her back. Keep her tightly in his arms and never let go. But he knew even without her fingers on his neck that it was better to let her keep the lead. She would give up control of their embrace when she was ready. Slowly she leaned into him and her weight forced him to lean back till he was lying against the floor with her atop him. She sighed and relaxed. Resting on rather than pressing into him and her fingers retreated from his neck. Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around her back, and began to run his fingers through her hair. It felt like running his hands through moonlight. “Mmmm, I think that’s enough of that for now,” she whispered in his ear, “you’re so sweet sweety. And you’ve made mommy feel so much better.”

He waited a minute or two before responding, content to cuddle, for once not at a loss for words, but simply satisfied to be lying with her in silence. “Glad to be of service”, he murmured.