Karen and Jason in the Africa Adventure
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 14
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Karen “Lightning” Ward, a 31-year-old single mom and wrestler, is determined to rise to the top of the wrestling world while raising her teenage son, Jason. Their lives change when Jason befriends Jamad, the grandson of legendary wrestler Joanne “Prodigy” Cole. Together, they embark on a journey that takes them from the gritty arenas of Los Angeles to the heat of Africa, where rivalries, friendship, and the fight for respect shape their destiny. In and out of the ring, Karen must prove.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Crime Incest Mother Son Cat-Fighting
The helicopter ride to Pretoria Hospital center was a blur of lights and noise, the city’s concrete jungle a stark contrast to the natural one they had just escaped. As the aircraft touched down on the hospital’s helipad, the doors slammed open, and the medical team rushed to attend to the wounded. Karen’s heart ached as she watched Nkanyezi being wheeled away, his hand reaching out for hers until it was out of reach. She promised him they’d be back soon, her voice echoing in the wind as the chopper’s blades sliced through the air.
Ezelda, her arm now wrapped in a makeshift bandage, turned to Karen and Jason, her eyes steely with determination. “I’m going to the police station to hand over the film. We’ve got to shut these bastards down,” she said, her voice filled with a fiery resolve. The evidence they had found was too valuable to ignore, and she knew it was her duty to ensure it saw the light of day.
Nkanyezi, his leg now in a cast and his face etched with pain, managed a weak nod. “Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. The bond they had formed in such a short time was unbreakable, forged in the fires of adversity.
The hospital’s cool, sterile air was a stark contrast to the sticky, oppressive heat of the jungle, and Karen felt a shiver run down her spine as the reality of their situation hit her. They had survived a plane crash, battled poachers, and now faced the consequences of their daring rescue.
With a trembling hand, she picked up the phone in the hospital waiting room, her eyes scanning the digits scribbled on a scrap of paper. The phone felt foreign in her hand, a relic of a world she hadn’t seen in what felt like an eternity. She dialed the number for Mr. Hanru, their trusty guide from the Hotel Grand Pretoria, her voice shaking as she waited for him to answer.
“Mr. Hanru,” she said, her voice a mix of urgency and relief when he finally picked up. “It’s Karen. We’re at the hospital. We need you to come get us.”
The line was silent for a moment before his voice, thick with worry, responded, “I’m on my way. Are you alright? What happened?”
Karen took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. “We had a ... a bit of trouble. But we’re safe now. Please, just come quickly.” She hung up the phone, her hand shaking as she handed it back to the nurse who had offered it to her.
Mr. Hanru arrived in a flurry of dust and worry, his face a mask of concern as he took in their bruised and exhausted forms. He didn’t ask questions, just nodded firmly and helped them into his Land Rover. The drive back to the Hotel Grand Pretoria was a blur of flashing lights and the city’s neon embrace, the jungle’s whispers fading into the background.
Once back in their room, Karen felt the weight of the day’s events settle heavily upon her shoulders. The adrenaline that had fueled their escape had dissipated, leaving her feeling drained and raw. She turned to Jason, his eyes reflecting the tumult of emotions that mirrored her own.
“Why don’t we take a bath together?” she suggested softly, her voice a gentle balm to the tension that lingered in the air. “It’ll help us relax, and ... and we can talk.”
Jason searched her eyes, finding the same love and support he had always known. He nodded slowly, understanding the complexity of their situation. “Okay, Mom.”
The bath was drawn, the water steaming and fragrant with hotel bath salts. The opaque film of the tub obscured their forms as they slid in together, the heat of the water a welcome contrast to the cold reality of their ordeal. The tension in the air dissipated as they submerged themselves, the warmth seeping into their bones and soothing their weary muscles.
Karen’s hand found Jason’s, their fingers interlocking under the water’s surface. She felt the tremble in his grip, the aftershocks of the day’s events still resonating through his body. “It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice barely audible above the gentle splash of water. “We’re safe now.”
Jason leaned into her, his head resting on her shoulder as the warm water lapped at their skin. The feel of her bare body against his was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the intimate moments they had shared in the jungle. He knew he had to tell her how he felt, but the words stuck in his throat, a jumble of fear and desire.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they climbed out of the tub, their skin pink and pruned from the heat. Karen wrapped a plush towel around her ample curves, her gaze lingering on Jason’s lean form as he toweled off. The silence between them was heavy, pregnant with unspoken confessions.
They slipped into their bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to their heated bodies. Karen’s eyes searched Jason’s, looking for any sign of discomfort or regret, but all she saw was a mirror of her own tumultuous emotions. They lay there, side by side, the space between them feeling both vast and infinitesimal.
“Mom,” Jason began, his voice tentative in the quiet room. “When I saw you fight those poachers ... I was so proud.”
Karen’s eyes searched his face, a soft smile ghosting her lips. “You’ve always been strong, Jason,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “I just taught you how to channel it.”
“But you...” he said, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. “You’re ... incredible. The way you handled those poachers, and how you’ve taken care of us all ... it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.”
Karen’s smile grew a touch sadder, her eyes never leaving his. “Jason,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I would do anything for you. Anything.”
Jason felt a lump form in his throat, the gravity of her words weighing heavily on his heart. “I know, Mom,” he whispered. “But you don’t have to die for me.”
Karen turned to him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Jason, if it came down to it, I would,” she said fiercely, her voice a whipcrack in the quiet room. “You’re my son, and I’ll protect you with everything I have.”
Jason’s hand reached out, his fingertips brushing against her cheek. “But I don’t want to lose you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you, Mom. More than anything.”
Karen’s eyes widened, and she pulled him into a tight embrace, the towel slipping away, forgotten in the moment. “Oh, baby,” she murmured into his hair, her heart swelling with love and pain. “I love you too. More than you can ever know.”
