Mother's Obsession

Victory in the Name of Cheating

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

In my s*x-addled state, this sounded like a mighty tempting way of life. A way of life that, like Lisa Warden, was too tempting to resist. As she squeezed my swollen c*ck with her a*s, and she rubbed her huge bre*sts over my face, there seemed to be only one real choice.

As if a shadow passed over my face, my expression changed. Pulling my face for a moment from between her mammoth jugs, I met Lisa's eyes with mine, and, letting my lips curl into an animalistic snarl, I growled a command.

"F*ck me, Lisa... f*ck me!"

Her plump lips curling into an almost proud smile, she used her taut thighs to lift herself up, raising her a*s up, releasing most of my meaty pipe to the cool air of the neighborhood once again, leaving only the swollen head inside her. As she raised herself up, she slid her huge, sweaty bre*sts across my face. She held this position for a few moments, teasingly, before driving herself back down, her a*s slamming into my thighs as it swallowed my thick weapon again.

"Ohhh!" I grunted out.

"F*ck!" Lisa squealed out, her ass quivering around my thick meat. She began to work up a smooth pace, working the entire length of my c*ck on every stroke.

"Your God damn a*s is amazing!" I cried out, screwing my eyes shut for a few moments.

"Your c*ck... f*ck... your c*ck is the best c*ck I have ever f*cked. Holy sh*t!" she screamed out in violent pleasure.

Her bouncing bre*sts kept hitting my face, the smooth, sweaty flesh gliding across my chiseled features. I put my hands on her hips, helping her drive down more firmly, helping my thick, lubed c*ck slide into her impossibly tight a**hole.

"Oh my God! It feels so f*cking good!" I screamed out, my body flexed and tensed as her furious bouncing caused her mammoth bre*sts to roughly slap my face, the firm, doughy flesh hitting my visage, only adding to the lust I was feeling.

"Tell me... f*ck... tell me!" Lisa cried, moaning as she furiously rode my aching, pulsing meat, her ass working every inch of me.

"Tell me I am your girlfriend... and all that goes with it! F*ck... please!" she panted, riding me hard.

This was it. The moment of truth. The moment where I had to make up my mind.

"Yes! You are my girlfriend now" I screamed out, watching this amazing slut riding me, proving her worth as a skank and my new girlfriend.

"You can f*cking have me forever! Just keep riding my f*cking d**k with your amazing a*s!"

"Yes! YES! YES!" Lisa screamed out, somehow riding me even harder at getting the good news.

"You will give me tons of money, more than you give to Colette?"

"Yes! F*cking sh*t... whatever you f*cking want... It is yours!" I told her.

Her a*s squeezed my c*ck even harder.

"F*ck yes! YES! I love it! I f*cking love it!" Lisa squealed.

"You will buy me clothes... a house... you will give me babies?" she asked, her body riding mine.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I grunted out an affirmative, sending a jolt of tight pleasure rippling through her.

"Oh my God!" she said, jumping forward, slowing her bouncing, pressing her body against mine, moving her lips to my face, kissing my cheek over and over again.

"I love you! I f*cking love you! Hold on... I want to feel your chest." Lisa reached forward and grabbed me by the neck, firmly bringing my chest toward hers. Hungrily gazing at my body for a moment, she pressed her body into mine, our sweaty chests sliding against each other and then, something happened I did not expect.

We kissed.

For the first time, Lisa's soft, plump lips met mine. Her mouth opened, as did mine, our tongues quickly and feverishly meeting in a deep, filthy French kiss, easily the lustiest kiss I had ever taken part of. Her tongue worked circles around mine and I tried to keep up, my taken mouth kissing her slutty one. She finally pulled away from me, spit stretching between our lips as she leaned back and let out a laugh.

"HAHA! Yes!" Lisa laughed out, resuming bouncing on my needy c*ck as I held her leaning body, supporting her.

"Talk to me, baby. Tell me who you really are. Tell me you are the man I always thought you were!" she begged of me.

I did not hesitate.

"I am a dirty, cheating f*cker. YES! A man who loves sluts like you! F*ck yes!" I told her, driving up into her.

"You have always been f*cking hot for me... haven't you? Haven't you?!" she insisted.

"Yes! I have always been attracted to you, you f*cking b*tch!" I told her, causing her to laugh again.

"I have always noticed your big f*cking bre*sts! The way you walked, shaking your hot f*cking a*s! I loved how you were always such a f*cking b*tch to me! It was so goddamn sexy! I loved hearing the f*cking rumors of all the nasty sh*t you did! F*CK YES! GOD! I love it!" I screamed, not sure if these words were even true, but the pleasure of admitting them anyway felt too damn good.

