Big Changes At Home Ch. 04

bypolyman©

Chapter Four: The Inquisitive Rosina

Curiosity is generally considered to be a good thing. Someone who has an inquisitive nature is usually looked upon as being intelligent; possessing a keen intellect. Some people possess a deep desire to know all secrets, to unravel all mysteries. To them, the search is almost as important, if not more important, than the answer itself. These people can't help themselves, for it ingrained deep within their nature, to discover the truth; all truth.

Rosina is one of these people, and has been so as long as she could remember. Perhaps it would have been better for her to become a police officer, private investigator, or scientist, rather than the nurse that she was studying to become. Rosina liked helping and caring for people, and it was for that reason that she decided to become a nurse. She was in her first year of college and had a ways to go, but already started to feel weighed down with her studies. The last thing she needed was a distraction from her classes and studies, but that is what she had, something wouldn't leave her alone.

Last night her mother had dragged her brother out for a "birthday drink," since it was his twenty-first birthday yesterday. This morning there was something different between them, but Rosina couldn't pinpoint exactly what. For one thing Rosina found her mother feeding her brother breakfast! To bring him breakfast in bed was strange and unusual in itself but to feed him was just bizarre! That was odd in itself but Rosina couldn't help but notice that her mother looked fresh, complete with makeup. Now that Rosina thought about it she swore that she heard the shower running earlier that morning, before her mother's shower. During that second shower Rosina swore that she heard her mother shout "Master." Then to see her brother and mother exit the bathroom, both looking showered was too much to let slip. Rosina had many questions and no answers; something was going on, something concerning that birthday outing.

As Rosina stepped off of the bus not far from her house, she swore to herself that she would find out what was going on. A small part of her mind told her that she might not like what she found. For Rosina, she had no choice, there was a mystery afoot and she had to solve it. Just knowing there was a secret that she didn't know would gnaw away at her until she figured it out. As she walked up the stairs to the house, Rosina knew she would do nothing other than work on this mystery tonight. Thankfully there were no assignments due tomorrow and she had only planned to review that evening. Until she knew what was going on between her mother and brother, she would not be able to concentrate. She opened the door and walked to where she knew her mother would be: the kitchen

"Hi, mom," Rosina said as she walked into kitchen and saw her mother preparing dinner on the stove.

"Hi, Sweetie, how was school?" Taryn asked with a warm smile as she hugged her daughter.

"Great, how was your day, what did you do?" Rosina asked her mother after kissing her.

"I treated myself to a day at the spa. Did you know Karen Basilone, Veronica's mother, runs the spa around the way?" Taryn said with excitement as Rosina broke the embrace and walked toward the refrigerator.

"Who?" Rosina asked curiously as she opened the fridge and looked inside for something to drink.

Taryn had to shake her head as she couldn't help but notice what a tight and shapely ass her daughter had. Taryn was troubled by "noticing" her daughter in such a way. She wrote it off as a result of the very strange events of the past twenty-four hours. Taryn had to return her attention to the stove for fear that Rosina would catch her staring at her ass.

"She was married to Tony Basilone, one of the lawyers at your father's firm," Taryn said as she stirred the pasta sauce quickly.

"Oh." Rosina replied nonchalantly, as she still searched for a can of coke. In truth she didn't remember any of the names mentioned and didn't care who they were.

"I ended up helping Karen out the rest of the day, and I'm going back tomorrow," Taryn said with pride and smiled at her daughter's back, steeling a glance at the tight ass.

"Okay, why?" Rosina asked as she pulled out a can of coke, closed the fridge and leaned against it to look inquisitively at her mother.

"I don't need to spend my whole day cleaning this place, you guys are grown up and don't need me as much anymore," Taryn said as she stirred the pot on the stove.

"So you're bored, I get it." Rosina replied with a nod of her head as she took a sip of the coke. "But we'll always need you mom!" she said as she gave her mother a hug from behind.

"Thanks, dear," Taryn said as she patted Rosina's hand and smiled at her daughter.

"So how was last night?" Rosina asked in a calm and casual tone of voice as she took a seat at the kitchen table.

"What?" Taryn replied as her face flushed with panic.

"That birthday drink thing with Owen, how did that go? You guys didn't get back until late, anything interesting happen?" Rosina asked in a manner that she tried hard to keep casual and not inquisitive.

