I felt her warm cum dripping into my mouth and I sucked all of it.i stood up to see her face and get some look of forgiveness but she was looking away...from me.i then said walked away from her and was about to leave when she suddenly started crying.I ran towards her bent to my knees and asked ‘why are u crying aunty?do u hate me that much?’ Then at last she spoke.’im sorry beta for not talking.i was confused.you are like a son to me.how could you do something like that to me?i was always close. I filtered my way to the frozen foods department, carefully holding a corner of my nondescript but essential old army bag aimed at her.The lad with her, aged about eleven, glanced away - very unusual - from his device, at me then downwards and sidled closer to who I assumed to be his mother and whispered to her. I was already alert but soon to be scared, as she stopped bending over, perusing the supermarket’s display of frozen pizza and started to turn in my direction. Not withstanding that. And you better remember all your lessons and manners. I expect you to sit very ladylike, to eat slowly and daintily and to speak softly. One slip up and I'll be parading you to the ball field every night next week in a different dress. And you know I'm not k**ding."As she continued talking, she was expertly applying makeup to my face. A little foundation was followed by a very light application of blush and a hint of brown mascara on my eyelashes. Mom then applied a light pink lipstick to my. They were delirious with the win and anticipating going to the sweet sixteen. As soon as we had something to eat and drink, the staff hustled us onto the buses for the trip home. We were two hours into the trip before someone wanted to do the sing a long. We only played an hour before giving way to fatigue. We slept the balance of the ride.We were greeted by what looked like most of the school. Someone had printed up sweet sixteen ball caps and T-shirts. Tiny Sandy met us by jumping into my.