4 comments/ 62519 views/ 5 favorites Eternal Longing By: grayfox_mgs NOTE: The following story uses the concept of a flashback. So don't be confused when it suddenly goes back in time. PART ONE: THE PROLOGUE "Do you still love me," asks Vicky Swain, a beautiful and blonde woman of thirty-five years. She sees the look of deception and defiance across her husband's face as he hesitates to respond. She wants to hear the truth from his lips, but she's positive that lies will pour out of his mouth. "Always, dear. Always." replies her husband, Thomas. He then proceeds to kiss her shortly on the mouth. The kiss was not one of passion, but rather, reluctance. Thomas Swain departs from the prescence of his wife and goes into his office. Thomas is a high school science teacher, who specializes in chemistry and the human anatomy. He also engages in scientific research that the government pays him for, resulting in him being a very rich man. His reluctance to his wife didn't just occur. His self-hate for his lovely wife came about three years ago when a tragedy struck this once-happy family. Three years ago, Thomas and Vicky's son, Ronnie, was killed in a car crash. He was driving with his mother to the grocery store. On the way back, he crashed the car onto an oncoming mini-van. Both Ronnie and his mother were injured. Ronnie was dead on arrival, while Vicky survived, and lived on with the guilt of her son's death for the rest of her days. Not only that, but her husband places the blame all on her. Thomas believes that Vicky could of somehow prevented the car accident from ocurring. But known only to her, it all came too fast. She feels guilty, and Thomas wants to divorce her. Three years hasn't changed their relationship, so Thomas refuses to try anymore. Vicky blames herself for everything that has happened. She has contemplated committing suicide, but she has backed out numerous times. She is extremely depressed, and hates the way her husband looks at her everyday. For three years, Vicky hasn't had sex with her husband. Sexual passion has been omitted from their marriage. He wants to feel it once more, but doesn't know how. Meanwhile, her husband, Thomas, has plans of his own for the marriage. PART TWO: THE VISITOR Vicky is in her garden, digging out weeds and retrieving the now-grown vegetables that she had planted. Her hands are in the ground when she notices her husband pull up in his Chevy truck. Thomas Swain exits the truck and goes into the house. He goes into the house with a young visitor, probably around eighteen years old. She gets up from the ground and heads back into the house to ask her husband why this kid is at her house. When Vicky approaches the young man, she is shocked to see what he looks like. He looks just like Ronnie, her dead son. She immediately looks at her husband, who soon introduces the kid to her. "His name is Matt Stroble," says Thomas. "He's one of my chemistry students who needs some help with his homework. I had no more time at school, so he agreed to have a session here." Thomas looks at his wife, who obviously is disturbed by this Matt Stroble, who looks like her deceased son. "I hope it's not a problem, hun," Thomas says to his wife. "We can always go somewhere else if it bothers you." "No," reluctantly replies Vicky. "It's not a problem." "Thanks Mrs. Swain for letting me study here." says Matt. Vicky looks at Matt as he talked to her. He sounds almost identical to her son. The way his eyes buckle. The way his lips glisten. And the posture he takes as he stands. This boy is just like her son. In all aspects. Vicky nods at Matt and her husband, and heads towards the swimming pool out on the outside deck. She changes into her bikini, which greatly shows her delicate and firm breast size. She puts on her black sunglasses and walks out onto the swimming pool deck, where she lays in her lounge chair, waiting for the burning sun to fall on her glowing skin. As she sits there, she promptly starts to daily routine. Her daily routine every since her husband has shunned her. She gets no sex from her husband, so she demonstrates it on herself. She fondles her own breasts, going underneath her bra and touching her hard nipples. As she's doing this with one hand, she brings down her other hand into her panties, where puts her finger in her pussy, and starts pleasuring herself. She begins to finger herself. She rocks back and forth in her chair to prolong the intense sensation of giving herself an orgasm. Her breastplay makes her feel like a woman again, and her fingers inside her vagina show her what she's been missing. She continuously feels her fingers inside her pussy, and eventually, speeds it up. She keeps thrusting and thrusting and a higher pace. She's close to climax. "Oooh, ooh. Ahhh. Ahhh." Vicky screams in response to her self inflicted orgasm. She slowly stops fingering herself, and takes her fingers out of her panties. She gets up and jumps in the pool. She swims a few laps around the pool, showing off her athleticism. After going through her daily swim, she attempts to get out of the pool by climbing the ladder that leads to the surface. As she begins to climb the ladder, her bikini top gets snagged on the piercing edge of one of the steps on the ladder. She tries to joust it free, but the bra is ripped from her body. Now topless, she tries to pull the top away from the ladder, which has clenched it. It takes a struggle, but she finally is able to get it out. However, she is unable to put it back on. It's useless. She throws it over by her chair, and she attempts to climb out again. As she gets out, she sees young Matt Stroble looking at her from a distance. After she sees him, she quickly covers her bare breasts, and watches Matt scurry off in fright. Vicky walks over to her lounge chair and covers herself with a towel. Vicky then proceeds to walk back into the house. Thomas abruptly walks up to her and says, "I have to run back to the school. I