"Oh nothing special, a few drinks, some dancing, quite boring really." Taryn said quickly and dismissively. "How are your studies coming for your finals?" she asked with a bright smile and looked directly at Rosina.

Rosina wasn't buying it; she could tell that her mother was being evasive about last night. Clearly, something happened last night that her mother didn't want to talk about. The odd behavior must be a result of whatever incident had happened during their outing. For a brief moment Rosina thought about pressing her mother further on this issue, but decided against it. Since her mother didn't know that she knew something was going on it would be wise to keep a low profile. If Rosina kept quiet she might be able to piece together the whole picture without raising suspicions. With a sigh Rosina engaged her mother in idle small-talk as her mother made dinner. Rosina set dinner for four at the dinner table, it was a tradition to set the place for dad but simply start without him. On an extremely rare occasion Richard actually made it home for dinner on time.

When Owen came home Rosina looked at him intently; she wanted to see how the two of them reacted to each other. In seeing the two of them together, it might provide some clues as to what was going on. After her mother's evasive answer about last night, it wasn't a question of IF something was going, it was a question of WHAT was going on. Rosina was in the dining room with her back to the door to the kitchen, and off to the side when Owen burst into the Kitchen. Rosina was not in the doorway but could see what was going on in the reflection in the glass of the china cabinet.

"Hello dear, how was school, Rosina's setting the table for dinner," Taryn said with a look of fear in her eyes as she turned to face the approaching Owen.

Hmm, that last part was clearly meant as a sly warning for Owen, Rosina thought to herself. Why would Owen care what she was doing? Why would her mother think that Owen would give a shit where his sister was, unless it was to tell him to watch himself, because she was in the next room. Rosina stood still, not moving a muscle; her eyes were glued to her brother as he hugged his mother and moved in for a kiss.

So far, this was not abnormal, for it was usual for the two of them to hug and kiss their mother hello. They did it whenever they left or came home, it was one of those things they always did. However, even looking in the reflection of the china cabinet, Rosina could tell that this was a different kind of hug and kiss. Rosina could see that her mother melted into the embrace of her son in a way that a mother shouldn't; there was not an inch of space between them. That was strange enough but the kiss was even more bizarre, for it was a full on lip-lock! It was not a platonic kiss you give a family member. Even though it lasted only a few seconds, it was a hot kiss, full of passion. Rosina's chin hit the floor when she saw the sultry, satisfied smile on her mother's face when the kiss was over.

"Watch it! Rosina's in the next room!" Taryn said in a hissing whisper as she smacked Owen on the shoulder and broke the embrace.

"Couldn't help myself," Owen said with a cocky smile on his face as Taryn turned back to the stove and started to stir the pasta briskly.

"Cool it!" Taryn said in a scolding whisper over her shoulder.

"I will," Owen said as he openly groped his mother's ass, before departing the room from the direction he had come.

The fact that the only response that her mother gave to that obviously sexual contact was a dirty scowl over her shoulder at her departing son, cinched it. Now Rosina KNEW that something was going on! It was almost unfathomable to conceive that anything sexual could possibly be going on between a mother and son! What Rosina had just witnessed, made it clear that something sexual had happened between the two of them. What was harder to understand was that it was obviously an ongoing thing. How could either of them have allowed anything sexual to happen between them? Even if it did happen once, how could either of them do it again? Why would either of them want to do it again? What mother would want to have sex with her son? What son would want to have sex with his mother? Owen himself was never a "momma's boy" and rarely showed affection to either her or their mother. He would be the last guy on the planet that Rosina would have imaged to have harbored any romantic feelings for his mother.

Rosina felt sick to her stomach as a result of all of these disgusting questions and concepts that rolled through her mind. It was at that point that a smart person would have washed their hands of the situation and pretended not to have noticed anything. Anyone could see that the truth of the mystery would not be pleasant. This was not in Rosina's nature, for the game was only beginning; there were many more questions that needed answering. As troubling as it was, Rosina would find out the truth of this situation. She told herself that once she knew exactly what was going on she would put a stop to it for both of their sakes. This sort of thing was not normal and would only hurt the whole family in the long run!

"All done," Rosina said in an informal manner, as she sauntered into the kitchen.

"Oh good, here, set this out," Taryn said with a smile as she handed Rosina the pot of spaghetti noodles.

