Incest/Taboo Big Changes At Home

The Morning After

The alarm clock screamed at five-thirty that next morning, Taryn groaned as she smacked the annoying device into silence. She laid there for a moment, staring at the clock, trying to decide whether or not to get up. With a mutter of protest she rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. As she snuggled in for some more, precious sleep, a thought hit her: Master wouldn't be pleased with her if she didn't bring him breakfast. That thought caused her eyes to shoot open; Master, how could she forget about him. A sigh of regret escaped her lips as she looked up at the clock once more, and tried to remember just how the hell she had gained a Master. Then the events of the previous night rolled through her mind like a scary movie she couldn't turn away from. She remembered: the dancing, the dry-fuck, the bathroom, the submission . . . her submission . . . her complete and total submission to him. She had submitted herself to her son and swore to be his Slave. A sigh of contentment left her lungs when she thought that thought: her son was her Master, and she was his Slave. She pulled back the covers and knew that she had to get moving, in order to get ready for him.

Taryn took extra care as she showered and washed herself that morning. For the first time in a long while she took pride in how she looked. She had always made sure to keep herself presentable, but it was the little things that she had let slide. It had been a while since she had shaved her legs, years since she had paid any attention to her pubic hair. It was normal for Taryn to not shave for a week or so.

What did it matter? Nobody looked at her that closely anymore, certainly not her husband. Richard was far too busy with work to spend any serious time with his wife, when he was home he was too tired to have sex most nights. Even when they did have sex it was hurried and unimaginative: purely for his pleasure. Taryn couldn't remember the last time Richard had ate her out, or sucked on her breasts. It was no wonder why Taryn let her pubic hair grow wild, all that would stop that morning. Taryn took great care in shaving everywhere that a woman should shave. She cleaned and preened herself after the shower was over, trimming up her bush so that the "wild wilderness" was gone. The shower took longer than she had expected, but felt the time was well-needed, as she wanted to be presentable for her Master.

There was that word again that stirred up feelings of bliss and fear in her. Part of her loved having a Master, and she was happier than she had been in years because of it; she felt complete. Another part of her was scared of this development and wanted to find a way out of it, writing the whole experience off as a bad night of drinking. Taryn knew it was not the alcohol that made her do what she did last night. That was the most sobering thought, for this morning she was not drunk and yet here she was throwing on her sheerest robe in order to cook breakfast for her son . . . her Master.

All through cooking breakfast she checked the note and the clock regularly. She wanted to everything to be perfect for him; she wanted to show her Master that she was a good Slave. The argument of "what the hell was she doing?" continued in her mind, regardless of what she did to do to push it out. With no time to spare, at six-twenty-nine, she picked up the tray and walked up to her son's bedroom.

Owen woke up with a yawn and looked around the darkened room. He felt a little tired and sore that morning, and contemplated going out for a run, but decided against it. Glancing out at the window and seeing the rain that poured outside confirmed it, he would visit the gym instead. Slumping back down on the bed he rubbed his eyes and tried to shake the feeling that something was different this morning. He looked around the room and wondered what it was; nothing was different. He could see no new boxes to show any extravagant purchases, that one might regret the next day. He hadn't done any shopping yesterday, all that he had done yesterday was go to school, study and go out with his mother.

His mind froze as that last thought crossed his mind: his mother. What had he done to his mother? Why did he do it? How could he do it? He had completely dominated her and made her swear to be his Slave for life . . . but why? Sure, he had loved the whole experience and felt more alive and turned on than he had been in his whole life. The power and pure excitement that coursed through him during that experience was unbelievable, and yet natural. The strange thing was that everything seemed to be second-nature to him. Nothing seemed stilted, awkward or strange to him, and that what scared him the most. He could grow to like it, he already loved that feeling of power he had when he ordered his mother around and she complied. It was a double hit of excitement, one jolt of excitement when he ordered her, the next when she complied. The sooner and more diligently she complied, the greater the thrill. Was this what he really wanted? Until last night he had never thought of his mother in a sexual way. He had never harbored deep, lustful feelings for her, but last night he not only fucked her, he made her his Slave.

Was this really the way that he wanted to live? Did he really want to spend the rest of his life barking orders at his mother? What about other women, what about a girlfriend or wife? Did this mean that he wanted them to be his Slaves to? The man he was last night was not the man that he thought he was, or wanted to be. He sighed once more and rested his head back on his pillow to try to sort it all out.

