My Japanese Mom, My Boyfriend's BWC Pt. 06

Sudden nausea washed over me as I knocked lightly on the door of the hotel room.

After waiting for a few moments, I reached for the phone in my handbag, beginning to wonder if I had the right room number. As my fingers closed around it, I heard movement from the other side.

Oh shit.

I watched the door handle turn with a sense of absolute dread.

My father stood there, his eyes red and rheumy.

He had obviously been crying. His shirt looked creased and a stain was visible on the collar. For once his glasses were nowhere to be seen. I noticed with some shock how old he appeared, fifty years of life etched in the lines on his face.

I thought of the sacrifices he had made for me... and my mother. Moving to a new country, learning a new language, studying at night while he worked menial jobs during the day. Beginning a new career at 30 as a financial analyst. Late nights in the office. Regular business trips, sometimes only celebrating his birthday over a phone call home. Connecting flights. Delays. Lost luggage. Jet lag.

Tedium that would make most people go crazy.

Countless hugs, kisses, talks. Words of consolation and wisdom...

The love of a good father.

Tainted. By me. By my actions... more than anyone's. He had all but lost his marriage because of me.

Because of my slutty nature.

My need to go too far.

I couldn't begin to imagine how betrayed he must have felt. Maybe there was no word strong enough for what he was feeling.

In his pathetic state, I saw him for the first time as a solitary man, not just my father. His world was upended, simply by his returning home unexpectedly one day. His future, any hopes or dreams, crushed on his daughter's bed.

His gaze avoided mine.

At that moment, I felt a kind of shame that most people couldn't even imagine.

"Hi, Dad. Can I... come in?" I asked nervously.

Sighing deeply, he turned to walk back into the room, leaving the door open. I followed him, closing the door softly behind me.

He sat heavily on the bed, almost collapsing onto it, his head hanging in his hands. I sat beside him tentatively, unsure as to what he must have thought of me. Did he hate me? I certainly wouldn't blame him.

He attempted to talk but the words got stuck. I felt how raw his emotion was. Tears welled in his eyes.

I wanted to hug him, to hold him close to me.

Instead, I placed my hand on his shoulder, a small gesture of my love and the immense guilt I felt for hurting him so.

And that was it. That did it.

He began to sob, his body heaving almost violently with the emotional outpouring. He struggled to take deep enough breaths, his body betraying him. I wrapped my arms around my poor father's neck and wept with him.

Unmanned, he gave in to his broken heart, allowing some of his pain to escape with each tear. Over and over, I whispered, "I'm so sorry Dad..."

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After a little time had passed, we regained ourselves somewhat.

Not knowing what to do we just held each other in silence.

Without a trace of anger in his voice, he asked simply, "How long?"

I didn't know if I should tell him. I didn't want to hurt him any more than he had been already... but... I also never wanted to lie to my father again.

I owed the man at least that.

"A month or so," I responded quietly, my voice suddenly that of a child.

He sighed, his shoulders sagging even more.

He turned to look at me, and for once I could not read his eyes. "How did it happen?"

I had decided I never wanted to be dishonest with my Dad again... so I closed my eyes and the words simply seemed to tumble from my mouth.

I told him everything... and every detail he wanted to know. I told him how it had begun. A missed alarm clock. My state of arousal. A text to Dan. My Mom answering the door unexpectedly. Her inviting Dan in. Their flirtation. My shock. The pool. My further arousal. And my manipulation of the encounter. How she had ogled Dan's bulging cock in our backyard. How I had set my own mother up, inviting her to watch Dan swim. How I had told my boyfriend to fuck her.

And how I had eventually joined them.

He recoiled from me in revulsion as I described that first incestuous fuck... undoubtedly shocked by my depravity... but I didn't stop. I told him how my mother and I had even begun to fuck without Dan. Sometimes while my father was asleep. How both of us had found sexual depths and appetites we had never known before. Silent tears ran down his face, spilling to the floor. I told him about my plan to seduce Bella. How it had happened.

Finally, I told him what had gone on that day, before he came home early. Before he walked in on an orgy involving his wife and daughter.

If he was going to hate me, better to hate me for the truth.

He didn't speak for a long time. He looked exhausted. At least ten minutes of silence passed. I waited, my eyes cast down to the floor in abject shame.

"I don't know what to say," he said, finally.