Rosina tried hard not to outwardly look angry or otherwise lash out at her mother. She knew that if she let on that she was on to them, that she may never find out the truth. Her eyes closed to a slit only briefly before she smiled to compensate. She then turned and walked to the dining room, placing the dish of noodles in the centre of the table. Rosina was followed close behind by her mother who put the dish of pasta sauce in the centre of the table, near the noodles.

For the most part dinner was a quiet affair, and everyone ate in relative silence. There was the sporadic small-talk about their days as they ate. The only thing of interest that happened between Owen and Taryn was the light glare that Owen gave Taryn when she mentioned that she was now working at Karen's spa. Rosina watched closely and saw the troubled look that her mother gave Owen in reply. There was more going on between them than had already been revealed. This only intensified Rosina's desire to find out what was going on.

Rosina knew that to find out what was going on she would have to observe them when they were alone. Only when the believed that they were in private would Rosina learn anything of consequence. Perhaps if she left and snuck back, she could watch them and get the answers she sought.

"Well, I'm off," Rosina said as she bounced up from the table, taking her dishes with her.

"Where are you going, dear?" Taryn asked curiously, trying not to show her excitement at the prospect of being alone with Owen.

"I'm going to the library to study," Rosina called out from the kitchen as she rinsed her dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

"How long will you be?" Taryn asked casually, giving Owen a wink that Rosina didn't see.

"Probably till they close at ten," Rosina said as she returned and gave her mother a peck on the lips. "Goodbye, mom," she said before rushing through the kitchen, picking up her backpack as she went.

Rosina walked around the neighborhood, even walking down past the spa that her mother had mentioned. Rosina wasn't going anywhere in particular, she just wanted to kill half an hour. That would give her mother long enough to do the dinner dishes and think that their privacy would be ensured. As well, it would be dark by then and she could spy from the outside of the house with relative safety.

After dark fell, Rosina returned to the house and tucked her backpack behind a front bush. Carefully she peered into the downstairs windows, trying to locate either of them. After looking into all of the downstairs rooms she had a feeling where they were. More than likely they would be upstairs in either their parent's room or Owen's bedroom. Even though they were on the second floor, observing them would not be a problem.

The house had a long sloping roofline broken up by gables at each of the four bedrooms on the second floor. The roof was easy to walk on with little chance of slipping off, except in winter. The bathroom was at one of the ends of rectangle shaped house, with the stairs to the first floor on the opposite end. On the first floor there was a sitting room, dining room, kitchen and study. There was a small central hall that joined up the main entrance to the stairs and four rooms. While the kitchen opened up to the dining room and the main hall, the study only opened up to the main entrance. The sitting room opened up to both the dining room and the main entrance both with dual sliding doors.

While it was a small house it had the finer touches here and there that denoted that the owners had money. For example all of the trim around the walls were in oak and stained in a dark stain. The sliding doors that dominated the lower floor of the house were all in oak and were the pocket-door type, which retracted into the wall. The entertainment centre in the sitting room was full of the latest and greatest electronic devices. The study was expertly detailed and decked out for Richard's use at home, though rarely he used it.

The ivy that grew up the side of the house, which Richard had insisted must stay was what Rosina thanked herself for now. That trellis and ivy made a perfect ladder to the roof. On many occasions she had snuck out of and back into her room this way. She was surefooted on that roof, even more-so in bare feet.

With a smile to herself Rosina walked around to the side of the house and took one last look around her, to see if anyone spotted her. Confident that she was unseen, Rosina quietly climbed up the trellis and onto the roof. The first thing she did, was take off her shoes and socks, this allowed her greater traction on the roof.

Quietly Rosina crept toward the side of Owen's window, making sure to stay out of the light that streamed out of the window. She looked at the window from the side and noticed that the curtains were drawn but they were open a crack. As well, Rosina noticed that the window was open just a touch, just enough to let a bit of air into the room.

Crawling on her belly, Rosina positioned herself to peek into the room through that crack with little chance of being seen. At first glance into the room, Rosina knew that she had hit the jackpot, for she could see and hear both her mother and brother clearly. Rosina now knew that she would finally get some answers. She feared that she may not like what she found out, but she needed to know the truth.

