Mother's Obsession

Mistress Victories

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

Four months later…

"Yeah, Colette, I am sorry he cannot talk right now, but the negotiations have been really crazy. He literally does not have a spare moment," I said, lying on my belly, curling a lock of my hair around my finger, lazily kicking my leg in the air like a teenage girl excitedly sharing gossip on the phone.

"I figured so," Colette said, "But I just wanted to check in on him, see how things are going."

"Well, I tell you what, when he gets a free minute, I will have him give you a call," I replied.

"Thanks, Lisa, I really appreciate it," Callum's girlfriend said.

 "How has he been? Every time I have caught him lately, it seems like I keep catching him at the wrong time."

"Yeah, he has been a bit impatient lately," I replied. "I tell you; he has been on my a*s lately."

"Oh, I cannot imagine him being that bad," Colette replied with a laugh.

I laughed in reply.

"Haha, yeah, maybe I am overselling things," I replied.

Underselling, more like.

"Well, I will let you go, I know you guys are busy, so I will leave you to it," Colette said. "And thanks again, Lisa, it sounds like you have been a lifesaver for Callum these past few months. Since you got him that job, he cannot stop raving about you. I really appreciate it. This new job would make things so much easier for us now that we are going to have a baby in the future."

"Oh, it is my pleasure," I replied with a knowing laugh.

"Okay, give Callum my love," Colette said.

"I will." I said with a smile, knowing I would certainly be giving him some love, and he would be giving me the same.

"Okay... bye," I said, rolling my eyes just as I hung up the phone.

"Ahhh..." I said to myself, "Time to get back to work." I tossed the phone onto my bag.

I turned my half naked body onto my back, letting the hot, Brazilian sun hit nearly every inch of my exposed flesh. I closed my eyes as I baked in the sun, letting my smooth skin get the perfect level of tan.

These last four months had been the best of my life. When I got Callum to work at the same firm that I did and I became his assistant, the bosses had a lot of doubts. From what Callum told me, they had sincerely begged him to reconsider, but he stood pat. His father-in-law, more than any of them, seemed the wariest of me. He did not even want to be in my presence, as if he thought I was poisonous. I could feel the distaste for me coming from all the higher-ups, but despite their doubts, our work spoke for itself.

In the four months since Callum’s, our success was unprecedented. The money he was bringing in, the deals he was striking, they were better than ever. It could not be denied that I played a part in that. Despite everything, despite being seemingly unqualified for the job, I was actually really damn good at it. I was born for this job. Like I had told Callum, he needed a cutthroat b*tch like me in the boardroom. He needed the bad cop to his good cop. I had taught him how to properly do business. And it worked.

Oh, it had worked.

My aggressive nature and huge bre*sts had pushed Callum to new heights, new levels of success. Thanks to me, he had gained more of an edge, negotiating deals that were not nearly as soft-hearted as before. Where previously, his deals would really benefit both sides, now... we were making bank. We were demolishing these companies, these people who were not nearly as good as we were. They thought they were making good deals, deals that would help them, but we were not. We were chewing them up and spitting them out. It was an indescribable rush eating all those other companies alive, absorbing them into our larger, superior, more cutthroat company. It was cold, callous business, but it worked. And the executives were noticing, becoming more welcoming now that I was helping them fill their bank accounts. Callum and I... we were a dangerous team.

And the s*x was amazing!

I held up my end of the bargain, every f*cking day. I would suck him off when he was under pressure. I would be there for him when the stress was getting too much to bear, bending over his desk and letting him take out his stress on my hot body. And when I was in need, I would stroll right in there, get on his desk, spread my legs, and beckon him forward. I would interrupt his important phone calls to make him eat me out, showing him where his true priorities lied. I would get on my knees, point my butt at him, and pull apart the cheeks, making his mouth water as he stared at my tasty a**hole, waiting for him to act. I would sit on his lap, driving him wild, making him hard until he lost all control. We f*cked in the office two or three times a day, at least.

It was fabulous.

Callum backed up his claims, giving me money, buying me presents, you know... giving a slut like me the life she deserved. This b*tch was loaded now, and my bank accounts were only getting fatter. My house was huge, and my car was the envy of all my friends, and I did not even have to force it out of him. He loved spending money on me. Giving me a healthy chunk of the cash, he and his girlfriend had worked so, so hard for. Wasting that money on his little slut, spoiling me rotten, more worried about keeping me happy, not even concerned about his girlfriend finding out. He called me his secret weapon, and that I had earned every f*cking penny.