left some of my materials there. Is it okay if I leave Matt here with you?" "It's fine, but don't be long," replies Vicky. "He was watching me while I was in the pool. I was naked." Thomas angrily says, "Why were you walking the deck naked? Huh?" "I didn't plan on it. My top snagged on the ladder of the pool. And when I got out, I saw Matt staring me down. It was embarrassing." "He's a good kid. I'll be gone twenty minutes. If he gets out of control with his horny mind, which he probably won't, keep him in check. Can you do that?" "Yes I can." "Good." Thomas walks out the front door and gets into his car. He then drives away. Vicky walks towards the bathroom so that she can get changed into something else. She opens the door and sees a more disturbing sight than she has ever fell witness to. Matt is on the toilet seat, grabbing and throttling his own dick and getting himself off. And in one of his hands are panties, that Vicky soon recognizes to be hers. Matt is jacking off hard, like he's never done it before. He looks and sees Vicky, and grows scared. In his frightened state, he immediately blows a load, and seeds of his cum fly all over the bathroom walls. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Swain." frightenly says Matt. Vicky shakes her head and says, "Are those my panties you're jacking off to?" "Yes, ma'am." "Give them to me." Matt walks over to her, dick still dangling, and hands her her panties. "Good," says Vicky. "Now pull your pants up and clean the shit off the walls. And then get out of my house." "OK." She walks into her bedroom and goes straight to the closet, where she picks out an outfit to wear. A black shirt, with a tan skirt. She looks beautiful. She goes into her living room and sits down on the couch, and opens a book to read. As she looks up, a blushing Matt looks down on her. "I finished cleaning up, Mrs. Swain." "Good. Now go away." Matt starts to walk away slowly, but then he turns back and faces Vicky. Matt says, "I just wanted to apologize. I usually don't do that." "Don't do what? Jack off in someone else's home? Painting a stranger's bathroom walls with your cum? Or stealing an older woman's panties and sniffing them until he get a boner?" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Swain." says Matt. "I'm going to tell you this before you hurt yourself, okay? Don't treat your dick like that. Keep doing it like that and you'll bruise it. Don't do it much, do ya?" "No, I don't." Matt slowly says. "I could tell. You were beating it and beating it and nothing was happening. Then when you saw me, you unloaded. I'm going to help you because if you keep doing on what you're doing, you'll never please yourself or a woman." "What do you mean?" "Here," says Vicky as she puts down her book and stands up, approaching Matt. She quickly thrusts her hand on his crotch, which is covered by his pants. She gets on her knees and unzips his pants. "What are you doing, Mrs. Swain?" asks Matt. "Shut up. You got off on me. Now I'm going to get off on you." Vicky sticks her hand underneath the kid's underwear and brings out Matt's nine inch cock, which now has grown to full size. She grasps the erect dick with her hand and starts jacking him off. She thrusts his dick in her hand as he's looking down at her in amazement. "I don't think we should be doing this, Mrs. Swain." proclaims Matt. "You wanna know what I think," says Vicky. "I think that I should suck your cock. Don't you think so?" Vicky sees Matt's hesitance to react. So she speaks again. "C'mon, Matt. You stroke your cock over my panties. Now you got me, and you're going shy on me. Don't you want me to suck your dick? Lick your cock? Blow you so good that you'll want more?" "Umm." mumbles Matt. "Don't you want my pretty mouth on your virgin dick? You want me to suck you dry? Blow your seed all over my face and have me lick it off? Don't you want to fuck me in the mouth, and then cum in it? Have me swallow your sperm, you horny devil? Don't you want me to give you deepthroat?" "Umm." "Well, I don't care what you want. I know what I want. And I want to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth, and then which, I'll swallow everything. You like it?" Vicky envelopes her mouth around Matt's dick. She strokes his head with her sexy tongue. She hears Matt's groans from above. "Ohhh. Ohhh." Vicky is rapidly succeeding. She lifts his dick up and places her tongue on his balls where she intensely licks. She snowly moves her tongue up from his ball sack up the length of his dick, and then finally reaching the top of his dick, where she finally sticks it in her mouth. She ferociously sucks on his cock, rushing it in and out of her mouth. "Oh, that feels so good." moans Matt. Vicky frees his cock from her mouth and rocks it in her hand. She looks as seductive as hell as pre-cum drips from her mouth. She looks up and gives Matt a seductive stare with her blazing eyes. She drops his cock from her sweaty hands and rises. She looks at Matt in the eyes and says, "You know what I want now?" Matt looks down at Vicky's pussy, which is now covered by her tan skirt. Vicky catches Matt's stare and says, "You got it, hot shot. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to remember this day. You lost your virginity to a thirty-five year old blonde who you power fucked. Sounds good huh?" "Yeah." Matt walks towards her with dick in his hand. Vicky quickly says, "You're not fucking me here. If my husband were to come home, we wouldn't be able to cover it up. So, you will fucking me in my bedroom. Let's go." Matt pulls up his pants and follows Vicky to her bedroom. When he enters the room, Vicky is laying down on her bed. Her legs are spread, inviting his dick for a fuck. He brings out his cock and approaches her. "Stick it in there baby. Fuck my pussy." Vicky says. Matt lifts up Vicky's skirt, slides over her panties, and slides his hard dick into her pussy. He slowly drills her pussy with his dick, and by the look on her face, she's not aroused. "Fuck me harder, Matty. If I wanted a slow fuck, I could've fucked myself. Got me?" "Yes, ma'am." Matt starts going faster and faster. As his speed quickens, Vicky starts to moan. Her moans get louder and louder. She is aroused and she is liking it. "You like that, you blonde bitch." yells Matt. "Oooh, you're a dirty talker. I like that. C'mon. Don't slow down, speed the fuck up. Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck ME!!! Oh. Oh, oh, oh. Ahhhhhh. Oooh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh, oh!!!!" Matt starts impaling her harder and harder at every instant, until he finally hits her G-spot, and which she screams out in vivified sexual pleasure. Matt quickly snatches his cock out of her pussy and clenches it. "I'm cumming. I can't control it. Aaah." Matt screams. "Hold on," Vicky says. She quickly gets up and rushes towards him. She gets on her knees and forces Matt's dick into her mouth. "It's coming. Aaaah." Matt's explosion of his cum erupts inside her mouth, but it's too much for her to handle. She is able to swallow the incoming sperm, but most of it gets her face. A beautiful blonde woman with cum covering her face. What a delight. To Matt, she looks extremely sexy. Vicky gets up and bends her ass over the bed. She points her finger towards her ass. "Wait a minute," Matt shockingly says. "I thought we were finished." "Think again, Matty," says Vicky. "You're not off the hook yet." "What hook?" "I wanted a great fuck, Matty. And you're performing rather well, but you see, you haven't done what I want you do yet." "What do you want me to do?" Vicky points at her ass and says, "What do you think?" "No, I'm not doing that." He rushes for the door. "You're not going anywhere. I'm here for a fuck and you're going to give it to me. I've sucked you hard and dry, plus I've let you fuck my pussy. Now it's my turn to get something out of this pointless sex. I want you to fuck me in the ass. And I want you to do it hard." "I don't think so, Vicky." "This works much better if you call me Mrs. Swain." Vicky gets up and takes off her shirt revealing her bra. "Take it off." Vicky instructs. Matt hesitates. Vicky grabs one of Matt's hands and puts it in her pussy. "Aaah." She places his other hand on her breasts. "Now, take it off." Matt goes behind Vicky and attempts to take off the bra. He tries and he tries, but he is unable to release it. It takes minutes before Vicky tells how to take it off, and he does it. Her bra falls aimlessly to the ground. She faces Matt, with her voloptuous breasts. Matt stares at them in amazement. He puts his hands on them to touch them. He then puts his face into them, sucking on her lovely nipples.Vicky then removes Matt from her breasts. She goes over to the bed and bends over. "If you want more, fuck me in the ass." Matt wants more, and Vicky knows this. He walks over to her fine ass and slowly sticks his dick into it. He slowly moves in and out of her ass trying to do it faster, but to no avail. He still keeps fucking her in the ass. And finally, after minutes of waiting, he hears her moan. But her moans are more of pain than of pleasure. As he's fucking her, he reaches over with his hands and grabs both of her breasts. As he's fucking her from behind, her breasts bounce all over the place, making her look even more sexy. He then grasps her arms and folds them behind her back. He then proceeds to arch her back and fuck her at a more distinct angle, getting her off a lot easier. Then after a while, "Oh, you're so good. You're making me cum. It hurts so good. Ah, ah, ooh." She flips back her hair in a sexy fashion. Matt then realizes that Vicky is in great shape for her age, because it seems like he's fucking a college girl. She is so beautiful and sexy, he doesn't want to stop. It feels so good, and she likes him. "STOP." Matt's aspirations stop abruptly as she said it. But he doesn't stop it. He hears her, but doesn't listen. "I said stop. Stop fucking me, Matty." He then stops. He withdraws from her ass and looks at Vicky's beautiful face. He thinks of how beautiful the wife of his grisly teacher is. She gets up from the bed and gets on her knees in front of Matt. She clenches his cold hard cock and presses it against her face until his sperm gushes out of it. It drips into her mouth, and some even rolls onto her body, onto her beautifully shaped breasts and onto her lovely shoulders. Then Vicky licks the remaining cum off of his dick. "Ummm, delicious." Vicky seductively says. But what they don't know is that her husband, Thomas, is watching very closely with a video camera in hand. Sitting there, dick in hand, Vicky looks at the boy who looks just like her son, and then gets a gentle reminder of what was once. FLASHBACK ONE: A REMINDER OF WHAT WAS ONCE "Dad just called and said that he will be home late," says Ronnie Swain. "Late staff meeting, I guess." "Oh," replies Vicky, his mother. "That's too bad. I've made my special casserole dinner. Too bad he'll miss it." "Too bad for him, but not too bad for me." "At least there's good to come out of it. So how are you and Jessica doing? Getting serious?" "It don't think so mom." "Why's that?" "Well, she's kind of a frisky girl. She wants to have sex with me." Ronnie looks at his mother, who seems grieve-striken. "I don't think you should tell me about your sex life, Ronnie." says Vicky. "I wouldn't of brought it up, but I heard you and Dad going at it last night." "That's what a married couples do. They have sex." "But you were loud. I heard it all." "What's this all about, Ronnie?" "I want to know what to do. What does Dad do in order to please you? Get what I'm saying?" "Experience is what gets you better. Me and your father sucked the first time we had sex. So don't beat yourself up about it." "I think Jessica's the one. I don't want to screw it up with her." Vicky looks at her son's face, and wants to make