Owen and Taryn were both fully dressed when Rosina first looked into that room. Owen was sitting on the edge of his bed and Taryn was standing just inside the closed door. Owen looked upset about something and from the look on Taryn's face, she was ashamed about something that she had done. Rosina watched and tried to pick up on a conversation that had obviously been underway for a little while.

"I know it will be good for you, but that is not my point!" Owen said in an, almost out of character, firm tone of voice. "You made a major decision without consulting me!" he continued with in aggravated manner.

"I'm sorry, Master, I . . . I didn't think," Taryn said and stifled a sob, knowing that she had upset and disappointed her Master.

MASTER!!! What the hell? Did she just hear that right, Rosina thought to herself as she stared at her mother in disbelief. Did her mother just call her brother, "Master?" Rosina watched the pair in the room with fervent interest, now more than ever needing to know what was going on.

"We're both new at this, so I shall be lenient this time. Do you agree that you need to be punished, Slave?" Owen asked in a commanding and demanding tone of voice that Rosina had never heard him use before.

"Yes, Master, I should be punished," Taryn said with a sorrowful and mournful tone of voice as she hung her head in shame. "I will ask you in the future, Master," she continued and looked up ever so briefly at her son and Master, hoping for some reassurance from him.

"I know you will, Slave," Owen said in a firm, but slightly softer tone of voice. He smiled up at Taryn and waited for their eyes to meet before he continued. "Let's get this over with, lie over my lap," Owen ordered as he brought his legs together and looked up at his mother expectantly.

Silently, Taryn stifled a sob and her eyes got wet as she looked down at Owen's lap for a second. It took only a stern look from Owen to get her to move. Slowly and steadily Taryn moved until she lay across Owen's lap and waited with her rear in the air. Owen then lifted up Taryn's skirt over her waist revealing her panty covered rump. Quickly and without pause Owen reached up and pulled her panties down and off of her body. With a flick of the wrist Owen tossed them against the bedroom door so hard the made a definite thump before they dropped silently on the floor.

"Now I want you to count off and thank me for each one. I think that five will do this time," Owen said in a determined look on his face and raised his hand in the air.

Rosina brought her hand to her mouth as she watched in horror at the scene in the room. Never in a million years would she have thought that such a thing was possible! From the way that her mother was lying across Owen's lap Rosina could see Taryn's face. Her mother was lying across her son's lap with her ass completely uncovered, waiting to be spanked! What parent would ever let their child spank them? What parent would call their child "Master" and let that child call them "Slave?"

CRACK! Owen's hand came down hard on the right cheek of his mother's ass; she squealed in pain.

"ONE! Thank you Master!" Taryn said with a look of fear in her eye and a tear on her cheek.

CRACK! Again Owen spanked his mother hard on the left cheek of her ass.

"TWO! Thank you Master!" Taryn called out and sobbed as another tear ran down her cheek.

CRACK! Again Owen spanked his mother, hard.

"THREE! Thank you Master!" Taryn called out but this time there was a slight smile on her face.

CRACK! Again the Master spanked his Slave.

"FOUR! Thank you Master!" Taryn said with closed eyes and bit her lower lip slightly as she breathed deeply.

CRACK! One last time the son spanked his mother.

"FIVE! Thank you Master!" Taryn said with a satisfied look on her face and opened her eyes where a look of lust lived.

"There, Slave, You have been punished, so I consider the matter closed. I must stress that you MUST ask me about all major decisions from now on, is that clear, Slave?" Owen said firmly as he started to rub his mother's red ass in a comforting gesture.

"Yes, Master but I've been such a bad Slave, I need more, Master!" Taryn said in a needy, lustful tone of voice as she stared blankly out the window.

Rosina almost shrieked in shock and she couldn't believe her ears. Did her mother just ask for more spanking? Could it be possible that her mother actually enjoyed being spanked by her son? Rosina was stunned by all that she had seen so far and part of her wanted to leave. Yet she couldn't move from that spot, she needed to see more of this disgusting scene. Rosina didn't understand why she wasn't able to tear her eyes away from the horrific scene. It was like when you drive past a terrible car accident, you look on in shock and horror, but still want to see the blood and guts. You are shocked and dismayed, yet morbidly curious at the same time, conflicted by opposing emotions to the same stimuli.

"You want more do you?" Owen asked with a cocky grin on his face.

"Yes, Master, your naughty little Slave needs more punishment!" Taryn asked in a husky growl as she looked out the window, seemingly right into Rosina's eyes.