It was pretty sweet.

The best part of my new life was the travel. These were the times I felt like I was living the high-flying life a b*tch like me deserved. We had traveled to a few places for negotiations, but the biggest one was this Brazil trip. They had allotted two weeks for us to hash things out.

Thanks to my help, we had negotiated the deal in one day.

And we had really f*cking owned them, too, making almost 50% higher than the expected deal. But at the rate we had been going lately, this was not a surprise.

As I had proudly boasted to Callum, it was my s****l appeal that spurred our success in the boardroom. At first, I did not think he really believed me when I proclaimed that, but the results spoke for themselves. I could not tell you how many times I caught one of the guys across the boardroom table staring at my bre*sts. They would try to stay focused on their work, but their eyes would always drift over to my exposed cleavage, losing their will to fight back in the deep crevasse between my bre*sts. Callum would hammer out the specifics, knowing we had the advantage, and the guy on the other side of the table would be so dazed by my perfect rack they would sign off on anything put in front of them.

Sometimes, I would have to bounce them slightly, really making sure our rivals were under my spell. For the a*s men, I would have to bend over at every opportunity, or show a bit of whale-tail, and they would end up in the palm of my hand. Some men needed a more personal approach. I would meet with them privately, and while I never gave them any s*x, I would show a hint of skin, a bit more cleavage, and I would tease them, telling them whatever they needed to hear, promising them opportunities to be close to me, knowing that would never happen, but the mere possibility was enough to make most of them sign off on their own company's doom.

It should not be this much fun destroying rival companies!

The women in the boardroom were not any more formidable. Most of the time, they were old ladies, or boring, career-focused women, not equipped to deal with a slut like me. Businesswomen should not have bre*sts that big, they were no doubt thinking. Most would be so intimidated as they leered at my chest, at my seemingly overstuffed blouse, fuming with jealousy as they stared at my huge, bulbous bre*sts. Most of the women were never the same after that point. By the time my enormous rack entered the boardroom, they were done for. They were just so intimidated by my hot body they could not get their act together, and we would crush them into dust.

The only time I would show even the slightest bit of mercy is when I would recognize a kindred spirit on the other side of the table. Women like me who seemingly knew the score as soon as we walked in. Women who were practically as hot and sexy as me. It did not matter how big or small the company we were talking to was, if there was a slut like me on the other side, I would listen. I would hear them out and give them the respect they deserved. I was nothing if not charitable, and I was more than happy to help other sluts into positions of power. We would talk plainly and openly, putting s*x on the table from the start, treating it as the valuable commodity it was. The only details to be hammered out were the when's, where's, and how often.

But this Brazilian trip was something special from the start. On the day we arrived, the boss from the company we were negotiating with took us out to dinner. The man himself did not seem to be anything special, nothing to be worried about, but his hot, young girlfriend... she was spectacular. I think both me and Callum were transfixed with her from the start. She was a former model who had married rich, living off her husband's money, not working. But she seemed capable of so much more.

She had perfectly styled, shimmering black hair. Her smooth, tanned Brazilian skin was immaculate, and her body... it was mouth-watering. She had these massive, smooth, succulent bre*sts, pouring from her slim, stylish black dress. And her a*s was everything you would expect from a Brazilian woman, perky, and round and full... just amazing.

She was beautiful, of course, simply gorgeous, but her most striking feature was her eyes. They were simply stunning, telling us everything we needed to know about her. She was a few years younger than both Callum and I, but there was a wisdom and intelligence in her those eyes we recognized immediately. We watched her appraise us, with the cool laziness that only a woman of her intense beauty could pull off, and we could both just tell that she had us spied out immediately. Just staring at her... it was clear she was reading us like a book, but she did not say anything. She did not warn her husband. It was if this little game was amusing to her, and she wanted to watch it play out. It was as if she did not expect much from this corporate dinner, but upon meeting us, she perked up, seeing an opportunity for a bit of fun.

Her name was Carolina, and despite the fact that she did not speak up, me and her were communicating. Through knowing deep glances, small signals, osmosis, I do not know, I could not fully explain it, but the message she sent was clear. She was on our side, and she would do what she could on her end to help us win these negotiations, in exchange for a bit of fun. As we parted for the night, and I discreetly slipped her my number as she kissed my cheek, I was already assured of victory.