him feel better. So she says, "Fine. I'll help you, but it'll only work one way. After dinner, come to my room. I'll give you some pointers." "Thanks a bunch mom." happily says Ronnie. "You're welcome." Vicky answers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is after dinner and Ronnie Swain walks into his mother's bedroom, but he doesn't see her. But then he sees that the bathroom light is on, so she must be in there. Suddenly the light turns off, and his mother opens the door and walks into the room with a white robe on. She walks to her bed and sits down, beckoning her son to do the same. Ronnie sits down and gazes at his beautiful mother, as he hopes to get her insight into what he should do. "Touch me here," Vicky says, as she points to her concealed chest. Ronnie sits back, worried, wondering what his mother is trying to pull. "Why do you want me to do that?" "Just do it," responds his mother. Ronnie reaches his hand toward his mother's chest, which is covered by the robe. As his hand gets closer to her chest, Vicky quickly disrobes, and Ronnie's hand falls flat on her magnificent breasts. But, he quickly removes his hand after he realizes what she's doing. He stares at his mother in admiration, and he chokes on his words. "Um..., mom. What are you doing? I thought you would actually help me with my sex life, instead, you are trying to seduce me. I'm going to tell dad, you know?" Ronnie rises from the bed and walks towards the door. He doesn't look back. Vicky jumps up quickly and runs to her disappointed son. She takes his hand and turns him around. Her huge breasts are still hanging out amidst her robe. "Son," Vicky says to her son. "I am trying to help you, but for me, it is easier to show you, rather than tell you. You learn from experience. And I want to help you with that." Eternal Longing "By what," her son responds. "Having sex with me?" "It's the only way you'll learn." "There are other ways than to indulge in incest, which is illegal, you know." "So if your girlfriend wants you to eat her pussy, will you know what to do? If she wants to be fucked in the ass, will you do it right? When she first sucks you off, will you be able to control yourself and not cum everywhere? Huh? I'm telling you, experience is everything. And I'd love nothing more than to make your dreams come true." "Oh, well." Ronnie turns around and walks away. Vicky turns around and covers her breasts with the robe and sits back down on her bed, waiting in sadness. ------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Ronnie is in the upstairs bathroom, on the toilet. He doesn't have to take a piss, but his cock is in his hand. He is stroking it, enveloping his hand around his member, and jerking off. He's jerking off over his mother. He loved the feel of her shapely breasts and the look of them on her sexy figure. Ronnie thinks about what he'd love to do to his mother. Fuck her in the mouth until he cums all in her mouth. Fuck her in the pussy and give her an orgasm to die for. Have her straddle himself to get him off. His mother's mouth all over his dick, and her face covered in cum, is what he wants to happen. If she'd let him, Ronnie would love to fuck her in the ass. Fuck his own mother in the ass until she gave up. Get her wet, make her moan, give her an orgasm, and cum inside her. And as he's thinking about this, his penis erupts, and his sperm flies over the bathroom door. ------------------------------------------------------------ Vicky Swain, discouraged and embarrassed, is taking a shower in her downstairs bathroom. Her beautiful naked body shimmers as the warm water drops onto her lovely skin. She thinks about what she was trying to do to her son, and suddenly feels ashamed of herself. But her mind set is switched when she hears the bathroom door open. She slightly opens the shower curtain to see who her intruder is. It is her son, Ronnie. She couldn't of been happier to see her handsome son. "I'm sorry about before, Ronnie," she says. "I hope you can forgive me for what I tried to do." She closes the curtain back up and resumes her shower. "You don't have to apologize, Mom," Ronnie replies. "You were only trying to help." Vicky becomes disturbed at her son's remarks. She reopens the shower curtain and looks, only to find her son fully naked, 8 inch dick hanging out and all. She is shocked by what she sees. "Go put your clothes on, son," Vicky quickly says. "You don't know what you're doing." "I know exactly what I'm doing, Mother," he responds. "I want to have sex with you just like you wanted to have sex with me. Dad's not home, and I'd love to fuck you, mother." Vicky becomes speechless and Ronnie rushes towards her, butt naked, and presses her against the shower wall. She feels sensational as her son's cock rubs up against her pussy. She finds her arms pulling her son closer. Ronnie slightly lifts his mother up and places her on his dick. His cock is inside her pussy as he pounds her against the bathroom wall. He hears his mother's moans, but that doesn't deter him. She wants it, and she wants more. She beckons him to fuck her harder, and he complies. Vicky finds herself crashing against the wall, making explosive sounds, as her son grinds her against it. It feels so good to her. