Chapter 8

Slightly off to the right, his wife and her son walked toward the cooler and chairs. Maria’s body glistened in the sun with beads of water. They were both wet and naked, and that little bastard had a giant boner waving side to side.

Maria bent over for something, and Jimmy pushed her to her hands and knees. Before Brent could get any words out, Jimmy dropped to his knees, grabbed his mother’s hips, and rammed his cock into her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Brent shouted.

Jimmy ignored him while his body moved in rolling waves of rippling muscles, hammering his groin against Maria’s ass. “Maria?” No, that can’t be my wife, Brent thought, Jimmy’s mother. I’m dreaming. “Maria! No, stop, stop it, get off her. I’ll kill you.”

Jimmy glanced back over his shoulder. “She’s busy right now. Sorry, can’t help you.”

Rage fueled every muscle in Brent’s body, and Jimmy said, “Don’t struggle, you’ll make it pack in around you.”

Brent continued to fight, frantically turning his head and trying to punch against the unyielding sand. He was completely helpless, forced to watch his wife get—”Maria!”

Her head hung down so she could look back. Her upside-down face looked right at him. Her expression was lethargic and lustful. Brent said, “Maria, what are you doing?”

She wasn’t getting raped. That’s her son, and she’s shoving back into the boy’s thrusts. What the fuck is happening? “Get me out of here, at once.” Suddenly, he wished it were rape.

“Don’t stop,” Maria said. “Fuck me ... fuck me harder.”

Brent had never heard his wife talk during sex, or move her body to help him fuck her harder.

He tried again. “Stop, stop, stop...”

“Finish in my mouth,” Maria said. “I wanna taste you, drink down every drop.”

Those were words Brent had only heard in porn, and ones he would have loved to hear Maria say to him, but now the sound made him want to puke. He could have closed his eyes, but Brent watched Jimmy yank his ridiculously rigid cock out of Maria and jump up.

The boy’s mother whirled around and knelt, looking up like an eager puppy with her tongue hanging. Her son’s first creamy burst struck Maria’s nose and splattered across her cheek, but she quickly aligned her gaping mouth and let Jimmy empty his balls inside it. There was a gleam in her eyes when she looked Brent’s way and gulped cum down her throat.

“You disgusting bitch. How could you?”