Mother's Obsession

Cheater, Cheater

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Taking my full length down her throat and holding it here. Her lips were stretched wide around the root of my p*nis, forming a tight seal. Her tongue massaged my aching d**k as she hummed slightly, the vibration traveling down my shaft to my saliva-coated balls, making them rumble again. And just when my balls were once again right on the edge of boiling over, she pulled back, my drool-soaked d**k sliding out from her tight throat like an oversized serpent, never looking bigger.

"No... f*ck... please!" I begged, nearly in pain, I so needed to c*m. I reached out to pull her mouth back onto me, but she easily brushed my attempts aside.

Despite the fact that she was panting for breath, she looked up at me and gave me a wicked smile. Still holding my lubed c*ck between her fingers, she leaned forward, my c*ck achingly close to her amazing lips.

"You like that?" she asked, her tone both arrogant and lusty. She moved forward and planted a gooey kiss on the tip of my d**k again, a band of drool connecting my p*nis to the lips that had given it so much pleasure.

"Yes! Please..." I begged, not able to fully say the words.

 Not able to tell her that the only thing I wanted in the whole world at this very moment was for her to take my c*ck between her lips one more time, so I could f*ck her tight, slutty throat until I filled her mouth with the enormous load of thick c*m brewing in my swollen balls.

"Has your girlfriend ever given you anything like that" she asked smugly, giving the underside of my d**k a soft, languid, loving kiss, knowing the answer.

"No... never," I panted out, knowing that even the thought of Colette doing the things Lisa just did was insane. Colette was too nice and sweet and classy to do the things Lisa did. She was above sucking d**k like a complete wh*re, but Lisa was not. A slut like her was willing to get down and very dirty.

"Do you want me to make you c*m?" she asked, softly kissing her way down the underside of my shaft.

"Lisa... please!" I begged, barely able to think straight, her soft, loving kisses enough to keep me on edge but not take me over, like everything she did. She was in complete control of when and how I would c*m.

She was very good at this.

"What?" she asked, playing naïve and innocent as she slowly massaged my swollen nuts with her tongue.

"Please... I need to c*m!" I said, unable to hide my need. "I cannot think straight!"

"You want me to make you c*m?" she asked, kissing each of my balls. "You want Lisa Warden, the biggest wh*re in the neighborhood, to make you c*m? You want the trashiest piece of ass in the neighborhood to give you the biggest orgasm of your life?" she asked, licking the underside of my d**k, ending with a flourish at the tip. My face was twisted in blissful agony. I badly needed to c*m. The pressure was almost too much to take. I had never felt anything like this.

"Yes..." I sighed as she opened her mouth, leaning towards the tip of my dong, millimeters from taking the tip again, finally granting me this blessed relief. But just as my c*ck was about to enter her hot, wet mouth, she pulled back.

"But what would your girlfriend think?" Lisa asked, acting innocent, but with a twinkle of malice in her eyes.

"What would Colette think? She is your sweet, loving girlfriend, the perfect daughter... would she like to hear you begging the neighborhood skank to swallow your c*m?"

"Ugh... f*ck you!" I spat out, leaning my head back against the bed, my mind a whirlwind, my tortured state causing her to giggle. I only paused for a moment until I heard the snap of a picture being taken, only to see that Lisa had picked up my discarded phone, poised my c*ck near her face, made a wink, kissy face, and snapped a picture. I was about to reach out to grab my phone from her, but she tightened her grip on my p*nis, holding me in place, hostage, a slave to her whims.

"And now taking s*x pictures on your cell phone of a nearly naked slut on her knees..." she laughed, "What a naughty boy!"

"Just... please!" I yelled out, about to reach down to take care of the job myself, but she brushed me away easily.

"Cuff me, then," she said, her tone becoming firm. "Make me your girlfriend and I will make you c*m so f*cking hard. Cuff me right now, and I will swallow every drop of your thick, tasty c*m, lick my lips, and beg for more. Give me the position, and I will give you the greatest pleasure of your life." She laid out her plan, extorting me, weighing the needs of my d**k against my professional obligations.

