Mother's Obsession

The Art of Seduction and Drugs Pt. 1

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

I walked into Lisa’s house cautiously. I did not trust this woman at all. She is crazy in every language. This was actually my first time being in her house and I must say, she exaggerated her poverty situation a lot. The house looked nicer than Colette’s by far which begs me to question how Lisa even affords any of this because she does not have a job. She is always comparing her life to Colette’s, claiming that she does not have anything, not even a bed to sleep on, no electricity, no running water…the whole nine yards. Yet, I enter her home, there is a flat-screen television mounted onto her wall, from the looks of things it seems as though the entire house has air condition, and it is well furnished. Lisa even has an Xbox for crying out loud.

This is a new definition of being modest.

“Welcome to my humble abode. Please, have a seat anywhere you like. You look hot and sweaty; would you like anything to drink?” Lisa asked and I narrowed my eyes at her.

I was rather thirsty but there is no way that I am drinking anything here. I really did not trust her. Like, at all.

“Sure, can I have a bottle of water please?” I requested.

A bottle of water is safe. I am sure of it. As long as the seal is not cracked, then I know I would be safe. As she left to go into the kitchen to fetch me some water to drink, I leaned back onto the couch and enjoyed the cool air that the air condition unit provided throughout the house.

Lisa’s house provided more comfort than Colette’s place for sure. If only she was not so delusional and crack in the head, then I would have considered hanging out here a lot more often.

I looked around the house from where I sat and found it strange that Lisa did not have any photos anywhere. I mean, she has a daughter, yet there were no pictures of her anywhere in the house. That is so odd. Then again, so is Lisa so there is no questioning her there.

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

I walked into the kitchen, releasing the smirk that had been begging to appear on my face. This was all just a little bit too easy. After Callum and I slept together and I realized just how much we were meant to be, I regretted not documenting it so that he could have something to remember how well we fit together. I always had a thing for documenting first times and this time I am going to do it the right way. He is already at my house, we are away from Colette, what more can I possibly ask for.

I opened the refrigerator and retrieved a small bottle of water for Callum. I had bigger sizes, but I needed a smaller size to successfully do what I had in store for Callum. I reached up into the pantry and pulled out a box of syringes with needles. I then found the small bottle of Gamma-hydroxybutyrate, I filled the syringe with the liquid and added the needle at the tip.

I know Callum would be looking out for a bottle of water with an uncracked seal, so I just had to inject the liquid through the cap. It would only produce a tiny hole which meant that even if he does not drink all of the water, there is no way the water would visibly leak out.

Gamma-hydroxybutyrate or GHB is a central nervous system depressant. Gamma-hydroxybutyrate is a clear, odorless liquid that looks like water and so can be added to a beverage without the person knowing it. Gamma-hydroxybutyrate is also known as liquid ecstasy. At low doses, the drug relaxes the person. The person feels intoxicated, has more energy, feels happy, and is talkative. Other effects may include feeling affectionate and playful; mild loss of inhibition; increased sensuality; enhanced s****l feelings.

I only chose to give this to Callum to help him relax. I know that he is worried about Colette, but he needed to let her go. I am going to help him see that we are meant to be together. I can make him feel so good, that he would not want to leave. I needed to help him get there. It is important for him to realize that we created magic that night in the bedroom and we do not have to stop. Whether or not he is with Colette, I can still be there for him. There is no need to worry about Colette because she will never find out. 

When I got done injecting the drug into the water, I shook the bottle exited the kitchen. I gave the bottle of water to Callum and took a seat beside him on the couch. He immediately scooted away from me, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his ridiculous behavior.

After inspecting the bottle, he cracked it open and immediately chugged its contents. When he finished the entire bottle, I smiled in content.

Perfect.

“Sorry, I did not have bigger bottles. I usually buy these bottles of water for my daughter and it is easier for her to handle the smaller bottles because it is not like she will drink a lot of water either.” I said and chuckled lightly.

