Mother's Obsession

No Self-Control

Colette Smith (P.O.V.)

I had just finished cleaning up the basement. I ran upstairs quickly to my room, to grab a towel so that I could go shower as quickly as I could. It was pretty late by now when my mother got home. She had questioned why I was even down there, and I used the excuse that I was just looking for a pair of shorts that I assumed could have been down here since we usually accumulate all of our dirty laundry in the basement instead of in the laundry room because it was not that big. My mother immediately asked for Martha, to which I explained to her that she said she wanted to go out for the evening with a friend. I lied and told my mother that Martha was cheating on her husband with some strange man who had shown up at the house to take her out for the evening. In the instance that I get asked about the mystery man’s appearance, I mentioned that I did not get a good look at him, only that I realized that his voice was unusually deep. I told her that I had felt unsafe in the moment so when he showed up by the front door, while it remained open, I locked myself in the bedroom until I heard them left.

This obviously angered my mother and she told me that the next time I saw Martha, I should let her know that she is fired. She brought a bright smile to my face, which I, of course, had to immediately hide.

This is just perfect.

Now that Martha is banned from the house, there would be no suspicion as to where she is and why she is not coming over. Plus, since I already told my mother that Martha was picked up by an unscrupulous man with whom she is cheating on her husband with, the imaginary man could be at fault for her disappearance. Or I could simply message her husband now and let him know that she left work…or have been leaving work earlier than she should for the past couple of days with a man. I could explain to him that I never check to see who it is, because I just get a weird vibe from him.

When I got back to my room, I laid on my bed and pulled out Martha’s phone that I had under my pillow. I decided to go through it a bit to see if there were even more incriminating things, I could find that I could possibly use against her in the future.

Jus then a new message popped up on the phone and I opened it. The contact was saved under ‘Secret Affair’. How stupid can one person possibly be?

Nonetheless, I checked the number and realized it was Lisa. She had sent a picture of Callum and her on the beach, with his hand between her thighs.

Wow.

So that is what he is doing right now.

I decided to respond to the text pretending to be Martha.

Wow! I wish I could be there with you guys :(

I sent the message and then went to bed. It may be really early, but I was really tired after all of the hard work I did today.

I had just woken up from my nap. I picked up my phone from the nightstand to see what Callum had texted me. I think we had already established that he was not the brightest bulb and even so, I hate to admit that even I have become tempted to cheat and show him how to hide his infidelities properly. I say this because while he is under the assumption that I have no idea about his affair, he is not even trying to make it seem as though no one else has his time. Since he left to go on the trip, Callum would only message me once a day and it is always just to let me know that he is okay so I would not call him. I could only assume that he never wants me to call because Lisa is around, and they might slip up and make noises or something.

It is just like previous times when I would call him on the phone while he is at work. I could tell that they are having s*x while we are on the phone because he would be breathing heavily. I did not want to say anything because I have been using those moments of betrayal to force myself out if my depressive headspace. I keep telling myself that if I keep Callum around long enough, I could use his bad habits to emotionally detach myself from the relationship, which is what I have been doing. Meanwhile I become my own therapist, throughout this journey I have made it my duty to never suppress my anger. It is not good for me or the baby. It would only make me feel even worse in the end so whenever I felt down or like I wanted to bawl my eyes out. That is exactly what I do. Even if it were to take hours, I would lay in bed, put on some depressing music and cry until I am over it again.

Eventually, I began crying less and focusing more on my health and wellbeing. At this point, I no longer cared about what Callum did because the mere thought of him disgusted me. When I see him in person…whenever I do get to see him, that is, I imagine what it would be like to kill him. Of course, I am not going to, because he is the father of my child…but I want to.

I picked up my phone and opened the message Callum just sent me.

The trip is over. I will be coming home tonight. No need to wait up for me though.

I rolled my eyes as I read its contents. The trip was over a week ago. I called the office and they informed me that Callum took a week off and it was granted to him because of all the good work he has been doing for the company.

I did wait up.