At that moment, as she laid it all out so plainly, a little bit of clear thought entered my brain, preventing me from compounding my mistakes any further.

"No..." I finally forced out, denying her one true goal.

Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. She let go of my c*ck and quickly moved to her feet. Turning her back to me, she sauntered away, her thong-clad a*s shaking as she moved closer to the other side of the room where there was a desk, walking smoothly in her high-heels.

"Well, I suppose my mouth was not enough to get me cuffed..." she called out, not turning back to face me.

She then put one of hands on the desk, pointed her butt at me, and finally looked back at me, her eyes full of wickedness.

"But maybe my tight, wet c*nt will change your mind." She then smoothly pried the miniscule, seemingly dental-floss sized string from between her a*s-cheeks, dropping the thong to her feet. She balanced on her high-heels, posed artfully over the desk, her long, stocking-clad legs looking as firm and sexy as ever, her bare ass looking amazing, and from between her legs, her naked c*nt was awaiting me, small, bare, and tight.

"You could zip up, tuck that fat c*ck away, and go home right now to your pretty little girlfriendy, and give it to her good and hard and work out all that... stress... on her," she said, gazing at my p*nis, speaking that option as if it was obviously the bad choice, although it sounded perfectly good to me. At that moment, the sounds of the gardeners' voices came through from the other side of the door.

 "And sure, you would be leaving a naked slut behind in your neighborhood for the gardeners to stumble on, but I would have to leave eventually, and no one would ever believe that you would even touch a slut like me. Although we both know that is a lie," she said, pausing to hold out my phone again, snapping a picture of her naked body in the foreground and me, frazzled and exposed in the background.

"You love touching me. You love my hot body, and it means more to you than your girlfriend and your good guy image, you love my body more than anything and you can have it. You can take me over this big desk... a sign of things to come. Take my tight, slutty pu**y and f*ck me hard... feel my c*nt wrapped around your fat c*ck. F*ck me hard, as hard as you have dreamed of, harder than what your girlfriend can take. But I can. I can take your best. You can take out your filthiest, nastiest fantasies on me. You can have better s*x with me than you have ever had with your girlfriend, and you know that. You have always known I would be a better f*ck than Colette. I bet you listened enraptured whenever you heard gossip about me, listening for juicy details so you could imagine me in your girlfriend's place."

"No!" I called out, trying to deny her insanity, despite how far I had already gone. Despite the fact that my hard d**k was hanging out of my pants, dying for her loving touch.

"Oh okay, deny it, after I sucked your c*ck better than you could have ever hoped for," she said, still with her butt pointed at me, waiting for me to act.

"Deny it after how lost you became when you were worshipping my bre*sts. Deny it after how all your talk and defenses crumbled as soon as I gave you the slightest peek at my hot body. Face it, Callum. I was right about you. Deep down, you are just like the rest. You are just like all the other hypocrite neighborhood members who ALL have a piece on the side. You can be the greatest guy in the world, but that all goes out the window when a hot piece of ass like me saunters by. So, Come on! Man up! Bring that fat c*ck over here and take me like you deserve to. Take my tight little c*nt and make me your b*tch!" she demanded, smacking her ass, causing the firm cheek to jiggle.

"I cannot." I sighed, my c*ck still throbbing, stopping me from thinking clearly. The purely raw, physical part of me wanted her.

Wanted her badly. I wanted to feel her no-doubt tight pu**y wrapped around my aching shaft, f*cking her as hard as I could, taking out all this lust that had been building up in me. My traitorous c*ck had clearly already made up its mind but, my brain... my heart... it was still rightfully holding me back. Lisa rolled her eyes in annoyance, growing impatient with my hesitance.

