Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 1 - A Return To My Youth - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 1 - A Return To My Youth

... Taylor standing rigidly trying focus amidst distraction while Bella leaned much too close for mere innocent conversation.

MJ's disappointment echoed through her stern tone, a clear indication that Bella's antics had not gone unnoticed. “Seems like you're craving some attention—disrupting Taylor’s work. Meet me in my room after you help him finish this fence,” MJ instructed firmly, signaling that the day's lessons were far from over.

In the waning light, Bella assisted Taylor with reluctant hands, and silence heavy between them. As they worked side by side, the playful tension that had been building between them now smothered under the impending certainty of consequences waiting in the quiet solitude of MJ’s bedroom. Taylor couldn't resist taking advantage of the quiet to land a subtle jab at Bella's expense. He leaned in slightly, his voice a low murmur meant only for her ears. "Remember Bella, what goes around comes around," he teased with a hint of challenge in his tone.

Later, as twilight settled over the farmhouse like a soft blanket, soft murmurs and creaks could be heard from behind MJ's closed door. Taylor found himself drawn there by an insatiable curiosity, creeping up to press an ear against the weathered wood.

“Undress,” came MJ's voice from within, a command both stark and serene. There was rustling followed by Bella’s protests muted yet tinged with trepidation: “Momma, you can't be serious! I'm too old for this!”

“The more you resist, Bella ...

... dear,” MJ replied evenly but with an underlying steel that brooked no argument. “The harsher your punishment will become. I'm ready to go as far as tying those wrists if necessary.”

Shivers ran down Taylor’s spine at these words; his mind suddenly awash with images he shouldn't be entertaining, imagination painting scenes that had his heart drumming with a mix of guilt and desire. He envisioned Bella, defiant yet subdued, her wrists bound tightly by the same rope they used to secure the fence posts, rendering her completely at MJ's mercy. In his mind's eye, he saw Aunt MJ towering over Bella—her dominance unyielding as she prepared to deliver discipline.

The thought made him shift uncomfortably; guilt gnawed at him for conjuring up such an intimate scenario between his aunt and cousin.

Clothes fell to floorboards; soft thuds marking each piece discarded until nothing remained save vulnerability.

Taylor strained to hear every nuance, the sound of skin-on-skin contact resounded sharply across air once still, now vibrantly alive with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Bella whimpered softly, almost rhythmically, discordant sounds mixed pain and pleasure.

Taylor's heart throbbed in his ears; each beat an echo of the sounds from within MJ’s room—muffled spanks segued into comforting whispers. His curiosity was a living thing, an unruly creature that pressed him closer to the door as he strained for every word and breath shared between mother and daughter.

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