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder. Ah. Ah ah oh ah." Ronnie suddenly stops, but she continuously tries to grind up and down his cock. She doesn't want to stop. It feels so good because it's so wrong. Ronnie lets his mother off his dick. She gets on her knees to suck his cock, but he doesn't want her to. He gets his mother up and has her face the other direction, with her ass extended towards him. "Bend over," Ronnie says with excitement. "I'm going to fuck you from behind." "Aaaah." Vicky moans. His mother slowly bends over, waiting for her son's hard dick to enter her pussy from behind. And it happens, ever so perfectly. Ronnie's dick enters her. She platforms her hands against the wall, for leverage so that she doesn't crash into the wall. Ronnie pulls back his mother's beautiful blonde hair and bends her head backward as he impales her from behind. His fingers find their way into his mother's mouth. Vicky licks her son's fingers while her son is fucking her. "I want to cum," Vicky moans. "Make me cum. Aaaah. That's it. You're almost there. Cum inside my pussy. Cum inside me. I want to have your children. I want to have my son's children. Oh, yeah. It feels so good. Harder, harder, harder. Aaaaaaaah!!!" "Aaaaaah." Ronnie screams. His mother falls to the floor as they both suffer their massive orgasms. Ronnie stands back towards the outer shower wall and looks at his sexy mother, on the ground and satisfied by her fuck. Vicky finally catches her son's gaze and walks towards him on her knees. She grabs his cock and feels it in her hand. "When you get together with Jessica," his mother starts. "Make sure she does everything right. Have her stroke your cock in order to get you aroused." Vicky does as she says. "Have her lick the head of your cock, and slide her tongue all the way down your big cock. Then have her put in her mouth. Make her suck you off, make you cum inside her mouth." "But since she's a beginner like you, she probably won't be able to suck your dick dry. I'm going to do something you're never going to forget." Vicky sticks her son's cock in her mouth. She tongues his shaft while it's in there, making him moan in pleasure. Then she shoves his enormous dick down her throat. Eventually, Ronnie feels the great sensation. His dick all the way down his mother's throat. Then his dick pinches after a while, and an explosion of his cum erupts in her pretty mouth. He withdraws from her mouth. And to his amazement, she swallows it all. Vicky gets up on her two feet and grinds herself against her son's body. She lowers her right hand until it touches Ronnie's cock, and she lightly strokes it. Then, she sticks her tongue in her son's mouth as the two give an incestual, but otherwise passionate and sexual kiss. "Maybe we can continue this taboo behavior sometime? Huh, son?" Vicky seductively asks. Vicky leaves the bathroom and her son, who becomes speechless. PART THREE: THE MAN BEHIND THE CAMERA Thomas Swain is in the basement of his rather large house, watching his type of pornographic videotape. One he actually records himself. His wife is gone, so he took it upon himself to watch her fuck Matt Stroble, the eighteen year-old he invited to his home. The video ends with Matt's dick dribbling out of his wife's mouth, and his cum all over her face. It's not the type of video that he will take out his cock for. Ever since Ronnie's death, Thomas hasn't seen his wife as a sexual object, but rather, an object of hate. "Fucking cunt!" yells Thomas as he turns off the television with his remote. He hears his wife's car pull up in the driveway, so he quickly retreats back upstairs so that nothing looks suspicious. His wife walks through the door looking beautifully, but to Thomas, she is ugly. She ruined his life, and now, she slept with a young boy in his class. Vicky looks at him and smiles, but Thomas doesn't return it. "Hey, Thomas," says Vicky. "How was your day?" "It was fine." Thomas abruptly says. Thomas walks away towards the living room, where he turns on the television to the ESPN sports channel. Vicky follows him and sits down next to him. She tries to hold his hand, but he briskly shakes it off. "Hunny, what are you doing home?" Vicky asks. "What do you mean?" Thomas responds. "It's lunch time on a school day and you're home. Why are you home? You should be at work." "Wouldn't you like to know." Thomas angrily remarks. "How come you won't let me get close to you anymore?" "You took everything away from me. You took my son. You took my love for you. Now, you're nothing more than a skanky slut." "I have never betrayed you, Thomas." "It doesn't matter what you did. It's what I feel. And that's what I feel every time I look at you. You make me sick." Vicky rises to get up. "Then I'll get out of your way. That kid will probably be here any minute, anyway." Thomas looks strangely at his wife. "What kid?" "The kid from yesterday. What was his name? Matt. Yes, Matt. He's coming over to study, isn't he?" "No, he isn't. He seems to be doing better in class, so he doesn't need my help." "Oh, well. He was a nice boy. It's good that he's doing better." "You thought he was nice?" "Yes, that was what I thought." "I bet you did." Thomas says with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, I better do what you say. I'm going back to school. I have an afternoon study session. Talk to you later." Vicky waits for a kiss goodbye, but Thomas just brushes right past her without a hint of love in his eyes. She is hurt. Thomas leaves and he cares less about her. Day after day, Vicky does what makes her happy. And that is exercise on the treadmill in the downstairs basement. She walks downstairs and walks towards the end of the room where the treadmill is, but she becomes distracted with a zipping sound coming from the VCR. Suspicious of what her husband was doing with the VCR, she turns on the television. It's a black screen. Vicky then presses play on the nearby remote control, and what comes on the screen, totally shocks her. The plasma television comes to life with images of Vicky sucking Matt Stroble's cock. The video shows Vicky sucking off Matt, jerking him off, letting him cum all over her face and in her mouth. As she rewinds the tape, she sees that her husband recorded her whole sexual encounter with Matt. How she seduced him, the dirty language she used on him, how he fucked her, how she moaned, and how they got their orgasms. She is shocked by what her husband did. She rushes up the stairs and goes out to the driveway to see if her husband is gone. He is. He is long gone. Vicky contemplates telling her husband about the tape she saw. She