Perhaps he was getting worked up for nothing, perhaps his mother didn't remember the previous night. After all, they had been drinking, perhaps she would just see the whole evening as a drunken game. Owen would see how his mother would react and follow her lead. He wouldn't apologize right away; he would wait until she talked to him about it. They could share a laugh over the silly and dangerous game they had played and see it as nothing more than the alcohol.

Owen looked at the clock: six-twenty-nine. A fuzzy thought hit his mind: Six-thirty, something was supposed to happen at six-thirty, and he wondered what appointment he had missed. Was there an early morning class that he had forgotten about? He searched his mind to figure out what he was supposed to do that morning, damn, he would have to skip breakfast.

Breakfast! there it was, he had ordered his mother to deliver him breakfast at Six-thirty this morning. He had given her very specific instructions on what he wanted and how he wanted it delivered. Panic settled in as he thought of what he would do if she actually did bring him breakfast in bed just like he told her to. What would that mean? Would that mean that she liked this new arrangement and wanted to be his Slave? He glanced at the clock and saw it turn to six-thirty and watched it intently, hoping it would turn to six-thirty-one. If he could skip over this minute it would be okay, then he would know that she wasn't coming and . . .

Then the door opened up slowly and his mother backed into the room, pushing the door open. She was carrying a tray of breakfast and from where he lay he could see that she had indeed carried out his instructions to the letter. Owen glanced at the clock and saw that it was still six-thirty; she was even on time. One glance at his mother standing there, closing the door with her foot, holding the tray of breakfast, left him speechless. Her red hair fell down her back in its naturally body-wave. She was wearing makeup for the first time in a long time, and her face looked quite pretty. She was wearing a white, silk robe that floated away from her body and it was his guess that she was naked under that robe.

Taryn smiled at him with a look of fear and apprehension in her eyes, waiting for Owen to say something. Owen looked at her and at once he was turned on, and the dark feelings of power returned. It wasn't just the way she looked; it was the whole package. He had given her an order and she had carried it out, she had even put in a few extra touches here and there. She had prettied herself up for him, just to bring him breakfast. The morning paper was on the tray beside the breakfast and a flower was in a vase in the center of the tray. Owen's cock was hard and throbbing as he drank all this in, Taryn was the first to speak.

"Good morning, Master. I brought you breakfast, like you ordered," Taryn said with a timid and apprehensive manner.

Her son hadn't said a thing and as the seconds ticked by, Taryn felt like a monumental fool. Obviously she was wrong in doing this! He didn't expect her to be standing there with breakfast, dressed only in a robe! She waned to cry and run out of the room, she was mortified that she had read things wrong: it was only a one night game. He didn't want her there, he didn't see her as his Slave.

"Excellent work, Slave," Owen said and smiled at Taryn, in response she let out a sigh of relief. "Bring me breakfast, Slave," he said, and watched his mother immediately move towards him.

Just looking at her carrying that tray of breakfast towards him caused his cock to twitch. Man he was hard and needed to take care of it soon, he thought as Taryn floated over towards him. Then a nasty thought hit him as he smiled up at her.

"Put breakfast down over there," Owen said as he pointed at his dresser.

"Yes, Master," Taryn said, just before she did exactly as she was ordered.

"You've got me so hard this morning, I think you should take care of it first," Owen said with a lewd smile as he pulled back the covers, revealing his nude form. "Come over here and suck your Master's cock, Slave," He said, looking deep into Taryn's eyes as he said it.

Taryn's knees got weak when he said that last statement. She loved being called his Slave, and loved the fact that that she could make him hard. She never answered him with anything other than a lustful growl as she rushed to him. Her eyes never left staring intently at his thick cock as she rushed to embrace it. As soon as was physically possible she desired to take it in her mouth, she needed to suck her Master's cock.

Bliss filled her as his cock filled her mouth. All was right with the world, for she had her Master's cock in her mouth and was endeavoring to please him. The only pleasure she would receive from this was the satisfaction of a job well done. This act was for him and him alone; yet another way for her to show her love and devotion to him. This morning, for the first time ever, she voluntarily took a cock down her throat. She relaxed her throat and pushed it down her throat, immensely pleased that she could do this on her own. This development was not lost on Owen, he knew she needed praise.

