1. Jason's Journey


    Date: 5/21/2016, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Incest, Interracial, Author: Schaka, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Unbeknownst to Henry, she often went to church without panties. It made her feel incredibly wicked. It thrilled her to hear the minister preaching hell and damnation while she could feel the breeze from the fans blow across her naked pussy. From their closet, she took her best dress, a faded flowered button up the front affair. It stopped about 1” above her knees; showing off what she thought was her best feature, her long, well-muscled legs. As she slipped it on and buttoned it, she felt a queasiness in her abdomen. Fucking great, I'm ovulating, she thought. May and Henry had not had sex in nearly five years. She decided birth control pills were an unnecessary expense. Besides, her irregular periods suggested she was entering menopause. An unwanted pregnancy was the furthest thing from her mind. *** "Here, let me help you," Jason offered his hand. May was stunned at her boldness when she let his massive ebony hand engulf hers. Her tanned arm looked pale compared to the deep dark brown of his arm. He effortlessly pulled her to feet. She stood uncertainly in front of him. An unaccustomed warmth started in her nether regions and permeated her body. Jason stepped back to let the lady move in front of him. He chuckled to himself as he thought about the beaver shot he got. Who would have thought that an older woman would go commando! As she moved in front of him and started toward the doors, he noted the soft sway of her full hips. Not bad, he noted, not bad at all! He stepped ...
    around her and pushed the swinging door, allowing May to move from the lounge area to the boarding area. Diesel fumes assaulted his nostrils as he followed May through swinging doors. The old Scenic Cruiser sat in its lane, idling roughly and belching fumes. The paint job was faded and the exterior displayed the scars of years of use. Jason and May were the last ones to board. The driver, his grey uniform frayed at the cuffs and collar, took their tickets and ushered them inside. He and the old Greyhound retread had seen better days. The motley residents of the waiting room filled the first ten seats on the lower level behind the driver. Jason followed May as she moved past the smelly bathroom and up the stairs to the upper level. He noted the hard muscle in her legs as she climbed the few stairs. May was aware that he could see her legs well up her dress. She felt an odd little thrill. Henry never looked at her legs. She felt a dampness between her legs. It was followed by a heat that permeated her body. May brought one trembling hand to her ample chest. Dear god, she thought, what is happening to me? May sidled up the narrow aisle, stopping midway of the upper observation section of the bus. She easily lifted her suitcase and was about to shove it in the overhead. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason standing patiently. Unlike the strong independent woman she was, she pretended to struggle because of its weight and the height of the bin. "Here, let me help you," Jason ...
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