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

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

... herself—struggling to clear away the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume her.

MJ then turned to Taylor with a gentle yet firm instruction, “Come here.” She motioned for him to lie face down on the bed, guiding his hips as he gingerly positioned himself where Bella had just been moments before. Taylor settled onto the sheets, feeling the residual warmth from Bella's body still lingering—a subtle and intimate detail that was not lost on him.

Lotion bottle in hand, MJ poured a generous amount onto her palm, warming it between her hands before placing them onto Taylor's reddened skin. His muscles tensed upon first touch, a mix of anticipation and memory blending with reality as she began massaging the cooling salve into his punished flesh.

The room was filled with nothing but the soft sound of MJ's hands moving over Taylor’s skin and his stifled breaths whenever she hit a particularly tender spot. Her motions were methodical, each stroke making him wince. Yet amid the discomfort, there was an undeniable comfort that slowly seeped into his being from her touch—an intricate dance of pain being tended by care.

“You'll need this if you're going to be of any use on the farm today,” MJ murmured while working the cream slowly into his skin, her words now laced with soft empathy that sharply contrasted with her earlier discipline. “Remember this kindness when tempted by foolishness again.” Her words carried both mercy and a lesson, intertwined as one.

As ...

... relief mingled with the throbbing pain on his tenderized flesh, MJ paused and regarded him intently. Satisfied with the application, she capped the lotion and set it aside, keeping a close eye on Taylor's reaction.

MJ's gaze remained unwavering as she spoke, each word thick with implication and a shared history. “I know you were listening to Bella’s… session last night… That's why Bella witnessed your correction today.” Her voice softened, carrying the weight of her words throughout the room. “It might help to offer you the same comfort.”

Taylor lay there motionless, his mind reeling from the realization of what Aunt MJ was proposing—an act so intimate and primal that it stirred deeply buried memories within him. The echoes of his childhood flashed before his eyes—the moments when Aunt MJ had cradled him against her breast, providing nourishment and solace during times of distress.

“You can say no,” MJ continued, giving Taylor space within his shock and inner turmoil. “But if it'll ease your discomfort…” She left the sentence dangling like an unspoken promise hanging between them, heavy with meaning.

Taylor remained silent, overwhelmed by a multitude of conflicting feelings that temporarily robbed him of speech. The knowledge that Aunt MJ had been aware all along about his eavesdropping shattered his fragile composure. He found himself at a crossroads between need and propriety—a choice he had never imagined making but one that felt undeniably poignant in this moment ...