"Oh you are a good Slave!" Owen said as he stroked Taryn's hair lovingly as she continued to deep-throat him. "Yes, swallow all of me," he said as he smiled at her.

Taryn looked up into his eyes and gave him a look of love as she increased her sucking efforts on his cock. Steadily and quickly she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. His cock now slid easily down her throat and she loved the feeling of pubic hairs on her nose, to her it felt like victory. For Taryn it meant that she had once more swallowed all of her Master's cock, his pleasure meant everything to her.

Taryn didn't let up her sucking until Owen came down her throat. This time she made sure to keep his cock lodged down her throat and swallowed continually. Owen let out a loud groan that lasted as long as he came. Eventually, he was spent and Taryn let his cock slip past her lips as she sat back upright.

"That was wonderful Slave, now feed me breakfast," Owen said with a grateful smile.

"Yes, Master," Taryn said as she hopped up and fetched the tray of breakfast that she had prepared for him.

For the next while nothing was said as Taryn fed Owen his breakfast. She would gather up a bit of everything on his plate and lift the fork to his mouth. When he wanted to drink, she would raise that to his lips, if he dribbled she would wipe his chin. She was taking care of him and it was a quiet, tender moment between Master and Slave that had nothing to do with sex. As silly as it was, she was happy to do it, she was happy to serve him, to be his Slave.

As she fed her Master she wondered why he did what he did. What had prompted him to take her as his Slave? What did he see in her that made him know that she was submissive? How did he know that she would be his, that she would be happy like this? She needed to know, she had to ask.

"Can we talk?" Taryn asked in a meek tone of voice.

"Sure, Slave," Owen said, as he swallowed another bite of breakfast.

"No, just talk . . . as Owen and Taryn," Taryn said as she brought another forkful of breakfast to his lips.

"Sure, mom, what's on your mind?" Owen asked in a plain tone of voice, after swallowing his mouthful.

"Why did you do it?" Taryn asked with a hint of a pained expression as she looked deep into his eyes.

"Do what?" Owen asked, wanting to know exactly what part of last night she was talking about.

"Last night. Why did you do it? How did you know I would react favorably to you?" Taryn asked, with a hurt and slightly miffed expression.

"I guess it all started when you said that you liked it when a man takes what he wants." Owen said with a sigh as he gave his mother a thoughtful expression.

"But I only said that because you made me slow-dance with you when I didn't want to. What made you do that? What made you pull me to you?" Taryn asked curiously as she gathered up more breakfast for Owen.

"I don't know, I guess it was the frustration of seeing all the other happy couples dancing and I wanted a moment where I had a special lady in my arms, just for one song." Owen said with a softened tone of voice as he looked at his mother for understanding.

"So you didn't plan it? You didn't somehow know that I . . . that I . . . wanted it?" Taryn said and strangely enough, when she was talking to him like this she couldn't say the words "Master or Slave."

"No. All I can tell you is that everytime I got you to do something I wanted you to do; something I knew you didn't want to do, I got a thrill out of it. I guess it was that thrill that kept pushing me onward." Owen said in the same subdued tone of voice.

"I guess I can understand that. It sounds like the same thrill I got when you made me do what I didn't want to do. Each time you took charge and d . . . made me do something; I got a thrill out of doing it. As time went on it seemed to be more natural. I guess I was seeking the same thrill." Taryn said as she looked up at her son and smiled at him an understanding smile, they understood each other.

"What about now? Do you want to continue this or drop it?" Owen said, with a serious look on his face. "If you're not happy like this, I won't make you stay my Slave," he said and looked at her for a moment before looking down.

"I don't think we can go back to the way things were, do you? I . . . I like the way things are between us now, I know it may sound weird for a mother to say to her son but I like serving you." Taryn said with a loving tone of voice as she picked up Owen's chin and looked deep into his eyes. "I never told you this but before I met your father I went for the 'jerk' type. You know, the kind of men who treated me like crap, the ones who would walk all over me, I didn't know why I liked it, until last night. When you told me that I needed a Master, everything clicked, it was then that I knew you were right. How did you know?" Taryn asked with a look of wonder on her face.

