Incest/Taboo Reformation

Now that the funeral was over, Heather wanted to leave, finally putting the experience behind her. Finally the large man walked away, giving her an opening to do the polite thing before she could leave. She put her glass down and strode confidently over to the grieving family to offer her condolences. As she approached she was not seen by the family but could hear them speak, thinking themselves to be in private. Heather was about to make her presence known, and introduce herself when she overheard part of their conversation.

"That was nice of them, don't you think, Master?" Rosina said cheerily as she rubbed Owen's hand, hoping to brighten his mood.

Upon hearing Rosina call her brother, Owen, "Master", Heather stopped in mid-stride and ducked in behind a nearby pillar, and leaned up against it. She looked like she was casually waiting for someone, but really she was listening intently to the private discussion the Thompson's were having. She put her sunglasses on quickly in order to look more inconspicuous and conceal her sideways glances at the Thompson's.

"Don't call him that in public!" Taryn angrily hissed as quietly as she could.

"Nobody's listening! I don't get what the big deal about other people hearing us calling him Master is anyway!" Rosina snapped back in a defiant yet hushed tone of voice.

"Other people will not understand the unique nature of our family, that's why!" Taryn snarled and stared at Rosina with a stern expression.

"It's been four years! I don't care who knows that Owen is our Master, I'm proud to serve him, but you're embarrassed!" Rosina scoffed.

"I am not embarrassed! Other people will not understand, and it could create a lot of problems for us! I wish that everyone could know about us, I really do. If we weren't related, than maybe we could be more open, but we are related and we have to be careful who we let know about us. That's why we need to be careful what we say in public," Taryn said in a hushed yet confident tone of voice.

"You're right, I know," Rosina said in a drained tone of voice.

"It was nice of the firm to give us this, don't you think, Moe? Here you go," Taryn said as she slid the envelope over to Owen.

"What you giving it to me for, Mom, it's your cheque!" Owen retorted as he slid the envelope back to Taryn.

"I know it is made out to me, but it is your place to decide what we do with it. This is symbolic of that," Taryn replied, a in a hushed but slightly stern tone of voice.

"It's your cheque, you're the parent, you figure it out," Owen huffed as he shoved the envelope back to Taryn.

Heather glanced over to the trio on the table and saw Owen sitting on one side of the table and Taryn and Rosina sitting beside each other on the other side of the table. Rosina wore a slightly perplexed look on her face as she glanced back and forth between Owen and Taryn. Taryn was sitting upright, with her face red with increasing anger but she tried hard to keep her composure and not make a scene. Owen sat there slouched over, looking sullen as he stared at the table, not looking at Taryn when he spoke.

"But you are our, Master, it is your place to lead us and take care of these things," Taryn replied in a hushed tone of voice as she pushed the envelope back towards Owen.

"I thought we weren't supp . . ." Rosina started out in a mocking tone of voice but Taryn cut her off.

"Shut up!" Taryn hissed as she snapped at Rosina.

"I can't do this," Owen said regrettably as he pulled his hands off the table and sat upright.

"I know you can't cash the cheque, it is in my name, I know that. You hold onto it for now and when you've decided what we're doing with it, I'll sign it and we'll do whatever you decide, Moe," Taryn replied in a shaky tone of voice, fear entering into her voice as she pushed the cheque further towards Owen.

"No, this, us, I can't do 'us' anymore, I won't be responsible for killing you two like I did Dad!" Owen said as he got up from the table.

Heather's eyes snapped back to the table and she looked intently at Owen, now wanting answers. What did Owen mean when he said that he had killed Richard? While she was curious about how Owen became the Master to his Mother and Sister that was not as important to her as knowing what really happened to Richard. She watched the Thompson's intently as she hoped they would shed more light on this.

"I release you, I release both of you! I just can't do this, anymore!" Owen said with a shaky voice as he started to walk away from the table.

"NO!" Taryn shrieked as she bolted up from the table. She rushed over and grasped Owen's arm and stopped him from walking away from her. "Let's talk about this! You didn't kill him!" Taryn urged as passionately as she could while trying to keep her voice down.

"I just can't do this anymore!" Owen said with teary eyes as he looked intently into Taryn's eyes. "I just can't do this anymore, not after what happened to Dad," Owen said as he pulled gently out of Taryn's grasp and walked swiftly out of the building.