Owen just chuckled as he raised his hand once more and brought it down sharply on his mother's ass. For the next minute or so Owen savagely spanked Taryn without mercy. Taryn shrieked in pain and Rosina considered busting into the room to stop it. If it wasn't for the obscene words of urging from Taryn, Rosina might have done just that. Words like: "Spank me, Master," "Spank your naughty little Slave!" "I've been so bad, Master, spank my ass." One comment more than any other sent Rosina over the edge, and almost made her vomit: "spank me son, spank your mother, spank mommy!"

When Taryn broke into uncontrollable tears, Owen stopped spanking her and started to rub her red ass in a soothing manner. He said nothing as he waited for her crying to subside and stop all together. He smiled at his mother who was still laying over his lap looking blankly out of the window.

"Thank you, Master, I needed that," Taryn said dreamily as her breathing returned to normal.

Rosina's mind was blown at this development! Not only had her mother allowed the spanking to take place, not only that, but she had actually enjoyed the corporal punishment, and even asked for more! Rosina couldn't deny the euphoric look on her mother's face now that the spanking was over and couldn't fathom it. What hit her harder than her mother's reaction to the spanking, was her own. Rosina could feel that her panties were soaked; she was wet and had gotten a sexual charge out of watching it.

"Stand up, Slave and strip, I need to inspect you," Owen said calmly as he lightly tapped Taryn's rear.

Taryn stood up and unzipped the dress that she had been wearing up before lifting it over her head. Taryn tossed her dress carelessly in the direction of her discarded panties. After what Rosina had just witnessed, it didn't seem too strange to see her mother casually strip for her son, on command. Though Rosina knew it wasn't normal, but this scene was far from normal, but still she couldn't tear her eyes away. Without stopping Taryn reached behind her and unfastened the unimaginative bra before removing it. She tossed the bra on top of her dress and panties by the door before standing up straight, like a solder at attention.

Rosina had seen her mother naked before but it was only ever in passing. When they went to the pool they would change together but never before had she looked at it with any interest. This time, as her mother stood straight and tall, waiting for her son to say something, Rosina's eyes walked over her mother's body and drank in every detail. Shockingly she liked what she saw and was silently impressed that her mother looked as good as she did. The size and shape of her mother's breasts were what captivated Rosina's interest, being that they were much larger than her own.

"I see you did shave exactly as I instructed. Good work, Slave," Owen said as he ran his finger through his mother's "O" shaped patch of pubic hair.

It wasn't until that moment that Rosina noticed her mother's pussy or pubic hair at all. With astonishment she saw that indeed her mother's patch of pubic hair had been trimmed into the shape of an "O." Rosina looked on, flabbergasted that her mother would do such a thing, yet part of her was excited by the sight of it. It was obvious what the "O" stood for: Owen, that was yet another bizarre detail of this encounter.

Owen stood up and said, "strip me, Slave."

Taryn did just that as she carefully removed each and every article of clothing that Owen was wearing. Rosina watched with morbid curiosity as her mother did just as her brother had ordered. Part of Rosina wondered why she was doing this? What was it like to be under his total control? The wetness in her panties grew as she watched her mother strip her brother. As more of her brother's body came into view, Rosina's excitement grew. Like her mother's body, Rosina had never given Owen's body a good look. He was her brother and so she never looked at him in that way. As his pants dropped to the floor Rosina couldn't deny that he did have a trim body, he wasn't a body-builder but he did look good. His underwear was the last item to come off and when it did, Rosina took in a sharp breath.

His cock was huge! Rather to say it was fat, deliciously thick would be a better description of it. Rosina started to understand why her mother may be coming back to her son over and over again. Nasty thoughts started to form in her mind as she imagined what that gorgeous hunk of man-flesh would do to a woman's body: her body. Rosina's excitement was growing and she stared to involuntarily squeeze her legs together.

"Did you do the other thing I ordered you to do?" Owen asked as he sat back down on the bed.

"Yes, Master," Taryn replied meekly from her place still kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"Good. Did you succeed? How far did you get?" Owen asked with a raised eyebrow of curiosity.

"Well, Master, I did manage to get her to eat me out, and I ate her out as well." Taryn replied timidly, looking down as she spoke.

