Incest/Taboo Reformation

"Monica! Oh my goodness? Good to see you! I've been okay. How've you been?" Rebecca said as she turned to the plump woman and hugged her tightly.

The woman embracing Rebecca was indeed an old friend of Rebecca's. Monica was a woman who had a pear shaped body but was not excessively large. Sure, she had extra weight on her that was not distributed well, simply gathering around her torso, but she could move about without being hindered or clumsy. Her black hair went straight to her shoulder-blades and framed her oval face well. Her blue eyes were set off by her light skin tone and her dark black hair and made sure you noticed them well. She was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a blouse, and looked like the perpetual "Mom" type.

Monica was not alone in her greeting of Rebecca, as her husband Peter was there as well. Peter could best be described as a tall man who was in decent shape at one time but had gone soft over the years. His chestnut brown hair started to fall out in his late teens and before he was thirty he was bald on top and only had hair around the sides of his head, not unlike Patrick Stewart. He had a neatly trimmed goatee beard, which he thought balanced out his lack of hair well and added a "tough guy" air to him. Monica liked it and that was all he cared about.

"My goodness girl you are getting huge!" Monica said as she broke the embrace and grasped Rebecca's pregnant gut with both hands. "When are you due?" she asked as she lightly shook Rebecca's gut, and to let its dislike of the motion known, the baby kicked.

"Don't do that," Rebecca said as she grasped her gut and paused to wait to see if her baby would kick again. "I'm due in three weeks," Rebecca added once she was sure the baby was settled down.

"Well, it's good to see you're in such good hands," Monica said as she flashed a smile over at Owen.

"Yeah, my friends are taking good care of me," Rebecca said with a warm smile as she glanced around the rest of the family.

"Owen, good to see you again!" Monica said as she reached up and hugged Owen in a tight embrace which Owen reciprocated, yet was puzzled how she knew him.

As Owen hugged Monica his mind was racing on just how he knew her, and Peter. As soon as he saw them something about them struck him as familiar but he had written it off as just seeing them at church the previous Sunday. Yet that didn't seem like it, he couldn't put his finger on it but it didn't seem like he knew them from church. When the embrace was over Monica looked at Owen and could see that he hadn't recognized them. She leaned in and hugged him once again but this time whispered in his ear when Peter hugged Rebecca.

"Heather's . . . but don't tell Becky, she doesn't know about us or that we know about her," Monica whispered quickly in Owen's ear.

When his eyes fell on her face once again, it all clicked and his eyes went wide. Now he remembered her, she and Peter were taking lessons from Heather and he had observed a few of these sessions. Peter, like Owen was taking lessons from Heather on how to best Dominate his wife, Monica. Monica was there to support her husband and loved being dominated by him. They never got involved with any other couple but did socialize around the Heather's, but made sure to keep their distance from Rebecca. It seems that they knew Rebecca enough to know that she was not willing to "come out" as a submissive and respected her privacy on this matter. As for Rebecca, she had been too focused on her own self-loathing to be able to notice anyone but whom she was either serving or serving with.

"Be sure to take care of your little Mouse now," Monica said with a wink of her eye as she nodded in Rebecca's direction.

"I will. We should really have you over for lunch sometime," Owen said with a conspiratorial smile.

"Perhaps, next week, but we really have to run," Monica said as she broke the embrace and put her arm around her husband's waist and they started to walk away, after saying their goodbyes.

"Are we really going to have the kids over next Saturday?" Rebecca asked with shock, as the realization just hit her. "What are we going to do with them? Where are we going to put them?" she added with slight fear and worry.

"We're not going to have them over; we'll take them out somewhere. You know, DO something with them," Owen replied with a smile on his face as he put his arm around Rebecca and they started to walk towards the exit of the church.

"Do what? I don't have any money!" Rebecca said in worry and started to panic.

Owen and Taryn were about to respond but Karen cut them off when she stepped in front of Rebecca. With a warm smile, Karen lifted Rebecca's chin until their eyes met.

