Incest/Taboo Reformation

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Karen​

That next morning Karen's head throbbed and ached with a pounding headache while she started to stir and wake up. She looked around her bedroom and noticed that it was later than she usually woke up, obviously she had slept in. As she rubbed her eyes that morning, lifelike images of a very disturbing dream came back to her and flashed across her mind. In her dream she actually had sex with her daughter, Veronica and submitted to her, becoming her Slave! In her twisted dream she actually revelled and loved having her daughter as her Mistress. A sigh from the other part of the bed struck Karen as strange, as she always slept alone, the movement in the bed confirmed that she was not alone. Karen looked over to the other side of the bed and got the shock of her life, Veronica was in bed with her!

"OH MY GOD!" Karen screamed in shock as she bolted upright, terror gripping her mind. She grasped her hungover head in pain from her own loud outburst.

"Wha? What? What is it?" Veronica sputtered as she awoke in a start and sat up as well, looking around to see what was the matter.

When Veronica sat up in bed the covers fell off her, revealing her nude upper body to her mother. Karen looked at Veronica and was shocked by three things at the same exact instant. For one, her daughter was actually in her bed with her! For two, Veronica was seemingly completely nude, and her body looked exactly like it had been in her disturbing dream! Finally, and perhaps the most disturbing was the fact that Karen liked the sight of her daughter's very large and very nude, breasts. Karen could not help herself from drinking in and admiring her own daughter's nude body. Finally, Karen snapped herself back to reality, and took control of the situation.

"What are you doing in my bed, and where are your clothes?" Karen demanded forcefully while keeping her voice down, as she pointed at the Veronica's breasts.

"After messing about in the living room last night, we sorta ended up here, we messed around a little more and just fell asleep. My clothes are in the same place yours are, in a pile on the living room floor," Veronica replied in a slightly challenging tone as she motioned towards Karen's torso.

Karen looked down and was shocked to see that she too was nude! Instantly her hands reached up and covered up her bared breasts. Then the horrifying reality hit her that it was no dream! She had indeed had sex with her daughter, Veronica and became her daughter's Slave! Karen had a hard time processing that such bizarre events could take place in anyone's life let alone her calm and predicable one. Karen was mortified and horrified to think that it might be remotely possible that the perverted memories that were coming back to her could be true. The one thing Karen needed right now was space, space from everyone so she could ponder and reflect on the events of the previous night. Karen's mind indeed started to shut down and the only impulse left was to flee.

"I have to go," was all that Karen said with a drained tone before she jumped out of bed and grasped her housecoat on her way out of her bedroom.

"MOM, WAIT!" was all that Veronica got out before Karen left the room.

By this point, Taryn and Rosina were long since already up and were having a cup of coffee in the living room when a panicked, Karen emerged from her room. Somehow Karen had managed to put her housecoat on as she ran down the hall, even more amazing was the fact that she had it on by the time she entered the living room. Not missing a beat Karen continued to run towards the apartment door, desperate to get out of there. Taryn and Rosina had anticipated this, and rushed to stop Karen. Rushing up, one to either side of her Taryn and Rosina were able to grasp Karen and block her escape.

"Calm down, Karen," Taryn said in a calming manner as soon as Karen was captured.

"Let me go! I have to get out of here!" Karen urged in a terrified manner as she struggled to break free.

"No, you need to calm down so we can talk about this," Taryn said in a firm tone as she and Rosina escorted Karen over to the comfy chair.

"Fine," Karen said in a defeated tone as she sank heavily into the chair.

"Good," Tarn said warmly as she and Rosina sat down on the couch, and prepared to talk.

Karen didn't have any intention of sticking around to talk and as soon as Taryn and Rosina sat down, Karen got up. Karen stood up in a flash and even jumped over the chair and was standing in front of the front door before Taryn and Rosina stood up. Pulling the door open Karen ran out the door and sighed in relief that she had made her getaway. As she rushed towards the stairs leading up to the main level of the spa, even her muddled mind could tell that something was on the stairs, blocking the way.

"I don't think so," Owen said in a calm and firm manner from his place on the stairs.