"Excellent! How did that make you feel? Did you like it? Would you like to do it again?" Owen asked with interest as he leaned in and looked at his mother.

"I didn't want to do it. I did it only because you ordered me to, Master. But looking back on it now, it wasn't that bad, I actually enjoyed it. With your permission, we may do it again, I don't know; Karen seemed to like it," Taryn said in a shaky tone of voice as she looked down at the floor but looked up at Owen with big, wet eyes when she finished speaking.

"Absolutely, you can have sex with Karen as often as you like, but remember if Richard wants to have you, you must ask my permission first, each time, understand?" Owen said in a commanding tone of voice as he sat up straight.

Rosina wasn't as shocked as she might have been, or perhaps should have been. Her nerves were shot due to the astoundingly bizarre revelations she had seen in the past few minutes. There seemed to be a strange sense of logic to what Owen was saying. While he encouraged their mother to have sex with another woman, he frowned on her having sex with another man, even her husband. On the one hand, most men found the concept of woman-on-woman sex erotic, but could be jealous of his woman having sex with another man. Since their mother was not just having sex with Owen but indeed his Slave, she was bound to him.

Rosina was visibly shaken that she understood what Owen was doing. She felt like a part of herself was being sucked down into their depraved world with each disgusting part of it she understood. As Rosina looked at her brother she started to see him in a different light. Now she saw the, strong, confident man that he had become. She could feel his power, even from her spot lying outside his window. Rosina began to understand why her mother was kneeling before him, and this was the most troubling realization of all.

"You've been such a good Slave, you may suck my cock," Owen said with a cocky smile as he opened his legs.

"Thank you, Master!" Taryn said with a squeal of delight and her whole being lit up as she rushed toward him.

Rosina watched as her mother grasped her Master's cock by the base and opened her mouth wide to take him in. As the head of his cock slipped past her lips Taryn closed her eyes and pushed her lips farther down his shaft. Rosina's eyes opened wide in wonder as she saw the entire, thick cock disappear into her mother's mouth. She knew that she should be disgusted by watching this, but she wasn't. Instead of wanting to vomit at the sight of a mother sucking off her son, Rosina involuntarily licked her lips. Taryn sucked on her son's cock so hard her cheeks hollowed out while she bobbed her head up and down. As Rosina watched the pair, she stared to wonder what it would be like for her mother to do that? What would it feel like to suck on that cock? Rosina couldn't get the image of herself kneeling before Owen, doing that very thing out of her mind. A tear rolled down her cheek as she knew that thought excited her.

Her pussy was throbbing so hard that she needed release, badly! As her mother sucked on her brother's cock, Rosina undid her jeans and thrust her hand down to her pussy. Madly she played with her clit as the illicit and taboo blowjob continued. Rosina's envy grew as her passion grew, in her mind it was she who was sucking off Owen, not her mother! Passion had blurred her better judgment Rosina convinced herself as she thrust a finger into her pussy. She wasn't really tuned on by this, it was just the shock of it all, she told herself with shaky confidence.

"Close! Gonna Cum! Pull out; I want to cum on your face!" Owen groaned out and Taryn stopped the blowjob and aimed the thick cock at her face.

Taryn closed her eyes and waited as she pumped her fist up and down on the slick shaft. With a groan Owen leaned his head back while his cock came to life. Spurt after spurt erupted out of the head of it and splashed onto Taryn's waiting face. There was so much of it that it ran down off of her face and dripped onto her large breasts. When Owen's climax was finally over, he rested back on his hands and took a few deep breaths. After a brief moment he leaned forward and looked at his cum-covered mother eagerly looking up at him. The look on her face was one of love and devotion, she loved bringing him pleasure and being used for his pleasure, and it showed.

Rosina's finger thrust madly in and out of her hot and wet pussy at a blinding pace. She was so horny by what she saw and couldn't believe how hot watching her brother cum all over his mother's face and tits excited her. Once again, in her mind, Rosina replaced her mother with herself. She closed her eyes and envisioned that it was her face and tits that now dripped with her brother's cum. That image lived in her mind as she started to convulse in orgasmic bliss. She bit her lip so hard that she thought she was going to draw blood but knew that she had to keep quiet. She came harder on that darkened roof than she had ever remembered and for a moment everything went black. The shifting of her weight brought her back to reality as she started to roll off the roof. She caught herself before she had rolled one revolution but still the incident startled her

"Suck me hard again, Slave," Owen said with a determined tone of voice.

