Incest of a Loving and Dutiful Son by lovemom4ever

To start with, my grandfather Bill was an American serviceman in Japan in the nineteen fifties and my grandmother was a Japanese woman. My grandfather is half black and half white and my grandmother is half Chinese.Grandmother Chiyo: Äfter the war our family moved to Tokyo as our farm was no longer sustainable. My father and mother have a small restaurant in the red light district. I helped out in the restaurant and got to know pretty well some of the servicemen from America. Thinking that I might be able to help my family to migrate to America my family encouraged me to find an American husband. I succeeded in getting your grandfather Bill to marry me. However, instead of returning to America after his tour of duty Bill chose to start an import and export business in Tokyo. It seemed he had nothing much to look forward to in America. He was at home in Japan and he learned to speak the language. In spite of all that his business still failed and my parent’s restaurant business was barely making ends meet. He told us to move back to the farm while he got a job in a shipping company. He was at sea most time of the year and returned home for a few weeks at a time.

James, my father: We had a small farm house. I remembered that during his shore leave at home he almost fucked my mon every day of the week. How did I know that? Because I was being allowed to watch them. It first happened because of an unforeseen circumstance. When my father was away at sea for most mornings my grandparents, the Aizawas would be at the marketplace selling our farm produce during the day. My mom and I would be doing farm work at our two small farms which were located at a short distance from the house. Usually my grandmother would cook lunch and bring it to us before she and grandfather left for the market. Mom and I would have our lunch out in the farm and only come home in the late afternoon. But during those two weeks while father was on shore leave Mom would stay at home with him and cook lunch and I would have to come home for my lunch. It was on one of those occasions when I came home to find my father furiously fucking Mom on the mattress laid out on the floor. I was eighteen and I had never came across a sexual intercourse scene before but I had seen farm animals doing it so I could easily guess what was going on between my father and my mom. Besides, when I came upon them they were making lots of noises, groaning, sighing, granting and kind of hissing. And the door was ajar.l Because of their immersion in that heightened sexual state of mind they did not notice my presence. My first instinct upon crashing in on the scene was to quickly move away. I went outside the house and looked in through a window. From the window I could still see through the door my Mom being fucked. Their arses were facing the doorway and I could actually see father’s cock moving, piston-like, in and out of Mom’s hairy pussy. I did not see my father’s face but every now and then my mother would turn her face to the side or lift her head while arching her back upon reaching orgasm. I would then see her pink sweaty face which was screwed up as if she was in pain. After the first time I asked Mom to make lunch early for me to take to work. I got to know Dad’s fucking habits like his favourite time so I would sneak home to watch them fuck and then left for the farm and only return in the late afternoon. Most of the time when I came home the door was left completely open I did not know about my father but I was quite sure my mom saw me watching at least one of those times. But she never mentioned it to me. It seemed to me, to her it was the most natural thing in the world to have a son watching his mother fucked.

At the time I fantasized that she might be actually enjoying me as a “vicarious” participant in the act. Later, when we became lovers, she was able to confirm that it was indeed the case. She loved me watching her.

Grandmother Chiyo: Bill was of mixed parentage, half black half white. He had a strong sex drive and a seven or eight inch cock. I am not sure. I never tried to measure the girth of his cock but I it seemed to be as thick as seven or eight standard size pencils tied together. There was no foreplay or tenderness from him. He just pushed the huge cock into my pussy and fucked the hell out of me. I never refuse him. I love fucking as much as he did.

James, my father: I remembered mom was always moaning loudly, On those occasions when I was able to see her face I noticed that she was clenching and grinding her teeth and making heavy breathing sounds like “hoo..hoo..shee..shee” as he jammed his cock like a piston into her leaky, shiny, swollen pink pussy. I soon learned to masturbate in time with mon’s moans. It made me felt as if I was fucking her myself.

