Incest/Taboo Big Changes At Home

"Honestly, you two! Behave yourselves," Taryn chuckled as she shook her head.

"Don't think I could forget about you, Taryn. I have been happier this past week than I have ever been. I love you not just as a son loves his mother or just as someone I'm sleeping with," Owen said with a loving and serious manner and for a moment he paused as he pondered just what to say to express how he felt. It was not easy and his fight to find the right words was evident on his face until he said, "You're so much more to me than that!"

"I know and I can't believe all that we've done this past week, and I know that as your mother I should be horrified . . . but I'm not." Taryn said with a slightly uncomfortable manner. "I know that it's a strange way to reconnect with your kids but I feel so much closer to both of you now than I ever have!" she added with a warm smile to both Owen and Rosina.

"I know what you mean, mom, before yesterday, I never really was that close with either of you," Rosina added with a sincere tone of voice and a slightly embarrassed manner. "I was too caught up in my own life: school, friends, studying, and now college. I loved the time we spent together today, mom, and hope we can all spend much more time together in the future." She spoke with a warm and friendly manner as she smiled at her mother. "And of course I look forward to many hours spent alone with you, Moe," she added in a sultry tone of voice, with a wicked grin spread across her face.

"As do I, look forward to each moment we spend together," Owen said with a naughty grin on his face as he looked first at Rosina and then at Taryn.

"But we do need to be careful or Richard will find out. He may be wrapped up in his own little world of that law firm, but if you two do a repeat performance of this morning when he's home again, even he will wonder what's up!" Taryn said with as firm a manner as she could muster in the loving mood that permeated the table. She held that, firm look for a moment before all three of them burst into laughter.

"Perhaps we should see how quiet you can be, eh Red?" Owen asked with a naughty flavor to his voice as he raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Taryn asked with a curious, yet fearful flavor to her voice.

"I mean why don't you just hop on up here and take a ride. We'll see if you can keep quiet enough, so as not to draw any attention to us?" Owen asked with a naughty, yet teasing flavor to his voice as he pushed back away from the table.

"Later, dear, I'll show you just how appreciative I am for this evening, but here in the middle of the restaurant is hardly the place!" Taryn replied with a nervous chuckle and wide eyes that betrayed the fear that she tried to hide within her.

"Red, get over here and ride my cock like a good little girl!" Owen said in an unambiguous tone of voice as he unbuckled pants, pulled them down and fished out his hard, fat cock.

Taryn looked at Owen's cock with absolute shock as her eyes bugged out and her chin hung open. She looked at it and then up into Owen's face and was flabbergasted. Quickly she looked around the restaurant to see if anyone had noticed her son exposing himself. To her frustration and horror she realized that they were in a secluded section with only one way in or out.

"Geez, mom, if you don't ride him, I will, and you know I can't keep quiet with that monster in my pussy!" Rosina said as she shifted in her seat, here eyes fixated on Owen's cock.

Taryn's lust grew within her and her decorum and restraint fought to keep her from fucking her son in the middle of the restaurant. Her need to obey her Master along with the longing to feel him inside her again won out in short order. In a flash she was hovering over his lap, facing him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself on the cock of the man she loved more than life itself. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips when she felt the fat cock invading her innermost depths. Slowly Taryn rose until the cock was almost out of her pussy before she slowly lowered herself down again.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Moe, cause, God help me, I can't resist you," Taryn said with a troubled look on her face while her body was awash in pleasure.

"Fuck him, mom! Fuck your son in a public restaurant while your daughter watches!" Rosina said in a hushed voice that was so full of lust that her voice sounded like a hiss.

"You horny little bitch, you just love this, don't you! Your own private little sex show!" Taryn said with a lustful growl as she turned her head and looked at her daughter.

Taryn steadily bounced on Owen's cock and tried to keep herself quiet, letting out only a sigh or quiet moan now and again. Boldly Owen reached up and slipped the straps of the dress off of Taryn's shoulders, pulling the top of the dress down. Once Taryn's breasts were in view, Owen leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth. Taryn grasped a handful of Owen's hair and hissed her excitement where otherwise she would have moaned loudly. Her bouncing on his cock quickened, it was her way to show her love of what he was doing to her body.

"This, my dear Slaves is the exact reason why you are not wearing bras or panties." Owen said with a commanding tone of voice that was polluted with a satisfied flavor. "In the future, around the house you will only wear skirts or dresses and the hems will be no longer than to your knees. As well you are not allowed to wear bras or panties in the house ever again! You may wear what you like outside the house, but once you come home, you must change, is that clear, my Slaves?" Owen said with a growl in his lust filled voice, his words slurred due to the fact that he didn't stop licking Taryn's breasts.