"Yes, Master," Taryn said and immediately started to lick and suck on Owen's cock in an effort to resuscitate it.

Rosina moved closer to the window, to get a better view, as she knew what was going to happen next. Rosina knew that her brother was going to fuck their mother; this was something she had to see. Rosina was far past any sort of logic now, way beyond idle curiosity about the odd behavior of her mother and brother. Rosina was hot and horny from watching the taboo scene and needed to see more. As she saw Owen's cock come to life from her mother's ministrations, she longed to see that monster plunging deep into her mother's depths.

"Good enough, Slave. Get on your hands and knees, on the bed," Owen commanded as he stood up and moved aside.

"Oh yes, Master!" Taryn gushed and scurried up on the bed and got into the position she had been ordered to.

Casually and with an arrogant smile on his face Owen climbed up on the bed and positioned himself behind his mother. He placed both of his hands on her hips and inched himself forward. Without being told, Taryn reached between her legs and gently grasped his cock, guiding it to the entrance of her womanhood. With a dreamy expression on her face Taryn remained motionless, waiting for her Master to mount her.

"What do you want, Slave?" Owen sneered with a cocky manner about him.

"I want you to fuck me, Master," Taryn said in a needy whine, with her eyes closed.

"What are you?" Owen asked as he rocked his hips back and forth, casing his cock to slide up and down Taryn's slit.

"I'm your Slave, Master," Taryn said with a lusty growl as she stared blankly at the wall.

"And what am I?" Owen asked with a husky, lust filled tone of his own as he continued to tease Taryn's pussy.

"You're my Master!" Taryn insisted, as her body started to slowly rock back and forth, in reaction to his teasing.

"Who owns you?" Owen asked with a commanding tone of voice.

"You, Master!" Taryn said with a dreamy look in her eye as she smiled to herself.

"How long will you serve me, Slave?" Owen asked with a growl in his voice and a lust-filled expression on his face.

"For life, Master, I am your Slave for the rest of my life!" Taryn said with a needy whine as her head dropped down. "Please, Master, fuck me! I can't take it anymore, Master, I need you inside me! Fuck me, Master, Fuck me!" Taryn said in a pleading, teary cry as she hung her head and sobbed a few sobs.

"Okay, you asked for it!" Owen said as he pulled hard on Taryn's hips and in one quick motion he was fully inside her.

"OH, MASTER!" Taryn screamed out as her eyes shot open from the intense shock of him suddenly being inside her.

Owen never stopped to let Taryn get used to his size being inside her. Instead, Owen simply pulled back and thrust himself back inside her as quickly as he had the first time. At a savage and intense pace Owen ravaged Taryn's body, and her body instinctively reacted to him. Taryn rocked back and forth, making sure to meet his thrusts with one of her own. The stern look on her face was one of intense pleasure mixed with pure lust.

Rosina felt her pussy throb in time with her heartbeat as she watched her brother wildly fuck their mother. As she watched them fuck, she felt a few things changing within her. Rosina could understand a little more what was going on. She could feel Owen's commanding presence, even from outside the window. She could sense his power and felt weaker just being near him, so much so that she couldn't look him in the eye. Rosina looked at her mother's face and tried to feel just what she was feeling.

Rosina wanted to know just what that lucky whore was feeling, being taken and claimed by that powerful man. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of their coupling. In her mind it was she that Owen was savagely fucking, not their mother; her pussy throbbed in time with their fucking. Rosina wondered just what it would be like to be with him, to belong to him, to serve him. The last thought caused Rosina to shudder as she imagined herself on her knees before Owen swearing to be his Slave for life. Her excitement grew so much so that she almost came at the thought of it, but why?

What was it about this scenario that Rosina found so enthralling and erotic? What was wrong with her that made her want to fuck her brother? Why did she have this compelling need to serve him, to be his Slave? The weakness that she felt was growing within her, and she was starting to feel incomplete without him, without knowing that she belonged to him. Rosina longed to feel his hands on her hips, his gorgeously thick cock plunging her depths, but she didn't know why that felt so right? She was excited and terrified at the same time by these thoughts that seemed to call to a dark part of her soul.

"Fuck me, Master! Harder!" Taryn urged over her shoulder as she threw more of her weight behind each thrust.