will tell him, when he comes home tonight. -------------------------------------------------- "Alright students, tomorrow we will have a test on chemical reactions. Come prepared. OK, see you tomorrow." At Thomas Swain's instruction, a surplus of students departed from the shoddy classroom. Mathematical formulas and chemical symbols cover the chalkboard. Many of the students understand chemistry, but Matt Stroble doesn't, which leads to his staying after class. As Matt confronts his teacher, Thomas remembers the sight of seeing Matt's dick riding his wife's pussy. At this image, he smiles. And Matt smiles back. "Good work yesterday." Thomas says to Matt. "Thanks, Mr. Swain," replies Matt. "How did you know your wife would actually have sex with me?" "I had a hunch. You look exactly like our dead son, and I have my suspicions that she and Ronnie had sexual relations." "But you don't know for sure. Maybe she went for me because you don't have sex with her." "It doesn't matter anymore because now I can finally divorce her without fear of her taking half of my money. With this sex tape as evidence, her having an affair, she won't get anything. I'll be able to keep all the money I have earned over the years." "Why do you want to divorce your wife? She's beautiful, sexy, and wild during sex. Everything you could ever dream of." "I hold her responsible for the death of my son. She was in the car with him when they crashed. She survived, he didn't. I will never forgive her." "She may have done nothing wrong." "I don't care. After he died, I lost the love of my wife. I no longer cared for her." "Oh." Matt leans closer to the desk. "Sir, I need help with this class. I'm not understanding how to get empirical formulas and that's just the beginning. I just don't get it." "Why are you worried about chemistry. Your grade is secure if you do everything I want. You have an 'A'." "I know. It's just that with everything that happened with your wife, I kind of feel bad." "Well, don't be. She's had it coming for three years." Matt shrugs and says, "So, should we get started?" Thomas smiles, leans back in his leather chair, and says, "Might as well. Go get the door." Matt walks over the door, shuts the blinds, and then closes the door. Matt walks back to the desk, but this time, he walks behind the desk, where Thomas has already unzipped his pants, and his cock is hanging out. Matt strips himself of his backpack by throwing it on the floor. He gets on his knees and hovers his face over Thomas' midsection, where, eventually, he lowers his mouth onto. Matt takes his teacher's cock in his mouth and licks it all over. Thomas lays back in his seat with pleasure. "Ooooh," Thomas moans. "You're unbelievably good at that." His remarks don't slow down Matt, who is slobbering all over his teacher's cock. Matt gains leverage by pressing down the desk with his left hand and on his teacher's chair with his right hand. He swirls his tongue all around his teacher's cock, but is stopped when Thomas pulls it out of his mouth. Thomas grabs his cock and puts it in his hand and starts jacking off. And before anyone knows it, cum is squirting out his cock and it lands all of Matt's face, which displays innocence. At the sight of Matt's cum-covered face, all Thomas can do is laugh. Thomas pulls Matt up by his shirt and pulls towards the students' desks. Thomas pushes Matt up against a group of student desks and pulls down the kid's pants. He bends Matt over and stretches out his butt cheeks. "Can you make it quick." Matt softly says. "Whatever you say, whatever you say." Thomas responds. Thomas spreads his ass and makes way. He places his dick in Matt's ass and slowly pushes it in. Matt lets out a soft shriek. Thomas grasps Matt's arms and puts them behind his back. He pounds in and out of the young kid's ass and as he prolongs the ass-fucking, he realizes the Matt's asshole is tightening up. Thomas starts to impale harder and harder, and Matt's screams get louder and louder. "I'm about to cum." Thomas proudly says. "Then just do it already." Matt sadly responds. Thomas quickly withdraws from Matt's ass and turns him around. Matt looks suspicious and asks, "Aren't you going to cum in my ass?" "Hell no," Thomas remarks. "I want to make it more worthwhile." He pushes Matt on his knees and pushes his head back towards the desk. Then he proceeds to stuff his dick down Matt's mouth and into his throat. "Now I'm cumming." Thomas forces Matt to swallow his cum, and he does, to a certain degree. He's not able to down all of his semen, he chokes some of it up. Matt lifts his head up, and wipes the cum off his chin with his shirt sleeve. Thomas turns and walks away. "Before you leave, clean up your shit." Thomas puts back on his pants and zips them back up. He walks away leaving the innocent Matt alone to clean up his teacher's cum that overflowed onto the floor. He walks out and closes the door. He stares into the room, watching his favorite student wiping everything down. This little encounter reminds him of when life was good. FLASHBACK TWO: WHEN LIFE WAS GOOD A family camping trip. Three years ago. For Thomas Swain, life was good. He loved his wife, and he still had his son. One summer, the three of them, Vicky, Thomas, and Ronnie, all went camping. One day, Thomas decided to take Ronnie on a father-son hike through the woods for the entire day while Vicky stays by the campsite. And off the two guys went, but neither knew what was to happen. Halfway through their hike, at about 6:00 at night, Thomas and Ronnie got lost through the woods. They didn't have a compass of any kind, but they kept going forward. When it got to about 9:00 at night, they stopped for the night. Thomas started his own fire with the supplies they had and some spare wood from the woods. They told stories around the campfire, but conversation soon led way to Ronnie's sex life. "Have you ever had sex." Thomas asked his son. "Yes I have," Ronnie responded. "I