“Thank you for the water. Now about his thing…” Callum said and trailed off.

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

I waited for her to say something…anything. I expected her to retract every little indication she had in her to try to continue the affair but all she did was sit there and smile. She sighed and looked down at her fingers as she began to toy with them. Did she just try to switch up on me? I could tell that she is currently desperately trying to play innocent.

I rolled my eyes and sat up straight.

“Okay listen…” I started.

Lisa looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

What the f*ck?

“What is up with you now?” I asked her in pure annoyance.

“I-I just think that you hate me now. I have had a crush on you for like the longest time now and we finally got to be together. I really felt something that night when we were together, and I feel like we were meant to be together. I do not want to hurt Colette, but she has had more luck than me when it comes to finding someone to love her all while I am alone all of the time and literally begging others to spend time with me.”

I sighed heavily at this. She is way more delusional than I originally thought of before.

“What you felt that night was my d**k inside of you. Nothing else. You need to stop this; we will never be together, nor do I want to be with you. I love Colette and I know you really could not care less because you are being incredibly toxic and selfish. I think there is something you should know as well. Colette is pregnant with my kid; we have no room in our relationship for a third party or drama. We have to focus on the family we are currently building, and I do not want to come between that. You should know all too well what it is like to raise a child in a broken home. I do not want to raise my child and be separated from Colette. I never had the luxury of growing up in a home with two parents who were very much in love. If I get the chance to provide that for my child, then I would do whatever it takes to make sure that happens. Nothing is going to get between Colette and me. Nothing. I need you to do us both a favor and stop whatever it is you think you are doing. You will not come out victorious in the end. I can assure you of that. Especially now that there is a kid involved.” I took a deep breath after my little sermon and looked at Lisa as to read her emotions.

She looked as though she was in deep thought.

“Colette’s pregnant…hmm. Well, that really does not change anything and I say that with my chest. I want you and I am going to have you. You may not be able to see it now because you are blinded by Colette using her pregnancy to trap you into a relationship that you really do not want at the moment, but I know to myself that you want to be with me. Why else would you come into my house to have this chat with me? It is the twenty-first century my guy, you could have just texted me or called me on the phone. You did not have to make an excuse to come inside of my house to talk. If you wanted to just spend time with me, all you had to do was ask. I would be happy to hang out with you any time you want. I would do anything for you.”

I facepalmed myself hard out of frustration. There is really no way to make her understand that I do not want to be with her, so I give up. I would just have to keep my ears and eyes open whenever she is around to make sure she never opens that big mouth of hers and rat me out to Colette.

I stood up from the couch and tried to make my way to the front door to leave. However, before I could take a step forward, my world began to spin, and my vision became blurry. I immediately sat down just in case I was about to pass out.

“Wow, are you okay baby?” I heard Lisa ask but she sounded as if she was far away from me.

I felt woozy and totally out of it. I could not comprehend anything at the moment. I could feel my eyes darting across the room frantically. I slowly found myself drifting away but I slapped my face in an attempt to stay awake. What the hell is happening to me.

“Come here, baby. You need to lay down.” I heard her say again.

I felt my body being dragged but I could not comprehend what was going on. I felt my body flop to the floor with a loud thud as I was then proceeded to be dragged. I could hear Lisa grunting as she dragged my heavy body. I wanted to resist; I want to shout for her to stop but my body felt so weak I could not fight her.

I guess we were in her bedroom now because I felt my body being lifted and placed on a soft object which I would assume would be the bed. After she successfully got me onto the bed, I felt Lisa remove my steel tip boots off my feet. I felt the bed dip beside me which meant that she was on the bed now. I closed my eyes for a second because the room was spinning and I knew that if I got dizzy right now, I would probably throw up.

While my eyes remained closed, I felt my jacket being taken off. It did not have buttons but snaps, so it was easy to take off quickly. After my jacket was taken off, the t-shirt was then torn…either torn or cut with a pair of scissors because I barely felt little to no strain while it was being torn. Soon, my upper body was completely bare and open to the environment. I kept trying my hardest to move or open my eyes, but it felt so heavy that I just could not help but keep them closed.