"I don't know how exactly, but everything that had happened up until then told me that you liked what we were doing. Somehow I knew that this was what you wanted," Owen said in a calm tone of voice, searching his mother's eyes for understanding. "So you really like things like this? You like being my Slave?" Owen asked with an excited tone of voice, anticipating the answer.

"Yes, Master," Taryn replied in a meek tone of voice looking down but her eyes looking up into his, conveying her love for him.

"Cool, Slave!" Owen said with an excited tone of voice.

"But what do we do from here? How are we going to keep this a secret? What about Rosina and your father? What about your friends? Do you really want me to follow you around on campus, carrying your books and so forth? You have a life, I have a life. What about them?" Taryn asked in a most worried tone of voice, almost fearful for being so bold around her Master.

"I admit that having you follow me around campus would be fun . . ." Owen said with a glint in his eye that his mother caught.

"Once in a while . . . perhaps," Taryn replied with the same sparkle in her eye and the pair shared a laugh.

"I guess you're right when you said that we both have lives that we need to live. I have school and you have . . . whatever you do during the day." Owen said, and for a moment he felt embarrassed for not knowing his mother better. "We will keep this a secret for as long as we can, and deal with things as they come," Owen said confidently and smiled at Taryn as he took a bite of his bagel.

"I hope nobody finds out about this, I mean I do love serving you, but I just don't know how I would explain to anyone about our relationship. Can you imagine trying to explain this to your sister . . . or your father?" Taryn said with an incredulous look on her face that masked her fear.

"I know it will be difficult, but I don't think we have any other alternative. I mean, I don't want this to end, and I don't think you want it to end either," Owen said with a calm tone as he took his mother's hand in his.

"No, I don't." Taryn said with a loving look as she looked deep into her son's eyes. "I should be incensed with you for all that we've done since last night . . . but I'm not. I feel happier than I have been in a long time. I guess you were right when you said that I needed a Master, but not just any Master . . . I need you. I know you love me and would never hurt me; I can trust you implicitly. You're my son so I would do anything for you, naturally, but as a mother I would only go so far. I mean mothers don't have sex with their children, but I don't feel awkward or strange when I have sex with you. I can't explain it better than it was meant to be; I was meant to be your Slave. I Taryn Thompson was meant to be the Slave of you Owen Thompson, my son, my Master, my greatest love," Taryn said in a soft and loving tone of voice. By the end of it she had tears in her eyes, tears of love, of joy, of relief. "I love you Master," Taryn said and looked longingly into the eyes of her Master, waiting for a response.

"And I love you Taryn, Thompson, my mother, my Slave, my greatest love," Owen said in an equally moving manner.

The moment possessed him and Owen moved in and kissed Taryn on the lips. It was a tentative and unsure kiss that lasted but a moment. When the kiss was over they both looked at each other, eyes searching the other for how they felt. Only lust and love was found, so eagerly they kissed again, this time it was a passionate and kiss that may have led to more. The clinking the breakfast dishes on the tray between them brought them back to reality. Taryn had only just sat back and scooped up more breakfast when another voice broke the silence of the quiet morning.

"Owen, you lazy bag of bones, you up yet?" Rosina shouted out, from down the hall.

Footsteps could be heard and Taryn and Owen knew that Rosina would be there in a moment. In a flash Taryn leaned over and kissed Owen once more with a passionate kiss that lasted until the door started to open. As soon as the door opened up Taryn shoved a forkful of food into Owen's mouth. Owen nearly choked on the mouthful of food.

"Oh isn't this cute," Rosina said with a voice full of resentment as she stood in the open doorway. "Does little baby Owen need his mommy to feed him breakfast in bed?" She continued in an overly-thick "baby-talk" manner, complete with the pouting lips.

"I just wanted to do something special for him, because of his birthday," Taryn shot back defensively and held a superior look about her.

"Well, his birthday was yesterday; and oh yeah, you took him out for a drink, and finally . . . you've never done anything like this for either of us before?" Rosina said in a scolding manner. She counted on her fingers each point she made as she spoke. When she was finished she just stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at the pair of them.

Rosina was shorter than even her mother and everything about her could be described as Petite. Her blonde hair fell to the middle of her back and had a natural body-wave, like her mother's hair. Her exceptionally pretty gray eyes were scowling at her brother and mother now. She had an hourglass figure, but a very slender one. Instead of the generous curves of her mother, Rosina's curves were shallower, more conservative variation. Her hardworking attitude she took after her father, but her good looks she got from her mother, though her body was a combination of both her father's and mother's body types. She stood there in a tight blouse and form-fitting jeans, waiting for a response.

