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

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

... for a slick plate to slide from his fingers. It crashed into the counter before shattering against the hard kitchen floor. He cursed under his breath, the sharp clatter like an alarm bell breaking through the serene evening silence.

Rapidly scanning around for any sign that MJ or Bella heard, he hurriedly swept up large shards, his heartbeat loud in his ears, before wiping down to collect smaller fragments that littered around. His care was methodical if not slightly panicked; determined to leave no trace of this latest mishap.

Once he thought every piece was accounted for, Taylor bundled all evidence within a nest of paper towels before plunging it deep into the trash can beneath a few layers of earlier discards so it would go unnoticed. He missed one tiny shard though, a glinting sliver lying treacherously near where feet would tread come morning light.

Satisfied with his cover-up, or so he believed, he finished up with dishes silently, promising himself more caution moving forward, unaware of his small oversight.

After the last dish was placed to dry and the kitchen left in silent order, Taylor headed upstairs to the family’s shared bathroom, his mind still echoing with the day's events. The stealthy disposal of broken plate pieces gave him no real relief as he closed the bathroom door behind him and turned on the shower.

Steam rose around him like a shroud as he stepped under the hot spray, water cascading over his body washing away grime but not ...

... memories—memories that now stirred a different kind of heat within. He couldn't shake the thoughts, the interlaced sensations of pain and unexpected pleasure from MJ’s firm hand, nor could he dismiss the complex arousal when overhearing Bella's submission to his aunt’s nurturing discipline.

His hand moved almost automatically down past his waist, fingers trailing lower until they wrapped around his growing erection. The images played vividly behind closed eyelids: Aunt MJ's strong yet caring touch; Bella’s quiet whimpers dissolving into contented sighs against MJ's breast…

He stroked himself slowly at first, savoring the taboo-fantasy fueled sensation, then with increasing urgency as he imagined what it would feel like entwined in such taboo intimacy, a wicked dance between forbidden desires and familial lines blurred by arousal.

As Taylor leaned against cool tiles, the only thing grounding him to reality, his movements became more frantic. Each pull mirrored rhythmic spankings endured earlier, each thrust chasing the elusive release he had found within the depths of his aunt’s spanking.

The climax built rapidly, thunderous waves crashing towards inevitable shore, coming closer, overwhelming, and finally breaking free, pleasure washing over him.

After the release in the shower that left his thoughts more tangled than untangled, Taylor dried off and stumbled to bed—exhaustion claiming him swiftly once his head touched the pillow. Sleep was a dark, silent abyss after the ...