Karen screamed in shock as she realized that what she thought was a lump of clothes was actually Owen! Karen didn't stop running or slow down, she just turned on a dime to run away from Owen. The trouble was that she didn't look where she was going, and ended up running right into a wall, knocking herself out, cold.

Karen woke up for the second time that morning and once again her head hurt something fierce, actually both sides of her head hurt, the front of her head from where she smacked the wall and the back of her head from where she hit the concrete floor. Karen's blurry vision started to come into focus and she groaned out in response to the screaming pain from her head. When Karen reached up to rub her hurt head she got yet another shock that morning, her arm wouldn't move. Or rather, her arm couldn't move, one look down confirmed what she feared, she was tied up!

Karen quickly glanced around her to find that she was tied to a dining room chair and was seated in the centre of the living room, in place where the coffee table usually sat and she was facing the couch. Owen, Taryn and Rosina sat on the couch right in front of her and Veronica sat in the comfy chair to her right. When she tried to demand to be untied, no intelligible words came out and to her shock she quickly realized she was gagged as well. A quick glance down comforted her slightly as she saw that she was still wearing her housecoat and she was completely covered.

"I'm glad to see that you're finally awake," Owen said in a warm tone as he smiled a friendly smile at Karen.

"How do you feel?" Rosina said as she approached Karen.

Karen groaned in reply as Rosina gave Karen a cursory inspection, to check for any serous neck or head injuries. When she was satisfied that Karen was okay, she sat back down and nodded to Owen.

"We need to talk about what happened last night," Owen started out in a calm and controlled manner.

The last thing Karen wanted to do was talk about last night, especially in front of everyone! Karen squirmed and struggled against her bonds. She was desperate to get away and thrashed about as she tried to find some way to loosen her bonds. Karen's panic started to rise as the seconds ticked by and her struggling had not produced any results.

"Karen, calm down, we're not going to hurt you," Taryn said in a soothing tone of voice.

"We only tied you up to prevent you from hurting yourself. We really do need to talk about last night. You can struggle all you want, but you're not going anywhere until we talk this out, so when you're calm, we can begin," Owen said in a tone and manner that made it clear that he was not kidding and in charge of the situation.

Karen's thrashing about increased as she was more determined than ever to get free. Her squirming had not permitted her to get a hand free but she was able to move chair by hopping. By hopping she was able to turn the chair and move it a few feet towards the door, when she looked at the door she realized that unless she could untie herself, she was not going anywhere. After a minute or two of angry arm movements she gave up. Karen hung her head and sobbed as she realized that Owen was right, she was not going anywhere, anytime soon.

"Are we done?" Owen asked with the same commanding presence about him. With an embarrassed look in her eye, Karen looked over at Owen and nodded yes. "Good," Owen replied with a firm tone of voice.

Owen and Veronica got up and approached either side of Karen's chair. In one motion, they lifted Karen up and repositioned her where she had been when she woke up. Veronica sat back down but Owen knelled in front of Karen and looked up at her in with a concerned look.

"As I said earlier, we need to talk to you and that means that you need to be able to talk to us, so that we can have a discussion. I want to remove your gag, so you can talk to us but if you start screaming again, I will have to put it back on you. Can I trust you to remain calm if I remove your gag?" Owen said in a concerned and almost vulnerable tone of voice as he looked at Karen with a slightly worried look.

Karen nodded yes as she looked right into Owen's eyes. Owen removed the gag from Karen's mouth and Karen worked her mouth before closing it, as Owen sat back down.

"Thank you," Karen said in a calm tone of voice. "While you're at it, would you mind, untying me?" Karen asked sweetly.

"Not yet, perhaps in a bit," Owen said in a calm and controlling manner and Karen sighed and looked down. "I'm sure you have many questions about what happened last night but let me start off by saying that we are still your friends and family. We still care about you and are here for you, to help you through this. That's why we're doing this, because we care about you," Owen said in a calm manner as he looked at Karen with conviction. "What do you remember about last night?" Owen asked calmly.

