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Looking After Ben
by Isabella

Story Code: b/F, Mutual Masturbation

I had always thought of Ben as an over clingy boy, he was the same age as Laura but seemed content to be carried around by his mother long after Laura had fought to get free of my arms and make her own way across the floor, then, two years later when William was born, he rapidly passed Ben in growth and development. Ben and William were good friends despite the age difference but play was usually at Ben's house so that Ben was close enough to Dawn, his mother if William got too rough for him.

William was five so Ben was almost eight when Dawn got a job interview; she asked me if Ben could play with William at our house while she popped off into town for her meeting. School had curbed Ben's clinginess a little and since he stopped being carried around all the time, he had shot up in height too, rocketing past the rest of the boys in his class by almost a foot, but Ben still found a lot of difficulties in playing with children of his own age. I was glad to help; Dawn had looked after William many times in the past on play-dates.

Well, as usual, William, when on home turf, got extremely boisterous. Ben was soon heading for the living room where I was sitting watching a little TV, he was sobbing and asking for his mother, William, well, he just carried on playing by himself. Ben wasn't at all impressed when I told him that his mother wasn't at home, that she had to go into town for a few hours and that basically, Ben was stuck at our house until his mother returned.

Ben became even more fractious at the news that his mother, his comforter, was nowhere close and the only way I could pacify him even slightly was to pull him onto my knee. I'm not overly tall and with Ben's recent growth spurts, he was almost as tall as me so getting him onto my knee to give him a cuddle was difficult. I rocked Ben on my knee as I had seen Dawn do so many times before and within a few minutes Ben forgot that I wasn't his mother.

I realised that Ben had become comfortable on my knee when his right hand slipped onto my breast, he palpated it a few times and then he slipped his hand between two buttons on my blouse and before I could stop him Ben's hand had slipped under the cup on my bra and lifted it out of the way onto my upper chest, then Ben began to play with my nipples as well as palpating my breast. Ben had moved so fast that I didn't realise what he was aiming for until he had my tits in his hand and by then, I didn't know how to stop him without making him feel even worse.

As soon as Ben focused on my breasts he was very single minded, I tried to stop him but I was obviously not as good at defence as Ben was at attack and before I knew it, my breasts were exposed. As soon as my breasts were out in the open Ben lost interest in pinching my nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger and he curled his body to get his mouth connected onto my nipple.

James, my husband, had never shown any interest in my breasts, preferring them to be covered at all times, even in bed, even during sex all those years back when we actually did have sex, he preferred me to be wearing a bra, nighty and knickers. I had breastfed my kids for five and a half years, two years for Amy, then Laura was born and she had two years too, then William was born and I weaned him off of my breasts at eighteen months.

While I was breastfeeding my own kids there had been nothing in the slightest sexual, they latched on, sucked like crazy and when they were full, they spat my nipple out again. Ben wasn't looking for milk, he was looking for comfort and he was extremely well practiced at sucking and for the first time in my life, someone was sucking on my nipples and I was, I'm ashamed to say, getting turned on under his suckling.

I was just getting used to Ben's working on my tits when I got another shock, his free hand, the one that had started the tit-seeking in the first place, was now free and it was looking for another part of my body to touch. I was only really aware of what he was doing when he started to pull the leg hole on my panties to one side. My pussy wasn't the first one that Ben had touched either, Ben knew all of a woman's anatomy, his finger went straight to my clitoris and between sucking, nibbling and biting on my nipple, Ben was rubbing my clitoris hard.

When I began to breathe a little heavily, Ben slipped his hand out from under my skirt and he found my hand and placed it right on top of his tiny cock, his tiny, very hard cock. When I didn't do what he was expecting me to do, he opened his fly hole and the top button of his trousers and put my hand directly on top of his bare hard on. Ben returned to rubbing my clitoris but I was still not doing what ben wanted me to do, so he pulled his hand out again and he curled my fingers around his cock and then he began to lift and drop my hand so that I was very slowly masturbating him. Ben stopped suckling on my nipple just long enough to say, "Faster, do it faster please!" And his mouth closed on my nipple again, biting harder than ever before and he began to rub my clitoris harder and faster, bring me to my climax within seconds, as I climaxed over and over again, I began to masturbate Ben with all my might.

It took Ben five minutes to shoot off in my hand, I had always been told that a boy couldn't shoot until he was at least ten years old, at eight years, Ben's balls should have still been immature or even still tucked up inside his body. When Ben's breathing returned to normal, he let my nipple go from his teeth; he looked up into my eyes and said, "Was that nice for you mummy?" I was still gasping because, even though Ben had shot off, he was still massaging my clit masterfully. I didn't answer verbally, I couldn't, I was gasping too much, I just nodded my head and Ben sat up, he did up his trousers and then pulled my bra cup back into place before fastening the buttons down the front of my blouse.

As soon as I was all 'put away' Ben jumped down and headed back for the playroom again to play with William. After lunch, William went to his room for a nap and Ben climbed up onto my knee and he repeated the 'comfort' process all over again. I was really looking forward to the next time I had to look after Ben for the day.

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