Mother's Obsession

Auditioning for the Girlfriend Position Pt. 2

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Colette was not that type of girl to dress up under her clothes with fancy or revealing underwear. All of it was full-coverage, covering her butt. Some of it was more practical, stuff she wore to classes, simple, utilitarian undergarments. She did have some more sexy stuff, a few lace bras and panties, some sexy nighties and camisoles, stuff like that. But, looking at all of this laid out like this, I suppose I could see the argument she was making. I suppose one could say this stuff was a bit on the plain side, but I was never one to complain.

 "Now, here is a real woman's underwear."

Lisa changed the slide, and my eyes widened. The same shot she had taken of my girlfriend's underwear strewn across my bed was replicated, no doubt on her own bed. And while my bed was a classy soft beige color, this bed was black satin and an expensive looking red sheet. The contrast was striking. It was clear my bed was designed to hold a happy, content couple, and Lisa's... her bed was used for fun. On the bed were tiny bits of fabric, thin and lacy and all different colors. The last things these garments were designed for was practicality. They were designed to highlight the wearer. I could not help but take in all the bras and thongs and G-strings on the bed. Did thongs really come that small? And some of the stuff there, I had no idea how a person could wear it.

"This is the contents of my underwear drawer, but honestly, most modern sluts nowadays would have similar things. A girl has to be committed to looking hot 24/7, because for women like me, s*x can happen at any time. Like last weekend, I was at this restaurant with some friends, and this guy, while sitting next to his girlfriend and kids, could not take his eyes off my bre*sts. I mean, yeah, I admit, the top I was wearing made me look like a total slut, but this was a married man. He should know better, right?" she said, giving me a knowing smirk.

"I give him the look and the nod, and while his girlfriend cleaned up after the rug rats, mister nice, married man was railing my tight c*nt in the bathroom. So that was nice. And then, oh yeah, like, the week before, me and some of my friends were at the bar, and my friend's older sister was just drinking me in with her eyes all f*cking night. And this chick was, like, the hottest lesbian I had ever seen. I do not think my friend knew her older sister was into chicks, and, who knows, maybe she was not, and my hot body was enough to make her switch teams, but I could tell immediately she wanted a piece of my ass. That whole night, she had her hands all over me. When no one could see, she had her hand on my ass, squeezing it like she could not get enough. She slid her hand down my skirt, fingering me, keeping me dripping wet all f*cking night. And whenever she could, she would find some excuse to put her hands on my big  bre*sts. I did not have to do anything; my hot body was enough to make this super-hot chick just f*cking drool over me. When she offered to give me a ride home, I knew exactly what the ride would entail. Needless to say, minutes later, me and her were in the backseat, pulled over in some parking lot somewhere. She had pulled my thong to the side, and she was rimming my a*s. And when she got at my pu**y... God, that girl made me gush," she trailed off in a warm silence, letting that heated scene linger, slyly popping undone another button on her top.

I did not know what to say to that. I mean, yeah, it sounded like a very, uh... sexually charged scene, but I could not let that affect me. I could not let my mind go down that road.

"So, you see, for a chick like me, with a body like mine, s*x can happen at any time, with anyone. I am the type of girl that guys throw their vows away for. I am the type of girl that women get hot for, no matter how much they f*cking hate me. And also note, that even though I will be your girlfriend or your wh*re, that appeal will not go away. Guys will be jealous that you have this hot piece of a*s as your girlfriend, and they will respect the fact that you have locked this down. And other chicks, they will want a piece of the pie. They will want a piece of you, or a piece of me. So, cuffing me is not going to just be bringing me into your bed. It is bringing all sorts of dirty sluts in there too. I am your ticket to a future full of filthy s*x. Does that not sound exciting?" she asked with a wide smile, her top now undone to the point of showing off part of her fit belly.

Her excitement was clearly one-sided.

"This is what a man like you needs from a woman," she stated. "Booty. Copious amounts of top-shelf a*s. These are things I can provide that no one else can. This is what being a good girlfriend entails."

"Colette...she is a great girlfriend" I pointed out. "She is someone who did the type of work I respect. She did the type of work that gets you places." This argument did not affect her.

In fact, it made her smile in such a smug manner that it made a bolt of concern shoot through me.

"Do you really want to know why your good friend Kyrese left?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye.

"He got a job offer at a good company who recognized his good work, and he took it," I said, confused as to what she was leading to.

She rolled her eyes at my response.

