Jason's journey continues. The four women in his life make some decisions.
All characters are over eighteen years of age. This is a work of fiction.
Jason's Journey - Part 4
"I don't understand!"
May had just told Annabelle that she was pregnant by Belle's boyfriend, Jason.
"Belle, I'm not proud of what I did on that bus but it did change my life for the better. Your father and I were strangers after thirty years of marriage. Having sex with Jason on the bus was my rebellion. Getting pregnant was an accident!"
"So you are telling me you fucked my boyfriend, you are having his baby but it's a good thing for you! That's fucked up!"
"Baby, Jason pleaded, I didn't know you when I met May on the bus!"
""Right! You both keep saying that! The realty is the man I let into my life has been fucking my mom! And what happens when the baby comes?"
"Well, I want to be in the baby's life...!"
"How the fuck is that going to work? By the way, you two looked chummy when I came in. Had you been fucking?"
Both Jason and May dropped their heads. Their faces reflected their guilt.
"Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!" Belle turned and stormed out the door. Jason jumped up and ran to the door, trying to catch her.
"Let her go, Jason! She needs time to work things out in her mind!" May's head dropped to her chest and she began crying.
Jason walked back to the divan and sat next to May. He put his arm around her shoulder as she sobbed.
"It'll be okay, May, I promise you it will be ok!"
"But, Jason, I have left my husband and betrayed my daughter. I have nobody and no place to go!"
"You'll stay with me!
* * *
Ellen hung up the phone. She had just called her sister May to let her know that Annabelle was at the farm. She sighed as she thought about the mess they were all in. Hell, she could not judge May. She was fucking her son. She knew that had to stop. There was no future in it for him or her.
She walked slowly from the small living room to the large farmhouse style kitchen and out on the porch. In the distance, she could hear the growl of the tractor as her son and husband worked in the fields. It looked like another good harvest. The past four years had been profitable years for the farm. She and Jim Sr managed to put away a sizeable sum. Maybe it was time to take that vacation they had promised themselves for so many years. That Caribbean cruise would give them a chance to reconnect. Moreover, she thought ruefully, it would give her a chance to break this addiction she had for her son's cock.
Ellen had been having sex with her son for more than six months now. While she had to admit it was the most exciting and fulfilling sex, she had in her near 50 years, she knew it had to stop. Jim Jr needed to get out with his life, find a nice girl and start a family.
* * *
Annabelle lay in the dark on her back in her Aunt Ellen's spare bedroom. After she stormed out of her apartment, she realized she had no place to go. After driving aimlessly for a while, she decided on her aunt's place. She spent many summers and weekends on this peaceful working farm. Despite being heartbroken, she smiled at the thought of those summers. Her cousin Jim had been her first.
A soft knock on the bedroom door drew her out of her reverie. Thinking it was her aunt, she told her to come in. When her tall handsome cousin stuck his head in the door, she scrambled to cover herself. She was topless with just her bikini panties on.
"Jim, you should have said it was you!"
"Sorry, Belle, I should have. But you were in such a state when you arrived this afternoon; I wanted to see if you were ok!"
"I'm sorry I barked at you." Belle patted the side of the bed. "Sit down!"
"So what's going on, Carrottop?"
"James Carruthers jr., if you insist on using THAT name, I will call you Junior!"
Jim jr. raised both hands in surrender. "Ok, ok! But my, my, we are touchy today!"
Belle's mood softened. She realized she was taking her anger out on her cousin. "Sorry Jim. It's just life can be so fucked up sometimes!"
"If you want, we can talk about it. I don't know if I can help but talking about it might help!"
Annabelle related the story of her mother and Jason between sniffles. When she finished, she had sat up and was resting her head on her cousin's shoulder.
"Wow!" Jim explained, "Fucking wow! That is intense!"
"Ya think!" Belle injected sarcastically. She sat up and placed her hands on her hips, causing her large tits to jiggle disturbingly.
Jim cleared his throat and tried not to stare at his cousin's breasts. "But look, all of that happened before you met him."
"But, it's my mom, Jim! It's my mom he was and is fucking!"
"And what about us? We were fucking up until a few years ago! Should he hold that against you?"
Belle flopped back on her back. Her tits jiggled and then sat like twin mountain peaks on her chest.
"And look, put something on! I can't talk if you keep jiggling your jugs in my face!"
"That was different! And you used to like my jugs!" Belle reached over for her tee shirt draped on the chair and wriggled into it.
"I still do! However, if I am going to help, your breasts can't distract me. How big are they now anyway?"
"36D! So what should I do?"
"First move over so I can lie down! Let me share a secret with you. Perhaps it will help you put things in perspective. You cannot tell anybody!"
"Ok! Ok! We have shared secrets before!"
Jim took a deep breath. He needed to talk to someone about his relationship with his mother. Belle visiting gave him the perfect opportunity.
"I'm fucking my mother!"
"WHAT! Belle's scream echoed through the small room. Jim quickly rolled over and put his hand over her mouth.
"Shush, dammit! Mom and dad are sleep, not dead! "Belle nodded her head and Jim removed his hand.
"You are..." started loudly. She saw Jim raise his hand to cover her mouth again and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You are fucking Aunt Ellen?"
"YesI"
