Newlyweds’ Intimate Moments In The Bedroom

“Just making sure you stay in shape—you seemed a bit sluggish out there on the fence line.” Her grin was cheeky, and Taylor responded with a mock scowl before they both laughed quietly, careful not to draw too much attention. He missed one tiny shard though, a glinting sliver lying treacherously near where feet would tread come morning light. The monotony of scrubbing each dish was oddly meditative, allowing him time to reflect on the day’s tumultuous events, a mix of discipline, arousal, guilt, and a surprising inner turmoil that came from eavesdropping on an intimate mother-daughter moment. Taylor’s breath caught in his throat, the scene before him dredging up memories he’d long buried. “I heard quite a commotion,” Bella continued unabashedly. From inside came softly sweet sounds, murmurs nestled amongst suckling noises, echoing harmonious within the confines of Aunt MJ’s bedroom. Then there was the searing pain in his wrist at nine, bones fractured from a careless tumble out of the hayloft, pain that had been eased by the same maternal succor.