What is actually going on right now?  

I tried my hardest to get up from the bed, but I could not. There was suddenly a heavyweight on my torso, disabling me from moving even the slightest. Soon after, I felt the zipper on my pants being opened and a hand force its way into my boxers. I felt fingers wrap around my d**k and it was then pulled out of its resting place.

I felt the cool air hit my d**k as warm fingers caressed the tip of my p*nis. My p*nis was becoming hardened as the unwanted guest continued to stroke me. It did not take long before I felt a warm, but wet substance cover my shaft and began to suck on it.

It was a mouth.

Lisa f*cking Warden was sucking my d**k. I tried to get her off me but the incoherent state I was in did not allow me to. I was forced to stay still on the bed as she took advantage of me. An unwarranted groan escaped my throat as Lisa continued to deepthroat my d**k to the best of her ability. I could feel the tip of my p*nis hit the back of her throat. Every time she would gag, I could feel the drool forming in her mouth as the surface area of her weapon got even sloppier. At some point, all that could be heard throughout the room was Lisa’s slurping.

Abruptly, the sucking stopped, and Lisa climbed off my body. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around the room for her. I saw her standing in front of the bed simply staring at my naked, defiled body.

“Let me go Lisa. I am serious. This is not funny anymore. You need some serious psychological help.” I stated in fright.

 Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

I stood in front of the bed and admired Callum’s naked body as he laid helplessly on the bed. He looked so delicious. I felt proud that he chose to leave Colette for me. It is all that I ever wanted. I know that he may regret it or have doubts about his love for me, but today I plan to make him see just how much I am in love with him. After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me.

My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about him. I could not stop wondering why it was that this guy, just did it for me in the worst way. It reached the point where every time I was hooking up with a guy, it was Callum I imagined in his place.

It was madness.

Pure madness.

I never liked the good guys. They were always just so unbelievably dull, but Callum stood out. I hated him, and I hated that I lusted for him. My feelings were certainly passionate, one way or another, but I had to figure out which way I truly felt. I had to get to the bottom of my feelings for him, for my own personal sanity. Either I had completely misjudged my own s****l desires, or I had misjudged Callum.

No…no.

I was right about him.

I was positive my assumptions about him were true.

I became convinced that there was an animal inside Callum, bursting to get out. Something wild that is hidden behind his perfectly ironed security uniforms, and I was the only one that could see it.

That was the conclusion I had come to.

That his whole act, this whole person he portrayed himself as I figured it was total bullsh*t. I do not think he is even aware of the bullsh*t he spews. I think that Callum is really under the impression that he is a good guy. I had to get to the bottom of this fascination I had with him, I had to prove him wrong; I had to prove that, behind that nice guy charm and amiable personality, there was a swaggering, cursing s*x-God, ready to be brought to the surface. All men had that side of them. Some men acted like they did not, as some of them would act holier than thou, but in the end, they all come crawling, and he was no different. That was the only possible explanation as to why I could not stop thinking about him. There was something about him that I was latching onto - that I was responding to, and that just had to be it. If that was not the case, if Callum was as good as he seemed to be, then I had no idea what was going on in me. I would have no explanation about why he pushed all my buttons.

It all had to come to a head at some point. It had to and it would, right now, in this bedroom.

 This weird s****l tension between Callum and I, had dragged on long enough. I could not take it anymore. He annoyed me so f*cking much, but I wanted to be with him. I wanted him badly. I could not think straight around him anymore. No man had ever made me act this way. It was not love, or anything like that. No, it was just...when I was around him, seeing his smile, smelling his natural scent... he made my body shiver. I had never wanted to spread my legs for any guy more than I did for him.   

