Mother's Obsession

Your True Colors but I am Color Blind

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

I raked my free hand through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He let go of my other hand and pulled me up so that he could take my dress off. Then I pulled his shirt off over his head. I was pleased to find a nice shaven chest.

I did not understand why so many guys sport a hairy chest. I liked a clean-shaven man. It always drove me crazy.

He undid my bra as I laced my fingers through his gorgeous hair. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me into his bedroom. In that brief moment, things had gone from animalistic groping to something more tender and emotional. He laid me down gently on his bed and started to trace his fingers lightly over my breasts and stomach. It was nice, and I felt safe with my friend again, but I wanted the roughness back.

"So, this is where you have been with Colette before, huh? This is kind of dirty. Definitely wrong," I said.

That was enough to do the trick. The fire was back in his eyes. He threw himself back on top of me and started grabbing my breasts, and he was not gentle.

I loved it.

Each twinge of pain made me gasp in ecstasy. I dug my nails into his back in response.

He grunted as he fumbled with my underwear. I could not wait for him to get them off. Quickly he pulled them down. As he pulled off my heels, I reached up to undo the button of his pants. It was actually a little difficult with his c*ck straining against them.

I giggled at the thought.

It was not long before we were totally nude.

I climbed on top now, returning the favor. Sucking his neck, biting his earlobes. I nibbled gently on his n*pples. My hair spilled over my shoulders and tickled his stomach. As I worked my way down from his chest to his stomach, to lower, I could hear him groaning with delight.

"You are so hot. Gosh, I have wanted you for so long. You look so f*cking good."

When I got to his hardened c*ck, I started licking it, starting from the bottom then making my way to the tip, tasting his salty pre-c*m, lubricating his sh*ft. I slipped my tongue around his head which made him groan even louder. I had only just put my whole mouth around it when he sat up.

"Baby, I want you first," Callum said with tenderness.

He flipped me onto the bed, and I cannot say I was disappointed. I love giving head, that feeling of being in control, pleasing your lover, but right now, all I want is for him to be inside of me. We could do the gentle, tender, slow s*x another time.

Right now, I just wanted a good, hard, f*ck.

He rubbed his c*ck over my v*ginal lips.

Slowly teasing me.

My wetness mingling with his, getting me ready for what was to come.

He entered me but just ever so slowly. He would dip in, just a little, and then pull out; push in a little bit further, and pull out again. It was making me crazy.

"Oh f*ck.” I moaned out loud.

This whole time I had been a bit loud, gasping and calling out.

"That feels so good. It feels so damn good. I just want your d*ck inside me, now!"

Callum ignored my pleading and kept on with the slow teasing -the exquisite torture. Each time a little bit deeper.

Finally, f*cking finally, he was all the way in, with one hard thrust.

I gasped again.

"Ahhh, you are so f*cking tight. You feel so good, baby, oh, oh my gosh."

"You are so hard. Your big, hard c*ck feels so damn good."

He began to thrust faster while I moved my hips to match his rhythm. I could feel myself getting close, but I wanted to be on top. I pushed him over and mounted him, grinding my hips just the right way. Putting just the right pressure on my cl*t. I could feel my org**m building -taking over everything in my body.

My breathing quickened.

It was like I was entirely consumed by lust and pleasure.

Finally, I was pushed over the edge, and I cried out.

I held Callum for a minute, and he held me. When the moment had died down, I started moving gently again. Already I could feel another org**m building.

Callum sat up I got on all fours. He then f**ked me from behind. I yelled out with each thrust, each time his balls slapped my cl*t; each time his giant d*ck filled me to the hilt. I moved my hand to my cl*t to help things along. I came again just as I could feel him burst inside me. Waves of hot c*m filled me up.

He moaned with pleasure as he collapsed on my back. We both fell back onto the bed together. He wrapped his arms around me, and we basked in the afterglow.

We did not even speak, and I fell asleep right there, completely filled with bliss. Colette was long forgotten about.

Colette Smith (P.O.V.)

I do not know what this feeling was, but it was like a gut feeling. My anxiety had randomly increased out of nowhere and I felt like there was something happening that I should know about. Was it my intuition? It could be. Whenever I had this feeling, I would usually get some sort of bad news or discover something bad about Callum. Whether it was to be by snooping around and finding out he is talking to a girl that he has not told me about or simply putting two and two together and connecting the dots to a lie he told me months ago.

I could not sleep. It was about one in the morning now and ever since Callum called me to let me know he was not coming home; I just could not bring myself to fall asleep. Maybe it is because I was excited for him to come home to me so that I could take care of his drunken soul and when he called to tell me he was not coming home I felt really disappointed. I told myself that he would never cheat on me, but honestly, if you put a hungry horse next to a bowl of food, would he not eat it eventually?