"Bits and pieces really, we watched some videos . . . adult videos . . . then it gets a little hazy. Something inappropriate happened between Veronica and I, but I'm not sure what is just a bizarre dream and what actually happened," Karen said with a furrowed brow that conveyed her worried mood.

"In your 'dream' do you remember playing with my breasts?" Taryn asked curiously, with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," Karen admitted quietly as the images and feelings of playing with Taryn's breasts came back to her.

"That really happened. Do you remember me playing with your breasts?" Taryn asked just as curiously.

"Yes," Karen said in a disturbed manner as she remembered the exquisite sights and sensations of Taryn playing with her breasts, her breasts even tingled at the memory.

"That too, also happened. Do you remember us kissing and playing with my breasts as well?" Rosina asked with a chipper tone of voice and a gleam in her eye.

"Yes," Karen said as a tear came to her eye as she remembered passionately kissing Rosina and eagerly devouring the young woman's breasts.

"That also happened," Rosina said with a hint of pride as she winked at Karen.

"Do you remember me eating your pussy?" Taryn asked with pride as she smiled at Karen.

"Yes," Karen replied with a cracking voice as more tears streamed down her face, as the memory of Taryn removing her pants and going down on her came back to her.

"Do you remember what we did, mother?" Veronica asked curiously.

"N . . . no," Karen said in a sobbing tone of voice just before tears overwhelmed her.

The truth was that Karen did remember what happened, the questions brought back the evening in crystal clarity. Karen remembered looking down between her legs and seeing her own daughter eating her pussy. Karen remembered the three consecutive orgasms that immediately followed that shocking sight. Karen's crying intensified as she remembered Veronica's proclamation of domination, and her own submission to Veronica. Karen remembered the satisfied feelings of having a Mistress and how eagerly she served Veronica that night. The images and pleasures of the sex they had shared came flooding back to her and Karen could not deny to herself how much she loved every second of it. While she could remember it, she couldn't admit it to another living soul. For Karen could not get over how very wrong it was and how she could never, ever let it happen again. She was mortified for it to happen once, she was even more ashamed to have enjoyed it.

"I think you do remember. I think you do remember you becoming my Slave and the wonderful sex we had last night," Veronica said with a confident tone of voice as she looked over at Karen with a discerning gaze.

Karen felt the heat of Veronica's intense gaze and looked over at her. Once their eyes met, Karen couldn't look away as the power strength of Veronica's manner started to affect her, she was feeling small and weak . . . submissive. Karen did not understand why a simple look could affect her so much. What was wrong with her that she was being intimidated by her own daughter?

"Admit it! You remember everything, don't you?" Veronica demanded in a commanding tone of voice.

"Yes," Karen replied in a sob, as tears burst forth from her.

"So you do admit that I am your Mistress and you are my Slave! You do admit that we had incredible sex, I bet it was the best sex in your entire life, wasn't it?" Veronica snapped in a demanding tone of voice as she stood up and leaned overtop of Veronica.

"Fine! Yes we did have sex and yes we played at Mistress and Slave but it was a one night thing!" Karen said in a desperate, sobbing voice as her crying continued.

"Played at?" Veronica snapped.

"We were just playing around. It wasn't real. I didn't know what I was doing," Karen replied in a cracking voice of pain and anguish.

"You knew what you were doing when you submitted to me!" Veronica snorted as she stared down at Karen with a superior tone of voice.

"I WAS DRUNK! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING!" Karen shouted through her tears as she stared up at Veronica with tear-filled, angry eyes.

"You were plenty sober when you called me Mistress and proclaimed that you would serve me faithfully and do anything I asked!" Veronica said in a challenging and sarcastic tone of voice as she leaned down towards Karen.

"I WAS DRUNK!" Karen shouted out as she cried and sobbed uncontrollably.