He was so wrong for me. He was the good guy, Mr. Perfect, the apple of his mother's eye, who spent his free time helping others. I was the neighborhood skank, a girl others looked down upon, who spends most of her free time taking excessive amounts of d**k and complaining to others about her life for pity.

I am convinced that deep down inside, Callum liked me. Through my interactions with him, he never looked down on me for my slutty behavior. He always treated me fairly even when others did not. He never judged me for my choices. He gave me that same charming smile he gave to everyone else.

It seems as if perfect Callum Johnson had a soft spot in his heart for the neighborhood slut.

I planned to exploit that bit of kindness. Tear him apart, draw out the beast in him, and bring it to the surface. I will make him f*ck me. I will command it, and like the good guy he is, he will comply. I plan to convince him, logically, that he had no choice but to do me, to get balls deep into the neighborhood slut, and once he did, his heart would be in the palm of my hand, as would his heavy, swollen balls.

I am going to use his words against him. I will use everything he ever stated he wants in a woman as a weapon, a step-by-step guide on how I would convince him to f*ck me. I had it all planned out and ready to go.

I will make him mine. I will shatter the glass ceiling and convince the neighborhood good guy to make the neighborhood slut his girlfriend, after he leaves his current one. I have to prove to everyone just how right I am about perfect Callum Johnson. I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy his perfect image. I wanted to deface the piece of art that was his charmed life. The thought of doing that, of exposing the truth behind his act... it was intoxicating. I would corrupt the neighborhood saint and bring him down to my level. The thought of Colette seeing this anointed symbol of all that is good and true fall victim to the neighborhood slut, made me dripping wet.

Callum will be mine.

When Colette called me and told me that Callum was on his way over to my house, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to put my plan into action. I immediately showered and as I checked myself out in the mirror, I crossed off the list of things I needed to prepare myself for him in my head.

My make-up. Perfect.

My lips, plump and juicy. Check.

Lipstick, subtle but sexy. Check.

Eyebrows plucked. Check.

Mani-pedi...fresh. Check.

My tan... immaculate. Check.

My skirt...slim and tight. Check.

My high heels...sexy. Check.

My bra, extra jiggly. Check.

Cleavage, exposed. Check.

My thong...tiny. Check.

My lady bits... waxed. Check.

My butt... bleached and ready. Check.

The Gamma Hydroxybutyrate was in the back pocket of the shorts I currently, alongside an extra syringe with a needle which already contained another dose of the Gamma Hydroxybutyrate. I needed to make sure his guard remains down, for what I have in store for him. It was the key component to ensure that my guide to seducing Callum Johnson is a success. All of my hard work depends on this drug.

I was going all in. In twelve hours, I would either be Callum’s new girlfriend, or his mistress. There was no in-between. In twelve hours, I would either be emptying a drawer to fill some of Callum’s clothes in my dresser, or be filled with Callum Johnson’s hot thick c*m. In my head, there were not any doubts. I was confident my plan would work. Callum will be mine. That d**k will be mine and he did not even see me coming.

While Callum laid helpless on my bed, I turned around to look at my reflection in the mirror and blew myself a little kiss.

"Let us get to work."

Callum Johnson (P.O.V)

The fact that Lisa is taking things this far was a bit of a surprise, for a number of reasons. Looking at her, quite frankly, she could not compare to Colette, at least not in a mental and emotional manner. Her body may be impressive, but her intelligence and personality were both a big joke. She is so delusional; it makes me wonder if anyone has ever told her no in her life and honestly, I did not really even think she liked me that much. Her attitude towards me was icy at best and most importantly, and most pressingly, she had a bit of reputation that followed her.

To put it lightly, she had a reputation for sleeping around. It was alleged that that is how she had acquired the materialistic things she currently has in her possession. Things that cost more than her nonexistent job, lack of education and lifestyle would imply. I made it a point to not give life to any rumors, to be my own judge of people, but the evidence seemed pretty overwhelming. She certainly acted the part. Her attitude, her tone, the way she dressed, it all supported the story. I had once heard her described as being 'nasty hot', and while I certainly never looked at her that way, I could see the point. Lisa was very attractive, but in a way that you could just tell she was not exactly the purest of women. She was attractive, with an impressive body but she dressed in a manner to support these rumors. As much as I hated to give life to those nasty rumors, the story seemed to check out.