"I know, Dad... Me either." I reached out and held his hand. He didn't pull away, for which I was grateful. "I never wanted to hurt anyone, Dad. I don't know what's wrong with me... or Mom." I admitted... as much to myself as to him.

He let out a wry chuckle. "Your mother was always... hard to please. I had thought... maybe hoped... her appetite had diminished since coming to the US. Maybe she just hid it better. It's... not the first time I caught her with someone else." he said bitterly.

I was shocked. I had no idea, she hadn't mentioned that at all.

Maybe she didn't want to humiliate my father further.

"I didn't know that," I said softly.

He sighed deeply and shook his head slightly.

"It doesn't matter now. I don't blame you for being like your mother, Yumi. What the two of you did... broke my heart... but for different reasons. But you're still my daughter. And I'll always love you." He squeezed my hand. "I can't really help that."

He looked at me then and for some reason I was reminded of how he played with me as a little girl, throwing me on his back and running around our garden.

I embraced him again and felt his lungs fill up when he breathed deeply.

"Thank you, Dad," I whispered. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I'm not more like you." I kissed him softly on one cheek before kissing the other. We gazed at each other with tenderness, our roles seemingly reversed, at least for a little while. I stroked his face with my palm and he closed his eyes.

His expression gradually softened. After a while, he almost looked peaceful.

I kissed his forehead one last time and rose to leave. There was nothing left to say.

"I love you, Dad... If you're around tomorrow, I'd love to meet for coffee."

He forced a smile, and I saw traces of the handsome young man in my parents' wedding photos. "Maybe. I was planning on wallowing for a couple of days."

I laughed and so did he. I turned to leave, opening the door. My hand faltered on the handle.

"Dad... I know I've hurt you... but I do want you in my life if that's ok. I don't want you to be unhappy either. I want you to find someone who loves you and takes care of you, and... doesn't need anyone else."

Again he smiled at me, but pain was visible behind his eyes.

"Your mother was the only woman I've ever been with... and I don't know if I was EVER enough for her... I don't know if I can even make a woman happy..." he said, and I felt a deep pity for him. "I might go home to Japan for a few weeks... or months. I need some time away."

I nodded slowly.

"Dad... I know at times it must have been very tough for you, and maybe Mom didn't say it often enough... but you're a wonderful man. You're a great provider, a patient, and dependable partner, and a loving father... If you don't know how to... please a woman... then that's the ONLY thing you need to improve. And I know you will because..." my voice began to break with raw emotion, "... you're the one who taught me never to quit."

I stepped out into the hallway and closed the heavy door with a click. As I walked down the corridor, I wiped burning tears away with my jacket sleeve.

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Over the next few days, I wrestled with the guilt I bore, sometimes waking up from bad dreams and struggling to go back to sleep...

... though admittedly it didn't stop me from needing to be fucked daily by Dan and my Mom. It certainly didn't stop my Mom and me from blowing Dan in a half-full movie theater.

In fact, for some reason, I seemed to be hornier than ever.

After my Dad flew to Japan the following week, I felt immense relief knowing that he had some time to put himself back together... and, if I'm honest, that the three of us had no obstacle to fucking as often as we wanted.

My Mom and I agreed that we didn't feel comfortable staying in the home my parents had built after what had happened. She too felt deeply guilty for her betrayal of my father, and for pushing Dan to continue fucking her the night we were caught. She wept as she told me about how the two of them had drifted over the years, her inability to climax with my Dad, and his subsequent sexual insecurities leading to a dead bedroom for more than a decade. Although she had always respected my father, she didn't feel the burning love for him that she had for Dan.

Without judgment, I understood completely.

We both knew first-hand the power a mind-blowing fuck had on a woman.

My parents agreed they would sort out the separation once my Dad came back to the US. Regardless, Dan, my Mom, and I moved into a 3 bedroom house closer to our university. My Mom offered to cover the rent and bills until we had both finished our degrees. Dan took an evening job as a bartender to help as much as he could.

It was a peculiar feeling leaving my childhood home. As I packed cardboard boxes, I felt pangs of nostalgia as I sorted through my childhood belongings.

It was the end of an era... and the beginning of another.

Despite the circumstances, my Mom and I were thrilled to have our own place with Dan. I think we had both dreamt of the three of us living together but never really thought it would happen. We cooked and cleaned for him, regularly woke him up with his dick in one of our mouths, and fucked him whenever he wanted... basically making sure our man was always satisfied in every way we could imagine.