did it with Jessica, my girlfriend. She was kinda freaky." "Nice to hear. Kind of like your mother. She's wild in the bedroom too." Ronnie looked down. Thomas thought he looked down because of awkward conversation, but it was really because Ronnie, first-hand, witnessed his mother's wildness in the bedroom. "So what did you do with Jessica, sex-wise?" "I'm not comfortable sharing that with you, Dad?" "Why not? It's a simple question. Did she suck your dick? Did you cum in her mouth? You fuck her, what? In the front? Fuck her doggy-style? Did she let you touch her ass? How 'bout it?" Ronnie seemed hesitant, but decided to answer his father's question. "Well, um, I fucked her. She gave me head. I..." Thomas got closer to his son. "She sucks your dick. Did she jack you off good, like this." Thomas reached his hand over to his son's crotch. He unzipped Ronnie's pants and sifted through his son's boxer shorts. He pulled out his son's cock. "Dad," Ronnie said. "What are you doing?" "Shhh," Thomas whispered. "Just let it happen." Thomas tightly grasped his son's cock and lightly stroked it. Ronnie moaned in pleasure. He started to jack off his son. Ronnie quickly got an erection, when Thomas put his son's cock in his mouth. He brushed Ronnie's cock on the walls of his mouth, and licked the delicate sides of the dick. He quickly took out his son's cock from his mouth. "Now," Thomas told his son. "Do the same thing to me." "No, Dad. I'm not a fag. I'm not going to touch anything of yours." Ronnie quickly got up and started to leave. "Where are you going?" Thomas angrily asked his son. "Getting away from you." Ronnie shot back. "Come back here." Thomas said as he got up and rushed for his son. "This is going to happen and you're going to like it." He grabbed Ronnie and threw him to the ground. He put him on his knees and bent him over. Thomas violently pulled down his son's pants and boxers, while bringing out his own cock. His son is trying to fight it, but he couldn't escape his father's grip. "Keep fighting it," Thomas happily said. "It's an all-around better fuck if you fight it. It's more fun on my part." "Dad," Ronnie cried. "Please don't." "I'm not in the giving mood tonight. Well, I guess I am because I'm about to give you an ass-fuck you're never going to forget." Thomas grabbed his cock and slid it into his son's ass and started to ravage him. Ronnie was still trying to escape, but all to no avail. He penetrated into his son harder and deeper at every second. He took joy every time his son screamed in pain. His son's ass tightened up around his cock. At this moment, Thomas quickened his pace and fucked his son harder and faster. "Ooooh," Thomas moaned. "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in your ass, son?" "Please, no." Ronnie cried. "I'm not feeling that generous. I'm going to leave you a souvenir. Aaaaah." At that moment, Thomas exploded his cum all inside his son's ass, and then, soon withdrew his cock. "You like that, boy," Thomas yelled to his son. "It would have been better if you wouldn't have fought. Too much time screaming instead of enjoying it. Ha ha ha. Let's get going." Thomas starts to walk away, leaving his son lying on the ground, ass-ridden. PART FOUR: THE CONFRONTATION When Thomas Swain entered his home late that same night, he didn't know what he was walking into. "What's this?" Vicky asks, holding up a videotape. Thomas stops in his tracks and asks, "What's that?" "You know exactly what is, Thomas. You videotaped me and Matt fucking like porn stars. You taped me sucking his dick. Him cumming all over my face and in my mouth. You taped Matt fucking me in the ass, and the camera doesn't even shake. You were really enjoying yourself. You know what I think? Eternal Longing "What?" "You planned on me having sex with Matt. You were supposed to leave, but you didn't. You secretly had a video camera ready and waiting. All you needed was me to fuck your student. Was he apart of your plan, huh?" "As a matter of fact, he was." "Why would such a nice kid give in to a monster like you?" "You call me a monster. You killed my son, you bitch!" "I didn't kill him," Vicky cries. "There was an accident. He was driving. Just because I survived doesn't mean you place all blame on me so you can feel better about it. So tell me, what did you do to convince Matt to fuck me and then allow you to tape it?" "You know what? I'm going to answer all your questions. I want a divorce, and having a sex tape of you having an affair would ensure me all of the money, and you'd be left with nothing. And secondly, I knew you would open up and have sex with Matt. He looks exactly like our son that you killed. I give him good grades and he does what I want. I've had my suspicions. You had sex with Ronnie, didn't you? You fucked our son. Answer the question!" "Yes, alright, I did. I felt like a high school girl with a stupid crush. I found my own son attractive. You lost all interest in me. You would come home, fuck me, and go back to work. Ronnie's gentle touch was to die for. His cock inside of my pussy felt so amazing, it made up for your absence." "And now that we're spitting the truth out, answer me this," Thomas says. "Tell me what happened on the day our son died. Why did he die and why did you survive?" "You want the truth," Vicky cries. "I'll give you the truth. We were playing around. We were on our way home. He was playing with my pussy. It felt so good. I was wet. I wanted to return the favor. I took out his cock and started playing with it. I took off my seatbelt and bent down and put it in my mouth. I started giving him head, and his dick felt so good in my mouth. I sucked him good, and he came in my mouth. And at that moment, I don't know if it was the sexual pleasure, the sensation, or what is was, but Ronnie suddenly swerved off the road and into on-coming traffic. He crashed into a mini-van. If I wouldn't of sucked him off, none of this would of happened." "Our