I do not know what it was she did that made her husband more susceptible, but out-negotiating him was not even hard, and it was clear to both me and Callum that she had clearly done something to weaken his defenses. Knowing what we were playing for, Callum and I were extra motivated as we cut this guy down, eating his company alive within hours, a freshly minted contract hammered out by the end of the day. And the best part was, after this guy's rough day, he did not even have his lovely girlfriend to come home to.

She was with us.

Not only did we demolish this guy in the boardroom, but we also capped it off by double-teaming his girlfriend. Carolina... she was a f*cking goddess. I f*cking love that b*tch. She was absolutely insatiable, and she easily kept up with us. We did it in every way we could think of. Callum f*cked her on all fours with me beneath her, our naked bodies sliding against each other, our bre*sts pressed together, our plump lips joined together as Callum drilled us both, switching between us, filling both of our hungry c*nts. Carolina rode him roughly as I lovingly rimmed her a*s.

She returned the favor when Callum drilled me into the bed, my legs on Callum's shoulders as she crawled beneath us. I had never been prouder as I was that night with Callum, admiring the stud he had become. With my help, he had discovered that so many problems in his life could be solved by using his d**k, and boy, he had gotten good at that. His d**k would be the pen that would sign off on these big business deals, making them official, and instead of signing off on these deals with ink, they would be signed off with his hot, thick c*m. He was magnificent as he pleasured us both, filling all of our holes with his fat, married d**k. And I swear, his balls were seemingly producing c*m on overdrive. I do not know how he did it or how he had become that insatiable. He just kept going. And that type of energy was well rewarded.

Callum received the best of us that night. We were all over him. We worshipfully pleasured him, wrapping our huge, bare, soft bre*sts around his thick c*ck. We inhaled his c*ck with devotion and swallowed his c*m lovingly. We gave him a good show, eating each other’s c*nts and a*ses in a heated sixty-nine right in front of him. And when the night ended, and he hosed down our pretty faces with c*m, I reveled in what I had done to him. Mere months ago, he had been the type of guy who did everything the right way, in business and in life. Now, he was f*cking his slutty assistant, winning business negotiations like a lion hunting prey, and then claiming what is his, railing his business rival's girlfriend after demolishing him in the boardroom.

I had made a monster out of Callum, both in the boardroom and the bedroom.

He was barely the same man anymore. He still maintained his bullsh*t good guy act to the people that still believed he was pure, but not with me. He was, without a doubt, the dirtiest boyfriend I had ever had, by far. He had come down to my level and he was reveling in it. The things we did in the bedroom... it was beyond nasty. It was so filthy I could barely describe it. Things that almost made me blush! It was amazing!

With our work being done, I convinced Callum we deserved a vacation. So, instead of heading right back home, we opted to stay in Brazil, celebrating our hard earned victory. We drank... we partied... we f*cked. We had gotten up to some crazy adventures. These Brazilian women were insane! I loved it! We had met some fellow Americans too, a group of college-aged girls staying at our hotel. I had talked to two of them quite a bit, a blonde, and an Asian girl with a blue-streak through her dark hair. I also occasionally saw them hanging out with this hot older guy, and this young, black-haired girl with huge knockers, but I had not met them yet. I was hoping to close the deal with them pretty soon, hopefully all three of the girls, and certainly give Callum a night he would never forget.

So, right now, I was lying on a beach in Brazil, my hot body perfectly getting sun-kissed. I was topless, hoping to give my bre*sts the tan they deserved. I had a powder blue thong barely covering my lower half, fitting right in with all the Brazilian sluts strolling down the beach, looking positively filthy. I looked down, seeing some good color on my chest, so I opted to turn back over onto my belly. I lied there, getting a tan, waiting for my man to return.

I spied Callum approaching, looking sexy, his tanned upper half looking better than ever, and his stylish board shorts helping him fit right in on the beach. I got up on my elbows, glancing at my nails as I felt him approach. My lower legs were pointed upward, kicking up in the air lightly as I lied here. I smiled as I felt his lips kissing up my leg and up to my round butt, focusing on my exposed a*s for a few moments. Callum loved the thongs I wore. He could not get enough. Like I told Colette, he had REALLY been on my a*s lately. He kissed up my back before reaching my ear.

