The Tide
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Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - A rich man, his young beautiful wife, and her teenage son go on a vacation in a tropical paradise. Once alone on a remote private island, the wife's plans for revenge manifest, and the whole truth about her identity and reasons for marrying him come out. A shocking ending too, not for the faint at heart!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Incest Aunt Nephew Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Revenge
Maria stood, licked her lips, and walked up the length of his buried body. He tilted his head back against the sand to look up into her fucked-raw, dripping labia. She stared into his eyes. Brent opened his mouth to shout but quickly shut it against the hot stream of piss shooting from his wife’s pussy.
He tipped his head forward and waited for her bladder to empty on top of his head. The piss was much hotter than Brent ever imagined it would be.
His wife sat on the cooler and gulped from a water bottle. Jimmy stood facing her, waiting for his turn to drink.
“You’re sick. Only a disgusting, sick person would let their son—”
“Son,” Maria interrupted. “What kind of person do you think I am?” She ran her hand over Jimmy’s abs. “He’s not my son.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Maria cupped Jimmy’s heavy balls and cock. “And obviously he’s not fifteen, either. No fifteen-year-old boy would need such a big, beautiful cock. He’s a man, a very big man.”
She leaned forward and kissed the head of Jimmy’s dick. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until we get home before you fuck me again.”
Brent shouted, “You have no home. You cunt, you’re dead. I’m gonna have both of you killed so slowly you’ll be begging to die.”
“The way you killed my mother?” Jimmy asked and guzzled down the bottle of water.
“What are you talking about? If she’s not your mother, I don’t know who is, or who you are.”
“He’s talking about Juliana, my sister,” Maria said. “Don’t you remember eighteen years ago when you were fucking your maid, Juliana, telling her you loved her, and you’d marry her one day? That was until you got her pregnant. Then you called I.C.E. What kind of person hires someone, tells them how much they love ‘em, then discards them like trash? Did you even wonder what might have happened to her?”
“She’s dead,” Jimmy said. “You killed her.”
“I had nothing to do with—”
“Yes you did,” Maria said. “Do you know how long she got held in that detainment center? Or what kind of medical care they have there. Of course not! They have none, and Juliana died giving birth to Jimmy. He was lost in the system for years before I was able to find him. You fuckin’ bastard.”
Brent opened his mouth to protest, but Maria shouted over him, “Don’t insult him with your lies. Tell the truth. It’s the least you can do.”
“Why, so you can record it? A coerced statement is useless in court. So fuck you. It doesn’t matter if I tell you that cunt expected me to marry her. There’s no way I knocked her up, anyway. She was a whore.”