Grandmother Chiyo: When James was around nineteen Bill was killed in a night club brawl and I was widowed. I went through a year with only masturbation. Let me tell you a little bit more about my masturbation. I have a good friend Rika, who was three years older than me. She was married when she was eighteen years old to a much older man by an arranged marriage. The marriage to this landlord was for a sum of money to pay back the family debt. She was to produce a son for him. The man was forty and was almost impotent without help from Rika. Rika was taught by her match-maker to massage his cock to erection. She managed to produce a son for him. After that there was zero sex between them. He was a proud man and knew he did not do right by her. He warned her not to commit adultery or else he would kill her and her family. Actually that warning was unnecessary because it was a tightly knit community and the only man available would have to be members of the extended family and a secret like a sexual tryst would be impossible to hide. She was not sex-crazy enough to risk certain calamity to herself and her father’s family. She soon learned to seek solace in masturbation. She told me about her masturbation and showed me how it was done. When Bill was away I sometimes visited her and we masturbated together. Therefore it was no surprise to me that when her son had his eighteenth birthday she taught him to have sex with her. Of course her husband knew about it. He was fifty-eight by then and he was OK with it except that no one beside the three of them would know about it. Perhaps he even liked the idea of his own son fucking his young wife. Rika told me about her affair with her son. Even though her son was a friend of James he never told James anything about this secret with his Mom.

It was almost one year after Bill’s death and James was almost twenty. I decided to follow in Rika’s footsteps. A few days ago I bought James two books on sex and told him to read it. I Knew he had been watching his Dad and I fuck but I want him to feel that what we were going to do was not flippant. One afternoon, a few days later, I had just watched a bull doing it with a cow. My God! Its huge cock just made me unbearably hot and horny. I left the barn deciding that I needed a fuck right away. As I came up to the house I saw my son sitting at the top of the stairs reading one of the book I handed him a few days ago. I walked up the stairs and stood right in front of him with his face inches away from my crotch. I put my hand on his head and asked him in plain simple words, “James, you know what I desperately need now. Would you like to step into your father’s shoes and play with me?” He looked up at me and said softly, “Yes, Mom. I had been dreaming about this all my life. Without any warning he grabbed my hips, pulled me forward and squashed his face into my crotch. I know I had been sweating with work at the barn and I must be stinking down there because I had not yet had my bath. But he seemed to love it because I heard him inhaling deeply my scent before he stood up.

James: Actually I hve a secret to share with you all. It was what I found out about Mom even before she approached me with her suggestion for incest. Usually I came home for lunch at noon. Afterwards, I would bring lunch to my Mom at the farm as she did not come home for lunch. One day my friend celebrated his birthday with an early lunch so I ate my full at the party. I came home much early that day and I went straight to the farm with my Mom’s lunch. It was more than an hour earlier. From a short distance away I saw a farmhand peeking into the barn through a broken plank. I went to the other side of the barn and peeked in too. Mom was being fucked by our dog !! She was on her hands and knees and the dog’s penis was jabbing into her pussy. I was shocked and sadden by the sight. I knew I had to do something to help Mom out, but I did not know how to approach the subject with her. But first, I had to decide which is worse, letting Mom resorting to fucking a dog or should I break the taboo and commit incest on her.

I was unbelievably happy that she took the initiative. Thus I felt no shame or guilt about having sex with my mom. I believed Mom did not have those hang-ups either. It was common knowledge that in Japan incest was not rare. It was dangerous and unacceptable for Japanese to commit adultery with another man in a small village community and so incest with sons was a reasonable alternative.

My mom was half Chinese by virtue of the fact that her mother was Chinese. As such she was much taller and robust than the average Japanese women who are isolated on a few islands, unlike the continental Chinese. Those of you who have watched the Olympic Chinese divers and weight-lifters could see that difference. (The Chinese of Northern and Western China especially have DNA infusiion from many racial types through the ages. Some of them shared their DNA with the Turks, the Arabs, the Tartars, the Russians, and other Indo-Europian sub-strains.) My mom was 40 at the time. She was five feet six and weighed about a hundred and forty pounds. She did not have those thick arse cheeks of a black woman, or Jennifer Lopez but her hips were very wide and well padded. she had big breasts and thick thighs. A good stout farm worker like those I saw around me. But what I did not get to see on the other women I saw on my mother. She has thick hair in her armpits and on her sex-triangle and around her pussy, all the way to her anus. Remember most of what I got to see while she was being fucked by father was her thickly covered hairy pussy.