The cage looks far too uncomfortable to put on, especially as hard as you are. Besides, there's no telling how long Aunt Laura will make you wear it if you let her. Putting it back down on the bedside table, you appeal to Aunt Laura yet again.
Your aunt frowns as you turn down her offer, offering no further compromises. "If that's your decision, come to bed then." She pats the spot next to her, urging you to lie down.
You do so, unable to keep your eyes away from Aunt Laura's breasts as you lie down facing her. "Remember," says Aunt Laura "no touching allowed."
Unable to keep yourself from sneaking peeks at Aunt Laura's cleavage, you decide to turn over to face the other way.
Her hand on your shoulder catches you mid-turn and forces you to remain where you are though. "I need to see your front sweetie. Can't have you touching yourself in secret."
Aunt Laura gathers up each of your hands in hers, clasping hands with you as she drifts off to sleep. With both your hands caught, you can't masturbate, and can't pull away without alerting her.
Worst of all, trying to sleep is a nightmare; the sight of Aunt Laura's lingerie-clad breasts have you beyond horny, yet you can't stop looking at them.
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