"You wanted it to be you!" she called out, running her hands over my bare chest lovingly.

"You wanted to be the guy in those rumors! GOD YES! That is why you came over to my house! You wanted this to happen! You wanted the neighborhood slut to come after you? You wanted me to steal you from your girlfriend! You wanted your c*ck deep up my a*s! Didn’t you... DIDN’T YOU?" she asked, riding me violently, no doubt bruising my thighs.

"F*CK! F*CK... you’re a*s... It is incredible," I moaned out.

"Yes... YES! I wanted to be one of those dirty f*ckers who fell victim to your charms. I wanted to feel your huge bre*sts and amazing a*s! I wanted to feel if your c*nt was as tight as I thought it would be. I wanted to go balls deep in your tight f*cking a*s!"

"Hahaha! Yes! Colette is not getting the job done, huh? F*CK!" she cackled, flexing her hips, driving into me roughly.

"Ughhh... f*ck! No... she is not as good at this as you are! SH*T! Yes! You are a better f*ck than my girlfriend!" I admitted, and at this statement, her a**hole clenched around me.

"Guhhhhhh! F*CK! Yes! Tell me more! F*ck my a*s you son of a b*tch and tell me how much better I am than your f*cking girlfriend!" Lisa begged, nearly drunk with pleasure.

"F*ck! F*CK! Okay... okay!" I began.

Despite everything, I did still love my girlfriend, but I had to admit, I had the same reaction that she did when I spited my girlfriend. Lisa squealed in pleasure when I bashed Colette, and my d**k throbbed. I guess it would not hurt to do it a bit more. Colette would never know, and the s*x would be even better because of it.

"You are better looking than my girlfriend."

"F*ck!" she moaned out, riding me harder.

"You are sexier..." I grunted out.

"Yes!"

"You’re a*s is so much better." I groaned, sliding my hands over the round cheeks, squeezing them as she rode me.

"God yes! More!" she begged.

"And your bre*sts... your enormous f*cking bre*sts..." I began.

"Yeah? Tell me... tell me how much you like my big bre*sts better than your girlfriend's flat chest?"

"Yes! They're incredible!" I moaned out, slurping on her n*pples as they slid across my mouth.

"So, f*cking big... and soft," I moaned out, sliding one hand up to squeeze at her bouncing bre*sts.

"So much better than my girlfriend's! Compared to you, my girlfriend has nothing! Compared to you, she is barely a woman! She has a pair of pathetic, inferior, sad little bre*sts!" I said, the words getting away from me as I insulted my sweet, loving girlfriend, but Lisa's reaction, and my own, almost made me get carried away. The more I said, the harder she f*cked me, and the harder I drove up into her.

"F*ck! F*CK!" she screamed out.

"Tell me you love me! Tell me you love the neighborhood slut's hot body more than your pathetic f*cking girlfriend!"

"Yes! YES!" I screamed. "I f*cking love you! I love your a*s! I love your f*cking big bre*sts! I love your f*cking hot body more than my girlfriend!"

"Oh my God! F*ck me Callum! F*ck me! F*ck me hard, baby! Make me c*m!" she urged driving into me with blinding speed. I drove up into her, our sweaty bodies slapping together loudly.

My c*ck was sliding in an out of her tight, gripping a**hole as if it were made to do so, the slick, meaty pipe pistoning in and out of her stretched-to-the-brim a**hole.

"Yes! YES!" I groaned, the pleasure almost too much to take as I shoved my c*ck into her a*s as hard as I could.

"F*ck me, Callum! F*ck me!" she screamed loudly, her ass slamming into me at full speed.

Our s*x was loud and rough. The gardeners would no doubt hear the sounds of illicit s*x behind the locked doors of this gated neighborhood and would just assume some lecherous executive was carrying out some sort of illicit, after-hours affair with some skanky secretary.

They would be right.

"I am going to c*m, baby!" she moaned out, pressing her chest to mine again.

"I am going to f*cking c*m, baby!" she screamed out.

"Me too, Lisa," I replied. "I am going to f*cking c*m in your slutty f*cking a*s!" I screamed out.

"Yes! YES! Fill my tight a*s with that hot, thick taken c*m and forget all about your pathetic girlfriend! F*ck my a*s, stud! F*ck me like the f*cking man you are! F*ck me!" she screamed.

"Yes! YES! YES!" I screamed out, turning a corner, feeling my balls beginning to boil.