"Neither of you have ever turned Twenty-One. It's a big deal, your brother is a man now and I wanted to so something extra special to mark the occasion," Taryn said in a motherly manner that usually ended all discussions. "Now scoot young lady or you'll be late for school!" Taryn ordered, once again in a motherly manner.

"Fine," Rosina said, throwing her hands up in confused surrender before storming off down the hall.

"Where were we?" Taryn replied in a sultry tone of voice.

"We were about to take my morning shower." Owen said confidently.

"We?" Taryn asked with a sparkle of fear in her eyes.

"Yes, my Slave has fed me breakfast. You don't expect your Master to scrub himself, do you?" Owen said in an arrogant tone of voice, looking down his nose at his mother.

"Oh no, Master, it wouldn't do." Taryn replied with an excited tone in her voice that she tried to hide.

With that the pair of them got up, Taryn found Owen's bathrobe and put it on him. She looked both ways down the hall to see if anyone was coming. Quietly she padded down to the bathroom and made sure it was available before motioning for Owen to come. Owen strode proudly toward her and once inside he closed and locked the door behind him, ensuring their privacy. Proudly he walked over to the toilet and sat on it with the lid closed. Without a word he motioned for her to come closer and silently she did so.

"Let's have a good look at my Slave shall we? Lose the robe," Owen commanded and Taryn bit her lip slightly as she untied the robe and let it slip off of her body.

"Not bad, Slave, like I said last night you have a hot body," Owen said as his eyes leisurely walked over Taryn's completely nude form.

"Thank you, Master," Taryn replied, grateful that her Master approved of her body.

"This has to go," Owen said as he reached out and stroked the pubic hairs that covered her pussy-lips. "This, I want you to trim into the shape of an 'O', as a constant reminder of who owns it," Owen said as he looked up into his mother's eyes with a smirk on his face.

"Yes Master, but what will I tell your father when he sees it?" Taryn asked meekly, looking down at her feet, not sure if she liked that idea.

"If he does actually notice it, I will be amazed, but if he does say something, I'm sure you will think of something," Owen replied with an arrogant tone of voice as he looked up into Taryn's eyes where fear lived.

"Yes, Master, I hope your father never finds out, as I'm not sure what I would say," Taryn replied with apprehension in her voice as she looked deeply into Taryn's eyes.

"That brings up another point, don't call him that to me again," Owen said with a slight sneer on his face.

"Master?" Taryn asked, confused as to what Owen meant.

"Call him 'Richard' instead, don't call him 'my father' or 'your husband' again. For as of this moment he is your husband in name only, for you belong to me, don't you?" Owen said with a demanding tone of voice that conveyed his seriousness.

"But Master, he has been my husband for twenty-two years, I have a responsibility to him! What about sex?" Taryn asked with a fearful tone of voice her eyes starting to water.

"LISTEN!" Owen shouted. In a flash he reached up, thrust his index finger into Taryn's pussy and pulled it toward him until Taryn was standing in between his knees. "This belongs to me; you gave it to me freely last night didn't you?" Owen said firmly and in a quieter tone of voice as he started to slowly thrust his finger into her pussy.

"Yes, Master," Taryn admitted as pleasure shot through her from Owen's finger.

"Then you will have sex with nobody but me, unless I give you permission, understood?" Owen said with the same firm and commanding tone of voice as he removed his finger.

"But, Master, what am I to do about my h . . . Richard? Sooner or later he will want sex!" Taryn said with a downtrodden look on her face.

"Well, for one thing you are not to initiate any sexual play between the two of you," Owen said in a commanding tone of voice and looked into her eyes.

"Of course not, Master, I would never seek him for sex!" Taryn said in a fervent and convincing manner.

"But if he really wants it, and you insist on whoring yourself out to him, you must ask my permission . . . each time," Owen said with a deadly serious look on her face.

"Each time I am to ask you, Master?" Taryn replied with a horrified look on her face.

"Each and every time! I don't care where I am or what time it is, you are to contact me and ask my permission, understood?" Owen said in a confident tone of voice.

"Yes, Master," Taryn replied with a humbled and defeated tone of voice.