"Callum, you could have left a long time ago, but you have not. You know you would escape this thing scotch free even if someone did find out, but you are still here. You could go home, find your girlfriend, pull her into bed, and take out your lust on her, but that does not sound like such a tempting offer anymore, does it? You know that what is waiting for you at home will never compare to what is standing in front of you now. Doing that filthy stuff with me will be MUCH more fun. You know that, and you know better than to hook up with me but being bad is so much more exciting. If you were not taken, you would have been balls deep inside me an hour ago," her eyes held mine, and as much as I wanted to disagree, I could not.

"But I am hotter than your girlfriend. I have a prettier face, better hair, better lips, as you know. And I have a better body. A MUCH better body. I have got better legs..." she said, looking down at her taut, stocking covered legs.

"A way better a*s..." she said, twerking her ass for a moment, causing the cheeks to bounce.

"And most importantly, my bre*sts are WAY bigger and WAY better," she said, turning her upper half to the side slightly so I could appraise their smooth, round, perfect shape in profile.

They looked huge from this angle. She smiled, knowing that everything she said was the truth.

"If you could change the past, it would be my finger you would put a ring on," she said, pausing, letting that sink in, turning back so she was bending over the desk again.

I tried to deny it, but looking at her luscious, naked body... it was hard to disagree. Knowing what she could offer, and how my body reacted, it was hard to deny at this point that there was not an attraction there. She slid her hand down her side, sliding it down over her jutting butt, down between her legs, sliding a finger into her dripping pu**y.

"We both know why you have not yet..." she said, staring into my soul as she fingered herself.

"Because you already made your choice. Because after doing what you have done so far and not sealing the deal... you are always going to wonder what if. You are always going to think about my body and wish you had had the balls to do what needed to be done and you can go home and try to make like this never happened, but the nice guy streak will come out. Your guilt will consume you, and you will tell Colette what you did with me. How you got your d**k sucked by the neighborhood slut. She will hate you and she will leave you, and you will lose everything. The worst thing would be that... you did not just f*ck me. You did not go through all the way with the cheating. I mean, if you are going to cheat, cheat hard! Right? Do not stop with getting your c*ck sucked. Get some pu**y. Get some a*s. Do it hard and nasty! Callum, as soon as I walked through that door, you were making the decision to f*ck me. As soon as my hot a*s and huge bre*sts entered this neighborhood, you were done for," she finished, pulling her finger from her v****a, sliding it up between the cheeks of her a*s, toying with her a**hole.

If I was not hard, harder than I would ever been in my life, I might have been able to think straight but deep down, I knew everything she said was true. I wanted her. I wanted her hot body. I wanted those huge bre*sts. I wanted to f*ck her. Even if I mentally denied it, my body had shown me otherwise. I know I was taken, and I know that simple lust should not outweigh that bond, but like Lisa said, this had gone too far to turn back. I would not gain anything by walking out of this halfway through. There was no difference between what I had already done and what she was offering. She had already inhaled every inch of my beefy taken d**k, how much worse was full-on s*x?

Why not just do it at this point?

Why not just f*ck Lisa's brains out, take care of the overwhelming pressure in my balls, and then just be done with it.

Why not ravish her hot ass and huge bre*sts with my hands?

 If no one ever found out, no one would be getting hurt. It would be a low moment for me, something I would have to learn from, but at this point, the pressure was too great to pull back now. At this point, I had to do it. It was wrong for so many reasons, but my hard d**k was silencing those objections. I knew how messed up it was, but it would feel SO good!

But my girlfriend... I loved Colette. I love her, I mean. I could not do this to her, could I? How could I live with myself if I did this if I f*cked Lisa?

 I just... I did not know how it came to this. It seemed like one minute, I was in complete control, the next I was doomed. Lisa had set the trap with her hot body and blunt seduction, and despite everything, despite knowing better, I had sprung it, and now s*x between us seemed unavoidable.

I loved my girlfriend, but... Lisa's really hot. So insanely sexy. That body... that a*s... those bre*sts... I could not think straight near that body. She had used it as a weapon, slowly pulling me in, till I was drowning. That body should not outweigh the love I had for my girlfriend, but... it had already caused me to sink this far. She had flipped the script in a masterful manner and part of me, despite everything, was impressed by that level of skill.