"Yes, Moe," Taryn and Rosina replied, somewhat in time.

"Excuse me?" Owen growled with a snarl.

"Yes, Master," Taryn and Rosina corrected themselves.

"That's better," Owen said with a pleased flavor to his voice.

They had almost forgotten the very public place that they were in and Taryn began to start bouncing up and down wildly. She desperately wanted release and her lust had possessed her, the wickedness of the situation was quickly pushing her over the edge. The sharp breath from the other end of the room brought everyone's attention and their heads snapped to look at the source.

There, standing in the entryway to the private section of the restaurant was their waiter carrying a tray with their dinners. He stood there with a stunned look on his face as Taryn continued to ride Owen's cock; her body was practically on auto-pilot. For thirty long seconds the waiter stood there, dumbfounded as to the hot scene unfolding before him.

"Y . . . you shouldn't be doing th . . . that," The waiter squeaked out with a stunned tone of voice, his lips barely moving and his eyes never blinking.

Owen looked at the man in question and could see that he was horny as hell, the bulge in his pants attested to that. He stood not much taller than Owen did was and looked to be somewhere in his early twenties. In fact he looked familiar, like someone he may have seen in one of his classes at college, but couldn't place him at the time. His brown hair was cut quite short in a typical "GQ" side part and his blue eyes were as wide as saucers. He looked thin and a little on the lean side, like he could use some time spent in the gym to put some muscle on his skinny frame. All in all he wasn't that homely looking, but he wasn't "Brad Pitt" either.

"Why don't you come over here and get better acquainted?" Owen asked as calmly as he could with his mother's pussy tightly gripping his cock at the moment.

"Cat, why don't you show our friend here how much we would appreciate his discretion on this matter," Owen said to Rosina with a wicked smile on his face as he tossed her a wink.

"Yes, Moe," Rosina replied with a giddy tone of voice as she stood up and walked with an exaggerated saunter towards the waiter.

It was clear that Rosina had no trouble following any order that Owen gave. The moral struggle that raged within her as to whether or not to serve him drained her of any fight she had. All she knew now was that she was a Slave to Owen and as such she would faithfully do anything he commanded. She was completely his to do with as he pleased, whenever he pleased and to whomever he pleased. It was with her eagerness to prove this to Owen that she walked confidently toward the waiter, who was still holding their dinner.

"That looks heavy, Honey, put that down over here," Rosina said with a sweet smile and a sultry tone of voice as she lightly tugged on the waiter's arm.

"Wha . . . wha . . . what are we going to do?" the stunned waiter said as he allowed himself to be led toward the table.

When they were near, Rosina unloaded the tray, placing the dinners at the appropriate place on their table. She then took the tray from the young waiter's hands and put it on a nearby table. Pulling a chair out from the table she lightly pushed the stunned waiter down onto the chair. When Rosina walked toward the waiter, starting to lift the hem of her dress Owen spoke up.

"We're not that appreciative, Cat," Owen said with a disapproving tone of voice.

Rosina stopped in her tracks and dropped to her knees right in front of the slack-jawed waiter. She reached up, unzipped his pants, yanked them and his underwear down, and grasped his hard cock in her small hands. She smiled up at the waiter whose name she didn't even know, leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

As Rosina's mouth descended on his cock, John looked down at the hot blonde who was now blowing him. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before! Sure he had a girlfriend and was having sex with her, but she only had made him wait until they had been going together for two months. Here a woman he had just met was now on her knees giving him a blowjob just because another guy told her to! It was wild and he almost didn't believe it was happening, but if it was a dream, he didn't want to wake.

"I like your cock, baby. It's the perfect size for this," Rosina said with a satisfied purr as she briefly took her mouth off of his cock to smile up at the man who owned the cock she was sucking.

John felt immensely proud, for never had anyone described his cock as perfect! He knew his cock wasn't as large as some men's but he knew his wasn't the smallest cock either. Just knowing that a hot chick like the one he was with could appreciate what he had to offer made him feel great. He let his head fall back as he sighed heavily and surrendered to the magical work of her mouth on his cock.