"Now, onto happier topics," Owen said with a chipper tone of voice. "I want you to go to a spa and have the full treatment! Anything you want, you do, make sure to spend as much of Richard's money as you can. I am sure that someone there should be able to trim your pussy in the manner that I have described, and yes, if you feel like having sex with any woman there, you may do so, you don't even need to ask me, but you had better tell me later! I will inspect you tonight to make sure that you are trimmed up properly," Owen said and looked into the wide eyes of a surprised Taryn.

"Yes, Master, thank you! "Taryn said with as much joy and happiness that she felt. "You really expect me to have sex with another woman?" Taryn asked with an astonished and fearful tone of voice.

"Have you ever?" Owen asked with a devious look on his face.

"No, Master never!" Taryn replied with wide eyes of shock.

"Then you may not know what you're missing. In that case, Slave, I want you to try to have sex with the woman who shaves you. You needn't succeed, but you must at least try!" Owen said with a determined look on his face.

Taryn babbled for a moment and her mouth hung open in shock for a half-moment before she simply said, "Yes, Master."

"Now, let's get on to my shower shall we?" Owen said with a firm tone of voice as he stood up and kissed Taryn.

Taryn then removed his robe and hung it up, along with hers that she picked up from the floor. Then she ran the water and adjusted the temperature to her liking. After gaining his approval over the temperature she pulled the leaver and the shower sprang to life. She stepped out of the way and let Owen walk into the shower first before joining him and closing the shower door behind her. It was a tub/shower so there was enough room for the two of them to be there. Taryn started with his hair, washing and rinsing it first. Then she grabbed the soap and lathered up his body starting at his head and working down to his feet, leaving his cock for last.

She loved the feel of his skin, even more so since it was slick with the soap. She loved serving him, she loved taking care of him, the more she served him the more she grew to understand; this was what made her happy. Everything about this simple act of washing her Master felt erotic to Taryn. Even though she was just running the bar of soap over his skin, his body felt electric to her. Once she finished washing his feet, she looked up at him from her place kneeling before him. With a silent nod he consented to what she obviously wanted to do: suck him.

Taryn quickly washed his cock and rinsed it off; she drew out the act to make it as sensual as possible. Once she was done washing it, she took it in her mouth and swallowed all of it. Nowhere in her mind was how odd it was for a mother to be sucking her son's cock. This was a natural as breathing to Taryn; she was sucking her Master's cock. To Taryn this was exactly what a good Slave did; she brought pleasure to her Master in any way she could. As that thick cock slid down her throat she didn't even start to gag. She was fast becoming adept at deep-throating him, she was proud of that. After barely a minute of sucking his cock, Owen pulled her head off of his cock.

"What's wrong Master? Didn't you like it?" Taryn asked with a hurt look on her face.

"I liked it a lot Slave, that was the problem, we don't have much time and there's something I would much rather do," Owen said as he looked down at his mother with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Oh yes, Master!" Taryn said with giddy excitement, her face beaming.

"Stand up and bend over!" Owen commanded with an arrogant look on his face.

Tarn stood up and turned to face away from him. She spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow and put her hands on the far wall to brace herself. She was full of excitement as she waited for her Master to fuck her once more. She needed to feel him inside her, she needed to feel compete once more. After a moment had passed and he had not entered her Taryn looked over her shoulder at him.

"Beg me for it," Owen said with a cheeky smirk.

"Oh, Master please fuck your Slave! She desperately needs it! She needs to feel your thick, gorgeous cock splitting her in two! Please, Master be good to your Slave and give her your cock that she needs so badly!" Tarn said in a mournful and pitiful, plea.

"You asked for it, Slave!" Owen said with a lustful growl as he thrust into Taryn with one quick thrust.

"OH, MASTER YES!" Taryn shouted out in a hissing tone of voice, before she could stop herself.

Rosina stopped packing her backpack and looked around her, did she really just hear that? For a moment she thought she heard her mother shout out something about "Master." She shook her head and decided she was just hearing things, her mother was the most conservative and boring mother she knew. There was no way that she would be doing anything as kinky as that with dad. She was sure they had only had sex twice in all their marriage.

"Keep quiet, Slave!" Owen scolded as he withdrew from her to begin their fucking.

"Yes, Master." Taryn replied in a quieter tone of voice as Owen continued to thrust into her madly.