As Owen walked away, Taryn's head bowed as she fought hard not to cry. Her fight was futile and she was only able to keep her tears inside until Owen was out of the reception hall, then the tears flowed and she almost collapsed where she stood. Rosina rushed to Taryn's side, to comfort her as well as understand what just happened, for she refused to believe that Owen was really gone. As soon as she could Rosina wrapped her arms around Taryn and held her mother tightly. When Taryn felt Rosina's arms encircle her she clutched the young woman tightly.

"Where is Moe going?" Rosina asks with her voice trembling with fear as she stares at the closed door to the reception hall. "He's coming back, right?" Rosina asks with a fearful tone of voice.

"I don't know," Taryn cries out as she clutches Rosina tightly, "Let's hope he just needs some time," she added as she strained to keep her voice straight and comfort Rosina. "We have each other, though," she added before she broke down crying uncontrollably, Rosina with her. Karen and Veronica rush over to them and also hugged both women in an effort to comfort the two sobbing women. Both Karen and Veronica, like most people in the hall simply thought that the strain of the day had gotten the better of them. The four-woman hug continued for some time yet in the futile effort to quell the tears that freely flowed at the moment.

Heather looked at the women hugging and then at the door where Owen departed through and wondered what to do. It was not her place or typical behaviour to get involved in other people's lives as she hated it when other people stuck their nose into her business. This however merited looking into, there were too many unanswered questions concerning Richard's death, for her to let the matter drop.

Heather had broken things off with Richard four years ago after she found her feelings for him developing too strong for her to maintain the strictly business relationship. Richard was a "one-on-one" client of hers, a client who came to her for the purpose of being dominated by a woman. She was paid well for each session and usually a client only stayed with her for a few years before finding a cheaper way to get the domination they needed. Richard was the longest client to stay with her and near the end she had even considered starting a personal relationship with him. That was the end, when she started thinking of him when he wasn't around and missing him, she knew it had to end before she got personally involved with a client.

The business side of Heather was telling her to go home and leave this family to their own problems. Yet the part of her that still cared for Richard needed to know what happened to him before it could put the matter to rest. Heather sighed as she knew she was not going to get the answers from Taryn or Rosina, at least not while the other two women were around. No, the answers she sought were within the troubled mind of the man who strode out of the reception hall. The question was, how far would she go to find out what she needed to know? How far into the personal matters of the Thompson family was she willing to involve herself in order to find out Richard's final fate? Heather huffed, silently cursing herself for getting involved as she strode confidently towards the door.
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Owen kicked a rock as he walked down the road, not sure where he was going or where he was going to sleep that night. All Owen knew was that he needed out of there and away from Taryn and Rosina. The weight of his father's death rested on his shoulders and he couldn't crush another person like he had his father. Owen told himself that it was the domination that he allowed to consume his life that killed his father. He wanted to live a normal life and put the dark chapter of dominating his family behind him. The thoughts of that time only brought back pain despite the fact that he already started missing Taryn and Rosina in ways a man shouldn't miss his Mother and Sister. He didn't notice the car pull up beside him or the passenger window roll down.

"We need to talk," Heather said confidently as she drove her car in pace with Owen's walking.

"No we don't," Owen said without even looking at Heather.

"Yes we do, it's about your family," Heather said and at that, Owen stopped.

Owen looked at the woman who was speaking at him from the late-model black Mercedes and found that he was looking at an attractive, middle-aged Chinese woman. She was dressed in a cream coloured business suit and wearing sunglasses. Her black hair fell straight but only reached her shoulders, framing her oval face. Her narrow nose pointed to her puffy lips that were pressed together as she tried to keep her cool. Her body was long, slender and lean, and her breasts were in line with what one would expect with her athletic build.

"What business is it of yours what goes on in my family?" Owen defiantly spoke as he leaned in slightly towards Heather.

"I knew your father for ten years," Heather said calmly and confidently.

"So!" Owen snorted.

"We were involved for ten years," Heather said calmly and confidently.

"Who are you?" Owen asked, his mind reeling, curious and scared as to who she might be.

"Heather," Heather replied calmly and confidently, with a smirk on her face. Owen's eyes went wide at the mention of her name. "Yes, I'm THAT Heather. I was your father's Dominatrix for ten years, now get in, we need to talk," she added as she pressed the electronic unlock button.

"What about?" Owen asked in shaky confidence.

"About your Slaves," Heather said calmly and confidently.

"What?" Owen replied in shock as his eyes bugged out of his head in fear.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble, nor am I trying to pick you up, Dominants don't do anything for me. Now get in, I just want to talk," Heather said in something similar to a compassionate tone of voice.

