"I don't know if Momma's Boy can wait that long. His cock looks so hard," she said in a pouty voice that made my dick get even harder. I actually curl...d my toes. She seductively swayed her hips as she moved toward me. She stopped in front of me and ran her fingers up my chest and around my neck. She kissed me deeply. I couldn't tell whose nipples were harder, hers or mine."Momma's pussy hasn't had this much attention in long time so it's kind of sore this morning," again with the pouty voice.. Set down, let’s get your anklets and shoes on. Aunt Rose dug in my suitcase again and came out with some little socks that had lace around the top. She pulled them on my feet and then went to the closet and brought back some shoes. I had seen little girls at home wearing similar shoes, they were shiny black with a single strap to hold them on. Aunt Rose explained that they were “Mary Jane style shoes, they are so cute with your dress.” “Come see,” Aunt Rose said as she held my hand and walked. .. I finally let out a convincing, "PLEASE STOP," and he backed off me. I sat up, and he stood up.He looked at me lust burning in his eyes... and, said, "You don't appreciate what I did?" He was talking about giving back my bag, and getting everybody to stop picking on me. I replied that I did appreciate it, but I don't want to get give him sex because of it. And, he some how put me on guilt trip, And, explained that it was fine if I wasn't ready for sex, but I should at least give him head. He. “Like this?”“God yes. Exactly like that. I love watching you!” Her voice dripped with craving.“You want to see how wet you make me, babe?”“Yesss,” was all he could utter.Lauren lifted her ass slightly and slid her panties off just enough so they were no longer trapped between her skin and the desk. She pushed them along her thighs to her knees, then brought her feet together over Jason’s cock and freed the black lace.Her heels went back to the chair’s arms, her knees remaining closed.She moved.