Seeing her mother crying so hard tugged at Veronica's heartstrings and her compassion got the better of her. Veronica kneeled down and wrapped her arms around Karen and hugged her tightly. Karen didn't know what to do and while it was nice to be comforted while she was crying it was awkward to be comforted by the person who most makes you feel uncomfortable at that moment. Even worse was that because of the position they were in, Karen found her head resting on Veronica's chest, somewhere between shoulder and breast. Karen had her cheek enveloped in the warm, soft embrace of Veronica's bosom. On one hand it was ever so comforting to be held in the tender and intimate embrace and her tears had already started to subside. On the other hand feeling the heat from Veronica's breast on her cheek was borderline intoxicating and began to excite her in ways she tried to deny. Eventually, Karen had stopped crying and the two women remained still, quietly enjoying the embrace.

"Veronica, sit down. It's my turn to talk," Taryn said with a calming tone of voice.

"Sure, Red," Veronica said as she let go of Karen. Before leaving Karen's side, Veronica dried Karen's eyes and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her shirt.

"I know you were drunk earlier in the evening because I spiked the punch. I did it just to loosen you up. The movies were designed to get you to talk about domination and submission. We needed to know how you felt about it, whether or not you had submissive tendencies, which you did admit to by the way. Do you remember telling us about you and Tony?" Taryn said in a soft and soothing tone of voice.

"Yeah, without the alcohol I would never have told you that!" Karen replied in an embarrassed tone of voice.

"Hence the spiked punch," Taryn said in a sarcastic tone of voice with a giggle.

"Yeah, yeah," Karen grumbled but her face wore a reluctant smile.

"I talked to you about our previous experience to find out how you felt about it. When you told me that you liked it and wanted a repeat of it, I decided to test that by seducing you. Once it was clear that you defiantly enjoyed what we were doing, we decided to substitute Veronica for me. This was the final part in the plan, to see how you would react to Veronica's advances," Taryn explained in the same calming and soothing manner.

"What is this to you people, some sort of sick, twisted science experiment? Or do you just enjoy fucking with my life?" Karen snapped in a disgusted tone of voice as she glared at Taryn in disbelief.

"It was me!" Veronica said as she kneeled down in front of Karen and grasped her hand. "I begged them to help bring us together. I have wanted this since I was twelve! I have tried hard over the years to get over it, to make these feelings for you go away, but no matter what I tried, they wouldn't go away. When I found out about them, I knew that they would understand, that if anyone could help me make you mine, they could," Veronica said in a tearful admission as she stared up into Karen's eyes with her big brown eyes.

"Them? What about them made you think they would understand this?" Karen asked in shock as she looked between Veronica and Taryn.

"Four years ago, on a birthday outing with my mother, we discovered that I was a dominant and she was a submissive. In one odd night, that neither of us planed, I took her on as my Slave and I became her Master. A short while later, Rosie found out about us and in the process discovered that she too was a submissive so I took her on as my Slave as well. We haven't looked back and have been very happy ever since, we are so very much in love," Owen said in a loving tone of voice as he put his arm around Taryn and Rosina's waist and pulled them to him.

"It's true," Taryn said with a proud and loving smile as Karen looked at her, slack-jawed.

"Yep, it's true," Rosina said with a loving look as she smiled at Karen, when she looked at her.

"That's why I knew I could confide in them, because of the way they are. Owen taught me how to be a good Mistress to you. He insisted that we find out if you might be receptive to my advances before he would allow me to approach you. I made this all happen, I begged them to help me. If you have to be angry with anyone, be angry with me," Veronica explained in the same sincere and heartfelt manner as she stroked Karen's hand.

"That's all well and good, but you've had your night, we've played around but it was a one night thing that can never happen again! I was drunk and not in control of my actions," Karen replied in a calm yet firm manner.

"That's not true. I will admit that when we messed around you were still drunk. But after Veronica brought you off, three times in a row, you sobered up pretty quick. Think about it, by the time you came to after those orgasms, you were sober enough to know what you were doing, right?" Taryn said in a friendly and disarming manner.

"Yeah," Karen sighed, regrettably admitting something she knew she should not. "But that doesn't mean that I want to do it all again?" Karen added quickly, in a defensive tone.

"Didn't you enjoy your time with Veronica?" Taryn asked expectantly.

"Well . . . I . . . um . . . it wasn't too bad," Karen fumbled out in an embarrassed and red-faced manner.