"I could ravage you right now," he growled, causing me to shiver. I turned and gave him a soft kiss.

"Your girlfriend called," I reported, causing him to sigh.

"Did she suspect anything?" he asked.

"Your girlfriend... ha! I do not think so!" I replied, causing him to laugh. It was true.

She was pretty f*cking dumb. It could not be more obvious me and Callum were f*cking, but she did not catch onto a thing. She called so many times to the office while I was working my magic. He would talk to his girlfriend while balls deep in my tight c*nt, barely able to cover his grunts. I would chat to Colette while her husband was lovingly rimming my a*s. And I had f*cked Callum at his house as well, in his home neighborhood, and his dumb girlfriend did not ask any questions when me and her husband spent an hour locked away together. She had f*cking cooked me dinner, helping me recover after draining her husband's balls, not noticing her husband's wandering eyes staring into my cleavage, not noticing my foot under the table, teasing him, making him hard for me again. I had stolen her man, and she loved me. She thought of me as a friend now, with no idea I had been f*cking her man. She trusted me to take care of Callum and do good work, and boy was I doing a good job.

I laughed to myself.

In the four months I had been working with Callum, with all the travel we were doing, all the hard work, I probably spent more nights in bed with him than his girlfriend did. Callum clearly valued his work girlfriend more than his actual girlfriend.

I knew at this point he was more my man than hers. I had changed him to the point where he got off as much as I did on sneaking around behind his girlfriend's back, humiliating her in the process.

One night, after him and Colette had been away at some family function, he called me late at night, just before him and Colette were going to bed. They had been so busy that they had not had much in the way of private time together, so once they got home, s*x was on the table. Finding that an unappealing prospect, he had me sneak into the house, into the bathroom, where I proceeded to drain his balls into my tight, waiting c*nt. He gave me a loving kiss, and I knew that he wanted to make sure he gave me his best and leave whatever was left for his girlfriend.

Colette never caught on, and we were too hot for each other that we were not as secretive as we could have been. I f*cked him on his marital bed SO many times, and for a moment, it almost felt like I was actually his girlfriend, and for a slut like me who had never really considered settling down, I found the idea surprisingly appealing. Whenever I was around Colette, I would find myself eyeing that expensive ring on her finger.

Oh, yes. They got engaged as soon as Callum was able to afford a proper ring. He felt so guilty about betraying Colette, that he went out and bought her a nice ring with his very first paycheck.

But like I said, even though we were pretty sloppy in covering our tracks, Colette never figured it out. I had a bad habit of losing my underwear whenever I spent time at his home, but Colette never seemed to find any of them.

 And, oh... OH YEAH! The absolute best part was that Colette, this smart, brilliant, educated woman never caught on... but her housekeeper did. Martha was not exactly a keen, brilliant mind, but she clearly was not completely clueless. Whenever I would visit, she would give me dirty looks, and it became clear to me that she had figured it out. That she knew exactly what me and Callum were doing together. Knowing this could be a complication, I had to think fast, and I had come to an absolutely brilliant solution.

So, yeah, me and Callum had a threesome with Martha.

I know, right? Crazy! And honestly... it was pretty f*cking good.

Yeah, Martha was an older woman, in her forties, and she was a bit thick, but she had a nice body. It was certainly better than Colette's, as she carried a big round a*s and a pair of double Ds, and she was actually pretty good looking.

Callum had been a bit hesitant about this plan, and Martha seemed a bit freaked out at first, but once she cooled down, and me and Callum talked her out of her clothes, she warmed up fast. And I have to say, she was surprisingly good. She had curves, sure, but she knew how to work it, and with the fervor she began riding Callum's c*ck, it became clear that this was something she had wanted to do for a very, very long time. Callum really got into it too, and by the end, Callum and Martha were flat out going at it! It was f*cking hot, an absolute blast to watch. Sweat from her thick, juicy body was seeping into the bedsheets as she was energetically drilled by her employer's hard c*ck. And the moment when Callum filled her grasping, loving c*nt with his thick seed, she was officially on our side, and not on Colette's. I think, like us, she took pride on getting one over on the naïve woman of the house.