Callum is the type to become extremely horny when he was drunk. He is the type of guy to live in the moment. He was more of an act now, face the consequences later’ type of guy. I would like to believe that he would not try to do anything with Lisa, although I did not trust Lisa not to try to do anything with him. The girl was so envious of our relationship and my life, I would not put it against her if she thought she could steal him away from me to have what I have. Which is a stupid way of thinking, I know. Like, what is the point of making a taken man leave his partner to be with you? What makes you think another woman cannot come along after the fact and take him away from you as well?

I never understood that kind of thinking. It was pointless.

I was currently sitting in bed going through social media as I normally would do when I could not sleep. I could not count the number of times I checked Callum’s and Lisa’s social media profiles to see if they had posted anything. I wanted to call them really badly, but I also did not want to kill their vibe by constantly checking in on them.

I know to myself that I have posttraumatic stress disorder and trust issues when it comes to this sort of thing, so I could never know for sure if my mental state is just weak and is affecting my thought process. This may be trusting blindly but as a wise man once said, ‘to be trusted, you must give trust; to be loved, you must love first.’

I was currently on Callum’s laptop because mine had broken, and we did not have money to fix it and I had a lot of assignments to do so Callum loaned me his own. He is not currently going to school because he dropped out a while ago and just never had the encouragement or the motivation to go back, so he did not really have any use for the laptop besides playing games on it when he was in the mood.

I decided to take a detour throughout Callum’s laptop. I never got a chance to really go through it before, because since I got it, he has always been around me.

I opened it and went into the pictures library. Upon clicking on it, I could see that his iCloud is connected to it.

Interesting.

I clicked on it and went into pictures only to have my stomach drop. There were a bunch of pictures and videos of him having s*x with different women. I recognized them as his exes so I knew to myself that it was not recent. That did not take away from the fact that his keeping these things, were not disgusting in any way, shape, or form. Why would he keep these?

As I scrolled through them, I recorded a video of everything on my phone and sent it to him.

Why do you still have these?

I said in the message, and I sent it to him.

I continued to scroll through it before I began to feel self-conscious about myself. These girls were all so pretty. They had big breasts compared to my tiny pecks. He looked so happy with them. Collectively they seemed like his type, and I looked nothing like them. This saddened me. Maybe this is why he refuses to post me on social media and show me off to his friends. Maybe this is why he is always so reluctant to tell girls I am his girlfriend.

I grew tired of watching all of the videos and pictures and exited the album. I was unable to access anything else in his iCloud unless I logged in on the browser, so I gave up. Just then I recalled a couple of flash drives that Callum found while we were packing his things before he moved in.

I remember grabbing it from him and jokingly asking him what the flash drives contained, and he said that they were really old and that he had no idea what they had on them. I remembered vividly where he put them and probably forgot about them.

I got off from the bed and made my way into the other room which stored all of his bags. I found the two flash drives and made my way back onto the bed where the laptop stayed waiting for me to investigate further. I put in the first flash drive and went into the pictures folder.

The first picture to pop up was a nude picture from one of his exes.

Wow.

I checked the date and time stamp on the file only to see that they were uploaded onto the flash drive a month ago at four o’clock in the morning.

“So, he lied to me, again. Disgusting.”

I went on to go through the rest of the pictures and collectively they were just a bunch of nude pictures and s*x videos with him and other girls. They were all uploaded onto the flash drive a month ago.

As the rage boiled in me, I took pictures and videos of everything on the flash drives then I formatted both of them and I placed them onto the nightstand where I knew he would find them eventually. I pulled out my phone and opened i********:. I found his exes' profiles and I messaged them.

For each one, I sent a picture and video of their own s****l content, and I wrote,

This is you right? Found them on Callum’s laptop and flash drives and thought I should bring it to your attention. I deleted all that I could but there is no telling whether or not he has copies somewhere else. Just thought I should warn you.

Immediately they responded with angered thoughts, and I smiled brightly. Now I get to see his true colors and I know exactly what to do when he gets back home.

Oh my gosh! I cannot believe him. He told me he got rid of all of those pictures and videos. Thank you for letting me know. I am so angry at him right now. That is just so creepy.

One of them said and I agreed. My former boyfriend did the same thing. He collected nudes from girls since he was of the age of twelve years old, and he justified it by saying that he kept them in the case that one of them leaked his nudes. It was so creepy. From the day I found out about his collection, I contacted his exes and told them about his collection, and I tried to delete their pictures. However, I never had any of his passwords so that was really hard to do. Especially considering the fact that he would never leave me alone with his phone in the same room even if it was locked because he was cheating on me since the first day, we became official.