"Not too bad?" Taryn asked incredulously. "You did everything Veronica said, without being held down or physically forced. You were only corrected once, and even that was mild. You certainly fell into the role of Slave quite well and kept it up all night. Why would you do all that if you weren't enjoying yourself?" Taryn asked in a probing manner as she looked Karen over with a discerning look.

"I only did so, because I was afraid of being punished!" Veronica retorted defensively.

"So you admit that you CHOSE to submit to Veronica last night! You admit that you became her Slave last night!" Taryn said in a challenging tone of voice as she pointed emphatically at Karen.

"Well . . . I . . . I mean . . . I suppose so," Karen stammered and her eyes started to tear up, afraid of where this was all going.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you? You liked having someone to serve again, didn't you? You submitted to your own daughter, had sex with her repeatedly and you LOVED IT, right?" Taryn said in an insistent tone of voice and kept peppering and pestering Karen until she finally answered.

YES! FINE! IT WAS THE MOST INCREDIBLE NIGHT OF MY LIFE! ARE YOU HAPPY?" Karen screamed out vehemently as she leaned in towards Taryn with eyes of fire before she slumped over as far as her restraints would allow.

Karen hung her head there and cried, looking at the floor. After a brief moment of Karen's crying, Veronica once again rushed over to Karen and embraced her. Veronica looked over her shoulder at Owen and gave him a pleading look. Owen nodded his head and got up and untied Karen. Karen was still crying when she threw her arms around Veronica and hugged her tightly. It was Karen who moved forward and leaned into the embrace with Veronica, returning to the comfortable place, snuggling against Veronica's pillowy chest. Veronica stroked Karen's hair in a slow and soothing manner as Karen continued to cry while holding her daughter in a tight and clearly intimate embrace.

"There, there, everything is alright now, your Mistress is here to take care of you, you have nothing to fear, my Precious Slave," Veronica said in a loving and tender embrace as she continued to stroke Karen's hair.

"NO!" Karen asserted as she pushed against Veronica and held Veronica by the torso, just below her breasts. "What happened last night should never have happened, but it did. We may have enjoyed it, but that doesn't make it right! That can never happen again! Do you here me, NEVER AGAIN!" Karen said in a firm and definite tone of voice.

"Please, give us a chance! I know that we would be so happy together! You said it yourself we both loved making love last night! What we shared was only a small fraction of the love and joy that can be ours if we just let it in. This is something we can explore together! I haven't dominated anyone else and you haven't submitted to anyone else, not in years anyway. This can be something special we can share, please give us a chance!" Veronica said as she grasped Karen by the sides of the head and spoke a few inches from her mother in the most loving and pleading tone she could muster, tears were in here eyes.

"WE CAN'T!" Karen forcefully asserted with a pained tone to her voice. "It will screw you up horribly!" Karen added in a most worried and fearful tone of voice.

"Actually, I disagree," Taryn interjected calmly. "I was afraid of that too when Owen, Rosina and I first started to get together, but I have seen that they are good, decent, well adjusted people. They haven't suffered as a result of our reformed family," Taryn said in a calm and certain tone of voice.

"See, Mom, it can work! It has worked for them, they are happy, they are normal. Why can't we try it? Why can't we be happy just like them?" Veronica pleaded eagerly.

"I just can't! I can't get involved with my own daughter. It may work for them, I'll grant you that, but please understand that I just can't get involved with you, you are my daughter! That may not concern you, but it is a great concern to me," Karen asserted with a regrettable tone to her voice.

"Are you saying that you never ever, want to make love with me again? Can you honestly say that you believe that you will share an experience as wonderful and as special as what we shared last night with anyone else? Can you look me in the eye and tell me that you will never wonder what might have been if we just gave us a try? Be honest!" Veronica said with a convincing tone of voice.

"I just don't know," Karen said with a sad tone of voice as she sighed heavily.

"I have wanted this for so very long. You don't know how much this means to me. Please, for me, if you love me you will at least consider this. Please just promise me you will give some thought to giving us a try," Veronica asked with a pleading look and looked intently into Karen's eyes while Karen pondered how to answer.

