The Second Mother 2 - (R63!Tommy Taffy goes Ara Ara)

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The first month with Tammy was quite interesting.

Some may say that she didn't appear weird beyond merely keeping most of the time around me and Jade, but some would also not know that she had changed some of the habits we had at home.

It didn't come as a surprise that Tammy would, at times, be in the bed with both mom and dad. They would be also quite loud, and we thought that it was just a normal thing between three parents. Admittedly, Jade noticed a few signs of claws on dad's back, and some light bruises around mom's neck.

At the time, we thought it was 'wrestling', a lie that both our parents and Tammy decided to keep up for a few years until we learned what sex was. We still had a form of innocence to ourselves that Tammy soon started to slowly shred. It wasn't anything unpleasant or chilling, but it started a bit uneasy as Tammy also decided to join us during bathtime.

Her reasoning was - "Since it's important to save up water, we can bathe together. Like mother and children~."

Jade saw no flaw with that logic, but I was getting closer and closer to puberty and I had already noticed women. To share the bathroom with a nude and gorgeous one such as Tammy was quite the situation. Sitting by the tub, I could only frown as I saw Tammy and Jade giggling while cleaning up each other.

My sister was actually the one element that I didn't mind. In fact, I would go as far as to say it took three years for that to change. Jade was a little rascal, but she loved her bubbles so much that she hardly got herself too exposed beyond showing bits of her upper chest.

Tammy was instead quite 'transparent' about her nudity. She had no bubbles, always moved so that, even if submerged, I could see her lower body. Her groin was smooth and hairless, a sign that she was quite 'clean' in that regard.

Tammy would hardly do anything out of the ordinary. It is true that she helped Jade cleaning up, but her touch hardly strayed from brief proper brushing over her skin with a sponge. She was quite pushy on having us both as autonomous as we could be, limiting her presence to helping and watching over us. A week into this chance, and it hardly felt like a shocking circumstance.

As the first month wrapped up, Taffy had also made a point to never leave the house. She admitted that 'she loved the place too much' and that 'her family was there and that's all that mattered'.

She would help with the dishes, she would help cleaning, and she even started to help with the homework. In a strange sense of things, it really felt like having two mothers. But what I would learn as the year progressed was that this was how Tammy worked: slowly, carefully, and slowly seeding the path into a more intense experience.

And the real next step after bathing with me and my sister was something that came up on my end.

School was being school, and while I was handling grades just fine, I was struggling with sports. Football was difficult for someone as 'average' as I was, and the lack of training beyond what P.E. gave us also didn't help.

So, one day, I was told by the coach that I wouldn't be able to ultimately join any team for highschool if I wanted to. Going back home, I was in quite the annoyed mood. What was I meant to do? As a child, whining felt easier than actually step back and plan a way to solve this.

"Is everything alright, Richie?"

Tammy's voice made me jump, my wide eyes turning to her as the woman regaled me with a concerned smile.

"I-I am fine. Just... angry."

"Angry? Why?"

The focus felt a bit unusual compared to previous times, but I still spilled the beans on the matter. Tammy listened, nodded and then smiled some more.

"I see. You just need to train so you can become strong and athletic," The blonde remarked confidently. "How about we do some training together after lunch?"

Training was pretty much akin to what I knew from school, but it was difference since Tammy was keeping track of me, telling me what I was doing wrong and actively helping me through the exercises. The sessions were quite tiring, and it kind of ended up leaving me quite drained during baths. Tammy would use this opportunity to help me. She hardly got too intense about it, always doing what she would do, keeping away from my front and yet making her presence known.

I could still remember the few times she had my hands 'mistakenly' hugged by her sweaty breasts, leaving me to unconsciously sniff that alluring womanly scent that she had to herself whenever she sweated.

Time and time again, I always expected her to do something - anything. When I was a boy, I thought it was just my nerves speaking up as if Tammy was a threat or something.

But as a grown-ass man, I realized this was all part of my entry in puberty.

I already had my 'nightly emissions' started a week before, and with Tammy knew that perfectly. Which is why her being around and hounding me with that voluptuous body, I was starting to crave more than just hugs, cuddles and basic teasing.

She was playing for the long game for me to make the first move, and then she offered the opening my instinct needed in a single proposition.

"If you get higher grades in P.E., I may actually reward you for the hard work."

This sounded suspicious, but it didn't stop little me from doing just that. I continued to train long enough (and even further) as I got myself upgrading that B+ into a proper A.

My parents were delighted at the news as it was another good grade for them to listen to, but Tammy... She had that happy look that stirred in me that awareness that, while it was fair for a parent to feel overjoyed of successes, she was also looking forward to reward me accordingly.

I asked for the reward as mom and dad were busy with Jade as she had to prepare for her dance club, and she offered to do so as the rest of the family was out.

Once that was the case, she invited me for another training session. What was the reward? The question kept on nagging me through that training exercise, making me extremely bothered but also excited. I was giddy, ecstatic beyond than annoyed. And as it was time for the bath, Tammy finally told me what she was giving me as a reward.

"You may touch my breasts whenever you wish."

This sentence felt like an absurd thing to hear, especially when it was uttered so calmly and so confidently.

"...Just now or-"

"Anytime you want. May it be in private and here in the bathtub, or perhaps during the meals with the rest of the family watching," The blonde interrupted, sounding even more confident now. "If you wish, I may have Eli do the same. I am sure your first mother wouldn't mind treating her son properly."

For some unknown reason I couldn't remember, I reacted against that latter idea. "N-No. I want just... you."

But while I still have no clue what pushed me to do this, I could see Tammy's eyes widening a fraction and... her smile sporting more honesty on how pleased that rebuttal made her feel.

"Ara Ara, what a good boy that you are. Then... how about you show me that your words are true~?"

Feeling bold, I crawled up to her and, due to the limits of the tub, I was soon pressing against her. My head squeezed by her melons, with my hands teasing her as I felt my world conquered by that beautiful woman. She hugged me close, making me aware of the warmth erupting from her body as she yearned for my childish touch.

Soft and yet firm, her breasts were made of heavenly material. For a little boy that had just started to venture into the world of lewdness, the way this freedom pushed me deeper into the depravity left me without hesitation. It all felt right, it all felt pleasant, it all felt... good.

Tammy merely hugged me, humming and letting out soft moans as she encouraged me to tough and molest her further.

It would become the habit for this to unfold just when it was the two of us in the tub for a few years, always feeling unnerved by the idea of doing it outside of that private bubble or with Jade around. Tammy never made a fuss about it, telling me it was 'my right' to decide when I wanted to touch her as she gave me permission to do so.

"Consent is important. A strong man takes, but he never does so without knowing if the woman wishes to be taken."

This was part of the major lessons we were supposed to learn, and I admit that even now I keep track of those when hanging around lovely ladies. Never push the limit, never put them in a position without that choice, and alwasy be ready to back away if they said 'no'.

This kind of mindset saved my ass a few times, but there were also other rules that helped making sure that consent truly wasn't an issue. Buttering the ladies always make the choice easier and restraint allowed to avoid any issue in the long run.

But at that time, Tammy started to teach me how sex worked.

It wouldn't take too long for Jade to tag along in that path.

AN

So, as mentioned in QQ, the idea itself comes from the notion of lewdify some of the horror stories. An example of that would be analog horrors or horror movies. Hence why I may entertain similar stories like this one.