son is dead because you felt it necessary to suck his cock, you fucking cunt!" "I'm sorry. I've felt guilty ever since. I look back on that day all the time, and I wished I could have it back. You don't look at me the same anymore, and I lost a son. If I would of controlled my temptations, our son's death could have been prevented. I'm so sorry." Vicky sobs and sobs, and goes into the arms of her angry husband, who grants her comfort. Thomas holds her close and then pulls her away. Vicky leans closer and she kisses Thomas, who finally, after three years, returns the passion. Their lips interlock, and real love is felt once again. Vicky pushes him onto the couch, unbuttons his shirt, and lets her hands roam his body. His chest, so hairy, feels good to feel it once again. She rests her head on his nipples as she unzips his pants. Vicky brings out her husband's cock and instantly puts it in her mouth. Thomas feels pleasure as his dick is licked by his wife's tongue while its in her mouth, and she looks so sexy doing it. Thomas removes his wife's head from her cock, and brings it closer to his. Their lips connect once again, and a connection is felt again. Thomas moves his wife on the couch so that she's on her back. He pulls his wife's pants down, and then removes her panties. He pushes his cock into her and loves the sound of her moans. "Ah, I've been waiting forever for this," Vicky moans. "Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." And Thomas complies. He pushes harder and harder into Vicky's pussy. Vicky maneuvers so that she can grind up against her husband's cock. To her, this long awaited pleasure was well worth the wait. Thomas impales his wife's pussy harder and harder as he fucks her. Her moans make him feel joy. "I'm cumming," Thomas screams. "Can I cum inside you." "Please," Vicky moans. "Cum inside me. I want to have your kids. Fuck me. Put your sperm in my pussy." Thomas lets go, and his sperm is unleashed in his wife's pussy. He withdraws and flips his wife over on her stomach. She is bent over. Thomas spreads his wife's ass, and inserts his dick. He slowly slides in, and he hears his wife's low screams. After a few seconds, he starts fucking her harder. "Harder, harder, harder. Fuck me harder." Vicky screams. Thomas is fucking her ass, and nothing's ever felt better. He fucks her harder and harder. As he's ass-banging her, Vicky fingers her pussy to divert the pain away from her ass. It feels so good. Her husband feels so good inside her. Thomas withdraws his dick, and his wife faces him. He unleashed his cum all over her face. And most of it, she swallows. What a beauty. All of the sperm that went in her mouth, she swallowed. All that remained was on her face, which she gladly licked with her tongue. Her husband stared at her with love and passion as the night rolled to a close. --------------------------------- PART FIVE: THE EPILOGUE The next morning, Vicky makes a delectable breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, the works. She serves it, and she goes to get Thomas from bed. She walks into the bedroom and is shocked by what she finds. Her husband, Thomas, slit his throat with a standard kitchen knife. Vicky cries at the sight of her husband's suicide. It is sickening. Right on the side of him is a written note, obviously written by her husband. It reads: Dear Vicky, Last night was amazing, but one great night in three years can't wash away my guilt. Last night, you admitted that you had sex with Ronnie. But due to my massive guilt and overwhelming pride, I couldn't be more of a man and tell you the truth. Three years ago on our little camping trip, I had also had sex with Ronnie. I feel more guilty because I forced him into it. He didn't want to and I felt like I was raping him. It felt good, but I felt bad ever since. And when I offered Matt good grades, he not only had sex with you, but he had sex with me. I realized that he looked just like our son, and I wanted to have that connection back, just like you did. We are the same person. It only took three years for me to realize that. I'm sorry for everything. I wish everything could be better, but it never will be. Love, Thomas. Vicky cries after she reads the fateful note. Her husband was so guilt-ridden, he committed suicide to keep himself from confronting her about it. Vicky retrieves the videotape of her having sex with Matt, and throws it in the fireplace. A few steps later, she finds herself at the telephone, calling 9-1-1, telling the police that her husband killed herself. She takes the note that her husband wrote and threw it in the fireplace. His secret is safe with her. The police will arrive shortly, she presumes. A knock on the door awakens Vicky from her delirium. As she opens the door, a gun is pointed at her forehead. The gunman says, "You are sick, Vicky Swain. You had sex with a high school student. Matt Stroble was an innocent young boy and you corrupted him. He told me everything. How you grabbed his cock and sucked him off until he came in your mouth. You filthy cunt! You had him fuck you in the ass. You corrupted him for life. And I'll see that you burn in hell." With those final words, the gunman fires a bullet into the head of Vicky Swain, who falls dead in her entrance. The gunman throws the gun at the ground, and turns to face the police, who have just now arrived on the scene. A young officer runs up to the house and forces the gunman to the ground. The officer puts handcuffs on the gunman. "Kathleen Stroble. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say may be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney..." The officer repeats the Miranda Rights. The mother of Matt Stroble, Kathleen, felt that it was just that she kill the woman who had sex with her son. And now, she will spend a long time in prison. Vicky Swain. Dead. Thomas Swain. Dead. Ronnie Swain. Dead. Sex all took apart of why they suffered their terrible fates.