"Okay, I will give it some serious thought," Karen said with a defeated tone of voice and a deep sigh as she looked down momentarily before looking back up into Veronica's eyes. "But you have to do something for me," Karen said with a serious tone of voice.

"Anything!" Veronica replied eagerly.

"You need to give me space. I will give you my answer when I am ready, but until then, I want no mention of any of this! I want everyone to pretend like it never happened, okay? If you all want me to even think about this, I need this house to go back to the way things were before," Karen said as she looked around at the people gathered around her. "You must behave like the daughter I've always known, loving and supportive, but not intimate!" Karen said as she looked into Veronica's eyes and waited for her daughter to nod her understanding. "And you lot will continue to act like the close-knit, but platonic family I have always known," she said as she looked at Owen, Taryn and Rosina.

"You have my word, Karen, we will respect your wishes. We are here for you to talk to, should you wish to do so, but whatever you decide, we will support you. However, it will not change who we are, sooner or later you will have to accept us for who and what we are, just as we accept you for who and what you are," Owen said in a firm and supportive tone of voice.

"I understand all that, but for now, it is all too much for me. I need some peace and calm if I am to make a proper decision. I don't need any pressure or undue influence as I think this over. I promise you, Ronnie, I will seriously consider this but in the end you must respect my final decision, understood?" Karen said confidently as she looked at each person in the room, finishing up with Veronica.

"Yes, Mom, I understand." Veronica said with an equally serious manner.
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After that discussion, everyone in the household did indeed respect Karen's wishes. Veronica kept her distance, and didn't let on that anything was different; she even scaled down the goodnight kiss to a brief peck on the cheek. Owen, Taryn and Rosina continued to behave as they had always done, switching into "Happy Family Mode" was now second nature for them when outsiders were around. They had to consciously remind themselves now and again that while Karen knew about them, she was not comfortable being exposed to it. The group of roommates continued their nightly ritual of sharing a cup of tea before bed and life in the house continued like it had always done.

While the space was something that Karen had asked for and indeed needed, it did not really help solve her dilemma. She could not in anyway accept having a romantic relationship with her own child, a child who desperately wanted to start one. The mother in Karen wanted to do anything for Veronica, even sacrificing and enduring hurt and pain to do so, but this was over the line, this was something she just could not do. It was clear, even to Karen, that this was something that Veronica had wanted for some time and was obsessed with.

Karen knew that she could just say "No" to Veronica, while pretending to think it over and leave it at that. In the past, when Veronica had really and truly wanted something that Karen had originally said no to, she would ask Karen to please think it over. In those instances Karen would truly reconsider the matter and once she had come to her decision she would sit Veronica down and inform her not only of her final decision but why and how she had come to that decision. The silent pact was that whatever Karen had decided, as long as she explained her decision to Veronica, Veronica would accept it. What was preventing Karen from doing just, that was the fact that she had promised Veronica she would seriously think it over. She had always kept her promises to Veronica, even one as bizarre as this. Karen knew that she needed to honestly come to a decision with new reasons why not, in order to prove that she had thought it over. Once she had done that, she could put this whole incident behind her, and Karen was eager to do that.

While Karen knew that she wanted to come back with a "NO!" she also needed to come back with a decision that felt right within her. What was complicating the whole process was that there was the small part of Karen that wanted to explore these newly surfaced urges for the female flesh and desires to submit. An even darker part of Karen liked the extra thrill of breaking the taboo of submitting to her own child. That part of Karen continually whispered at her to give herself to Veronica once again. All Karen had to go on was her own point of view, and she was left with the same unsolvable problem. Karen went around in circles in her mind and after a week, came to the conclusion that she needed another opinion, in order to arrive at a final decision.

"Taryn?" Karen said with a voice of trepidation as she emerged from the back of the Spa.

"Yes?" Taryn asked as she turned on the spot and leaned up against the counter while looking at the approaching Karen.

"I was hoping we could talk," Karen asked with a nervous manner as she glanced down and away.

"Of course, always," Taryn said in a reassuring tone of voice as she patted Karen's shoulder in a friendly gesture.