Rosina smiled to herself as she saw the gratified and relieved smile on the waiter's face. She didn't have the heart to tell him that the reason she saw his cock as perfect was that it was considerably shorter and thinner than Owen's comparative monster. She had a good shot at deep-throating this cock and planned to do so as quick as she could. Perhaps in deep-throating this cock, she could ready herself to finally take Owen's cock down her throat. With determination she closed her eyes and thrust her mouth forward. She soon felt the head of the cock hit the entrance to her throat and slip past it. She started to gag but that feeling passed quickly as a few inches of the cock slipped down her throat. When she felt pubic hair tickle her nose she opened her eyes to see her lips kissing the base of his cock. Rosina was pleased because she had voluntarily deep-throated her first cock. Energetically she withdrew the cock from her mouth and immediately thrust her mouth back down. She didn't pause at all when the head of the cock hit the entrance of her throat. She gagged again, but since she expected it, it didn't hit her as hard so she pressed on until again all of the cock was past her lips. Again and again, Rosina deep-throated the cock and she got more accustomed to the cock slipping down her throat. Her pace quickened as she became so focused on practicing her deep-throating technique. Rosina almost forgot that a man was attached to the cock she was sucking with all she had.

The suddenness and shock of the amazingly unbelievable experience accompanied with the best blowjob of his life was too much for John. With a grunt his hips bucked up and slammed his cock down Rosina's throat as it erupted with his cum. Rosina hadn't given a thought to what she was going to do with the strange man's cum. Once she felt the cum erupt down her throat she knew the question was answered for her. She swallowed repeatedly and John groaned nonstop as her throat milked his cock with all the cum he had to offer.

Taryn looked over her shoulder when John moaned to signal that he was about to cum. She saw that at that very moment that Rosina had all of his cock in her mouth and felt happy for her daughter. As strange as it was, she didn't feel odd to see her daughter sucking off a total stranger, instead she was proud. She knew that it meant a lot to Rosina to deep-throat Owen's cock and to see her doing so to this cock was a step down that road. It was the first time that Taryn looked at Rosina and felt closer to being her friend than her mother. The sight of her little girl's throat milking the young waiter's cock that had by now erupted was not repulsive, but hot.

Taryn let her head flop back as the complete decadence and wild abandon of the situation pushed her over the edge. A guttural moan escaped her lips before she snapped her head forward to kiss Owen with all the passion that she had at that intense moment. Her abundant red hair flipped forward and cascaded over Owen, covering both of their heads as they kissed through Taryn's and then Owen's orgasm. The clasping pussy of his dearest Slave pushed Owen over the edge and he let loose a torrent of cum up inside his mother's pussy. Taryn let go and slumped forward, melting her body against her beloved Master, both lovers breathing heavy as they tried to catch their breath. Taryn flipped her head to tame the wild mane of red hair, as she smiled at the man she loved and kissed him with a soft romantic kiss.

Everyone looked at each other with the satisfied smile of post-orgasmic bliss. With the exception of Rosina, who was simply happy to have achieved deep-throating a cock, even if it was a below-average, thin cock. To Rosina it was a major accomplishment and she couldn't wait for her next opportunity to try to deep-throat her Master's cock. Owen looked around the room and saw that there was an unmistakable air of sex in the room. Anyone who walked in would know in a second what had transpired, they had already tempted fate too much.

"As hot as this is, dinner is getting cold," Owen said with a slightly disappointed smirk on his face.

"Yeah, I'd better get back to work, or my boss will come looking for me," John said with a nervous chuckle. "Thanks for the . . . well, thanks," John said nervously. My name is . . ." John started to introduce himself, but Rosina cut him off.

"DON'T!" she shouted. "It's hotter this way, don't you think?" she added with a wink and a sultry smile. "And you're welcome," she said as she stood up.

Taryn separated herself from Owen reluctantly and pulled the top of her dress back up. Owen pulled his pants back up and straightened his clothes up as Rosina took her seat by the table. Without saying a word, John flashed a nervous smile at the three people at the table and walked away, not sure of what to say. The three people then enjoyed their dinner, albeit only slightly cooler than it could have been but they weren't complaining. It was a strangely causal dinner and nobody felt self-conscious about the wildly dangerous sex that just took place. They chatted and talked more like friends than family, strangely enough, they were a mixture of three: family, friends and lovers. Dinner was over and nothing of consequence happened during the rest of dinner. John refused to take any sort of tip from Owen and even gave them a discount on dinner.

"Where are we going? I thought we were going to the movies?" Rosina asked as she pointed in the general direction of the movie theater.

"You guy's look too hot for the movies! We're going dancing!" Owen said with a certain tone of voice as he motioned in the direction of a nearby nightclub.

"Sweetie, Rosie's only nineteen, we can't all get in," Taryn said in a motherly manner. She looked at Owen with a look of concern as they started walking to one of the few nightclubs that was mixed in amongst the restaurants.

"Please, she's hot, you both are, when have you ever known them to card a hot chick?" Owen laughed as he confidently strode toward the nightclub in question.