"Kyrese left because I f*cked his brains out at the neighborhood cookout, and after he confessed to his girlfriend, like an i***t, she made him vow to move across the country, away from me so you cannot hold him up as this paragon of virtue, because he was just like all the rest, just wanting a piece of Lisa Warden's a*s," she replied smugly, making sure to point her butt at me as she did so.

I was floored by this. I remembered his wedding day quite well. He loved his girlfriend so much, and she loved him. There was no way he cheated on her. No way.

"That is... That is not true, he... he... he is married, and his girlfriend..." I stammered, completely caught off guard.

She turned her back to me and...

SMACK!

My stuttering was interrupted by Lisa smacking her own a*s crisply, and the bouncing of her firm a*s-cheek stole my attention, and the words from my mouth.

"None of that mattered compared to this," she said, proudly shaking her a*s at me. She turned back to face me.

"And these..." she said, cupping her hands under her huge bre*sts

"His new job pays, like, way less than the one he had before, has way less benefits, and less room to move up. All because his pathetic f*cking guilt prevented him from keeping his mouth shut. Eh, it is not that big a deal for me, anyway. He was not that good of a f*ck."

I shook my head, not believing this. I knew Kyrese, he would never cheat on his girlfriend... right?

"No, no, he left because he got a good job offer, a better position," I began.

"Callum, he lied to you to save face. His new job is much worse, trust me." She approached the bed slowly, confidently.

"Everyone lets you down in the end, Callum. All these perfect people have their sins. Have their dark sides. You are no different. All those life lessons you taught him fell aside when he was in close proximity to these  bre*sts," she said, shaking her bre*sts, again using her body to lure my reluctant gaze.

I pulled my attention away, shaking my head, hoping she was lying, but deep down having a nagging suspicion that she might be telling the truth.

At this point, I wanted nothing more than to extricate myself from this incredibly awkward situation, but I knew deep down, if I tried to simply ask her to let me go or try to leave, she would take this whole thing to another level. This Kyrese thing, it had wounded me, and I feared what other secrets she could bust out if I kept trying to push her away. Unfortunately, the safest play might just be to let this play out and keep everything at a level I could handle.

I tried not to think about why I kept letting this circus continue, why I was finding reasons to not just scream for help. Why I kept letting Lisa stay into my life and keep going with this brazen seduction. For some reason, maybe it is because I was still in shock over the Kyrese thing, I did not try to stop her here. I just let her continue.

She gestured at the screen, forcing my attention back to her presentation. Back to her bed, covered with her thin, lacy underthings. For some reason, this one red thong caught my attention. It was tiny, and lacy, with just enough material to cover her nether regions, but gosh, I just do not see how it could cover anything. The thong was so small, and the lace was so thin... even if it covered her, you would no doubt be able to see EVERYTHING. I bet she looked amazing wearing some of those. They would really highlight her many curves. And the little red strings of the thong were so tiny... the middle string would just disappear between her... no, NO. Stop thinking about this stuff, I told myself. I shook myself out of my revere, hoping she did not notice my momentary interest in her underwear. She did not hesitate, ready to continue her presentation.

"This is my resume, Callum. This is the clearest illustration of my many talents. This picture is the plainest argument I can possibly make about why I belong in your world as your plaything."

I did not even try to understand her logic. I was silent and I just let her continue.

"But as we all know, great clothing is only as great as the person who wears them. So..." She clicked forward to the next slide, and what appeared there really shocked me.

It was pictures of my girlfriend in her underwear.

"What the hell?" I asked, unable to contain my shock.

She simply smiled that Cheshire cat grin of hers, filling me with anger. There were two pictures of Colette, one from the front and one from the back. They appeared to be taken from the bathroom she used, after her shower.

"How did you get this?" I asked.

"I did my research," she replied calmly.

"When I was in your house, I was pretty busy. It is not too complicated to put a spy cam in your girlfriend's bathroom. I just hid it in there, went back the next day when no one was around to pick it up."

"Wait, how did you get in?" I asked, the first of a million questions I had.

"I took a set of keys, silly," she replied, as if the answer was obvious.

"You have keys to my house!?" I asked, incredulous.

"Well, if I am going to be your wh*re I need full access to every aspect of your life. Your house, your car, your bank accounts, everything," she replied, n*****s throbbing underneath her top.

I was too shocked to form a reply, so she used the silence to continue.