I got off my bed and made it to the bathroom to freshen up. I know for a fact that when Callum gets home, he is not going to want to be with me romantically, but this is just for me. I am taking care of myself. No more of going out of my way to make sure Callum is happy because he is happy but at my expense, and he simply does not care.

When I got into the shower, I washed my body with a coconut scented body wash then I proceeded to wash my hair then shave my entire body. After I was done doing all of that, I got out of the shower and dried my skin. I went back into my bedroom and laid down on the bed, fully naked as I applied lotion all over my body.

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Lisa and I had just gotten back to the neighborhood. We were both very much exhausted because we did not get much rest while we were away on the trip. If you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted but reality was setting in now. I had to return to Colette at some point. I am beginning to question why I am even with Colette. It is clear that she no longer does it for me. I have so much fun when I am with Lisa. She is not a stuck up like Colette and she knows how to have fun. Despite the amazing body she flaunts to everyone, Lisa was adventurous, and I like the person that I am when I am with her. Now she is pregnant with my baby and things are becoming more tedious. I know she will start showing some time soon, but I could only assume that Colette would not think much of it seeing as Lisa is known as the neighborhood slut. Any one the men she has slept with before could have been the one to have gotten her pregnant.

I had finally gotten home and as I unloaded the suitcases from the trunk of Lisa’s car, I began to think about my life here in this home with Colette. I think the only reason I am still with her, is because she is pregnant for me as well. While I could leave her and shar custody of the child with Colette, I think it would be rather unfair for the kid. Lisa’s kid would have the privilege of having both of its parents in the same house, happy and together; while the kid that was planned and prayed for, for so long, would be born in a broken home. In the beginning of this affair, I stayed because I truly did love Colette, but as time passed by, I began to lose myself in all of the lies and betrayal. There is no way out of this. Where I had a chance to just admit to Colette in the beginning, that I slept with Lisa after that night at the club, I could not come out now and just leave either one of them, because they are both pregnant.

What could I possibly do?

I am literally forced to stay with both of them for the sake the baby I had given to them each. It is not like I had nothing to lose because now I have so much more to lose, thanks to Lisa. What was once a joke in the beginning has now turned into so much more than just conflict. I needed advice but who could I possibly speak to about this? My situation is just so taboo that there is no way that I could possibly receive help from anyone.

As I took out the last suitcase out of the trunk, I placed them on the ground and made my way to the driver’s window of the car. It was about eleven o’clock at night which meant that Colette was already locked up in her bedroom, probably asleep or watching television. I poked my head through the open window and gave Lisa a kiss on the lips. She smiled through the kiss and deepened it further. The mere thought of getting caught made adrenaline course through my body. The fear of Colette walking outside of the house and catching us making out was enough to get me turned on.

F*ck. I needed Lisa right now.

When we broke the kiss, we were both breathing a little harder, I could hear the lust in my voice as I said, “So, should we go?”

Of course, Lisa, never being one to turn down s*x, nodded and grinned brightly.

 “Definitely.” She said.

I placed my luggage on the front porch of the house and got back into the car with Lisa. She rolled up the windows and immediately drove out of the driveway. We were not going far, nor did we want to risk getting caught by going to her house because there were a couple people in the street, and we would definitely catch some attention from the minute that we drive into Lisa’s garage.

Taking that into consideration, I guess Lisa had other plans in mind.

“Where are we going?” I asked her almost breathlessly as she continued to stroke my hardened member through my jeans. I closed my eyes in pure bliss and groaned.

“To my place. F*ck people.” She said and chuckled lightly.

This is dangerous. We are threading on thin water right now.

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

After the time I got to spend with Callum, I had come to the conclusion that I wanted him all for myself. I no longer wanted to share him. I become greedy and selfish. I fell in love harder than I thought I would have for Callum. The original plan was to get him to the top, get pregnant and then leave him. Where he would have had a child to take care of, he would have had to give me money for the kid which I could have used to live the life I wanted. But now I did not want that. I wanted to buy a house with him, have a very public relationship and build our family together. I was tired of hiding the fact that we love each other. F*ck what everyone has to say.