As expected the trio was waved on through only after the doorman let his eyes walk all over both Taryn's and Rosina's bodies. Once inside they grabbed a table near the dance floor and quickly ordered drinks. Rosina was excited to finally being given the chance to have her first drink in a bar. She had drunk beer at the odd college party this past year but this was the first time to be drinking in front of her mother. Owen restricted himself to one beer because he was driving. The ladies had a few drinks each and were quickly feeling tipsy. They were up dancing as a trio for almost every song, sitting down only when they needed to rest. Being in a bar with Owen brought back memories of one week ago when Taryn's life took a drastic turn.

"Hey my studly, Moe, why don't you take that horny little bitch over there and fuck her in the bathroom, eh?" Taryn said with a giddy giggle as she leaned over to talk to Owen. She leaned over a little too far and crashed into Owen and elbowed him in the ribs before bursting into laughter.

"What?" Rosina squeaked, not sure if she should take offense or be excited over Taryn's last comment.

"Good idea, Red," Owen said with a mischievous grin to Taryn before turning to Rosina. "Cat, go into the men's room, go to the farthest stall and wait for me," he said with confidence to Rosina and turned his attention back to Taryn.

"WHAT?" Rosina shouted, not sure if she felt safe doing this.

"NOW!" Owen shouted without looking away from Taryn whom he was chatting with at the time.

"Yes, Moe," Rosina replied in a subdued tone of voice.

Rosina then stood up and walked toward the ladies room before slipping quickly into the men's bathroom. She scanned the room, hoping to find it empty, but to her horror she saw a man washing his hands. He chuckled and gave her a queer look before his eyes wandered over her body in an obvious way as he wavered slightly in his stance.

"Wrong door huh, honey?" The man asked with a chuckle; a sparkle of desire lived in his eye. As he spoke it was clear that he was seriously buzzed at the very least.

Thinking quickly, Rosina acted very drunk and staggered towards the far stall. The man just laughed as Rosina crashed through the far bathroom stall door, slamming it closed behind her, clumsily. Her heart thumped in her chest as her embarrassment hit her. In order to keep up her drunken front up, Rosina made retching sounds until she heard the man leave.

The look of desire that had been in the man's eye made Rosina worried, and the incident had scared her. What if the man had decided to take advantage of her drunken state? Even since she was, more or less sober, with his considerable size advantage, there would be little she could do to stop him from having his way with her. Sure she wanted to please Owen and would willingly do what he said without question. Owen was always around when she obeyed him, she felt safe with him around. She felt protected in his presence so she could easily do anything he asked of her then, he was her comfort zone.

"You need help, honey?" The drunken man asked from behind her.

Rosina snapped her head to look over her shoulder and to her terror she saw that the man that she had thought had left was now standing in the open stall door. Rosina was still bending over the toilet from when she was faking to vomit. This meant that she was bent over and in perfect position for the man to fuck her, her ass was offered up as if on a silver platter.

"I. . . I'm f . . . fine," Rosina stammered out in a weak tone of voice, still bending over.

Rosina's mind had frozen, she didn't know what to do or how to react. Panic had gripped her mind tightly and she was so confused and terrified that she didn't even struggle or fight back. This drunken man was much larger than she was and she was all alone. Her worst fear was about to be realized as she watched in dread as he stated to unbuckle his pants. He laughed a cocky, laugh as he staggered in toward Rosina, his pants fully undone, and his dick now waving in front of him. He had just put his hand on the small of Rosina's back when the bathroom door opened up.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Owen shouted as he saw the drunken man whose pants were hanging down as he walked into the last stall.

"Piss off pall, I'm trying to get some pussy," the man said in an angry slur towards Owen before he turned his attention to Rosina and walked forward slightly.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY GIRL!" Owen shouted as he rushed towards the mountain of a man who towered over him.

Owen was in an absolute rage beyond the reach of any logic as he quickly spanned the distance between the drunken man and himself. As soon as he was in reach of the man, Owen grasped his shoulder and tossed him back, sending the man staggering backwards, until he hit the far wall. With his pants down at his ankles the stunned drunken man presented a very visible and tempting target for Owen's foot. With a swift kick not unlike a kicker in an NFL football game punting the ball, Owen punted the drunken man's balls. This caused the drunken man to break into tears like a little girl, holding his injured balls. He was no danger to anyone, nor would he be anytime soon but Owen was in such a rage that this was not good enough for him. He rushed toward the crying man with his fist raised to punch him. Had it not been for Taryn, Owen may have beaten the man to death without even realizing it.