Owen said nothing as he slowly got into Heather's car. He was still buckling himself in when she sped away from the curb. Owen was not sure if this was a good move or not, but it felt like the right thing to do and he had nowhere else to go and nothing better to do. He was just wondering if he was going to regret it before long.
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Later that night, once Taryn, Rosina, Karen and Veronica had returned home, the four of them were sitting around the kitchen table, sipping on tea. They were unwinding and relaxing from the emotional day. Taryn and Rosina had red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, making evident the fact that they had done a lot of crying since Owen had stormed off. For now, they were all cried out, and simply felt a little depressed, and somewhat lost without him.

"I can't believe he's gone," Rosina said in a mournful tone of voice as she put her cup of tea down and rested her head on her hands.

"Neither can I," Taryn said in a sympathetic tone as she rubbed Rosina's back.

"What will become of us?" Rosina said with a waver in her voice as she looked at Taryn with fearful eyes.

Taryn moved her chair beside Rosina and embraced her from the side. Rosina leaned in to the embrace from her Mother and Mistress seeking comfort in the arms of the one woman who knew how she felt. Taryn stroked Rosina's shoulder and both women seemed marginally happier, due to the embrace.

"I'm sure he just needs some time on his own to sort things out," Karen said in a compassionate tone of voice as she reached across the table and held Rosina's hand.

"He'll be home in no time," Veronica said in an understanding tone as she patted Taryn's shoulder.

"I hope so, I don't think I could bear to lose him," Taryn said with a sigh of pain and regret. After glancing at Karen she quickly yet nervously added, "so soon after Richard . . . losing Richard was hard enough . . . despite what he did."

"We all expect our children to leave home, but not quite like that," Karen said in an understanding tone as she looked into Taryn's eyes where a spark of anger momentarily lived.

Taryn wanted to correct Karen and inform her that she was not an overprotective mother but a heartbroken woman whose husband had just left her. In her heartache and pain she wanted to let someone know the ache in her heart, and almost opened up to Karen and Veronica. Taryn knew that Karen would never understand the bond and unusual relationship she had with her children, though in truth she didn't see them as her children any more.

"Yes, exactly," was all that Taryn said with just the hint of anger in her voice.

"Well, everything will seem better in the morning. We should get some rest," Karen said as she stood up and gathered up the mugs at the table.

"Well, we do need some rest," Taryn conceded as Karen walked into the kitchen and put the cups in the sink.

"Goodnight, Taryn," Karen said as Taryn stood up and started to yawn and stretch.

Karen walked up to Taryn and gave her what she now considered a normal greeting. Karen wrapped her arms around Taryn, pulled their bodies tightly together and gave her a peck on the lips. Taryn seemed a little surprised at so friendly a greeting, and was pondering whether or not to say something, as Karen released her grip on Taryn.

"Goodnight, Karen," Taryn managed to say as Karen turned her attention to Rosina.

"Goodnight, Rosie," Karen said as she gave Rosina the same intimate hug and kiss.

"Goodnight, Karen," Rosina said as she flashed a raised eyebrow look to Taryn.

Veronica was tickled pink at the way that Karen was now greeting Taryn and Rosina. Veronica quickly deduced that Karen saw Taryn and Rosina as family now and was simply greeting them in the way that she now normally greeted other family members. Veronica now knew that she had successfully altered the way her mother acted around family members. The wheels started turning in Veronica's mind as to just how far she could push her mother's affectionate behaviour. For now, Veronica saw a golden opportunity and was not going to pass it up.

"Goodnight, Taryn," Veronica said as she walked up to Taryn with her arms outstretched.

"Goodnight, Ronnie," Taryn said as she opened her arms and welcomed the goodnight embrace.

Veronica's greeting was just like Karen's and Veronica was delighted to finally get this close to Taryn. She had been admiring Taryn from afar for some time now and loved feeling the warmth of Taryn's body pressed right up against hers. Leaning in for the kiss, she was happy that Taryn did not refuse her this ultimate stolen pleasure that night. It was hard for Veronica to keep her kiss to just a peck on the lips. As quick as the embrace started, it was over as Veronica released her grip on Taryn and turned her attention to Rosina.

"Goodnight Rosie," Veronica said pleasantly as she opened her arms and hugged, Rosina.

"Goodnight, Ronnie," Rosina said as she opened her arms and stepped towards Veronica.

Veronica and Rosina embraced each other at the same time and hugged each other just as tightly. The kiss was supposed to be just a peck on the lips but it seems that one of the ladies was just a little too worked up for that to be all. As Rosina pulled back to break the kiss, Veronica quickly and unconsciously extended the kiss with another peck on the lips. When the kiss was finally over, Veronica looked at Rosina with fear and embarrassment but Rosina just winked at her to ease Veronica's spirit. Relieved, Veronica released Rosina and walked with her arm around her mother's waist towards their bedrooms. Taryn and Rosina walked towards the living room, with their arms around each other's waist.