"How many times do we have to tell you? You are family now, so what we have is yours. We're not rich but we have enough, and certainly enough to entertain the kids for a Saturday, don't worry about it," Karen said with a friendly and comforting tone of voice.

"Thank you," Rebecca said with a relieved tone of voice.

In the middle of the church foyer, the family gave Rebecca a group hug and at that moment she felt accepted and truly like she was part of this unique family. The moral issues of right and wrong faded in the overwhelming feeling of love that overtook her at that moment. She felt loved, accepted and cared for, and that was just what she needed at the moment. All Rebecca could think of was that this was what family was supposed to feel like, and as strange as it seemed to outsiders, this eclectic group was a indeed a real family.

After spending five days sitting around in the basement apartment of the Spa, Rebecca was bored and restless so when Monday lunchtime approached, she had an idea to make herself useful. With a bag, containing lunch for Taryn and Karen, Rebecca struggled to get up the stairs of the apartment but by the time lunch came around she walked into the front of the spa.

"What are you doing up here? You should be downstairs resting!" Taryn said to Rebecca in shock when she saw her enter the front area.

"Oh please, I've been resting so much I'm bored silly. I brought you two lunch," Rebecca replied as she handed Taryn the bag of lunch while she sat down in the nearest chair.

"Thank you, but you really didn't have to," Taryn said with a gracious smile as she leaned over and gave Rebecca a hug and kiss.

Taryn had only just begun to sort through the containers of lunch when Karen walked out from the back, with a customer. She only shot Rebecca a light scowl to silently let Rebecca know that she felt the pregnant woman should not be upstairs yet. When the customer had left the store, Karen turned to Rebecca and spoke up.

"What are you doing up here? You should be downstairs resting!" Karen said in shock to Rebecca as she pointed towards the door leading to the downstairs.

"I told her that already," Taryn said to Karen as she handed her a container filled with a sandwich.

"Well, I was downstairs and decided since I am part of this family, I should start pulling my weight," Rebecca said with a slight smile on her face.

"Sweetie, you're already pulling the weight of two," Karen said with a smirk on her face.

"Or is it three?" Taryn asked with a giggle.

"Yeah, twins and triplets run rampant in your family, don't they?" Karen replied to Taryn with a light giggle that the two women shared.

"Yes, lots of twins, large strapping kids too, with big heads!" Taryn added and she and Karen broke into uproarious laughter.

"Very funny but I already know it is only one child, a boy," Rebecca replied in an unimpressed manner, yet the smirk on her face betrayed her annoyed façade.

"But you really should be taking it easy," Taryn added in a concerned tone of voice as she took a bite out of her sandwich and sat down beside Rebecca.

"Please! All I've been doing is taking it easy. I can sit around up here and at least make myself useful. Show me how to run the till and you can help Bella in the back," Rebecca replied as she looked first at Taryn and then at Karen.

"It's important to you, isn't it?" Karen asked Rebecca in a curious tone of voice.

"I feel so useless, I just want to contribute somehow," Rebecca said with a frustrated sigh.

"I certainly understand that feeling," Taryn agreed as she put her arm around Rebecca and squeezed. "C'mon, it's really not that hard, I'll show you" Taryn added as she stood up and walked over to the till.

Rebecca caught on quickly, as she did have till and customer service experience from running the Christian Bookstore with Harold all those years. By the end of the day she had settled into the position of front casher quite well. The rest of the week followed the same pattern, Rebecca would go upstairs and run the Spa with Taryn and Karen while Owen and Veronica went to their respective workplaces. In the evening the family would do something together and even the dinner and movie night tradition was carried on.

At night, with no fanfare at all each woman would go to her respective bed, including Rebecca to her spot on the hid-a-bed in the living room. There were no great announcements or bragging of whose turn it was with Owen, the woman in question would just go into Owen's bedroom with Owen. Rebecca noticed, however, and watched as slyly as possible each night as Owen took a different woman into his bedroom, every woman but her that is.

