Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 3 – A Careless Injury - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 3 – A Careless Injury

... shifting swiftly from concern to action upon seeing the state that her nephew resided within in that current moment, which interrupted the daily routines settling upon the household.

Without hesitation, she helped Taylor into the house, guiding him toward the kitchen where the light was better to examine the extent of the injury he had incurred during his evening chores.

MJ instructed Taylor with unwavering calmness that belied the urgency the situation demanded: “Remove your clothes—I need to see how bad it is.”

Compliance was the only option; thus, he stood bare before her eyes once again. With a gentle yet professional touch akin to a skilled physician rather than a family matriarch—MJ inspected the swollen area methodically, ensuring a thorough evaluation was performed.

Under MJ's discerning touch, Taylor tried to brace himself against the waves of discomfort and strange conflicting sensations. Her fingers, knowing and deliberate, palpated every inch of his tender flesh—her attentiveness paramount above all else.

“Tell me if you feel any sharp pain,” MJ instructed softly yet firmly as she pressed gently along one side of his testicles, her fingertips expertly probing for signs of serious injury beneath the surface.

A soft grunt escaped Taylor's lips as he flinched slightly under her touch—not just from the hurt but also from a sense of awkwardness that seemed to ebb with each professional motion she made—replaced by an unintended response from his ...

... body, which slowly started betraying him again despite the less-than-ideal circumstances.

MJ continued her examination unfazed, moving onto his penis next; she held it carefully between her forefinger and thumb—lifting it to inspect from all angles. Her experienced eyes scanned every inch, taking note of any variations or possible concerns. She applied gentle pressure along the shaft, meticulously tracing its contours for any hidden injury that could compromise his well-being. Her knowledge and expertise enabled her to discern between harmless bruises and potential dangers that required immediate attention and care.

The clinical nature of her assessment did little to soothe the turmoil within Taylor as he felt stirrings that he fervently wished would cease—at least until they were far removed from such an intimate inspection. But there was no stopping nature's call even in this moment of being clinically examined—each careful palpitation sent unfamiliar shivers through nerves that were already on high alert.

MJ's other hand ventured downward, her fingertips grazing the soft skin of his scrotum. With a delicate yet firm touch, she gently cupped and caressed his testicles, feeling for any irregularities or signs of discomfort. Her experienced fingers explored every crevice, rolling them in her palm to assess their texture and size.

MJ noticed the change as Taylor's member began to respond involuntarily, growing within her grasp. Her brows knit together in a mix of ...