Taryn hung her head and she had to concentrate on keeping quiet. She desperately wanted to shout out the joy and pleasure she was feeling, this time with him was better than last night, today she wanted him and had accepted that fact. She loved him immensely and to her, he was the only man she wanted, the only man she needed. His cock felt like pure pleasure as it slammed into her again and again. All Taryn could do was growl or moan now and again and even those she needed to keep an eye on her volume. A knocking at the door brought the two of them out of their private moment of pleasure.

"Honey, did you call me?" Richard asked, as he stood outside the door of the bathroom.

"What?" A confused Taryn asked as her son continued to fuck her madly.

"Did you call for me just now?" Richard asked once again.

"That'll be the day I call you Master." Taryn mumbled to herself. "No dear," Taryn shouted loud enough for her husband to hear.

"I heard you shout out just now, are you okay?" Richard asked as he tried to open the bathroom door.

"You heard it to dad?" Rosina asked with great concern as she approached her father.

"Yeah, I heard your mother call out, I thought she needed something. Did you hear what she said?" Richard asked Rosina with concern.

"Um, no I didn't hear what she said, I just heard her shout out," Rosina said with a troubled look on her face.

"I dropped the soap and it hit my foot." Tarn said quickly as she growled with pleasure that she had almost let sneak into her voice. "Please, Master stop until they leave," Taryn said quietly over her shoulder to Owen.

"Not a chance, Slave!" Owen said as he intensified his thrusting into her pussy.

"Are you okay dear?" Richard asked with greater concern as he once again knocked on the door.

"Fine dear, don't worry about it!" Taryn said in a calm tone of voice, that time she had to focus on how she said each word.

Owen decided not to play fair as he then thrust a finger up her ass and started to finger-fuck her ass as he continued to fuck her pussy with his cock. Taryn just gave him a dirty scowl over her shoulder and it didn't take long before Taryn was cumming. It was a hard fight not to shout out as waves of pleasure shot through her while Owen continued to fuck her madly. That seemed to draw out the pleasure of the moment, knowing that her husband and daughter were outside while she fucked her son. Just one scream would cause her husband to break the door down and then their private relationship would be exposed. A dark thought in her mind tried to get her to shout out, to make the world know what she was doing in here. She was able to keep her cool intact and rode through her climax in silence.

"Okay dear, as long as your okay," Richard said, and shrugged his shoulders as he walked away from the bathroom door.

"Oh you bastard, that was close!" Taryn said as she caught her breath, leaning up against the wall.

"I'm almost there! Get ready to kneel!" Owen said with hurried tone of voice.

"Master, please cum in me! I want to feel you cum deep inside me!" Taryn asked with a mournful tone of voice as she pleaded with Owen.

"Kneel!" Owen commanded as he pulled out of Taryn.

Taryn spun around and dropped to her knees before Owen. She opened her mouth to take him in her mouth but this time he just aimed his cock at her face and let the cum fly. Taryn closed her eyes just in time as the first blast landed on her left eyelid. Again and again ropes of cum washed over her face until Owen was spent and his knees got week from the intense cum.

"I'd better get outa here, see you tonight," Owen said as he stepped out of the shower. This let the water hit Taryn in the face, slowly washing away his cum from her face. "Love you, Slave," Owen said as he leaned back in and gave Taryn a peck on the lips.

"Love you too, Master," Taryn replied with a smile as she returned his kiss.

Owen picked up a town to dry himself off and Taryn was about to climb out and dry him off. Owen insisted that she stay and finish the shower, so everyone would think that she was taking a shower alone. Owen finished drying himself off and put his robe on when he was done. Opening the bathroom door carefully he looked up and down the hall making sure that nobody was coming. Confident that nobody would see him, he stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward his room.

Rosina's chin hit the floor when she saw her brother emerge from the bathroom. Her mother was supposedly in there alone and had said something about "Master." Something strange was going on here and she wanted to find out what it was. Why was her mother feeding her brother breakfast this morning? Why was her brother walking out of the bathroom looking freshly showered when her mother was in the shower? Could they actually have showered together? Rosina shook her head to get the unpalatable thought out of her mind. Shortly thereafter the shower stopped and not long after that did her mother emerge, also looking freshly showered. Rosina didn't know what to think but knew that she would keep an extra close eye on her mother and brother from now on.​