Incest of a Loving and Dutiful Son

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.