Satisfied with my findings, I shut off the laptop and decided to try to get some sleep. I am one hundred percent certain that when Callum gets home, he would do anything and everything in his power to gaslight me about the situation.

With that thought in mind, I laid down and closed my eyes; ready to welcome sleep whenever it decided to pay me a visit. 

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

I was awoken from my deep slumber by a body tossing and turning beside me. I assumed Colette was having a nightmare of some sort, as she did have night terrors sometimes, so I wrapped my arm around her tiny body and pulled her closer to me. Except, this body was not tiny, and it felt very voluptuous, to say the least.

I opened my eyes wide and immediately sat up in bed. I looked at the unknown person beside me only to realize that we were both naked and I was lying next to Lisa…Lisa Warden.

Oh my gosh! What did I do? What have I done?

I slapped my cheek a couple of times to further wake me up, hoping this was a dream.

It was not.

What have I done?

My girlfriend is pregnant and here I am in bed with another woman. Her friend of all things.

I f*cked up big time.

I got off the bed and immediately made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed a container of the morning after pill but in powder form and took a carton of orange juice out of the fridge. I was not certain the juice had not expired but, at the moment, I was too busy panicking to care about that.

I poured some juice into a glass and added about two tablespoons of the contraceptive to it. It is probably an overdose, but it is not like I have no done this before, so I was certain she would not die. After I diluted the contraceptive into the juice properly, I walked back into my room and shook Lisa violently.

Damn it.

Wake up you stupid b*tch.

“Lisa…Lisa…wake up.”

Lisa stirred for a bit in her sleep before she woke up. I impatiently watched as she slowly opened her eyes and rubbed them while smiling at me. What does she think this is? I could only hope she does not think I would leave Colette for her.

As soon as she came to, I placed the glass of orange juice on the nightstand and walked off into the bathroom.

“Drink all of it,” I demanded and entered the bathroom to rinse myself of last night’s infidelities.

I needed to get home as soon as possible. I felt so guilty about what I had done that I could not stand the thought of being away from Colette at the moment. The more time I stayed away from her now, the more I began to overthink the situation. Like, what if she knows or suspects something already between Lisa and me?

I just wanted to get home and do some damage control.

After I got done with washing my hair and my body, I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way back into the bedroom. I stood in front of the mirror and inspected my body for any possible indications or signs that I had s*x last night. I made sure to pay close attention to my neck for hickeys and my back for scratch marks that would appear due to Lisa’s apparent need to utilize her false nails on my back while in ecstasy.

I approached the bed and looked at Lisa as she was sprawled across the bed, showcasing her naked body.

“Get up, get dressed, and get out,” I said to her sternly.

“But baby, do you not want round three? I had a lot of fun last night. It does not have to end.” Lisa said seductively and smirked at me.

Wow, I really stuck my d*ck in that?

“What I want right now, is for you to get out before I put you out.”

I really should not be threatening her like this. She could end my relationship so easily right now. She had the advantage, and she did not know it but I was not about to act like it either. Fake it until you make it, right?

“Fine. Be that way. But do not come crawling back to me when she cannot give you what I can.”

I chuckled in disbelief. Wow. How could anyone be that heartless toward someone who has done nothing but forces themselves to be considerate and kind to them?

I stood in the middle of the room and followed Lisa around as she got dressed and collected her things that were strewn all over the place. Before she could leave, I checked the nightstand to see if she drank all of the juice and was happy to find an empty glass.

Just to be safe, I walked around the bed and even checked outside of the window to make sure she did not pour the juice anywhere else other than in her throat. Lisa is always boasting about being super fertile, I did not and could not risk her getting pregnant.

Eventually, Lisa got done collecting her things and stormed out of the apartment without even a goodbye.

How rude of her.

Now, time to clean the apartment before I make my wake home. I could not smell it, but I could only assume that the apartment smelled like s*x and sweat so just to be safe, I had to clean thoroughly to clear the air.

To start, I removed all of the sheets and pillowcases from the bed, picked up the clothes I wore from the floor, and added them to the basket of dirty clothes I already had piling up in the corner of my room. I grabbed the basket and made my way downstairs to the laundry room where I proceeded to shove everything into the washing machine. I added extra laundry detergent and whatever it is that makes my clothes smell nice. I left that to wash, and I made my way back upstairs.

I put clean sheets and pillowcases on my bed then made my way into the bathroom and cleaned it with bleach. I know it is a strong cleaning agent, but it made cleaning so much easier and better. When I had successfully cleaned the bathroom, along with the sink, mirror, and toilet, I grabbed a mop bucket and filled it with water.