Then, without warning, Jason’s lips found hers. The kiss was desperate, a silent declaration of his feelings and fears. Karen’s initial shock gave way to a flood of emotions, and she kissed him back with a passion that was as fierce as it was tender. Their mouths moved together in a dance of longing and need, their bodies pressed so close that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Their bodies entwined, Karen and Jason clung to each other in the aftermath of their confessions, the warmth of their shared embrace a stark contrast to the coldness of the world outside. The moon cast a soft glow through the curtains. Their breathing synced, the quiet rhythm a testament to the deep connection that had grown between them during their harrowing ordeal.
Sleep claimed them, a gentle escape from the tumult of their emotions. Dreams danced through their minds, a tapestry of fear and love, of battles won and lost, of a bond that had grown stronger in the face of adversity. They slumbered, oblivious to the ticking clock and the world that waited for them outside the cocoon of their hotel room.
The sun had climbed high in the sky when they awoke, the midday light filtering through the thick curtains, casting a warm glow across the disheveled bed. The room was silent except for the muffled sounds of the city, a stark contrast to the jungle’s cacophony. Karen stirred first, her eyes blinking open with a start, her mind racing to remember where they were. The soft warmth beside her was Jason, his breathing even and peaceful.
Her hand moved to the phone on the bedside table, the events of the night before still a vivid imprint in her mind. The kiss, the confession, the intensity of the moment - it all felt surreal. Carefully, she extracted herself from the tangle of sheets, her body sore but alive with the memory of their shared passion. She picked up the receiver, her voice a little shaky as she called for room service.
“Good afternoon, this is Karen in room 214. Could we please have two orders of the specialty lunch?” She paused, trying to keep her voice steady. “And ... yes, please make sure it’s the chef’s recommendation.”
The line went quiet for a moment, and then the polite voice of the hotel staff assured her that the meal would be up shortly. Karen hung up the phone, feeling a mix of hunger and anxiety gnawing at her stomach. The kiss with Jason weighed heavily on her mind, and she knew they had to talk about it, but the thought of breaking the delicate silence was daunting.
The food arrived, and the aroma of grilled meats and exotic spices filled the room. They ate in a tense silence, their eyes meeting briefly before darting away again, both lost in their own thoughts. The meal was delicious, but the heaviness of their situation made it difficult to swallow.
After they had finished eating, Karen took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering awkwardness. “Jason,” she began, her voice tentative. “How about we go for a swim after this?” She offered a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood. The suggestion was innocent, a mother’s attempt to provide a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos, but the air was charged with the electricity of their unspoken feelings.
Jason looked up from his plate, his eyes locking onto hers, and she saw the question there, the same one that had kept her awake most of the night. “I ... I’d like that,” he replied, his voice thick with the same tension that had coiled around them.
Karen felt her heart stutter in her chest. “But if I get aroused again...” he trailed off, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “If it happens, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Her eyes searched his, filled with a mother’s love and a woman’s understanding. “Jason,” she said softly, “whatever happens between us, we’ll handle it together. We’re a team, remember?”
They donned their swimsuits, Karen in a skimpy thong bikini that highlighted her wrestler’s physique, and Jason in board shorts that barely contained his growing teenage body. The Hotel Grand Pretoria’s pool shimmered under the high noon sun, a serene oasis amidst the urban sprawl. The cool water was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat, and they dove in, the splash echoing through the quiet area.
The pool was relatively empty, with only a few scattered groups of tourists and hotel guests lounging about. As Karen surfaced, she felt the weight of their stares, the appreciative glances of the men around them. She was used to the attention; it came with being a professional wrestler, especially one with her voluptuous figure. Her blonde hair slicked back, she ignored the ogling and focused on Jason, who was floating on his back, a look of pure contentment on his face.
Suddenly, she had an idea. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she swam closer to him, her powerful strokes cutting through the water. When she was right beside him, she stopped and tread water, her back towards him. She knew the way her bottom looked in the thong bikini, the cheeks of her ass peeking out just enough to be tantalizing. She couldn’t help the smirk that played on her lips as she felt his eyes on her.
“Jason, can you help me with something?” she called over her shoulder, her voice light and teasing.
Jason’s eyes shot open, and he felt his cheeks heat up. “What?” he sputtered, trying to keep his voice steady.
Karen chuckled, turning to face him. “My bikini top’s loose. Could you tie it for me?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with playfulness.
Jason’s heart pounded as he swam closer, his eyes dropping to her chest. He fumbled with the strings, his fingers slipping on the wet fabric. “Mom, I can’t,” he protested, his voice cracking.
Karen’s smirk grew, and she leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. “It’s okay, baby,” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. “Just do your best.”
Jason’s hands trembled as he took the strings of her bikini top. He knew he was blushing, knew that the other guests were watching, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her shapely bottom, the way the water clung to her curves. He felt the heat rising in him again, the same intense arousal that had consumed him in the jungle. He tied the knots as quickly as he could, his mind racing with thoughts of their intimate moments.
“Mom,” he murmured, his voice strained, “you’re teasing me.”
Karen couldn’t help but laugh, the sound like a bell in the stillness of the pool. “What makes you say that?” she asked, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.
Jason’s gaze dropped to the water, where his hardened arousal was blatantly obvious. “Your ... your bikini,” he stuttered, his cheeks flaming. “It’s ... you’re just ... it’s distracting.”
Karen’s laughter was musical, and she playfully splashed water at him. “Oh, you poor boy,” she said, her voice laden with mock sympathy. She turned around, her bikini top now secure, and bent over at the waist, her plump bottom jutting out towards him. “Does this help?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
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