"I've been thinking about this whole thing with Ronnie, and I could use a second opinion. I was thinking that because . . ." Karen started to explain in the shaky voice heavily polluted with nervousness, yet words failed her in the end.

"Because I am romantically involved with my own children, I might be able to shed some light on what you're going through?" Taryn said in a warm and comforting manner as she gave Karen a look of unconditional acceptance.

"Something like that," Karen admitted in a nervous and uncomfortable manner as she looked down.

"Well, what do you want to know?" Taryn asked warmly as Karen looked up and smiled a slightly relieved smile.

"Well, for one, what is it . . ." Karen started to ask but the chime of the front door stopped Karen in mid sentence.

Both women looked at the front door as a woman in her late twenties walked into the spa. Immediately both women switched into "Customer Service Mode" and took care of this customer. While Karen wanted to pick up on her conversation with Taryn, there never seemed to be a chance to do so that day. Business was a steady trickle of customers that day and while it was good for the bank account, it was detrimental to the conversation that Karen had hoped to have. Eventually the workday was over and Karen was locking the front door of the Spa as Taryn was turning the "Open" sign off.

"Hey, Karen, do you want to go for a drink tonight?" Taryn asked casually as they both walked away from the front of the Spa.

"Actually, right now, I'd rather have dinner," Karen replied with a regrettable tone of voice.

"I mean after dinner. We never did get a chance to finish that conversation today. I figure if we step out for a drink or two it will give us a chance to take as long as we need to finish that conversation," Taryn said sincerely as she smiled at Karen.

"That sounds good," Karen replied with a smile as she opened the door, leading to the basement.

That night, right before dinner, Taryn pulled Owen aside and told him of her intentions to talk to Karen and asked his permission. As she expected, Owen agreed and encouraged her to do whatever she needed to help Karen. After dinner the two women walked down the street to a not to distant pub that was known to be quiet place with dark and secluded booths. Soon enough both women had a pint of beer in hand and a tense quiet had settled over the table. Rather than prod Karen to talk, Taryn gave the troubled woman the time she needed to gather her thoughts together. After a few minutes, Karen looked up from her beer and finally spoke.

"I'm just so confused," Karen said with a heavy sigh as she looked into Taryn's eyes with a pained expression.

"I'll bet," Taryn said in an understanding tone.

"I know what I should say . . . what I want to say . . . but part of me is . . . but I don't understand any of it. I'm afraid of what it would be like if I did . . . if I did," Karen said in a very nervous and broken up voice before sighing and looking down.

"I understand," Taryn said as she reached across the table and held Karen's hand gently. Taryn waited until Karen looked up into her eyes before she continued. "I am one of the few people who would understand what you're going through," Taryn said in a comforting tone of voice as she smiled warmly at Karen.

"Yeah, that's why I came to you. I just don't understand any of this, my feelings, Ronnie's feelings, and what would happen to us if I did give in to Ronnie," Karen said in a worried tone of voice while, the fear evident in her eyes. "What was it like for you and why did you . . . how did it . . . how did things . . . and why did you let things continue?" Karen stammered out in a very uncomfortable manner, not at all comfortable talking about this subject, even to Taryn.

Taryn chuckled and began to tell Karen everything about Owen, Rosina and her. Taryn started at the beginning and told Karen the story of how and why her family reformed and how it changed their lives. Taryn made sure to explain to Karen how troubled and embarrassed she was over not only having sex with her child but submitting to him and becoming his Slave. She further explained how worried she was that her family would be horribly scared and blown apart by them getting involved with one another. Taryn went on to explain how those fears were unfounded and instead of it being a negative experience, it ended up being the best thing that has ever happened to any of them. As well, Taryn told Karen the truth about Richard and how it had affected him, ensuring to say that it was because he didn't tell anyone his feelings had changed and it ate away at him. Taryn said it was a warning that if she did go through with it and she found that she couldn't do it anymore, that she had a right to say she had changed her mind. Once Taryn had finished telling Karen the whole tale of her family's reformation she quietly sipped her beer and let Karen digest all that she had heard.