I no longer want to be hidden. I no longer want to be the mistress. I want to be loved and shown off to the world by the graces of Callum Johnson. The neighborhood good guy. I wanted everyone to know that he chose Lisa Warden, the neighborhood slut, over his boring prude of a girlfriend Colette.  I am certain that they would not even know who she is because she very much that invisible.  

The ride to my house was spent with Callum placing his hand on my thigh again giving it a light squeeze. In turn I put my own hand on his thigh and ran my fingers along his thigh in a figure eight pattern moving ever so slowly higher and closer to his groin.

I could see the effect my tracing designs on his thigh was having on him and smiled slightly to myself at his eagerness.

He led me to the door and held it open for me. As soon as I stepped inside, he closed the door, locking it, and was suddenly there behind me. He put his hands around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. I felt more, then heard him moan against my neck before he said, “My God you smell good.”

I smiled and turned around to face him.

“I may smell good honey, but you look delectable,”

And before he could respond I pulled his face to mine and kissed him with all the passion I could feel welling up inside me.

As we kissed, he guided me towards the nearest wall and pressed his body against mine. I could feel the hardness of his c*ck pressing into me and it made me ache to feel him. I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him and forced myself to break the kiss.

“Which way to the bedroom?” He asked in a husky voice coated with lust.

He leaned in and kissed me once more, quick, hard, and full of hunger. He led me by the hand towards my new bedroom with a large king size bed in it and led me over to the bed. Taking the initiative once again I reached behind myself and undid my bra. As I removed it, I too removed my dress, slipping it down my body and stepping out of it, leaving me in nothing but the black lace panties I had worn under the black dress.

He stood there for a moment as if in shock. Then he composed himself and came to stand against me again. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me, tender and soft this time. I slipped my hands down between our bodies and pulled his shirt out of his jeans and pulled it up his body,

I broke the kiss and said, “Off!” and he reached to pull the shirt over his head.

As he pulled the shirt off my hands went to the belt on his jeans and I soon had his belt unbuckled and his button and zipper undone and my hands around him slipped inside his boxers cupping his a*s. As my hands cupped his firm a*s, he looked at me again seemingly shocked.

I dug my nails lightly into the flesh of his a*s and he let out a low moan and kissed me so hard I thought he might bruise my mouth, and the thought excited me.

I sat down on the bed, and he moved with me without breaking the kiss. I moved little by little, him moving with me until I was lying in the middle of the bed with him straddling me. I then ran my hands down his chest, allowing my nails to put just a slight pressure on his skin. I traced my nails along the line of his boxers before I allowed myself to slip my hand inside them and reach for his hard c*ck. I held him in my hand for a moment and felt his entire body tense with the sensation. Then I pulled him from his boxers and began to rub his hard c*ck, ever so slowly in my hand.

He moaned and bent his head to my bre*sts. As my hand rubbed his c*ck and balls his mouth captured one of my hard n*pples and I almost jumped as he sucked my n*pple between his teeth using just a little extra pressure on it giving me that exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain.

I could feel my body reacting to him and needing him, the pleasure he was giving me by playing with my n*pples was incredible, better than any man before ever had, but as he would pull his mouth off of them and ever so lightly but quickly flick the tip of his tongue over them I could only imagine how incredible that wonderful tongue would feel licking and flicking at my now throbbing cl*t.

As if reading my mind he moved his body off mine and slipped one hand down to my little lace panties. He deftly slipped a hand inside them and gently cupped my pu**y against his hand, rubbing ever so lightly before he pulled the panties down off my body.

As soon as they were off, I spread my legs for him, letting him know I wanted any part of him he was willing to give to me down there between my weak legs.

He kept his mouth on my n*pple, sucking and nibbling expertly as he slipped his finger along my slit. Finally, after a few moments of this exquisite torture he slipped his finger a little higher rubbing my aching cl*t. I moaned loud and felt my body arch off the bed and press my bre*st into his mouth and his hand into my pu**y.