"I am going to fill you up! I want to fill all your f*cking holes every f*cking day! Yes!"

"You will get it baby! Three times a day, minimum! I will be the best god damn girlfriend ever! Yes! Now fill my f*cking a*s with c*m!" she commanded.

"Oh my God! I... I am going to c*m!" I warned, my c*ck swelling up.

"Oh my god! Oh my God! HOLY F*CK! YES!" I screamed out, c*m exploding from my c*ck, a thick savage band entering the deep recesses of her tight, clutching a*s!

"Do it, baby! Do it! Yes! YES! YES! YES! YES! BABY! YES, AHH!!" Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs as a violent orgasm ripped through her.

She slammed herself into me, taking in my full length just as the orgasm shredded through her luscious body. Our bodies tightened and jerked as we came together again, my balls flexing as I kept firing thick, heavy bands of c*m inside of her, over and over again, the biggest org*sm of my life, buried in the neighborhood slut's a*s! It was incredible. Everything else was forgotten, the only thing remaining... the pleasure.

She spit out every curse in the book as she rode out her hard c*m, my ears ringing as she shrieked in pleasure. Her arms were wrapped around me and mine around her, her huge boobs pressed roughly into my chest. Our bodies kept flexing as she kept c*mming and I kept filling her tight ass with hot c*m. This went in for many minutes until I finally relaxed again, completely drained, and her hot body collapsed onto me.

Neither of us spoke for a few moments, unable to find the strength to form a word. It was incredible, the best s*x of my life. Lisa was amazing, an amazingly talented slut. And I would need her, cause I would not be able to give up this type of pleasure.

Never.

She was too god damn good at s*x to let go. She was a diamond that I had discovered. She was exactly what I needed. She was the best candidate.

She was the perfect, neighborhood slut.

She pushed herself up, our sticky, sweaty bodies peeling apart. She moved her head down, kissing my sweaty chest over and over again, kissing just above my pounding heart, before savagely licking the sweat off my neck. She pulled herself from me, eyes heavy with lust. She looked down at me as she lovingly squeezed my softening c*ck with her a**hole. Her plump lips curled into a satisfied smirk. She moved her lips to my ear and whispered,

"We are not done yet."

And we were not done. Not by a long shot.

Still recovering, she pulled me to my feet, only to drag me over to the chair at the desk. Pushing me down into it, she knelt between my legs, taking my semi-erection into her mouth. As she did this, she had me call Colette.

She immediately answered on the first ring.

“Hey, baby. Is everything okay?” Colette asked through the phone as concern coated her voice immediately.

“Yes, everything is okay. I am just calling to check up on you. I was just at work here, with nothing to do as usually and my mind ran on you.”

“Aww okay, babe. Well, I was just about to get some assignments done. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

As I talked to my girlfriend, Lisa's amazing mouth worked wonders, somehow coaxing me to full hardness once again. By the time I hung up on my girlfriend, I was hard as steel, unable to stifle the pleasure anymore.

The next f*ck we had was truly a marathon one. I f*cked her from behind once again, against the window, her sweaty body sliding against the thick pane as I drilled her tight, clutching c*nt. As we f*cked two floors above ground level, staring down at the people below us, I was filled with a sense of power. Of superiority, as if I was making a statement to the rest of the neighborhood that I was above them all.

She rode me for a little bit on the chair beside the bed, riding me hard and firm, before pulling me on top of the desk, knocking pretty much everything off of it onto the floor. She was riding me on top of it, her huge boobs hanging down over my face, their light bouncing keeping me frozen to the spot as she rode me, previewing a position we would no doubt be repeating in the future many times. We kept f*cking vigorously, and we eventually ended up on the floor in front of the desk, her back facing me as she rode my hard d**k. Her tight c*nt eventually coaxed one last thick load from my aching nuts, firing deep into her womb once again. She rolled onto the floor next to me, both of us looking up at the ceiling, huffing, and puffing for breath, our bodies coated with sweat. She finally lifted her head and got my attention, her nearly drunk-with-pleasure-face staring down at mine. I looked towards her just in time to see a smile cross her smooth lips.

"So..." she began, "I will see you tomorrow?"   

Colette Smith (P.O.V.)

I had just gotten a call from Callum. While it was sweet that he called because he was thinking about me, I thought it felt quite odd. Usually at this job, at this hour of the night, he does not have anything to do, so he usually lays on his office couch and plays multiple games on his phone. In between games, he would message me just to let me know what he is doing but he never calls. Callum is the type of person to text everything he wants to say because he is not confrontational, and texting is just easier for him.

