Karen and Jason in the Africa Adventure
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 19
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
They emerged from the plane, the hangar’s cool shade a stark contrast to the blazing heat outside. The scent of aircraft and oil was comforting, a reminder of the world they had left behind. Ezelda’s hand was firm on his shoulder as they descended the steps, the ground feeling solid beneath his feet. The hangar was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant murmur of conversations and the occasional clank of metal.
As they walked towards the office, Ezelda spoke up, her voice carrying the weight of a secret. “You know, Jason,” she said, her eyes scanning the horizon. “After Mr. Rudi Degenaar ... well, after he was no longer with us, I’ve flown these skies alone.”
Jason glanced at her, his heart swelling with understanding. “You miss flying with someone, don’t you?” he asked, the question hanging in the air between them.
Ezelda’s eyes searched his, a hint of sadness flickering within them. “More than you know,” she said, her voice soft. “It’s a lonely job, sometimes.”
Jason nodded, understanding her pain. “I’d love to accompany you,” he said, his voice earnest. “If you ever need a co-pilot, I’m here.”
Ezelda’s eyes lit up at his offer, a smile playing on her lips. “Really?” she asked, her voice filled with hope. “You’d do that for me?”
Jason nodded, his heart swelling with the excitement of the prospect. “Of course,” he said, his voice earnest. “I’ve got several weeks before I need to get back to LA. And I’d love to help with your conservation work, learn more about flying, and maybe get to know South Africa better.”
Ezelda’s smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “You really mean that, don’t you?” she asked, her grip on his shoulder tightening slightly.
“Yes, I do,” Jason said, his voice firm. “I want to help you, and I want to learn from you.”
Ezelda’s smile grew, a warmth spreading across her face. “Thank you, Jason,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “It’s been too long since I’ve had someone to share this with.”
They walked towards the office, the silence between them a comfortable one. Jason could feel the bond that had formed between them over the past few days growing stronger with every step. It was more than just a friendship; it was a partnership, a shared love for adventure and the wild beauty of the world.
When they reached the office, Ezelda turned to him, her eyes shining with excitement. “You know, Jason,” she said, her voice filled with mischief. “I have an idea. After we get back from the Jiilindi Wilderness, we can go for a flight with the tourists.”
Jason’s heart was racing as they stepped out of the cockpit and into the welcoming embrace of the hangar’s shade. He had just experienced the thrill of a lifetime, and it was all thanks to Ezelda. Her belief in him had been unwavering, and the feeling of flying under her guidance had been nothing short of exhilarating. He looked up at her, his eyes brimming with gratitude.
“Thank you so much, Ezelda,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “This was the best day of my life. I can’t believe I actually flew a plane!”
Ezelda chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You did more than just fly it, Jason. You owned the sky.” She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, her grip firm and reassuring. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve got a real talent for this.”
The warmth of her words filled Jason with a sense of accomplishment that washed away any lingering nerves. He knew that the day had been special, not just for the thrilling flight, but also for the bond that had grown between them. It was a bond forged in the crucible of their shared experiences, a bond that had grown stronger with each challenge they had faced together.
Ezelda’s revelation that he had not only flown the plane but had also earned her respect as a fellow pilot was the ultimate reward. It was more than he could have ever asked for, especially considering the tumultuous path they had taken to get here. But it was not just the thrill of flying that made this day unforgettable; it was the deeper connection he had discovered with his mother’s friend.
As they stepped out of the hangar, the sun was setting over Pretoria, casting a warm glow across the landscape. Mr. Hanru was waiting for them in the parking lot, leaning against a dusty Land Rover with a knowing smile on his face. He had a way of understanding things without saying a word, and Jason knew that he had sensed the change in their relationship.
“You did well today, young man,” Mr. Hanru said, his voice a gentle rumble. “Ezelda has told me of your newfound talents.”
Jason nodded, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Thank you, Mr. Hanru,” he replied, feeling a warmth spread through him at the praise.
Mr. Hanru’s knowing smile grew broader. “It seems we have a pilot in the making,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Now, let’s get going. We have to pick up your mom.”
Jason’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Karen. He knew she would be proud of him, but the thought of her reaction to their newfound intimacy was daunting. The tension between them was palpable, and he wasn’t sure how to navigate it. But as they climbed into the Land Rover, the excitement of the day’s adventure pushed his anxieties aside.
Mr. Hanru’s driving was as smooth as ever, the engine’s purr a comforting backdrop to their conversation. They talked about the flight, the thrill of takeoff, and the beauty of the African landscape. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the road as they approached the high school where Karen was coaching. The sight of the brick building, surrounded by a field of young athletes, brought a new wave of reality crashing down on Jason.
“You know, I can’t wait to tell mom about this,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “She’s going to be so proud.”
Mr. Hanru nodded, his eyes on the road ahead. “Your mother love you, Mr. Jason,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “I think she’ll be happy to see you following in her footsteps, in your own way.”
As they pulled up to the high school, Jason’s heart was racing with anticipation. He knew that Karen had been waiting for them, eager to hear about their day. The gate loomed ahead, a symbol of the life they had left behind temporarily. The sound of the engine grew louder as they approached, the anticipation in the air thickening with every passing moment.
Karen was standing outside the school, her eyes scanning the horizon, searching for any sign of her son. The sight of the dusty Land Rover brought a smile to her face, and she could feel the excitement bubbling up inside her. As they came to a stop, she climbed in, her eyes searching Jason’s face for any signs of trouble.
“Well?” she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. “How was your day. sweety?”
Jason couldn’t contain his grin. “It was amazing, mom,” he said, his eyes shining. “Ezelda taught me how to fly!”
Karen’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” she exclaimed, turning to face him in the backseat. “You actually flew the plane?”
“Yes, mom,” Jason said, his voice filled with pride. “Ezelda let me take the controls for the landing. It was ... incredible.”
Karen’s eyes searched his, a mix of amazement and concern. “Realy?” she asked, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “You have to paid dearly for that in LA.”