"But do not worry, I did not take any naked pictures of you. I wanted to save my prize for when I had earned it," Lisa stated. "That moment when you willingly unzip your pants and scoop out that fat, rock-hard taken d**k for me... that moment is too delicious to waste." She paused, her finger grazing over her protruding n****e, clearly enjoying these thoughts. I did not know what to say, and my eyes slid back to the pictures of my girlfriend.

"So, in my computer, I labeled these pictures 'The Disaster Zone', for obvious reasons," she began.

"I mean, just look at this."

In the pictures, it seemed like my girlfriend was getting ready for the day in the bathroom. She wore a plain, gray cotton bra and panties, nothing too fancy, but certainly economical and practical. She would wear this to school, but it was not like this would be the type of thing she would wear for me in the bedroom. She did have some slightly fancier stuff. Nothing like those ridiculous thongs that Lisa seemed to prefer, but stuff that was, you know... nice.

"This stuff is just disgusting!" Lisa stated.

"I mean, she is wearing unflattering underwear on a really unimpressive body. She is literally curveless! Her butt is flat and dull and gross, and just look, her panties are just big and bulky and baggy, hanging off her nasty ass."

The picture certainly was not flattering to my girlfriend. I could immediately tell that where the camera was hidden, in a plant on top of the cupboard. It was pointed at my girlfriend as she looked in the mirror. She was brushing her teeth, standing in front of the mirror as she got cleaned up. The material of the cotton panties sagged a bit around her butt, not hugging her body. Some would call these 'granny panties', but I was not the type of guy to be bothered by this type of thing.

"And then, look at her bra! Ugh!" Lisa spat out.

I looked at the other picture, of Colette facing the camera, putting her bra-covered chest on display.

My girlfriend was not overly busty or anything like that. Her bre*sts were petite, but again, I was not the type of guy to be bothered by this type of thing. The bra covered most of her bre*sts, containing her small bre*sts. The gray garment was practical, not built to impress.

"Your girlfriend has itty bitty bre*sts and they STILL sag!" Lisa remarked.

My girlfriend was not completely flat, I mean, she certainly had boobs, but they were not exactly perky and fleshy. They were not bad. They were enough for me but to Lisa, anything less than perky, fat, fleshy EE's were a disappointment.

"Your girlfriend has these sad little mosquito bites. I mean, it is as if her body did not even try and she does herself no favors with that cheap bra."

"She is a college student! Why would she dress up?" I asked, angry.

"No excuse." Lisa affirmed.

"I was wearing a G-string at my niece's baptism, and I ended up making out with the f*cking priest."

I shook my head at how off-hand she made this boast.

"Some women are willing to go the extra-mile at every minute of the day, and some women, like Colette, only try when they have to. A girl always has to be ready, because when those moments come, you have to be ready. That is the kind of devotion you can expect from me. The only time a thong would not be nestled between my butt-cheeks is when you rip it off of me." She paused for a moment, letting that sink in.

"Now, let me show you something that I think you need to see." Lisa said, pausing, smirking slightly before clicking the presentation forward.

The pictures on the screen were replaced by ones of Lisa, in the same bathroom, wearing the same underwear.

The picture on the right showed off Lisa in my girlfriend's bra, standing in front of my girlfriend's mirror, making a kissy face as she took a selfie. But, where it covered most of Colette's bre*sts, it struggled to contain Lisa's prodigious jugs. They jutted out, straining the material, the flesh overflowing the material. This was a garment meant to be practical, but Lisa somehow made it look indecent.

The other picture was a picture of Lisa's butt and, where the cotton material hung off my girlfriend's butt, the material clung to Lisa's round, jutting ass. The firm cheeks were seemingly bursting to escape the undergarment, parts of the bottom of them bared in the picture, as the material was seemingly sucked between them. This garment covered Colette's butt and nothing more, but it showcased Lisa's rear end.

"What the..." I began.

"I know. I could not help myself." Lisa said.

"It was tough to force those disgusting things onto my body, but I had to prove the point. Even in plain, ugly, cheap clothes, I still look awesome. I can look sexy without even trying. Your girlfriend can barely pass as sexy when she is trying. But, although I look good, even in your girlfriend's cheap underwear, my body is not really being showcased. Now, let me show you a picture of a woman who puts in the effort. Let me show you works every day to look good. A woman who can work a full-time job and still look sexy." She advanced the presentation, and the two pictures were replaced with one.

My breath caught in my throat.

I was now staring at a picture Lisa's thong-clad a*s.