"Are you going to keep laying there, or are you going to f*ck me?" Lisa spat out, daring me to act.

I was suddenly filled with a heated anger I had never experienced before. She had caused this turmoil in me. She had done all of this damage. She had put a dent in the person I thought I was. She had interceded herself into my marriage. She was a twisted, evil, scheming little b*tch, and she needed to pay for what she had done to me. I was jolted into action, and my thoughts crystallized. All the questions in my head were answered.

Was I willing to throw away my professional ethics, my relationship, my personal code, and the foundation that I was born and raised on, all to get some good pu**y?

Yes. Yes, I was.

I got off the bed and stepped forward, moving closer to the slut bent over the desk, my hard d**k leading the way. I could not hear anything, as if white noise was buzzing in my ears, freeing me from any other distraction, keeping my sole focus on Lisa's fantastic backside. I could not believe I was actually going through it. It did not seem real. I was not myself. Something had changed in me. Her attitude, her body, it had infected me. Poisoned me. Corrupted me and she was about to experience what she had done to me first-hand.

Before I knew it, I was poised behind her. Her hands were on the desk, ready, looking back at me, waiting for me to act. She was going to pay for making me do this. She was going to pay by her having her tight pu**y stretched around my thick c*ck until she came. I was going to make this b*tch scream, and then she would know what she had done to me.

I looked down at myself, my throbbing, nine and a half inches hanging out from my boxer briefs, pointing right towards her ready c*nt, which was literally dripping her juices. My pants had not fallen too far, stretched between my thighs, the front of it stained from the evidence of her sloppy blowjob and in front of me, mere inches from me, was Lisa, bent over the desk, butt pointed at me, waiting for me to act.

My eyes were drawn to the tattoo above her a*s. The striking green of the ornate, thorny vines, and the brilliant reds of the blooming roses standing out against her smooth, tan skin. It was enough to arrest my vision for a few moments. I let the fingers on my right hand slide across the smooth flesh of her lower back, where the tattoo was imprinted. As I did, my eyes grazed along the round, perky ass cheeks, down the neat, artful crevasse of her a*s crack, to the bare, puffy, soaked lips of her pu**y, waiting for my thick p*nis. With my fingers still playing with her tattoo, I used my other hand to grip my c*ck, moving it closer to her waiting v****a, till the tip grazed against it. Looking up, knowing this was the point of no return, I paused, finding Lisa looking back at me.

"Just push it in, Callum," she urged, her tone surprisingly soft and comforting, as if she knew pushing me too hard in this moment would turn me away.

"My c*nt is so tight. It wants your c*ck so bad! It wants to squeeze it and smother it and make you explode and give you the greatest pleasure you've ever felt! Take it, Callum... push it in. You have earned it..." she said, appealing to my ego, shaking her butt slightly, willing me forward.

And it worked. Not wanting to wait too long to talk myself out of this, I pushed my d**k forward slightly, the tip of my c*ck splaying out the lips of her c*nt.

It was official, now.

By any definition, I was officially cheating on my girlfriend.

"Uhhh!" Lisa sighed softly as the head of my c*ck pushed inside her.

"Oh my god!" I let out, the pressure of her pu**y around my c*ck head feeling amazing already.

Using both hands, I gripped her hips tightly and began to push more, forcing more of my swollen d**k inside of her.

"Ohhh... f*ck!" I moaned, the pleasure of her pu**y was just exquisite.

She was so tight! Tighter than I had ever felt. Much tighter than my girlfriend, tighter than any other woman. It made pushing my c*ck deeper into her more pleasurable, but it also made forcing her tight walls apart a bit more work.

"F*ck, you are big!" Lisa moaned, her head sagging slightly.

She was swiveling her hips, trying to angle it so more of my c*ck could get inside her.

"More baby... more! I want to feel your balls slapping my cl*t!" she urged, pushing back at me.