Saturday could not come quick enough for Rebecca and she was excited to be able to see her kids. Despite her bulk she was the first one in the minivan that Saturday morning, eager to see her kids. Owen, Rebecca and Veronica drove over to Harold's house to pick up the kids for the visit. When the minivan pulled up in front of her old house, Rebecca was filled with mixed feelings.

"I'll get them, you stay here," Owen said to Rebecca with a smile as he got out of the minivan. Owen walked up to the front door of the lovely home in the tree-lined avenue, which used to be his neighbourhood and rang the doorbell. Harold opened up the door and looked around, wearing a puzzled look on his face.

"What, she couldn't be bothered to pick them up herself?" Harold replied with disgust as he sneered at Owen.

"Mom?" Mark asked as he poked out from behind Harold and looked around.

"She's in the van, buddy, but why don't you guys go get your swimming stuff?" Owen said with an energetic and friendly tone of voice, typical when talking to kids.

"SWIMMING! WE'RE GOING SWIMMING?" Mark shouted as he disappeared into the house with the screaming and shouting of his sisters as they ran up the stairs.

"Nice house," Owen said as he looked inside at the clean furnishings of the lovely home.

"Thanks," Harold replied through gritted teeth.

"How do you sleep at night?" Owen said with a disgusted look on his face.

"Quiet well," Harold replied defiantly.

"We both know that was some really dirty pool you pulled on Rebecca. Taking everything, including the kids!" Owen said with a stern tone of voice as he glared a cold glare at Harold.

"Hey, she signed the papers, on her own. After everything she did, she deserved it! I don't owe her anything!" Harold replied just as sternly as he glared at Owen with just as cold a stare.

"I could get you in some deep shit for the crap you pulled, but I will let it slide, as long as you make it right to her," Owen said as he stepped closer to Harold and looked him deep in the eye.

"What about the assault last Sunday? I could get you in some serious shit too!" Harold snapped in an angry and taunting reply.

"Do you really want people knowing about that?" Owen asked with a raised eyebrow and Harold's expression turned to one of confusion and embarrassment. "Just think about it. We'll talk about this some other time," Owen said with a smile as he lightly poked Harold in the chest a few times.

Before Harold could reply the kids came out, each clutching their swimsuits and towels in hand. Without another word spoken, Owen walked to the minivan with the kids gathered around him. As the sliding-door of the minivan opened, Lisa voiced the question that was on the minds of the three children.

"Mommy, who's he?" Lisa asked as she looked up at Owen, with her little hand in his with one hand and her towel in her other.

"He's mommy's friend and his name is Owen," Rebecca said as she smiled at each of them.

"But I'd like to be your friend too," Owen said as he glanced at each of the kids who looked at him with unsure looks. "In you go, or we'll never get to go swimming!" Owen added and that got the exciting response he was looking for.

Owen took the group over to a large, indoor water park where they spent the time in the shallow end of the pool. Everyone enjoyed the swimming and horsing around in the pool and by the end of the day, the kids had warmed up to Owen and Veronica. What had helped was that he acted like a big kid the whole time. Daniela spent most of her time with Rebecca while Veronica divided her time between Mark, Lisa and Owen and taking care of Rebecca and Daniela.

Rebecca had to marvel at how patent Owen was with her kids. She was definitely swooning as she watched her Sir interact with her children and not once did he lose his cool or yell at them. The fact that Veronica was hovering around to make sure that she was taken care of was not lost on Rebecca either, and the benefits of the larger family she was staring to blend into became apparent. As her youngest cuddled up to her Rebecca looked over at Veronica and smiled a gracious smile, her happy and thankful feelings were conveyed without a word being spoken. At the end of the day all three kids wanted to go home with Mommy, "Uncle Owen" and "Auntie Ronnie." With big hugs all round, the kids were dropped off, just in time for their bedtime. Not a single word was spoken as Owen and Harold exchanged cold glares while the kids went into the house.