It was framed perfectly in the center of the picture, clearly taken in my girlfriend's bathroom. It was evident that she took her time with this image, making sure her butt was being shown off perfectly. And it was. The cheeks were firm and round, standing out clearly from her slim body. Each of them were just perfectly shaped, round, and smooth and firm. Her skin was evenly tanned, the smooth, silky flesh of her ass making it look even better. The creases between her a*s and her legs were almost artfully smooth. The way her butt emerged from her lean, tight back really highlighted its lusciousness. And the way the two cheeks curved inward where they pressed together, forming the cleft of her a*s-crack, was just visually striking.

Her firm a*s-cheeks were round and full enough to engulf the string of her miniscule thong in her deep a*s-crack, the tiny material disappearing between the fleshy mounds. The thin black, lacy thong showcased her mouthwatering rear-end perfectly, framing it, showcasing its shape. The thin material dug in slightly into her smooth flesh lightly, the small straps of the tiny thong drawn tightly against her body. The straps hugged the upper edge of her butt cheeks, meeting at the triangle of material at the cleft of her a*s-crack. And above the thong was her tramp stamp, a tattoo of some green, thorny vines, roses bursting out from it. The tattoo not out of place on the image she was presenting.

"Look at that a*s," Lisa gasped quietly from my right, startling me as she stood over the side of the bed, closer than I thought she was.

"It is amazing, is it not? That, right there, is a corporate a*s. That is the kind of a*s that is built for a man like you. That butt is meant to be in tiny skirts. All good men have a butt like that stashed away somewhere."

My vision was arrested. It was an amazing a*s, I could not deny that. And judging by her posture and the way I had seen the firm cheeks bounce and jiggle, she knew exactly how to use it to her advantage. She knew how to make a man crawl behind her, looking for a glimpse. I am positive she had used it to her advantage in the neighborhood, distracting some hard working man as he tried to do his job as a good husband, making it a point to strut by his house, stealing his attention, his gaze. He would try to look away and focus on his wife, or his girlfriend back home, but he would not be able to stop thinking about those round cheeks, watching them jiggle. The sight would be so sexy he would be drooling. He would become obsessed with that a*s, not being able to think about anything else until he just had to see it. And when he came crawling, he would offer up anything to see it. And when he did, and he experienced everything that butt could do first-hand, he would be broken forever. He would not be the same man again. He would be corrupted, both professionally and personally. And in this fantasy, I could not help but think that this man... was me.

No... no, NO! Callum, stop it! You are not one of these guys! Quit it!

Only after studying every inch of her rear end for a few silent moments did, I realize what I was doing. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the image that was now burned onto my retinas. I looked at her, only seeing a small smirk pass across her plump lips. She walked away from the bed, shaking her butt as she walked, highlighting the rump hidden beneath the tight, molded skirt. She kept her butt facing me, smoothing down her skirt over it as she continued. God, I would love to see it bare... no. STOP!

My brain was in chaos. All rational thought told me how wrong I was for gawking, but she was not speaking to my rational mind. She was speaking to my male instincts. The deep part of my brain that was controlled by pure lust. And that side of me... it was loving what it was seeing. I just had to control myself, stamp it out, not let myself get lost like so many already had before.

"This is what it looks like when a woman combines her natural gifts with hard work. An a*s like this should be treated like the work of art it is. This a*s should be a showcase to the type of dedication I will bring to this position," she affirmed. 

"It has many admirers, many satisfied customers, but if you cuff me, you gain excusive ownership of Lisa Warden's juicy booty. You can do anything you would like to it. You can spank it, you can squeeze it, you can f*ck it, you can eat it..."

"Eat it...?" I repeated, the mere thought of it sounding foreign to me.

"Yes, I have been told that my a**hole is quite tasty," she responded deftly, not acknowledging my discomfort before continuing. "So, I mean, you would really be a fool to let an a*s like mine get away."

"But I am more than just a hot a*s. A lot more, cause I have got it going on everywhere, as I am sure you have noticed." She advanced the slides on her presentation.

The next picture showed a picture of her legs, encased in some smooth, black stockings.

"I have some amazing, long legs. So, firm... so sexy... I bet all you are thinking about is feeling them wrapped around you," she boasted, raising her eyebrow.

I was holding myself in check, not letting my brain get carried away. I was not giving her any reaction at this point, my anger and embarrassment almost ready to boil over. I just held her gaze, and my obvious annoyance caused her to smile. She advanced the slide, showing off those long, firm legs spread apart lewdly, as she sat on the edge of what was clearly my bed, another one of the things she did after sneaking in. This picture highlighted the black lace thong barely covering her nether-regions.