"Close, so close!" Owen hissed through his teeth as he quickened his pace. "CUUUUUMMMING!!!" Owen shouted as he threw his head back and slammed into Taryn one last time.

Taryn's eyes shot wide open when she felt the first ropes of his cum hit her deepest depths. Bliss emanated from her as she knew that she had brought her Master pleasure. The thought pushed her over the edge and Taryn climaxed as her son continued to cum deep within her. With one last gulp of air and a shout of, "OH MASTER!!" Taryn passed out, collapsing on the bed. Owen breathed deep and quick as he recovered from his intense climax deep within his mother's pussy. He pulled himself out of her and let her lower half collapse so that she was lying flat on the bed. He crawled up beside the woman he had just fucked and pulled her to him. He embraced her and held her to him as she started to stir to life, looking up at him with love and adoration when she did.

"Master, that was wonderful, I love you so much," Taryn said with a teary confession as she looked into Owen's face with a wide smile.

"And I love you too, Slave," Owen replied with an equally sincere confession of love and smiled at Taryn.

The pair of incestuous lovers snuggled down in that bed and held each other. Rosina looked at them and knew that they were serious in their confession of love for each other. They loved each other not as mother and son, but as lovers, as Master and Slave. Rosina longed to be loved and held like that. She envied her mother the tender embrace of her Master at that moment.

Rosina started to cry as the conflicting emotions got the better of her, she desperately wanted something she couldn't accept. Part of Rosina hated her mother and brother for what they were doing, and how they had made her feel. The other part of her wanted to feel what her mother felt, to know exactly what it was like to be a Slave to a Master. Rosina couldn't accept her lust for her brother and knew she would never let herself do anything like she had just witnessed. But the soaked panties and crotch of her jeans were a testament to the fact that she wanted to. Even as she made her way to the side of the house, to the trellis, lewd images of what she had just seen flashed across her mind. Quite frequently in those images, she replaced her mother in those images. She saw herself sucking off Owen, she saw herself getting fucked mercilessly, she saw herself swearing to be his Slave for life, she saw herself holding him tenderly after the fuck was over.

As Rosina's feet hit the ground her tears flooded forth and she slumped down by the ivy to cry. Tears poured forth as she felt nothing but pain over her desires that she couldn't explore. For what seemed like hours she sobbed as she curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

With a start she awoke and looked around at the cold, dark surroundings and for a moment forgot where she was. Looking at her watch she saw to her horror that it was one-twenty-three in the morning; she was so very late! She sprang to her feet and rushed to the front of the house. She grasped her backpack from where she had stored it, unlocked and entered the house.

The house was dark and for a moment she thought she was safe. Rosina started to walk up the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. When she got almost to the top of the stairs she felt someone's presence and looked up to find her mother standing there with a relieved look on her face. Instantly images of what she had witness crossed Rosina's mind as she looked at her mother.

"Where've you been, the library closed hours ago!" Taryn asked sternly but in a quiet tone of voice.

"Sorry mom, I met some friends and we went for coffee . . . time got away from us . . . you know how it is," Rosina replied quickly, looking only briefly at her mother as she continued to walk up the stairs

"I was so worried, I'm glad you're okay, dear," Taryn said as she hugged her daughter tightly, and sighed her relief.

Rosina was not at all comfortable being this close to her mother after all she had witnessed and experienced. She felt every curve of her mother's body, as she held her mother and flashed back to seeing that body in action. With a shake of her head and a stifled sob she broke the embrace and started toward her bedroom.

"I'm tired mom. Can we talk in the morning?" Rosina said quickly as she walked into her bedroom and closed the door.

Taryn stood there for a moment, looking at her daughter's closed bedroom door. Something was up, something was wrong with her daughter, but what? Perhaps, Rosina would talk to her about it in a few days as she always did. They always talked about what was bothering Rosina, but something told her this time it would be different. Her daughter seemed uncomfortable around her; could she know? Taryn's heart sunk as she pondered the real possibility that anyone, especially her own daughter might know of her special relationship with Owen. What would she do if it were true? How would she get her daughter to understand something she barely understood and accepted herself? Worrying would get her nowhere, and she needed her sleep, for her first day of her job was tomorrow. It was with that comforting thought that she went to bed, curling up to her husband.