I was moaning almost continuously now and could feel myself getting close to c*mming. I wanted his mouth on my cl*t; to see if he was as good as I thought he would be. I reached down and pulled his face to mine and kissed him, flicking the tip of my tongue against his and pressing my pu**y up into his hand harder. He got the hint and moved down the bed.

Without any warning he moved his finger from my cl*t and shoved it as deep as he could into my soaking c*nt. I groaned and moved up to meet his hand as his mouth locked over my cl*t. He sucked, licked, and nibbled on my cl*t as he finger f*cked my pu**y hard and fast. I was in heaven from the pleasure he was giving me and could feel myself beginning to c*m.

“Oh God, oh yes, oh God do not stop! Do not stop I am going to c*m! Oh God, oh my cl*t, faster, oh yes baby that is it make me c*m, oh God I am going to c*m, I am going to C*MMMMM!!!!!” I screamed as he flicked his tongue over my cl*t unbelievably fast and hard and pumped his finger deep into my pu**y.

Once the afterglow of my orgasm had faded, I rolled over and looked at him. He was lying there beside me staring at me. He had removed his clothes and his c*ck was so hard it looked like it was about to burst.

I grinned at him and said, “It’s my turn now”

I did not play around; I just went straight for his c*ck. I took him in my hand first and when he closed his eyes and let out a low moan, I moved my head down and placed a tender kiss on the head of his c*ck. I moved my hand down to gently cup and massage his balls as I slowly moved my mouth over his c*ck.

He moaned again and I began pumping his c*ck inside my mouth, adding my other hand at the base of his c*ck to move in time with my mouth.

After only a couple of minutes I felt his balls twitch in my hand I slowly moved off his c*ck with my hands and mouth and looked up at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent moan of ecstasy. When I moved off his c*ck he slowly looked down at me and I could see the need plain on his face.

“Please” was all he could manage to say.

I grinned up at him and said, “Now, now, good things come to those who wait. Tell me, would you rather have my hands and mouth on your c*ck and you c*m all over my t*ts or would you rather feel your c*ck deep inside my pu**y and c*m while you f*ck me?”

 At that he let out what could only be called a growl it was filled with such pure, animalistic need. He put his hands on my shoulders and moved me onto my back.

He kissed me then with such need and hunger and passion I thought I would pass out. Then I felt his c*ck between my legs, without warning he shoved his c*ck deep into my pu**y, making me moan into his mouth.

He was giving it to me just how I wanted it, hard, fast, and passionate. We were both moaning and groaning as he thrust his c*ck deeper and harder into my waiting pu**y.

We both knew he would not take long to c*m after the bl*wj*b I had given him, so he moved his hand down between our bodies as he f*cked me like a wild man and started rubbing my cl*t.

I was so overwhelmed by the incredible f*cking he was giving my pu**y and now his finger on my cl*t that I lost control.

“Oh God, oh yes, oh God, oh please f*ck me baby, f*ck me harder, faster! Oh God I am going to c*m baby! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh, my cl*t, my cl*t oh God f*ck me please f*ck me harder baby harder! Oh God I am C*MMING!!!!!!” I screamed as my orgasm shook my body.

“Oh yes baby c*m for me! C*m for me while I c*m in your pu**y!” Callum yelled out as I felt him shoot his load deep inside my pu**y, only serving to make me c*m harder.

Once we had both finished c*mming, he stayed there for a while, his body on top of mine, his c*ck inside me growing soft and I just enjoyed the feeling of being so close to him once again. We laid there like that in silence until he kissed my forehead and asked, “Would you like to stay the night?” I kissed him tenderly.

“No, I think you should go home to Colette. You have been away from her for too long. I will let her have you for a couple of hours.” I said, pecking his soft lips again.

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

I got up from the bed and made my way into the bathroom to rinse my body quickly. I know I had been sloppy with hiding my affair, but I just wanted to go back to Colette and make it seem as though I had behaved myself while I was away from her for weeks with another woman.

When I got done in the shower, I dried my skin and put back on all of my clothes.

