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

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

... of vulnerability.

“Come,” MJ said, her voice softer yet still carrying the unmistakable authority that Taylor had grown accustomed to. She gently patted her lap, a clear invitation infused with shades of nurturing.

Taylor moved as if under a spell, driven by a need for solace that ran deeper than mere physicality could address. He laid himself across MJ's lap, his erection awkwardly pointing upwards—a tangible reminder of the complex layers entwined in this moment. Under her maternal gaze, he felt simultaneously sheltered and exposed.

With a slow motion, MJ's reached up to the straps of her sundress, pulling it down to reveal her large breasts. They hung heavily with their own weight and abundance of her milk—the sight both captivating and comforting. The creamy skin flushed with arousal, contrasting against the pink hue of her nipples standing erect and begging for attention.

MJ looked down at him with eyes that held both kindness and piercing insight. “This is about comfort, Taylor… about connection,” she explained as she guided his head towards her left breast. “Not about sex.”

“Nature sometimes muddles things,” she acknowledged, her breath warm against his forehead as he nestled against her skin. Her hand reached out again to tap the tip of his penis once more, this time with gentle reassurance. It was a gesture meant to acknowledge that while his body might react one way, her intentions were anchored in something far more nurturing and ...

... innocent.

Taylor's mouth enveloped her pink, puffy nipple, his lips tentative at first but growing more assured as the warmth of her skin comforted him. As he suckled gently, a bead of sweet milk emerged, rewarding his efforts. With each careful pull, soothing streams flowed into his mouth—flavor rich and uniquely comforting.

The sensation was undeniably intimate and nurturing. It filled Taylor not just with nourishment but also with a profound sense of peace. The subtle sounds that permeated their shared quiet—the rhythmic suckling and MJ's soft yet steady breathing—merged together, creating a cocoon-like atmosphere around them.

MJ's ample bosom, a generous expanse of double D softness, spilled into Taylor’s eager hands. With both hands now engaged, one supporting and massaging the breast he suckled while the other gently squeezing her free breast, he relished the weightiness and soft texture beneath his fingertips. The sensation sensations of warmth and comfort enveloped him—the maternal abundance offering up both physical and emotional nourishment.

Her large areola stretched slightly under the pull of his mouth as he suckled steadily, each draw accompanied by a responsive swell from her milk-filled reserves. The scent of her skin mingled with the open air—a hint of hay from outside mixing with something distinctly comforting that was all Aunt MJ. With every draw of liquid warmth from her body to his, Taylor could feel knots within himself unraveling—muscles relaxing in tandem with ...