I flexed my hips, forcing more c*ck inside of her, till she had somehow taken three quarters of my length.

"Sh*t!" I grunted out, impressed she had taken so much of my d**k. Colette had never taken this much, but Lisa could. Lisa was built to take large d**k, better than my girlfriend could. I looked down to see the lips of her pu**y stretched taut around my thick shaft, gripping it, holding it inside her. Her internal muscles were squeezing my c*ck so f*cking hard, massaging my d**k, pulling me in deeper. I paused for a moment, holding my c*ck inside of her, letting it marinate in her s*x-juices, but the urge to go deeper soon won out. I pushed my c*ck deeper, sliding it inside her another inch.

"Ughhhhhh... F*CK!" Lisa moaned out, the pleasure making her shiver. She slapped the desk, groaning in pleasure.

As she pushed back at me, I pushed forward, till finally, her butt was against my torso, my c*ck buried up to the root inside of her.

"Ohhhh sh*t!" I moaned, my head rolling slightly. It felt so God damn good! She had an expert pu**y, doing magic to my c*ck, squeezing every inch of me, teasing me, working me over like the f*cking slut she was. Only a slut's pu**y would know how to do these things. Only a slut's pu**y could feel this good.

"How does that feel?" Lisa asked, her tone turning nastier.

"How does that f*cking c*nt feel? Tell me, Callum. F*cking tell me!" she begged.

"Feels so f*cking good!" I groaned out; my eyes screwed shut in pleasure as I held myself in place. She squeezed her c*nt in a steady rhythm around my bloated c*ck, almost bringing me over the edge.

 "Amazing!"

"If it is so amazing, then why don't you f*ck it!?" she asked, her snotty tone returning.

"If you love my tight c*nt so my much, then give it the f*cking it deserves!"

Reminded that I did in fact hate this woman for what she was making me do. I made a vow to take my revenge. I vowed to make this b*tch squeal. I reared back, sliding my c*ck out so only the tip was inside her before reversing course, driving my d**k in her to the root again.

"Ah, ohhhh!" Lisa moaned. Gripping her hips hard, I began to work up a good rhythm, pumping in and out of her.

"F*ck!" I grunted out, feeling her tight walls squeezing my hard meat.

"You like that... sh*t... you like that f*cking tight c*nt?" Lisa asked, her ass bouncing back me in a perfect rhythm to my driving hips.

"Yes! YES! It feels so f*cking good!" I grunted out savagely, not sounding like myself.

"Hahaha! I knew you would!" Lisa said with an evil smirk.

"I knew you would love my tight c*nt! Now you know why all those other guys risked their careers to have me because my slutty c*nt is THAT f*cking good!"

"Ughhhh..." I grunted out, pistoning my c*ck inside of her, my c*ck now coated with her juices, allowing to me to smoothly drive my c*ck in and out of her. I was f*cking at a harder pace than I ever had before, but I knew a wh*re like her could take it.

"You did not think I would be this f*cking tight!" she said knowingly, her round ass slapping against my pelvis as I pulled her against me.

"I have f*cked so many men, but I am still tighter than your nice, sweet, classy girlfriend." My face curled up in anger as she insulted my girlfriend, causing me to f*ck her even harder.

"Ughhh, f*ck! That is good! This d**k is amazing. I love it!" she moaned out, unfazed by my angry f*cking.

"All the other girls in the neighborhood wanted you... they flirted with you, smiled, told funny and cute lies, hoping that you would fall in love with one of them but I f*cking stroll in, like the queen b*tch, shaking my ass, jiggling my huge bre*sts, and I just f*cking take you! I make you mine! F*CK YES! F*ck me, baby. F*ck me! F*ck the neighborhood slut!"

I drove into her harder, angry at her boasting. Angry that she was right. I tried not to let her know how much her pu**y was getting to me, how close it had me already. On every pump in and out of her, her pu**y squeezed me tightly, not wanting to let my swollen meat go. Squeezing me hard, bringing me indescribable pleasure. In anger, I pulled my fingers from her sizzling skin, reared back, and slapped her a*s.