We found it hot to watch him walk around the house without a shirt on, or even just shaving his face. Little things that most men had no idea are sexy to women.

Most importantly, we knew his giant white tool would always be close to hand... or hands.

When I came home from a lecture one day, I found the two of them already naked, lying on our king-size bed. Dan sucked my Mom's tits while she stroked his hair, her legs loosely wrapped around him. She beckoned for me to join her, and I took her other nipple into my mouth.

Dan's phone buzzed, and he climbed off my mother as he fished it out of his jeans lying on the ground. His big dick was still hard and slick with their cum.

I took over while he took the call, my hand drifting down my mother's smooth stomach to touch her labia. As I teased her, a pearly white drop of Dan's cum leaked out. Eagerly, I descended on her pussy, my tongue lapping at Dan's seed.

"Oh hey Jessie, how are things?" Dan said enthusiastically into his cell, though his eyes remained firmly fixed on the action between my Mom's legs. "How are the folks? Good, good, glad to hear it... Oh shit, really? Must have slipped my mind." I looked up at him with his cum coating my tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed like a good slut. He grinned wolfishly. "Uhhhh... sure! Cool, let's do it! Yeah, that sounds good." Dan put his hand over the receiver of his phone to speak to the two of us, "My cousin is in town, completely forgot I said I'd meet her for drinks."

My Mom and I looked at each other, a little dejected as we realized we wouldn't have Dan's cock to play with all night.

"You guys wanna come?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Smiling, I bit my lip as I nodded and my mother simply shrugged her consent.

Turning back to his call, Dan said "Sure thing Jess. Say... 8 o'clock?"

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We showered and got ready together. Although we were meeting Dan's cousin, it felt almost like a three-way date as my Mom slipped into a little black dress that hugged her figure deliciously. God, she looked good, her ample cleavage seeming to draw my and Dan's gazes whenever it was in our eye line. Any disappointment we felt when she turned away was immediately replaced by our lustful looks at how her slim waist turned into a deliciously rounded ass.

I wore a charcoal dress with a black belt tied around my waist. I completed the outfit with emerald-encrusted silver earrings and a long, ornate silver pendant necklace that hung almost directly between my breasts. I chose a pair of long black heels.

Without a word, Dan slapped my ass as he passed and I giggled.

Dan wore a pair of chinos and a simple blue plaid shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. His powerful arms and defined chest were so masculine. When I smelled the subtle musky aftershave he wore, I felt weak at the knees.

The way both of them looked, it was hard not to jump either one before we left!

As Dan drove, my Mom sat in the backseat. Looking out the window, she dryly asked "So... I'm guessing your cousin doesn't know that you're currently living with and fucking the shit out of, both your girlfriend and her mother?"

Dan and I chuckled.

"Funny enough, it never came up in conversation," Dan replied, his eyes meeting my Mom's in the rearview mirror.

"We probably shouldn't mention it." I offered. "We can just tell your cousin we had plans with my Mom already, so invited her along."

Dan mulled it over, before answering decisively. "Nah, fuck it. I don't plan on changing our living situation any time soon. I think... if anyone has a problem, they'll just have to get used to it."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's our choice. If other people don't understand, so be it."

I felt a deepening of my respect for Dan's resolve and authority. He seemed to be taking the lead, and both my Mom and I trusted him enough to do so.

We reached the restaurant a little after 8 o'clock. A cute blonde waitress in her 30s showed us to our table. Her cheeks seemed a little flushed, the sight of a tall, handsome young man accompanied by two immaculately dressed and beautiful Japanese women was evidently not an everyday occurrence in her place of business.

I wondered whether she was trying to guess which one of us was Dan's partner.

Could she even suspect the truth?

I smiled inwardly.

When we got to our booth, a slim, petite auburn-haired girl rose, her clear blue eyes and youthful alabaster skin emanating natural feminine beauty. She looked a little younger than us, probably 18 or 19. At about 5'1, she was also shorter than my Mom and me. Her long, mid-back-length hair glowed healthily in the light as she moved. When she smiled, her soft features, plump rosebud lips, and alluring eyes made her look like a young 1930s Hollywood starlet, full of magnetic appeal and promise. She wore tight dark navy jeans and a simple cream blouse. She didn't have a large bust, I guessed probably an A or B cup, but I couldn't help notice the curve of an exceptionally round, larger-than-expected ass as she stood up to greet us.