"Looking back on it now, was it all worth it? Would you do it all again? If you could go back and change things, would you prevent this from ever happening, if you could?" Karen asked curiously as she looked at Taryn with a discerning look.

"I wouldn't change a thing. Perhaps I would have divorced Richard, long before he killed himself. I can't imagine living my life any other way, I feel so happy and fulfilled as a Slave to Master. He is the most amazing man I have ever known, he takes wonderful care of Cat and I, and we never feel unloved, oppressed or abused at all," Taryn replied with loving yet confident tone of voice as her face glowed with a warm smile.

"What about the fact that your Master is your child?" Karen asked with a concerned look as she gazed intently into Taryn's eyes.

"I honestly don't think I could serve anyone else," Taryn said with a confident tone while she smiled warmly.

"Really?" Karen asked with a shocked tone of voice.

"I've been so spoiled serving Master, that nobody else would do," Taryn replied with a loving smile.

"Spoiled?" Karen asked confused with an expression that demanded a better explanation.

"Because Owen is my son, my child, I love him unconditionally and trust him implicitly. I know deep in my heart that he could never hurt me or betray me, even before we got involved he never has, and I know that he never will. I have always wanted to take care of him, and as his mother, I always have, but there were limits to what I would do for him. Now that I am his Slave, I still take care of him, but there are no limits to what I would do for him, and as for my love, there are no limits to how deeply I love him," Taryn said with a voice and manner that was so full of love that she glowed.

"I agree that as a mother, I want to take care of Veronica, and I do. Like you I love her and trust her implicitly. Like you, I take care of my child and would do anything for her, within limits. Unlike you, I understand that there are certain limits to a parent's love, there are certain lines that parents and children should never cross!" Karen stressed as she leaned in and looked at Taryn with a furrowed brow of a concerned expression.

"Is it really that different? Is it really that hard to accept? As mothers we take care of our children, as Slaves we can also take care of our children. As mothers we are rewarded with appreciation and love, but as Slaves we are rewarded with fulfilment and love beyond anything you can imagine!" Taryn said with fervent conviction as she looked deeply into Karen's eyes.

"But it's still not right! Parents are supposed to lead and children are supposed to follow. What you are advocating is against the natural order of things!" Karen argued with a determined and firm tone of voice, in her eyes lived fear, fear of understanding and accepting what Taryn was saying.

"I'm not saying it's for everyone! I'm not saying that all or even most parents should become Slaves to their children! What you need to understand is that some people, like Owen and Veronica, need to dominate, and other people, like you, me and Rosie, need to submit. All of us have a burning desire, a deep seeded need within us that pulls us towards one role or the other. Dominants and submissives need each other to satisfy that desire that is anchored deeply within them. Most people find those outside of their own family to fulfil that need. Sometimes dominants and submissives within the same family can find each other, for them the dominant/submissive relationship is taken to another level that nobody else can find," Taryn explained as calmly and confidently as she could.

"Alright, I will admit that I may look for someone to submit to, but I could never submit to my own daughter! I don't think I could live being controlled by my child all the time," Karen argued with a worried and fearful tone of voice.

"That is your choice and as your friend, I will support whatever decision you make. I just hope that I have been some help to you," Taryn said in a friendly tone of voice.

"You have. I now have a greater understanding of what it might be like to be involved with Ronnie. I still don't think I could ever actually do it, but I understand it a little more at least, thank you," Karen said in an appreciative tone of voice as she smiled warmly at Taryn.

"I'm glad I could help. I guess you have some more thinking to do," Taryn said warmly as she squeezed Karen's hand.

"I guess I do," Karen replied with an uncomfortable smirk.
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It took another week of wrestling with her thoughts before Karen came to the conclusion that no matter how great it might be, she simply couldn't do it. No matter how you sliced it, Karen was not comfortable with the thought of giving up control to her own daughter. As well, the thought of becoming intimate with her own child disturbed her on many levels even though on one level it excited her. With her mind made up, Karen decided that the time had come to inform Veronica of her final decision.

"Ronnie, can I come in?" Karen asked as she knocked on Veronica's door after the house had gone to bed.
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