SPANK!

"Ahhhh, f*ck yeah!" she moaned out. "That is, it, baby. That is, it! Get into it! Play f*cking dirty! I always f*cking knew there was a stud in there, bursting to get out. F*ck me baby. Slap my ass and f*ck me!"

SPANK! SPANK!

I repeated the motion, slapping her a*s harder, causing the round cheeks to bounce.

"AHHHHH! YES!" she screamed out; her voice rough.

She pushed herself up a bit more, till her lean back was pressed against my front. I wrapped my arm around her stomach, holding her close as I continued drilling up into her. She reached up with her arms, reaching behind herself to wrap her hands around the back of my neck, arching her back artfully. Her body was stretched taut as she kept pushing her butt back to meet my driving hips, and in this position, her chest was pushing outward, making her bre*sts look absolutely enormous.

"Look at them! Look at my f*cking bre*sts!" she said, her face next to mine.

My eyes looked down, over her shoulder, staring at her bouncing jugs. They looked so round, and smooth, and just f*cking huge. They looked like f*cking blimps on her chest, way too big for slim frame, jiggling in just the right way. Lisa turned to me and kissed my cheeks a few times before bringing her lips to my ear.

"Squeeze them... squeeze them, baby. Squeeze my huge f*cking bre*sts! They're yours, now," she urged me.

I could not resist.

I slid my hands up her front, raising them up till I filled my big hands with her enormous bre*sts, squeezing them roughly.

"Ahhh, yes! F*ck yes!" Lisa moaned into my ear. They felt amazing, the mere minutes from when I last squeezed them suddenly feeling like an eternity. How could I ever take my hands off of amazing bre*sts? They were incredible! They were so soft and luscious and firm. I kept squeezing the pliant flesh over and over again, gripping them roughly, feeling their softness pouring through my fingers.

"Tell me... ugh, f*ck yes... tell me how much you love them. Tell me how much you love my f*cking bre*sts!"

"Ugh... f*ck!" I groaned out, feeling pleasure from both my c*ck and my hands, almost the maximum pleasure those body parts could feel.

“They are f*cking amazing!" I said, complimenting her huge bre*sts.

"They are so f*cking big!"

"You love them! Tell me you love them!" Lisa groaned out, her butt slamming back against me as I f*cked her, my hands still digging into her big, smooth boobs. The infinite softness of her massive rack was an addiction. I could spend the rest of my life squeezing those big boobs and it wouldn't be enough.

"I love them..." I relented. "I love these huge f*cking bre*sts! They are...yes... they' are f*cking incredible. The best f*cking bre*sts I have ever seen."

"Oh, yeah..." Lisa grunted. "You cannot honestly say you like your girlfriend's chest after feeling these."

"Ughhh, f*ck... fine. Yes! YES!" I groaned out, driving into her a little harder, her slights against my girlfriend for some reason making me want to f*ck her even harder.

"Your bre*sts are better than hers, okay? You have the best God damn bre*sts I have ever felt."

"You hear that, Colette!?" Lisa screamed out.

"Your boyfriend thinks I have better bre*sts than you! He likes them so much he f*cking stopped an interview just to feel them! F*CK YES! Yes! He could not make it through a regular conversation without molesting my bre*sts!" She screamed as I gripped her bre*sts roughly, f*cking her harder as she called out my girlfriend's inferiority. 

"Ugh... f*ck! SH*T! I love it! I love this f*cking c*ck! Colette... you stupid f*cking b*tch! You should never have let your boyfriend live in the same neighborhood as a slut like me! You should f*cking take care of your boyfriend, or else he would take out his lust with the neighborhood slut! He would not have to talk the neighborhood skank out of her clothes in the middle of the day when he is supposed to be at work!"

I f*cked her more firmly as she rewrote history, making me out to be this lecherous guy. Then again, I was her tight, pu**y with my c*ck, so I did not exactly have the high moral ground here.