Taryn had rushed to investigate the instant Owen screamed after opening up the bathroom door. She arrived just in time to see Owen toss the man to the wall and punt his nuts. Once she started to pull Owen off of the drunken man Rosina joined in and the pair got him out of there. They swiftly left the nightclub and dropped a hundred dollar bill to smooth any possible troubles with the establishment. By the time they had found a small coffee shop around the way, Owen had calmed down. The adrenaline rush of the whole incident had quickly sobered up Taryn and Rosina. As they sipped their coffee, while Rosina was in the washroom, Taryn decided to discuss the incident with Owen.

"Owen dear, you have to be more careful in the future," Taryn said with an urging tone of voice, as she leaned over the table and grasped Owen's hand.

"I know," Owen replied in an ashamed tone of voice as he sighed a deep sigh of regret.

"That girl loves and trusts you implicitly, as do I!" Taryn said with a firm and loving tone of voice. "Both of us will happily do whatever you ask, you know that," Taryn added with a tone of touching conviction.

"I know, Taryn," Owen smiled a loving smile back at Taryn to convey how much that meant to him.

"But you have to think about what you're having us do, dear. You must take into account how safe it is, what the risks of us getting exposed are? That incident in the bathroom is an example of you giving an order that wasn't safe. Ordering a pretty girl to walk into a men's room in a bar all by herself? What were you thinking?" Taryn said in a shocked tone of voice as she lightly glared into his eyes with a look of disbelief.

"I wasn't. I just thought it would heighten it for her if she had to go and wait for me, you know build the anticipation," Owen said with a sad tone of voice before he sighed heavily and continued. "I didn't think that anything might happen to her in there . . . I just didn't think about it," he said with a dejected tone of voice.

"You have to consider the consequences of your orders, Honey. What if someone who knew us had spotted you and I having sex in the restaurant?" Taryn said with a fearful tone of voice. "How were you planning on explaining that?" Taryn asked with a daring tone of voice. It wasn't a moment later before both she and Owen burst into laughter over the mental picture of Owen trying to do just that.

"That would be a hard one to explain," Owen admitted as their laughter died down.

"I don't regret what we do. I just don't want to have to explain to anyone about what we do in private," Taryn said as Rosina returned and slid into the booth next to Owen.

"Hey, Rosie, how you doing?" Owen asked Rosina as she slid right up to him and embraced him from the side in an unmistakable, tenderly intimate manner.

"I'm okay, I was quite scared there. I was sure that he was going to . . ." Rosina said in a fearful tone of voice before her voice cracked and she couldn't continue, so she buried her face in Owen's shoulder for comfort.

"I'm so sorry, Rosie, I will be much more careful with what I have you do in the future. Can you forgive me?" Owen asked Rosina with a sincere and loving look that implored for understanding.

"I know you didn't mean for that to happen, and you did save me. So in my books, you're still my hero." Rosina said with a teary smile on her otherwise troubled face as she kissed him a loving kiss.

"I won't let anything happen to either of you two. I won't put either of you at risk again." Owen said with a certain and firm tone of voice, with a tear in his eye.

"We know, dear," Taryn replied with a loving and genuinely touched manner as she smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

The trio casually walked back toward the car with their arms around each other. While part of them knew that they were holding each other in far too intimate an embrace for family to be seen in public, they didn't care. The incident in the bathroom scared the three of them as it highlighted the risks of tossing out commands without due consideration of the consequences. Rosina was almost raped because of Owen's thoughtlessness. The fear of anything happening to any of them made them treasure each other that much more. Little was said on the ride home as Taryn and Rosina cuddled up in the back, with mother comforting daughter after a troubling time. When they did arrive at the house and saw Richard's car parked, they decided to leave the bags of purchases in the trunk.

"Ah there you three are!" Richard said with glee from the living room as Taryn, Rosina, and Owen came into view. "Where'd you guys go?" he asked with a light and curious tone of voice and it was clear that he wasn't mad.

"We got tired of staring at these four walls so we decided to go out to dinner, and the evening got away from us," Taryn said with a loving smile as she walked toward her husband who had been watching TV.

"New dress?" Richard asked as Taryn leaned over and kissed him.

"No, I've had this for ages," Taryn laughed with a dismissive chuckle as she sat down in the sofa next to her husband. "Goodnight you two," Taryn said with a warm smile to Owen and Rosina that she tried to keep parental and calm.

"Goodnight, mom, dad," Owen and Rosina said as they walked upstairs with their arm around each others waist.

Without saying a word, nor needing to, they walked silently into Owen's room. Striping nude calmly and casually they slipped into bed, once they were nude. Soon they were settled into the tender embrace of lovers and fell asleep in each other's arms. Rosina felt safe, being held by the man she loved, her Master. Despite the trying time in the bathroom that night it didn't bother her, for she was with the man whom she knew would always protect her.
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