Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 1 -- A Return to Childhood Discipline - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 1 -- A Return to Childhood Discipline

... that any more would push boundaries they were both keen on not crossing again today.

They fell silent then, the only sounds filling the kitchen were now those born out of culinary necessity rather than whispered jibes. Dinner was served shortly after, plates piled high as if to mirror mountains they had already climbed today in different ways.

As they ate, the initial tension gave way to the day's exhaustion and the savory comfort of MJ’s cooking. Bella and Taylor exchanged tentative glances over steaming plates, their previous competitive edge dulled by a shared soreness that made every movement deliberate.

“So, what's on for tomorrow, Aunt MJ?” Taylor asked between bites, trying to sound casual as he sought to steer conversations towards safer territory.

“We're going to start early, there's a section of corn that needs picking if we're going to get it to market on time,” MJ replied without missing a beat while serving herself. The clink of cutlery against dishes underscored her words with an air of normalcy despite the day's earlier tensions.

Taylor groaned lightly at this news; picking corn was laborious at best. “Maybe if you hadn't been so busy distracting me today,” he shot a playful yet pointed look at Bella, “we'd have had less work for tomorrow.”

Bella chuckled softly. “Just making sure you stay in shape—you seemed a bit sluggish out there on the fence line.” Her grin was cheeky, and Taylor responded with a mock scowl before they both laughed ...

... quietly, careful not to draw too much attention.

However, MJ did notice, the corners of her mouth twitched upward momentarily before she set down her fork with finality. “Taylor,” she chided lightly but firmly enough that his smile faded quickly away. “Seems like I need to find more ways for you to productively channel your energy after dinner… Starting with dish duty tonight."

He opened his mouth as if about to protest but thought better of it under MJ’s expectant gaze, any further teasing clearly outstripped by the threat of punishment likely designed not just for cleanup but also introspection following such remarks.

Dinner continued with discussion around farm tasks and planning, a mix of mundane details, wrapping up the evening with each finishing off their plates; now becoming part of the pile of dishes for the one who pushed the boundaries just slightly too with his teasing.

Taylor approached the sink with a begrudging acceptance, rolling up his sleeves as water splashed against the sides of the basin. The sound of MJ and Bella retreating upstairs to bathe and ready themselves for bed left him alone with his thoughts and the chore at hand.

The monotony of scrubbing each dish was oddly meditative, allowing him time to reflect on the day's tumultuous events, a mix of discipline, arousal, guilt, and a surprising inner turmoil that came from eavesdropping on an intimate mother-daughter moment.

Immersed in this inner dialogue, Taylor’s grip loosened just enough ...