"Friendly pair tonight, aren't they?" Taryn asked with a slight giggle.

"I'll say, Veronica certainly didn't want the kiss to end," Rosina added with a light chuckle.

"I saw that, I think we have something in common with both of them," Taryn said as they started to convert the couch to the bed that they sleep in by moving the couch cushions.

"Well, Veronica, seems to like women, I've caught her looking at us and a few different women from time to time. I don't know about Karen though." Rosina said as she helped Taryn pull the bed out of the couch.

"Have you forgotten that incident between Karen and me, years ago?" Taryn asked as she retrieved the quilt from its storage spot.

"Yeah, but nothing has happened since, has it? You've even tried a few times to spark something and she has turned you down flat each time. With Veronica, I bet you if either one of us marched into her bedroom right now, we could have our way with her, gladly!" Rosina said as she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor beside her.

"True," Taryn said as she pulled her shirt off.

Both women stripped down nude and crawled into bed, cuddling up to each other, nude, as they had every other night they had been there. Taryn was lying on her back, and Rosina was cuddled up to her with her head resting on Taryn's shoulder. Taryn and Rosina's legs were intertwined and Taryn was mindlessly stroking Rosina's hair in a calming and soothing manner. Their embrace was more like lovers than mother and daughter, so it was normal for them.

"I still say that deep down Karen may be attracted to women, she just hasn't accepted it yet. She may just need a nudge in order to accept that part of who she is. Just like her submissive side that she hasn't come to terms with yet," Taryn said in a calming thought.

"Well, we have accepted both and we are happy, aren't we?" Rosina asked with a warm tone of voice.

"Absolutely, only one thing could make our happiness complete," Taryn said as she looked down at Rosina who looked up at her at the same time.

"Master," Taryn and Rosina said at the same time, in the same sad tone of voice.

"I miss him, so much," Rosina said as she snuggled back into the embrace with Taryn and clutched her tight.

"I miss him, too," Taryn agreed as she held Rosina tighter.

"I can't believe he's gone." Rosina sighed heavily. "I never imagined that Master would leave us! I don't know what I would do without you, Mistress Red," she said as she looked at Taryn with fearful eyes and added, "You'll take care of me, won't you? Tell me, I'm still your Slave. As long as you are my Mistress and I am your Slave, we'll be okay. We can hold things together until Master's return . . . right?"

"Sure, Cat, I'm still your Mistress Red," Taryn said in a loving and assuring way as she held Rosina's head close to hers.

"He'll come back, right?" Rosina asked with a fearful tone of voice.

"How could he stay away from you for too long? He'll come back for your tight little pussy before you know it!" Taryn said with a giggle as she spoke directly into Rosina's eyes.

"Nah, he'll be back for your great big tits," Rosina said with a giggle as she smiled at Taryn.

"You mean these?" Taryn asked as she pulled back the covers to reveal her nude torso, including her large breasts.

"Those are the ones!" Rosina said with glee as she effortlessly broke Taryn's grip on her head and proceeded to the nearest exposed nipple.

Rosina sucked hard on Taryn's right nipple, and lightly caressed Taryn's left breast. Taryn threw her head back and revelled in the glorious sensation of having her nipples sucked. Since they had arrived at Karen's no sex had happened between any of the three of them, and the neglect had been starting to wear on her, on both of them it seemed. Despite the fact of Owen's departure, (that they convinced themselves would be short-lived), passions had been ignited and the flames of lust were swiftly consuming them.

"I haven't been lactating since you were a baby, but holy shit, the way you suck my tits, I swear you will get some milk out of them yet!" Taryn moaned as she thrashed her head from side to side.

"I would LOVE to suck some milk out of these beauties! I say when Master gets back we get you pregnant!" Rosina huskily moaned as she switched her oral attention to Taryn's left nipple.

"It's too late for me, honey. It has been a few years since I could get pregnant," Taryn said as she started to caress and stroke Rosina's hair.

"Not for me! I've always said I would love to have Master's children," Rosina said with a slur, as she spoke with her mouth still in contact with Taryn's left breast.

"I've always said it's too dangerous, for you to have Master's children," Taryn replied as she thrashed her head from side to side and her body starting to squirm under Rosina's expert mouth.

"We're a family and families should have children!" Rosina said as she began to lick the underside of Taryn's left breast, licking her way to Taryn's other breast.