Veronica drove home while Rebecca snuggled up to Owen in the back, feeling like she was whole again. Seeing her kids for the first time since before she entered St Majolica's left Rebecca feeling more vulnerable than she had anticipated. Spending the day with them was pure joy, but dropping them off was excruciatingly hard. Rebecca did not let it bother her when she was in St Majolica's because she told herself she was getting treatment and pretended like she was on a trip. Now that she was out and to actually see them again, knowing they were in the same neighbourhood, yet not with her was something that Rebecca had a hard time coping with. Before the minivan had rounded the second corner, Rebecca started crying, physically feeling the separation between her and her kids.

"We'll get them back, I promise," Owen said as he squeezed Rebecca tight and let her wet his shirt with her tears.

Once getting home, Rebecca was able to hold it together long enough to be brought downstairs but once there she cried once again. Even being surrounded by people that cared about her and being held by her Sir did not lessen the pain. It took some time but eventually Rebecca stopped crying and just enjoyed the moment of being held by her Sir on the couch. It was just what she needed and in his arms she felt safe, secure, and even loved. As strange as it was, as little as she knew about him and the odd group of people around her, her heart was opening up those around him, despite what she knew about them.

"I think someone is ready for bed," Rosina said as she looked at the sleepy eyes of Rebecca.

"Yeah, I've monopolized him too much today. Whose night is it?" Rebecca asked as she started to sit up straight.

"Yours," Taryn said with an understanding expression.

"Very funny, I've had him all day," Rebecca said with an unimpressed laugh. "Isn't it your turn Dee-Dee?" she added as she turned to look at Veronica.

"Actually we talked about that and decided that we would let you have nights with Master. Usually you would have to be Collared by him to have such a privilege, but we decided that because of all you have been though and since you are carrying Master's child we would share him with you . . . you are family after all," Taryn said calmly yet there was a serious air about her, and in an instant Rebecca knew that Taryn was serious.

"I . . . I don't know . . . it wouldn't be right. I'm not ready," Rebecca replied in a sputtering flabbergasted reply.

"Tonight, you need him more than any of us do," Karen said in a compassionate tone of voice as she sat down beside Rebecca.

"I . . . I just don't know if I could . . ." Rebecca stammered in confusion as she looked around the room, unable to look at Owen.

"Wouldn't you like to hold him tonight? You don't have to do anything, just hold him and sleep beside him . . . all night long," Karen said with an understanding tone of voice.

"Doesn't that sound nice?" Rosina asked as she knelt down in front of Rebecca.

"As long as we wear something to bed, I . . ." Rebecca said in a meek and timid tone of voice, looking at Taryn, still not able to look at Owen.

The bedroom was dark with only a dim nightlight illuminating the bedroom as Owen waited in the bed, alone. Owen was alone in bed and wearing pyjamas while he waited for his bed-partner to arrive. All three of these things were something that he was not used to and he almost got up to see what was taking Rebecca so long.

The door opened up slowly and just as slowly Rebecca entered the room, looking quite scared and timid. Owen wanted to rush to her to embrace her and let her know it would be alright, but wisely he knew enough to let her come to bed on her own. Once the door was closed behind her she walked the few short steps to the edge of the bed and stopped, looking at Owen with a fearful expression. As she came into the light Owen wondered where she got the "leave it all to the imagination," flannel pyjamas in her size on such short notice.

"We're just going to sleep in the same bed . . . right? You don't expect me to . . . y'know," Rebecca asked in a timid tone of voice.

"That's right, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to. This is your night, and we can just hold each other, if that is what you want," Owen said with a comforting smile on his face and in response Rebecca sighed a sigh of relief.

