Karen and Jason in the Africa Adventure
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 17
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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 days turned into weeks, and the training sessions grew more intense. Karen pushed the girls to their limits, teaching them moves that she had perfected over the years. She showed them how to pin their opponents, how to escape from holds, and how to use their bodies as weapons. And through it all, Jason was there, offering his support and encouragement.
Their relationship had evolved in the heat of the Pretorian sun, the lines between mother and son blurring until they were almost indistinguishable. In the evenings, after training, Karen and Jason would sit on the balcony of their suite, sipping cool drinks and sharing stories of their days. Karen spoke of the girls’ progress, her voice filled with pride as she recounted their triumphs and the challenges they faced.
Jason, for his part, had found a new sense of purpose in helping his mother. He had become her confidant and sounding board, offering insights and suggestions that surprised even him. And as they sat there, the city lights twinkling below them, they grew closer than ever before.
“Mom,” he began one evening, his voice tentative. “It’s been a week since you started training the girls, and I’ve noticed something you left.”
Karen looked at him quizzically, her eyes searching his for understanding. “What do you mean?”
Jason took a deep breath, his heart racing. “Well, Mom,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “It’s just that since you’ve been training the girls so much, you haven’t had much time for ... for us, you know?”
Karen’s smile grew wider, understanding dawning in her eyes. She reached over and took his hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Oh, Jase, I’m sorry” she said, her voice filled with affection. “I know it’s been a bit hectic, but that’s because I’m so passionate about this. And I know you are too.”
Jason swallowed, his throat dry. “Yeah,” he croaked. “But ... I miss spending time with you.”
Karen’s smile softened, and she leaned in closer to him. “Jason,” she said, her voice a soothing balm. “You know you can always come to me, right?”
He nodded, his cheeks flushing. “I know, Mom,” he murmured. “It’s just ... I’ve been feeling a bit ... tense.”
Karen studied him for a moment, her eyes filled with understanding. “Jason,” she said, her voice low and gentle. “We can’t ignore what we feel,” She took a deep breath, then asked, “Do you want to ... masturbate now?”
Jason’s eyes widened as he felt her hand move to his crotch, her grip firm yet gentle. He had expected to feel the hardness of his arousal, but instead, she found him soft, a testament to his nerves. He swallowed hard, his heart racing. “Mom,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Karen looked into his eyes, her own filled with a fiery determination. “Don’t worry,” she murmured, her Southern drawl thick with assurance. “We’ll take care of that.”
They left the balcony, the cool evening air giving way to the warm embrace of their suite. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamp, casting shadows that danced across the floor as they moved towards the bed. Karen took the lead, her eyes never leaving Jason’s as she began to undress him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her hands lingering on his skin as if committing every inch of him to memory.
He watched as she peeled his shirt away, her eyes drinking in the sight of his bare chest. The muscles she had seen him build in the gym stood out in stark relief, a testament to his dedication. His heart hammered in his chest as she reached for the button of his shorts, her eyes never leaving his.
“Mom,” he protested, his voice hoarse. “What are you doing?”
Karen’s smile was a knowing one, her eyes never leaving his. “What does it look like?” she said, her voice a low purr. “It’s time for you to get in on the action, baby.”
Jason felt his face grow hot, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him at her words. He had watched her train the girls with a fierce intensity, and now it was his turn to feel the heat of her attention. He nodded, his voice a raspy whisper. “Okay, Mom.”
They stepped onto the mat that had been laid out in the middle of the suite, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the coolness of the floor beneath it. Karen took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes lingering on the growing bulge in his shorts. “Alright,” she said, her voice a mix of authority and seduction. “Let’s start with the most basic move in wrestling. The takedown.”
Jason nodded, his nerves making his knees feel like jelly. He had seen his mother perform this move countless times, but the thought of her demonstrating it on him was a heady mix of excitement and trepidation.
Karen moved in close, her breasts brushing against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his waist. The sensation of her firm grip and the warmth of her body pressed against his sent shivers down his spine. Her eyes locked onto his, and he could see the fierce determination in them, the same look she had when she stepped into the wrestling ring.
He felt a jolt of electricity as her legs entwined with his, her thighs tightening around his waist. She began to sway, her hips moving in a slow, seductive rhythm that matched the beating of his heart. The friction between their bodies grew more intense with every move, and Jason couldn’t help but feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
With a sudden burst of strength, Jason pinned Karen to the mat, her arms stretched out above her head. She let out a surprised gasp, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. But instead of the expected victory, he saw something else in her gaze—desire, raw and unbridled.
Jason’s heart pounded as he felt the heat of her body beneath him, her breath coming in shallow pants that matched his own. He could feel the wetness of her pussy through her brief, and his cock grew hard at the thought of being inside her again. His hand moved almost of its own accord, sliding down her body to cup her mound.
Karen’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flitting across her face. “Jason,” she gasped, her voice a whisper. “That’s cheating.”
Jason’s hand paused, his eyes searching hers for any sign of disapproval. But what he saw instead was the smoldering passion that had been simmering between them since their first kiss. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a murmur. “I know, Mom,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing. “But I couldn’t help it.”
Karen’s chest heaved as she took in his words, her own desire rising to the surface. “It’s okay,” she breathed, her voice a sultry purr. “Just ... go slow.”
With trembling hands, Jason did as he was told, his fingertips tracing the outline of her sex through the thin fabric of her workout shorts. Her skin was hot to the touch, her wetness seeping through the material, making his heart race even faster. He watched as her eyelids fluttered closed, her mouth parting slightly in pleasure.
“Good boy,” Karen murmured, her voice thick with desire. “Now, let’s get this off of me.”
Jason’s eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat as he realized what she meant. With trembling hands, he reached for the elastic waistband of her briefs, his heart racing. He could feel the anticipation building in the air, a palpable force that seemed to charge every touch, every movement.
He hooked his thumbs under the fabric and began to peel it away, his eyes never leaving hers. The briefs slid down, revealing her bare pussy, glistening with need. Karen’s legs fell open slightly, inviting him in, and he could feel his cock throb with the desire to claim her again.
But she had other plans. “Not yet, baby,” she whispered, her eyes dark with lust. She reached up and unclipped her sports bra, her ample breasts spilling out. “Remember how we talked about being intimate in different ways?” she asked, her voice a sultry tease.
Jason nodded, his eyes glued to her chest. He had always been fascinated by her breasts, so much so that it was almost a taboo for him to look at them directly. But now, with her permission, he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
Karen sat up, her back propped against the pillows, and guided him closer. “Take your time,” she murmured, her hand reaching up to cup her own breast. “Feel the weight of it in your hand.”
Jason swallowed, his eyes never leaving hers as he tentatively reached out to obey. His hand closed around her flesh, feeling the warmth and softness of her areola beneath his fingertips. He squeezed gently, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Just like that,” Karen breathed, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure.
Jason felt his body respond to the trust in her voice, his cock hardening even more as he squeezed her pussy gently. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her heels digging into his backside. He watched as her hand guided his to her other breast, her head lolling back, lost in the sensation.
“Mom,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Can I...?”
Her eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze with a knowing smile. “What is it, baby?”
“Can I ... can I squeeze your clit too?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need.
Karen’s eyes lit up, and she nodded. “Mmhmm,” she encouraged, her voice a sultry whisper. “Just like that.”
With newfound boldness, Jason leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before gently biting down. Karen’s breath hitched, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her hand guided his own to her clit, the nub of flesh already swollen and sensitive.
As he began to rub her clit in tight, fast circles, Karen’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. “Just like that.” Her legs tightened around him, her heels pressing into his back as she arched off the bed.
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