Whenever he calls my phone, it almost always feels forced and awkward. Neither of us usually knows what to say unless we call each other for a specific reason and when this happens the call does not last more than three minutes. It is sad to think that we are not one of those couples who fall asleep on the phone with each other. I felt like that is one of the many things we are not comfortable with as a couple.

I usually hate phone calls, but with him, I always appreciate it because it lets me know that you are willing to give me your undivided attention away from mobile games and other social media apps. However, I refuse to tell him this because I feel like, if he were to start calling me often after that, it would not be genuine but only because I said that he should.

If a man wants to do something, he would. If you must tell him to do it, then there is no use because he is not doing it for you, but for him so that he can appear in a much brighter light. I get that sometimes it is necessary to explain yourself to your partner, but after two years of dating Callum and a year of living together, I do not think that I should have to teach him how to love me.

That is what the dating stage is for. The part where you are unofficially exclusive but it becomes an unspoken rule that neither of you should be entertaining other parties.

 I am straying from the topic.

The call.

It sounded as though there was a hidden agenda behind it. I cannot really explain the feeling, but that is what I got from that call. It was the type of call you would make when you are sneakily trying to figure out whether or not your partner is at home when they tell you that they are in bed. I felt like as though Callum really called just to check on me to see if there was anything going on and I know why. Usually when we have a big fight or anything, and it seems as though everything has been resolved, I am usually the one to be most emotionally about it. This meant that I would be depressed and down for as much as the following two day to a week, until I am over everything that has happened. This is so because I do not forgive, but I try to forget and in the process of forgetting, I find new ways to make myself feel better and bigger than the situation I am in.

When this occurs, I am usually always crying or angry at Callum. By calling me, Callum could tell whether or not I was in one of those mood because I would usually ignore his calls, answer it to tell him I am out with friends that he does not know of or simply reject the call and block him. When I am in these moods, I feel like it is the end of the wall. Maybe it is because I am heavily invested in this relationship.

I always go above and beyond for Callum because I know he can do better than me. I know there are prettier girls out there that literally throw themselves at him and because of this I know that I am in constant competition with him. I may not even be considered competition to them. They all have nice curvy bodies, with big bre*sts, round butts and they are tall with long legs. All of those attributes that I know Callum wishes I had. I have seen his exes, and I could tell that I am definitely not his type.

All of his exes were like models compared to me. I have a flat chest; a flat butt and I am short. There is nothing special about me. I am lucky to have someone like Callum. Even if that means, I have to try extra hard to make sure that he does not fall in love with anyone else. I may not be able to look the part for him just yet, but I can do all the other things, I know those girls would not do. I cook, I clean, I support his dreams and even help him achieve his goals and I make sure to never have another guy’s phone number on my phone just so that I would never end up unintentionally make Callum feel insecure about himself.

I know that he is insecure about his body, ever since he stopped going to the gym as often. His body, while still muscular, is not a big as it was before when he would bulk on calories and protein shakes. When I met Callum, I had a lot of male friends who were gym instructors, and this meant that they all looked like they were in great shape. This would always bother Callum as he would then feel inferior toward them.

I hated this and I felt like, he would want to teach me a lesson about that by talking to girls prettier than me to make me feel insecure as well…I thought that was the reason behind all of the phone numbers on his phone which belonged to other females. I figured that he wanted me to feel the same way I made him feel by being friends with those men and so, to save my feelings, I deleted every contact on my phone and removed the password from my phone as well. This would give Callum all of the access he wanted whenever he wanted it.

I just loved Callum so much, that I am willing to go above and beyond for him. I could only hope that with a baby on the way, our future would be bright and full of nothing but success and happiness.    

 Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

It was about nine o’clock at night. I wanted to go to work to avoid having someone from work, such as my manager, calling Colette to ask her about my whereabouts. However, it was too late to even consider going to work because I could only assume that they already found another officer to replace me for the night.

After Lisa and I had another round of amazing s*x, we both laid in bed together watching all of her favorite movies.

Who would have thought that the neighborhood slut and I would be lying in bed together, fully nude, watching movies together.

While we laid here in silence, just simply enjoying each other’s company, I could not help but think about Colette. I felt so bad for cheating on her, lying to her and betraying her trust. I am with Lisa for all of the wrong reasons, and I feared that in the future, all of the reasons I chose to adhere to make myself feel better about cheating on my girlfriend, would become useless and worn out in the future. This could be a moment of bliss. Just that and nothing more.