Rebecca's tension lifted somewhat as she moved towards the nearest side of the bed. Owen drew back the covers and Rebecca sat down on the edge of the large bed. It took a bit for her to shift around and get settled into a suitable sleeping position, all the while wondering if this was a good idea, or just inviting danger. When she felt Owen's presence behind her, felt his heat approach her from behind, felt his arm reach over her, she was at peace. Rebecca put her hand on his hand and guided it to her belly, and with that simple touch she felt connected to him.

A thousand things swirled around in her head as she lay on her side, with her Sir spooning her from behind. For all her reasoning she was happy and couldn't tear herself away from his side, even if she wanted to. As her eyes started to close she felt him shift a little closer to her and now his body was pressed up tightly against hers. His breath on her neck felt like absolute heaven and her excitement started to rise. It seemed that holding her this close was having the same effect on Owen, for she felt a lump growing which was strategically nestled in the crack of her ass.

Rebecca was trying to think of what to do, but the needs of a neglected woman who for the first time in months was in bed with a man, was not permitting logical thought. Her heat continued to rise as the size of the lump continued to grow and her body remembered the pleasures that that very cock had brought her the last time they had been together. Rebecca knew she had to be strong, she knew she had to resist him.

"Are you too hot?" Owen asked as he looked at the flushed look Rebecca's face.

That was an understatement! Rebecca was getting quite hot and excited, but it had little to do with the blankets. Her own hormones, coupled with the close proximity of her Sir and her own neglected needs were responsible for her temperature rise.

"Look, perhaps you should take this thing off," Owen suggested as he tugged on the flannel pyjamas.

"I don't think that would be a good idea!" Rebecca replied with a fearful expression, which Owen never saw, due to her looking off in the other direction.

"Okay, just an idea, I just don't want you boiling up all night," Owen said in a slightly defensive tone of voice as he settled back into the snuggle and nothing was said for a protracted moment.

"I don't think you want to see this beached whale! Trust me, I'm doing you a favour!" Rebecca laughed in what was intended to be a light-hearted joke.

Rebecca turned to look at Owen but stopped when she saw the mildly displeased expression on his face. Her eyes searched his face for understanding in the few short seconds which nothing was said as they looked at each other.

"Rebecca, you're beautiful and I love you just as you are. I never meant for all this to happen to you and I am sorry for getting you pregnant . . . but I'm not sorry that you are carrying our child, or for having you here in my house and in my bed." Owen said with a serious tone of voice as he looked deep into Rebecca's eyes and paused for a moment. "I will admit that I had hoped that we could be together . . . but I never wanted to cause you any pain to do so," Owen added in a sincere tone of voice. Rebecca's heart was soaring to hear her Sir's loving words. To be loved, desired wanted was enough to make a lonely woman's heart explode with love. To hear those words from her Sir, however, was too much for Rebecca to handle and so before she knew it she kissed him. Rebecca reached up and kissed Owen hard on the lips and he reciprocated. Rebecca rolled onto her back and Owen leaned over her from the side as they embraced and kissed, constantly pulling at each other.

Part of her mind was screaming at her to stop everything and leave before things got too far, but she was unable to pry herself out of the arms of her Sir. The kiss was full of passion and desire as hands started roaming over each other's bodies and much to her surprise it was her hands that were all too eager to feel bare skin.

Rough and frantic tugging on Owen's pyjama top got it up as far as his armpits before a grunt of frustration gave Owen the cue to take it off. Owen backed away from Rebecca long enough to completely remove his pyjamas. Rebecca growled in smouldering desire, now that she was able to see and touch his naked form. She had dreamed of this moment and paused to savour the moment of first contact as she reached up and touched his chest. She watched her hand travel up his chest hardly believing that the moment was actually happening and not a fantasy or daydream.

"Your turn," Owen said with a cocky grin as he leaned back and looked at Rebecca with an expectant grin.

"I don't know, it would be inappropriate, after all I'm a m . . ." Rebecca started to protest but Owen finished her sentence for her.

