Jason's Journey
Copyright© 2017 by Oedipus Rex
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A Black 20 year old college student begins a journey that will change his life, his families life and the life of every one he meets.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Incest Mother Aunt Interracial Black Male White Female Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy
May Allen stepped from the shower and strode nude across the threadbare carpet in the bedroom. She retrieved two shabby towels from the linen cabinet. One she coiled like a turban around her greying red hair. With the other, she began drying her back, seesawing it back and forth. She felt her pendulous breasts moved in opposition, swaying back and forth.
“Gawddamit, May, I don’t see why you have to go visit your sister! I need you here to help with the chores.”
Her husband, Henry, stood shirtless in the bedroom door in well-worn Oshkosh by Gosh bib overalls. They were faded blue/white with tattered knees. Dirt and straw from cleaning the barn covered him. Steel grey hair sprouted from his shirtless chest extending out the side of his overalls. Mud encrusted his well-worn Brogans. His face, covered in a two day greying stubble, was heavily lined and weathered from years farming in the hot central California sun. His bushy eyebrows topped a face that always looked as if he smelled something bad.
“First off, Henry, get the fuck out of the house and stop tracking mule shit, dirt and hay into my clean house! Second, I only get to see my sister a few times a year. I will go when I fucking well please!”
May placed one leg on the wooden kitchen chair in the bedroom. Her husband took no notice of her nakedness. She dried first one leg then the other. She slipped the towel between her legs and vigorously dried her thick thatch of reddish brown pubic hair. A faint shock went through her as this action encountered her clit.
“Hurry up then! I need to get back here to finish cleaning the barn!”
I am standing here necked as a jaybird and all he is concerned about is cleaning the fucking barn, she thought. After thirty years of marriage and five children, it was as if I was part of the furniture. Or a fucking field hand!
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