In a sense, it did not really matter what I thought. Colette seemed to believe the story, and while it had never been explicitly said, it was heavily implied that a woman of Lisa's reputation would never be allowed to become an official friend of Colette and me. As a matter of fact, Colette would be happy to have her just be gone, but she did not have any grounds to get rid of her. So, while this job may be entirely up to me as I am the bluntest in the relationship, I could feel the pressure on my shoulders to not have Lisa around.

Not that she would be around for much longer anyway. I try to be as open-minded as possible, but with Lisa, there was just no way around allowing her to be around Colette and I once the baby gets here. To add to that, Colette and I wanted friends with goals and dreams in life, people who could add value to our lives and not just take away from it. Lisa is the type, as explained before, to complain about her life to gain pity and sympathy from everyone around her. When she is given an opportunity to turn her life around or solutions to her problems, she comes up with even more excuses not to. She is the type of person who would refuse to help themselves because they expect everyone to give them charity just because they come with a sob story. I took pride in the type of people Colette, and I are. The morals and values we live by and the image we portray to the public because it is true to who we really are as individuals.

I did not feel the need to use any dirty business strategies or underhanded tactics to get things done. Sure, some of those bad things may give you a short term benefit, but in the long term, the house of cards constructed by bad business would collapse. I was positive of that. The people who did business that way never thought of the long term implications of their actions.

I would have been happy to give Lisa a chance to be a part of our circle, but she would have to plead a pretty convincing case for her to have a shot, especially now, after all that she has done to ruin my relationship with Colette. I had never spoken to her before on a one-on-one basis, so I did not know exactly what to expect from her or what she was capable of, but if she wanted this to be friends with Colette and I, she would have to earn it.

As I laid on the bed, helpless to whatever Lisa had planned to do to me, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. I stopped thinking about Lisa, about the future, and decided to just take in things for a few moments. I was regretting my decisions in life, and how I had gotten here. I was raised by humble middle-class parents who instilled good values in me. I worked hard, put in years of hard work and now I am here. Drugged by a woman I cheated on my girlfriend with, on her bed and potentially about to die. I have the world’s greatest girlfriend who is pregnant with my baby, who has put the utmost amount of trust, faith, and support in me, and all I had to show for it, is possibly getting killed by a deranged woman who seems to cannot forget about me.

I could see my reflection in the mirror, my hair tousled into a mess, my clothes torn and strewn all over the bed and my limp d**k just on display for Lisa. I looked at my own face in the mirror and wished that I had the strength to reach up and slap myself on my cheek. How could I have been so stupid to risk everything I had been blessed with, for one night of pure bliss. 

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

Everything in my room is currently there for practicality. Some people liked to have fancy trinkets or impressive tech, but I simply wanted stuff that worked, that made my life easier. I had a bed with multiple posts which would let me add handcuffs or restraints to it. I, of course, do not have any intentions of keeping Callum on my bed against his will in the future but the idea of some kinky fun play is a great idea. I had always been a bit of a messy person, so I had a few pieces of clothes strewn all over my room, but I knew where everything was. My room was made of a dark, heavy color which appeared to be almost black at first glance, and although at first, I thought it was a bit much, I had to eventually admit that it was pretty cool. It really cemented my role as a mistress in my own mind, and it really cemented that I would be successful in getting Callum to be my own one day. This is the type of room that a dominant female would have for herself. It was great.

I did not have too many creature comforts or personal items. I had a couch along the side wall for when I was hosting some people or when I just needed to relax for a few minutes. I would always opt to relax for a short while on the couch and not the bed because I did not want to fall asleep. I did have a flat-screen television set which is barely used.