"Married? You are a single woman who is in bed with the man whose child you carry. What can possible be wrong with the two of us showing each other how we feel about each other," Owen assured Rebecca with a confident manner. "But if you're not ready or you don't want to, that's okay," he added in a warm tone of voice.

All Rebecca did was smile a loving smile as she reached up and brushed Owen's cheek, saying nothing for a moment, not needing to. She rolled out of bed and stood up, remaining facing away from Owen as she unzipped the unsexy garment and removed it. She turned her head first, to watch Owen's reaction as she turned her body, revealing herself to him in all her pregnant glory.

Owen smiled at Rebecca as he looked over the first nude pregnant woman he had ever seen in real life. Owen moved over to sit on Rebecca's side of the bed as he inspected her body close up and in detail. The swell of her belly was something that was obvious from any of the clothes that she wore but the round shape of it was something to behold. As he traced its curves with his bare hands his eyes took in the sizably larger breasts.

Flashing Rebecca a smile he leaned forward and took one of her hard nipples between his lips and sucked on it. Rebecca moaned her approval as she let her head flop back and bask in the intense pleasure he was giving her. After a moment of Owen's oral appreciation of Rebecca's breasts he stood up and embraced her. This time that Owen embraced Rebecca, they were both completely nude together for the first time, ever. This kiss started slowly and tenderly, building in intensity until both Owen and Rebecca were on fire for each other.

"Oh take me Sir! I can't wait another moment!" Rebecca said with a hungry tone of voice as Owen broke the kiss to kiss her neck.

Rebecca walked forward as Owen stepped out of the way, still kissing her neck. Rebecca crawled up on to the bed and positioned herself in the middle of it, on all fours. Owen smiled a seductive smile at Rebecca as he admired the unique profile of the very pregnant woman kneeling on the bed with her belly and oversized breasts hanging down. The hunger in her eyes pleaded with Owen to mount her quickly and the shivers that ran through her body were a testament to her eager need.

"Please, Sir, I need to feel you inside me now!" Rebecca pleaded in a needy and desperate tone of voice as she looked over her shoulder and directly into Owen's eyes.

Rebecca watched Owen get onto the bed and position himself behind her. As he did so some movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Rebecca turned her gaze to see a perfect profile of the two of them in a dressing mirror which across the room. Rebecca watched intently as Owen grasped his thick cock, the cock she had been dreaming of, and brought it to the entrance of her pussy.

Owen did not pause, and as soon as she felt his cock splitting her pussy lips she felt the glorious sensation of his cock sinking into her pussy. Through the reflection in the mirror their eyes locked and both could see the intense pleasure on each other's face as Owen's fat cock sank slowly all the way into her pussy. Pausing only momentarily when his cock was fully inside Rebecca, Owen withdrew at a slightly quicker pace.

Rebecca was filled with such exquisite joy just from the first few strokes of the coupling and knowing just who she was coupling with, she almost cried tears of joy. Owen's pace quickened considerably as his own hunger took over. Owen had a firm grip on Rebecca's hips as he hammered away at her pussy. One thought came into her lust-drunk mind, something was missing to make this moment perfect.

It only took a few flicks of her hair before Owen took the hint and grasped a large handful of her hair and started to tug. When she felt the tension on her scalp instead of her hips, Rebecca was wild with passion and came quickly. Images of the wild fucking that Veronica had given Karen that morning and the decadent thought that she had recreated that scene that same night filled her mind as Owen's cum filled her pussy.

Feeling a long-neglected need finally fulfilled, the lateness of the hour came over her and quickly Rebecca started to get tired. Part of her wanted to do more but she was too tired to do anything more. With a sleepy smile, Rebecca kissed her Sir and plopped down in bed and quickly fell asleep. Before sleep overtook her she felt the warm embrace of her Sir, as he spooned her from behind. Rebecca fell asleep with a smile on her face, knowing she was in the protecting arms of her Sir.
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