Chapter 2

Mary Takahashi closed the front door behind her and her younger daughter after Nicholas dropped them off. Dinner at her mother-in-law’s had been the usual: polite on the surface, layered with the knowledge of how things really worked in the family. Her husband hadn’t even come inside the house. He had simply said he had “business” and driven off to his mistress, leaving Mary and little Sophia to enter the large house alone.

Her oldest daughter, Rebecca, had moved out years ago, so Mary slipped into her bedroom. She had grown used to it.

She undressed slowly, letting her short red dress pool at her feet, then lay back on the bed in just her panties. The ache between her legs had been building all evening. Kenji—her strong, handsome son—had stayed behind at his grandmother’s. A jealous heat flushed through her as she pictured it. He was probably with her right now, the same way he used to be with her. The thought made her nipples tighten and her pussy throb.

“Kenji...” she whispered, sliding one hand down her belly. Her fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric and found her slick folds. She was already wet. She teased her clit at first, eyes closed, imagining her son’s hands on her hips and her face buried in the pillow. Imagining him claiming her the way the men in their family claimed the women.

But the fantasy reminded her of her childhood in Georgia.

Back in that old house with paper-thin walls, family loving was the norm. It was an open secret; people minded their own business. It was simply how things were. Mary had grown up with two older brothers and a father who had access to the females of the family. Their mother, a Georgia peach, always accommodated them.

Tonight it was Jake’s turn.

Mary, fifteen, lay in her bed, hearing them through the wall.

Her mother’s voice came through with that thick, honeyed Southern accent, equal parts scolding and aroused. “Now Jake, honey ... if you’re gonna have Mama’s pussy tonight, you put on a condom. I ain’t raisin’ no more babies. If you get me pregnant, you’re gonna step up and be a daddy. No abortions in this family. You hear me, young man?”

Jake’s low chuckle was full of that cocky confidence. “Yeah, Mama. I hear you.”

The bed creaked. There was the rustle of sheets, then a sharp gasp from their mother.

“Ohhh ... Lord, that feels good,” Mama sighed, her voice thick with pleasure. “Let Mama adjust to you. I swear, you’re bigger than your dad, baby ... let Mama’s butthole get used to you, baby. That’s it ... right there.”

Mary’s breathing quickened. She shoved her hand into her panties, fingers rubbing in time with the rhythmic thumping against the wall. She could hear the wet sounds of Jake fucking their mother—deep, steady strokes that made the headboard tap steadily.