Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 2 – Dawn’s Discoveries - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 2 – Dawn’s Discoveries

... painting lines of release across his skin.

MJ's lap and stomach didn't escape the fervent spray either, warmth spreading upon her as well—undeniable evidence of their encounter’s intensity imprinted upon the bed sheets beneath them.

Taylor lay there, enveloped in a hushed stillness—a potent blend of comfort and chaotic relief leaving him trembling. He gasped for air, each breath ragged as his heart pounded unevenly within his chest before gradually easing back towards normalcy—if such a state could be considered attainable after what had transpired between them.

MJ absorbed the gravity of this moment silently. She felt the warm stickiness on her flesh but enveloped Taylor in an embrace nonetheless—one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Her steady arms provided sanctuary not just from physical exertion, but also from any shadow of judgment or confusion that might loom at the edges of this profound interaction.

“It's natural,” she soothed as Taylor lay there, panting gently on her lap, his body still quivering with aftershocks. “With everything that just transpired, it’s understandable for confusing feelings to emerge.”

MJ's understanding tone was softened by her love, yet carried the unmistakable firmness that underscored her role as disciplinarian. “Taylor,” she reprimanded gently yet firmly, “look at the mess you've made—my dress, my sheets…”

Taylor, still emerging from the haze of his powerful release and entangled in a web of emotions, ...

... could only muster a series of quiet apologies. He felt small and vulnerable under MJ's gaze—a boy once more despite what had unfolded between them. However, MJ held him close without a hint of retraction or disgust; instead, she soothingly kept him nestled against her breast while her free hand moved to retrieve a tissue to clean up the aftermath

As Taylor lay in Aunt MJ's lap, his body reeling from the intense climax that had overtaken him, she cradled him with loving tenderness. The lingering echoes of pleasure still reverberated through his senses—the aftershocks of their forbidden encounter.

While he continued to suckle at her breast, greedily partaking in the precious milk that flowed from her ample bosom, Aunt MJ's nimble fingers gently journeyed downward—tracing a path along Taylor's abdomen until they reached his spent cock.

With meticulous care, her skilled fingers encircled his sensitive member—her touch purposeful yet gentle. She began stroking him firmly but unhurriedly, coaxing out any remaining droplets of essence that clung to him—an act of true devotion and nurturing.

Taylor's breath caught in his throat as MJ's thumb found its way to the sensitive spot just behind his balls—an intentional move aimed at coaxing out any remaining essence of pleasure. She pressed into the perineum with gentle yet firm pressure, ensuring that he was completely emptied, leaving no trace of passion unclaimed.

Like a skilled artisan tending to her masterpiece, Aunt MJ ...