Karen and Jason in the Africa Adventure
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 15
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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 next morning, a gentle knock on the door pulled them from their slumber. Karen’s eyes snapped open, the sound jolting her out of the warm cocoon of the bed. She sat up.
Karen slipped out of bed, her heart racing. She quickly donned a robe and padded to the door, her mind racing. What could they possibly want at this hour? She peeked through the peephole, her eyes widening when she saw Mr. Hanru’s concerned face. She unlocked the door, her hand shaking slightly.
“Mr. Hanru, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
The concierge looked at her with a mix of concern and urgency. “Miss Ward, there are a gentlemen from the Pretoria government and a Chief from the local police department here to see you. They’re waiting in the lobby,” he whispered.
Her heart skipped a beat. The events of the past few days flashed through her mind, and she realized the gravity of their situation. “Okay, thank you,” she murmured, closing the door and turning to Jason. “Get dressed,” she ordered, her voice laced with tension. “We’ve got company.”
Jason’s eyes snapped open, his mind racing as he threw off the covers. He grabbed his clothes from the chair, pulling them on with the same urgency that filled the air. The sight of his mother’s naked form was a stark reminder of the night before, but there was no time for that now. They had to face whatever was waiting for them in the lobby.
Karen moved with the grace of a gazelle, her body seemingly unaffected by the passionate night they had shared. She slid into her outfit with ease, her muscles rippling beneath her skin as she pulled her tight-fitting jeans up her long legs. The tank top she chose clung to her curves, showcasing the power and beauty of her body that had made her a legend in the wrestling world.
Jason, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of nerves and excitement. His hands trembled as he fumbled with his shirt, his eyes darting to his mother’s reflection in the mirror as she put on her bra and top. He couldn’t help but admire the way her clothes hugged her form, highlighting the same strength and sexiness that had captured his imagination since they’d crashed in the jungle. He felt his cock stirring again, but he quickly tucked it away, reminding himself of the gravity of the situation.
They walked into the lobby, hand in hand, trying to appear as normal as possible despite the electric current of tension that arced between them. The government officials and the police chief looked up from their conversation with Mr. Hanru, their eyes immediately drawn to the mother-son duo. One of the officials, a stern-faced man with a thick mustache, stepped forward.
“Mrs. Karen Ward and Mr. Jason Ward?” he inquired, his Afrikaans accent thick.
Karen stepped forward, her hand still clutching Jason’s. “Yes, that’s us,” she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
Mr. Morle Vosloo, a government official with a stern face and piercing blue eyes, stepped closer, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “We are here to express our deepest gratitude, Mrs. Ward,” he said, his Afrikaans accent a stark contrast to the American twang of their English. “The evidence you and your son provided has led us straight to the poaching ring’s doorstep.”
Sergeant Yerodin Morkel, a burly man with a well-trimmed beard and a no-nonsense attitude, nodded in agreement. “Ja, your bravery has not gone unnoticed. The poachers you encountered are now behind bars, awaiting trial.” His voice was gruff, but there was a genuine warmth in his gaze as he offered a firm handshake to both Karen and Jason.
The officials and the police chief exchanged pleased looks, and Mr. Vosloo cleared his throat. “In light of your invaluable assistance, the Pretoria government has decided to extend your stay with us for an additional month, all expenses covered. You shall be our esteemed guests,” he announced, a hint of admiration in his tone.
Karen’s heart swelled with pride, but she couldn’t ignore the question burning in her mind. She turned to Jason, her eyes searching his. “What do you think, baby?” she asked, her voice low.
Jason looked at her, his own eyes filled with excitement. “I think it’s an amazing opportunity,” he said, his voice filled with hope. “We can stay here, keep helping, and maybe even get to know each other better.”
The unspoken words hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the newfound bond between them. Karen felt a warmth spread through her chest, her love for her son swelling alongside the desire that had taken them both by surprise. “Alright,” she said, turning back to the officials. “We’ll stay.”
Mr. Vosloo’s smile grew broader. “Excellent,” he said, his eyes gleaming with something that might have been excitement. “And as a token of our appreciation, Mayor Alizea Potgieter has personally invited you to a dinner this evening at her estate.”
The mention of the mayor sent a thrill through Karen. It was a chance to be recognized for their bravery and to learn more about the country they had come to love. She looked at Jason, who nodded eagerly. “We’d be honored,” she said.
That evening, they descended the grand staircase of the Hotel Grand Pretoria, dressed to the nines. Karen had chosen a stunning red silk nightgown that clung to her curves like a second skin, the plunging neckline showcasing her ample cleavage. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her makeup was done with a deft hand that highlighted her high cheekbones and full lips.
Jason, looking every inch the dashing young man, had donned a tuxedo that hugged his lanky frame. His bow tie was slightly askew, giving him a charmingly disheveled look that made him seem both elegant and approachable. His eyes kept darting to his mother’s figure, the sight of her in that dress stirring feelings he was still trying to reconcile with their relationship.
As they stepped into the opulent lobby, Jason took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He couldn’t believe the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling. His eyes met Karen’s, and he felt the need to tell her how he felt, to let her know that she looked absolutely stunning. “Mom,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe, “you’re so beautiful.”
Karen’s cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. She had always felt beautiful in her wrestling gear, but this was different. This was the kind of beauty that didn’t come from a costume or a spotlight, but from the heart. She looked into her son’s eyes, seeing the love and admiration that shone there, and felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the tropical heat outside. “Thank you, sweetie,” she murmured, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
A sleek black limousine pulled up to the hotel entrance, and the chauffeur stepped out to open the door. The sight of it brought a touch of home to Karen, a reminder of the glitz and glamour of their lives in LA. But the reality was that their world had shifted on its axis in the past week, and nothing would ever be the same again.
As they slid into the plush leather seats, the cool air-conditioning a stark contrast to the heat outside, Jason leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You’re going to knock their socks off, Mom.” His breath was warm and sweet, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of spending an evening with her son, dressed so formally, playing the role of esteemed guests.
The limo pulled away from the hotel, and the city lights of Pretoria danced across their faces, casting a warm glow over their intertwined hands. Karen felt a strange mix of emotions, a cocktail of fear and excitement, love and confusion. Her eyes searched Jason’s, and she saw the same tumultuous feelings reflected in his gaze. But for now, they had a mission to focus on: to enjoy the evening and bask in the glory of their heroic deeds.
The mayor’s estate was a sprawling mansion, nestled in the lush, verdant countryside. As they approached the grand gates, Jason leaned closer to the window, his eyes wide with wonder. The property was bathed in a soft golden light that made everything seem surreal, like a scene from a fairytale. Karen’s heart swelled with pride as she realized that they were about to step into a world she had never thought she’d be a part of.
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