"Hey cuz!" she almost yelled, diving forward to wrap her arms around Dan's broad frame. He hugged her back, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.

"Hey Jess, this is my girlfriend Yumi, and her Mom, Mei," he said casually.

"Nice to meet you!" I said pleasantly, stepping forward to hug the young woman.

"You too! Wow, oh my God, you two are so pretty!" she said endearingly.

"Why thank you!" I replied, pretending to be bashful for once. "I love your hair, by the way, it's gorgeous!"

"I grew it myself!" She flicked her mane theatrically as she giggled.

"A pleasure to meet you too, Jessie." my Mom said as she lightly embraced the girl, some of her old formality returning.

We sat and ordered drinks, Dan opting for soda water. When the drinks arrived, the four of us clinked our glasses, the three ladies taking a sip of the sweet cocktails.

"So!... how are things?" Dan asked his cousin after we had settled.

"Aw, you know. Same old sh... stuff!" Jessie blushed as she caught herself, her eyes flicking to my mother.

"Same old 'shit'?" my Mom asked politely, her wry, mischievous gleam returning.

"Uhhh yeah." Her cheeks turned scarlet as she smiled. "Well... pretty much. Except... I started seeing a guy!" she gushed girlishly. "His name is Devon."

"Hmmmm! And am I going to have a word with this 'Devon'? About his intentions for my little cousin?" Dan jibed.

"HA! Might be a TEENY bit late for that, cuz!"

"Jess is my only cousin," Dan explained to my Mom and me. "Her Dad died when she was young, so her and my aunt used to go on family holidays with us. She's basically like my little sister... Annoying, infuriating, and occasionally needing protection... mainly from herself."

"You forgot 'lovable'!" Jessie added, batting her eyelashes, and we all laughed. "When we went to the beach on vacation, Dan would always keep the creeps away."

"Hmmm... I might've had a few less creeps to fight off if you had worn a one-piece swimsuit instead of those skimpy bikinis..."

My Mom and I exchanged a furtive, quizzical glance.

Jessie cleared her throat.

"Your Mom said that you moved out," Jessie asked, seeming to change the subject. Her eyes flicked from Dan's to mine. "Did you two get a place together?"

"Well..." I began.

"... the three of us got a place." Dan finished.

"Oh." Jessie nodded slightly. "That's cool, keeps the rent down I guess." Jessie turned to my Mom. "Well, I hope Dan is doing his fair share of the cooking and cleaning!"

"Oh, don't you worry." my Mom replied with the ghost of a smile on her lips. "He's certainly kept busy."

"Will you two get your own place after Uni?" Jess asked Dan and me.

"No," Dan said slowly. "The three of us... how can I put it?... have an arrangement."

"Ok?..." she said, nonplussed.

Her eyes moved from Dan's face to mine, to my Mom's. We were all staring at her intently now, and her brow furrowed a little.

"Let's just say... the three don't only share the rent," Dan said.

"Why do I feel like I'm waiting for a punchline?" Jessie said, shifting uneasily in her seat.

"We share... each other," Dan said finally, his gaze fixed on his cousin's face.

As understanding dawned on the young girl, her eyes grew wide with shock.

"Wait... You're... all..." she stammered, much to our amusement.

"That's right," I said. "We're 'all'."

Like a startled doe, her large eyes scanned the surrounding area to ensure she wouldn't be overheard.

"But, I mean... You said... So... you're NOT mother and daughter?" she whispered conspiratorially.

"Oh no. We are." I replied. The teen sat back in her seat, completely flummoxed.

"It's unconventional." my mother added. "But it has been working for us... so far at least."

"Oh. My. GOD!" Jessie exclaimed. She turned to Dan. "You are one lucky motherfucker!"

We all laughed once more and the building tension seemed to dissipate slightly.

Realizing her words, Jessie quickly turned to face my Mom. "I mean!... No offense!"

"None taken," my Mom chuckled. "He is."

"So... let me get this straight." Her brow creased once more as she attempted to digest this bombshell. "So... you two... share Dan?"

Dan, my Mom, and I looked at each other before answering.

Were we actually going to admit to living in a taboo three-way relationship?

Judging by Dan's and my mother's relaxed expressions, it appeared so.