"Ugh! Shut up and focus on what you're doing!" Taryn grunted in a demanding tone.

"Yes, Mistress Red," Rosina replied compliantly and did just that, focusing her efforts on pleasing Taryn's breasts.

While Taryn was close to cuming just from Rosina's licking and sucking on her breasts, it was not quite enough. It took just nudge to push her over the edge, or rather the right rub. Rosina slid a hand down her mother's body and rubbed the bud of pleasure in just the right way to bring Taryn to orgasm. Taryn grabbed two fistfuls of bed-sheets as she whimpered and hummed, trying desperately to keep quiet while her long-neglected pussy erupted in pleasure. Her whole body shook and quaked as waves of pleasure rocked the forty-seven year old mother of two. Finally spent, her orgasm over Taryn slumped back down on the bed and basked in the pleasant sensation of Rosina's continued breast-licking.

"My turn!" Taryn said as she gave Rosina a hard shove, directing her daughter, lover and Slave onto her back. "One good cum deserves another, don't you think?" she added with glee as she hovered over Rosina's body, her own breasts hanging low and lewdly from her body.

"Absolutely, Mistress Red," Rosina giggled as she awaited Taryn's talented tongue.

"You've been a good little Slave so far but, I'm not sure you deserve to have your Mistress pleasure your tits . . . Beg me!" Taryn said in a smug and superior fashion as she looked down at Rosina with a demanding expression on her face.

"Please, Mistress Red, please suck my tits! I need to feel your tongue on them! I need to feel your lips kissing them! I need your touch, I've missed our special times together, Please, Mistress Red, don't make your Slave wait another second for your loving touch!" Rosina pleaded in a needy whine.

Taryn growled as she leaned down and wrapped her lips around Rosina's right nipple, eliciting a squeal of delight from the young woman. Taryn sucked hard on that nipple causing Rosina's eyes to roll into the back of her head as the intense delight washed through her. Taryn was merciless as she attacked Rosina's bosom with all the tricks and inside knowledge that the four years of their sex and intimacy had given her.

Taryn knew every inch of Rosina's body and just what buttons to push to drive her crazy. Rosina likewise knew every inch of her mother's body and just how to bring her mother to orgasm with seemingly little effort. After all these years, Rosina was still jealous and fixated on her mother's breasts. Oddly enough, Taryn had an equal fixation on her daughter's breasts and had since accepted that she was a "tit-girl" with a fetish for breasts (the larger the better).

Taryn sucked and played with Rosina's breasts and both women drew great pleasure from the act. Taryn loved to suck on tits almost as much as she loved to have her tits sucked on. Rosina was losing control and as the minutes ticked by she was making ever more noise. It came to a point that Taryn knew that something had to be done, something was needed to quiet Rosina down, or at least muffle her squeals.

"Usually I love to hear you scream and squeal, Cat but we can't get caught, so you need to shut up," Taryn said as she paused her licking of Rosina's breasts to scold Rosina.

"Sorry, Mistress Red, but I've missed you so much, I can't help it!" Rosina replied in an apologetic whine.

"That's what I thought, and I've missed you too," Taryn said with a smirk on her face as she shook her head. "I know just the thing to handle this problem," Taryn said with a giggle and winked at Rosina's puzzled expression.

Taryn stood up and swiftly planted a knee on either side of Rosina's head and before she could squeal her delight, Taryn had her face between Rosina's legs. Both women loved to sixty-nine, as it allowed them to thank the other for the pleasure they were receiving. Taryn was the first to lick pussy as she flicked her tongue across Rosina's clit. Rosina, was not to be outdone wrapped her lips around Taryn's clitoris and sucked hard. Both women licked, sucked, probed, and prodded licked each other's now dripping wet pussies with wild abandon.

These long-standing lovers were not at all uncomfortable with either having sex with another woman or having sex with a member of their immediate family. All they saw was a lover, someone whom they loved dearly and wanted to please, and please they did, well into the night. After countless orgasms were given and received, these beauties collapsed into each other's arms, covered in sweat and pussy-juice, exhausted and satisfied.

While they loved making love to each other, they still missed their Master, and longed for his touch. They had convinced themselves that he would come back to them in a few days. They felt strongly that he would not be able to resist the pull that drew them together anymore than they could. It was this single belief that kept them together, for if they thought for a moment that Owen would not return, they would not be able to function. They needed him like they needed air, his touch, power and control was what they craved. The two incestuous lovers only hoped that he needed them as badly as they needed him, yet only time would tell.
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