And having Martha helping us out proved useful, as she was happy to help cover our tracks, preventing Colette from catching on, in exchange for the occasional helping of thick taken c*ck, which Callum was happy to oblige. When Callum and I were f*cking in his home neighborhood, Martha would keep Colette distracted. When Callum and I would leave the bedsheets an absolute mess, Martha would dutifully wash them, except, of course, Colette's pillowcase, which would be left as is, soaked from the sweat of my a*s, the juices from my c*nt, and the c*m from her boyfriend’s d**k.

All of us thoroughly enjoyed the fact that poor, naïve Colette would rest her head on this evidence of her boyfriend's betrayal and be none the wiser. We all loved rubbing it in her face. Whenever I had to chat up Colette when I was over at their place, I would look over her shoulder and see Callum feeling up Martha, squeezing her big boobs, showing his appreciation for all her hard work.

This was the guy I had turned Callum into.

A guy who f*cks his forty-something housekeeper to make sure his girlfriend does not catch on to his indecent affair. I had truly drawn Callum down to my level.

I loved it!

I was drawn back to my current state, lying hear on the beach, Colette's boyfriend’s hands touching my body.

Mhmm, all these happy memories, plus Callum's loving touch, were making me very wet. I swear I was going to soak through my f*cking thong.

"Did you forget my drink?" I asked, looking up at Callum.

"You know I cannot do that..." he said with a laugh, sliding down next to me, putting his arm over me, and pulling me into him.

I was now on my side as he spooned up behind me, the intimate position we often ended up in when we slept together. His hand slid over my bre*sts, squeezing them lightly before sliding down to my belly, sliding against the small baby bump forming there.

"Feel your baby, Callum..." I sighed, "Feel the child you put in your slut's belly." Callum felt my pregnant belly up, as he loved to do.

I could feel how hard his massive c*ck was getting against my ass.

"I could take you here..." he whispered, kissing my ear.

"Sounds good to me..." I sighed, my n*pples tightening.

"Let us go back to the room," he growled. "I cannot wait another minute." I turned to look at him.

"You got it boss."

Callum led me down the sandy beach towards our hotel, his hand around my hips. His eyes barely left my bouncing, rippling bre*sts as I sashayed down the beach, looking to all outsiders like the beautiful, happy, sexy couple. And in this sea of beautiful bodies, all eyes were seemingly on me. These gorgeous men, these sexy Brazilian women... it seemed as if none of them could keep their eyes off my bouncing bre*sts. I was the center of attention, as I should be.

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust.

Attraction.

He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

Like I said, Callum and I were a dangerous team. When we were together, we could do some damage, as the bed in our executive suite could attest. I could see the future now. In a few years, at the rate Callum was climbing, the company would be his, and I would be by his side. A multi-million dollar company run by my man.

The man who I controlled.

The man who was obsessed with me and would give me whatever I wanted. So much power. So much money. So much s*x. And it was all mine. It would all be mine.

Because even though the company would be under his guidance, it would be me who was truly in charge. I loved the sound of that. I had shown a clear aptitude for how business should be done, and the company would benefit from my wisdom. We would have to push out the old guard first, including Callum's father-in-law, the big boss. I could be patient, and wait, but when the time came, I expected Callum to push his father-in-law out willingly and brutally of his own company. And maybe, just maybe, if we have had enough fun at Colette's expense by that point, we might finally push her out of the picture too. And then it would be me and Callum, together on top, King and Queen, where we belonged.

I am pretty sure my juices were dripping down my leg at this point.

The thought of making all the rules, being totally in charge, was absolutely intoxicating. When I am in charge, I will give this company the face-lift it needs. I will modernize our practices. I would stock our bullpen full of sluts like me, because as I have made clear, real business is conducted between the sheets, and we needed the best and brightest young sluts working for us. We would scour the best colleges, the Ivy League schools, the local bars and strip clubs, wherever. If there was a good slut on the market, she needed to be on our payroll. And I had already begun this process, making a few phone calls, recommending a few of my skanky friends for some cushy, corporate positions. Plus, our international contacts, women we have won over, like Carolina, I could see all of them happily playing ball with us. This company's hopes and profit margins were riding on my hot a*s, and the sky was limitless.

I was finally getting the life I deserved.

As I felt Callum's arm around me, and his child growing in my belly, my bank account overflowing with cash... I could not have possibly been more satisfied. I was completely and utterly content.

My future was looking bright.