While with Colette, everything was different. She had plans for her future and not a day passes by that she does not work at it. She has reasons as to why she wants to become a better person; reasons that motivate her to keep going even when she feels drained. On days even when she feels too overwhelmed to do work, Colette does not give up; because she knows she will not produce quality work if she forces herself to get work done while she is in one of her moods, she does not waste the time and instead does something productive to occupy the now free time she made for herself.

She does all of that, while she takes care of me. I feel like a grown baby when I am around Colette, she is always ready to do something for me. I never have to beg her. In the morning when I finish work, by the time I get home, Colette has already made my breakfast, laid out my clothes on the bed for my morning shower, and she is always prepared to offer me a full body massage to help me let go of the night’s tensions. When lunch time arrives, she is quick to make me anything to eat with a little extra to take to work with snacks and drinks. I never wash my own laundry, or dishes. There would be time where Colette would even wash my hair for me, just because she wants to.

She is so unimaginably kind and sweet. I am a horrible person for treating her so badly, but I feel like I just cannot help myself.

Lisa on the other hand, may be the total opposite.

I could just tell that she would not be the type of wife to do household chores, but rather hire someone to do it for her. In comparison to Colette, while Colette would use every penny she gets to pay for school and other necessities like groceries or bills, Lisa would rather buy clothes and jewelry to decorate her gorgeous body.

I could just tell that since I am to date two women now, or different tastes, I need to have a better job. Seeing as Lisa knows more wealthy men than a bank could ever list, I think I would ask her to get me a better job with one of them. It should not be too hard.

She has these ridiculously compelling bre*sts which I am sure would make a blind man see for the first time just to have a peek of them for a second.

I turned to Lisa who is currently laying on my chest as she drew patterns across it. My arms were around her as I caressed her back.

“Hey, I was thinking. Since I would have to take care of you better now to be able to afford all of the luxuries that you surely do deserve…would you mind helping me get a better job? I am sure you know a couple corporate men who you would be able to convince to get me a high ranking position without many qualifications.” I inquired and I felt as her laughter vibrated across my chest.

“Sure baby, anything for you. As a matter of fact. Let us sort that out right now.”

Lisa got off the bed and walked over to the desk and picked up her phone. Although it was late at night, that factor did not seem to faze her one bit. I laid on the bed in silence as I watched her in play. 

“Hello. Jonathon. This is Lisa Warden…your worst nightmare and your greatest lover. I want you to do me a favor.” Lisa said and smirked as if already knowing the outcome to her upcoming scheme.

“Uh huh…well you see my dearest Johnny; I do not think you have a say in the matter. I could bring down your entire company, ruin your marriage, maybe get you sued among many other things. You and I both know how and why that is possible. This what I can do for you to sweeten the deal…sort of like more incentive for you to say yes. Do this for me and I will let you have one last peek at my huge, beautiful, sexy breasts.” Lisa said before she winked at me.

I felt a little uncomfortable, witnessing her be in her prime with other men, but I could not help but also think, just how sexy it was. Lisa is desired by so many other men, yet she chose me.

I felt proud of my accomplishment.

“I want you to fire Dominic Hale, the human resources manager, and hire Callum Johnson instead… that will be perfect. Bye, bye now.”

With that she ended the call and turned to me with a bright smile on her face.

“What?” I asked, feigning ignorance, but I already know she was successful.

“You are now the human resources manager of the biggest law firm in New York! Congratulations honey! And the best part of this is that the guy who just got fired, was my boss, which means…I am not working for you. I will be your sexy secretary twenty-four-seven!!” Lisa exclaimed excitedly.

I was stunned.

How did I just go from making four figures a month to potentially making five to six figures a month?

Lisa is truly a one a kind. 

“I will be right back baby.” Lisa said before she pecked me on the lips and disappeared downstairs.

As soon as she disappeared behind the closed door, I pulled out my phone to text Colette.

Guess what? I got a new job as a human resources manager at the biggest law firm in New York!!!!!

As I sent the message, I began to gnaw on my fingernails in anticipation to what Colette would say. Would she find it odd that I suddenly have a new job?

I could never know with this girl.

Congratulations!!! Wait…when did you even apply for a new job?

I smiled brightly at the response I got from Colette.

I applied for it a few months ago. I did not want to say anything because I was not sure I would get it, considering I do not have the qualifications for it, but someone put in a good word for me and now I have it. I cannot stay long on the phone though…I am doing my rounds now around the station.

I sent the last message and locked my phone, in time to see Lisa appearing with a plate of snacks in her hand. I'm so lucky.