"I am not going to lie... I have, like, the best c*nt. It is amazing! It is so small, and cute, and always shaved. And you know, despite the fact that I am the neighborhood skank, my pu**y is still, like, crazy tight. You would not believe how tight is! Like, as soon as a c*ck is balls deep inside me, my pu**y squeezes it HARD and just never wants to let go. It squeezes every inch of a fat, meaty c*ck, juices that f*cker up, and makes sure it f*cking explodes in, like, the best org*sm ever!" Lisa boasted.

I would never heard anyone talk like this before, and I have to admit it sent a jolt of fear through me. I tried not to let her penetrate my brain, but I could not help but help but think about what it would be like to feel her hot, tight, wet... Stop it Callum! No!

I was slightly panicking. I wanted nothing more than for this madness to just be over, but before I could do anything, she continued. She clearly was not done. She advanced the slide again, showing a close-up of her plump, smooth, glossy lips, her sweet tongue sliding across them.

"I also have the sexiest f*cking mouth," she boasted, licking her lips in front of me. "I have the plumpest, sexiest lips, which I like to keep glossed up and perfect looking at every moment. You have no idea how good my mouth is until you feel it wrapped around your fat, taken c*ck! My soft, smooth lips, wrapped tightly around your meaty shaft. My firm, sexy tongue, going wild on your tasty shaft, not letting up until you just f*cking explode! My sexy, tight throat, which can take just about any c*ck down to the balls. Believe me when I tell you this, Callum, in few minutes your swollen balls WILL be bouncing off my chin. I can't wait!"

I have to admit, this image she conjured did jump into my mind. It must just be the fact that I was so on edge after having gone so long without relief, but the image of me, standing over Lisa, who's on her knees in front of me, clad in a sexy business suit, looking up at me as my p*nis slid into her mouth roughly, saliva leaking from her mouth as I drove into her, as her gaze held mine, clearly telling me she was hungry for more. I looked away from her for a moment, not wanting to betray my steely veneer, not wanting to let her know that she was getting to me.

When I finally looked back at her, I met her eyes, eyes that were beaming with pride. She stood in profile to me, letting me gaze over her luscious curves. I thought over what she was doing, not believing that I was seeing someone seriously make the argument that they should be given a job solely on the basis of their hot body. There was no shame on her face. No hesitance in her actions. No sign in the least that this was some huge joke on her part. She had a plan, but she was not done yet. Far from it. She had used many weapons, but not the big ones, not really. She was clearly holding back, and deep down, I knew it was now time to bring the big guns more into play.

She spun on her heel, turning to face me fully, revealing the fact that her top was now completely unbuttoned and spread apart, exposing her large, bra-clad bre*sts. And her spinning motion caused those massive jugs to bounce, the smooth, silky flesh jiggling, desperate to burst from within their lacy constraints. The red lace bra was digging into her skin, struggling to contain those massive, soft boobs as they practically oozed out from them. They bounced and jiggled, taking a few moments to settle down after she finished her little spin. And as she did this motion, she advanced to the next picture on her presentation, really making sure I understood what the next part of her presentation would center on.

Bre*sts.

Lisa Warden's  bre*sts were blown up on the far wall, an enlarged version of the vision I was seeing in front of me. The picture showed her  bre*sts barely contained in a black bra, similar in style to the red one she was wearing now. She was using her arms to force her fleshy  bre*sts outward, causing the bra to seem strained to the point of bursting. Her hard n*****s were evident beneath the lace, jutting out, gagging for appreciation, and a warm, wet mouth.   

"I cannot even pretend to be humble," Lisa began, as if she had actually been in any way humble up to this point.

"I LOVE my bre*sts! They are my favorite features, and with a hot body like mine, that is saying something. They are just so big... and soft..." she gasped out softly, running her hands up her chest, squeezing her bra-clad bre*sts between her fingers, the perky flesh filling her hands, threatening to pour over the edges of the lace material of her red bra.

"I love playing with them. Squeezing them. Having them touched by a pair of loving, appreciative hands. Sucked by an eager mouth. Having my n*pples bit with that perfect level of firmness. Hmm..." she shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin as hesitantly pulled her hands off of herself.

"Needless to say, having my bre*sts played with is usually enough to get me off. When a man gets his hands on these," she began, sauntering towards me, her fleshy boobs jiggling with every step. "or his mouth" she whispered, leaning over the bed, her bre*sts hanging down, her boobs jiggling, their immense size again threatening the tensile strength of her bra.

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