Big Changes At Home Ch 04

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.