“Are you going to drive me back home?” I asked Lisa, who was currently sprawled across the bed, reveling in the pleasure she just received.

“Sure.” She said and simply slipped on a robe over her naked body as she grabbed the car key and we headed out of the house.

When we got into the car, I could not help but stare at her big bre*sts as they jiggled every time, she would drive over a hump on the road. Not being able to control myself, I slipped my hand inside her robe and grabbed one of her bre*sts roughly as I caressed it. I could feel myself getting hard again. I placed a n*pple between my fingers and squeezed it hard, making her groan out in ecstasy.

“Baby, we cannot. We are already in front of the house.” Lisa muttered as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

“Drive up more where there is a broken streetlight up ahead.”

She did as she was told and parked the car.

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

I watched as Callum immediately unbuttoned his pants. I had secretly hoped that Colette would come outside and catch us, but I know I could not be that lucky. I kept my hand on the steering wheel while I waited for Callum to remove his pants. My breathing got heavier now, and my cheeks still remained bright red, clearly visible even with only the lighting of streetlamps. As soon as I heard his zipper pulled down, I placed my hand on his leg, brushing my fingers along his thigh until he exposed his c*ck for me.

I wasted no time, immediately wrapping my fingers against his hardened shaft. I started with slow, loose strokes. I loved the way he felt in my hand as I took notice of every vein and how warm he is. With heavy effort required, I focus straight ahead. More than ever, I need to keep my eyes on the road to make sure we had no onlookers. I wish I could just give him my full attention but if we were to become a respectable couple in the community, I did not want to get caught having s*x in a car. Especially since we are about to have a baby. I would hate for gossip to circulate that I got pregnant in a car.

I could only imagine Callum trying to keep a straight face, and I got the urge to make him fail. I wanted to see him pleased. I tightened my tenacious grip on him and quickened my strokes. Hearing his breaths become deeper only excited me more and it quickly became uncomfortable to be sitting.

I start to feel nervous about getting caught, so I think of something to talk about to fill the hanging silence.

"I cannot wait until I can have you inside me later, massaging you with my tongue, seeing how deep I can take you into my throat..."

I slow my strokes and focus on going along his entire length to imitate what I am saying out loud, helping him imagine how deep in my mouth he could go.

"Then I am going to moan so loud once you are inside my pu**y. I want you to f*ck me hard and fast." I suddenly speed up jerking you to parallel my speech once again. I try to fake a moan to go along with what I am saying, but after having gotten so excited, trying causes a real moan to escape my lips.

I struggle to not close my eyes as I get lost in erotic fantasies about Callum. I began to feel entirely flustered, craving his body and his love. I looked over and noticed the pleasure on his face. A warm butterfly feeling flows through my body, and I grasp the tip of my tongue between my teeth to repress another moan. I want nothing more than to make him finish before we parted ways and feel his warm c*m all over my hand. I could not even think of more to say, but I know at this point we are both too overwhelmed with our desires for each other that I did not need to distract us more. I focus on alternating between fast tighter strokes, and slower loose ones where I rub every inch of his length. With every twitch of his body, I restrain another moan. My leg muscles stiffen, and I adjust my seating to try to find comfort. It is almost impossible though, because my body would not be happy until I have Callum’s body against mine.

My  wet pu**y got my undies damp from how horny I am for him,  inside my shoes I curl and uncurl my toes as I try to find any way to expel excess energy. I quicken my motions even more when I felt his d**k beginning to throb in my hand.

He must be close!

I silently beg for him to c*m on me. He leans his head back overwhelmed with pleasure. I start to feel like I was going to c*m in my panties even without being touched. After a moment more of stroking Callum as fast as I can manage, he lets out a sigh and release all over my hand. I could not help but close my eyes and sigh with pleasure getting to feel your warm, sticky c*m dripping between my fingers.

I slow down my motions as you catch your breath, making sure I squeeze every drop out onto my skin before pulling my hand away. I brought my covered hand up to my face and cleaned the mess with my tongue.