I added a little bit of bleach and Lysol all-purpose cleaner to the water and proceeded to mop the bathroom floor and then my bedroom floor. When that was done, I sprayed the room with a vanilla-scented air freshener and closed the bathroom and bedroom door so that the scent would stay in the room longer. At least to my assumption. 

During all of this heavy cleaning, I had failed to realize that I have not checked my phone since I woke up. I had been so worried about Colette that I forgot to even text Colette for the morning. How stupid could I be? I went back into my bedroom and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

I saw two messages from Colette. The first one was sent with a video. I clicked on it and saw what she was showing me. My heart stopped. Damn it. How I could I leave that there.

I immediately responded to it to do some damage control.

I thought I deleted all of those things, but I guess they were backed up from my iCloud. I do not even know how that happened. When I get home, I will delete them.

The second message from Colette said,

Wow, ten o’clock in the morning and not even a good morning text message from you. I hope you are having fun.

I sighed heavily and began to type my response.

I am sorry baby since I woke up, I have been incredibly busy. When I woke up, I decided to clean the apartment because it smelled dusty, and I had a pile of clothes to wash so I am dealing with all of that right now.

To prove my point further, I recorded a video of the bedroom and the bathroom to show her my progress. Immediately after I sent it, she responded to me.

Ok.

Yup, she is definitely upset.

Damn, today is really not my day.

I quickly finished cleaning the living room and the kitchen before I made my way downstairs to the laundry room to collect my laundry. Duh.

Shortly after I returned to the apartment, I shoved all of my clothes into my closet and grabbed my things to make my way home. For a moment I panicked when I got downstairs to the parking lot and did not see my car until I remembered I left it at the club.

I quickly walked over to the parking lot there and found my car. I walked over to the driver’s side and panicked at what I saw. On the side of the car was a deep scratch which formed the words ‘last night was really fun baby’.

In severe panic mode, I reached into my car and searched for anything that could help me cover the deep scratches. Fortunately, upon searching my trunk, I found a few sheets of rough sandpaper. I grabbed all of it and immediately began rubbing the words out of the car.

This is not good at all. 

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

Callum does not know who he is messing with, but I will show him. There is no point in him staying with Colette. I am the one he wants to be with. If he really wanted to be with her, he would not have risked his entire relationship to spend just one night with me and even he admitted it. He told me he loved me. He told me that he has wanted to be with me. Maybe he just does not know how to break it off for her. I am not going to be the one to break the news to her but maybe he needs persuasion…some encouragement if I may.

As I made my way home from his apartment, I pondered on what I could possibly do as my next step in this situation. I wanted to make sure that Callum is happy and if that means breaking a few hearts then I guess I will have to do just that. Colette is going to get in the way of things and I could not let that happen but before I take drastic measures I will give Callum time to collect his thoughts and devise a plan.

Gosh! I am so excited for us to be together. Finally!

Last night was magical and I am sure it felt that way for both of us. The way he made love to me and took care of my body last night was amazing. Every time I thought about it, there was just a pool of warmth that would form between my thighs.

I know he panicked this morning, which is why he reacted that way, but I let his behavior slide. He was simply in shock and probably saddened by the fact that he now has to leave Colette but there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

If he leaves Colette, then he gets to be with me. Our relationship will be amazing. I would cook food for him every day, make sure he is fed the right way, unlike the cheap meals she prepares for him to carry to work!

She takes him for granted and it hurts me so much to see that.

Just you wait baby, I will be right here waiting for you. 

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

I was unsure of what to do. Do I make a police report on vandalism? Do I take the car to the repair shop? Do I go home and tell my pregnant girlfriend I cheated on her with her crazy friend? I felt like screaming to the top of my lungs as I drove back home. I could not even think straight, I felt so anxious and nervous about the whole ordeal.

I could not say for sure what Lisa would do or what she was planning to do so I did not know what course of action to take. Maybe she was just upset that I rejected her this morning and was so harsh to her after she had just given me her body last night. I know I should not have been that harsh but I panicked. I could not believe that I allowed myself to do that. I felt stupid. I hated what I had done.

The more I thought about the situation, the more what-ifs popped into my head. What if I had not gone to the club with her? What if I had stayed home with my girlfriend instead of adhering to her pleas? What if Colette had gone with us instead of staying at home? What if I had just drunk responsibly and come home last night instead of staying at my apartment? What if I had left Lisa alone at my apartment and come home to Colette? 

What I do know for sure at this moment is that I needed to get home to Colette to ensure she is okay.

All of these scenarios played out in my head. The more I thought about it all, the more I felt like banging my head against a wall, but I tried to be positive. I regret my actions and there is not a part of me that does not want to change what happened and what I have done, or the harm potentially brought upon Colette. To me, that is an indication that I have recognized my wrongdoings and I am prepared to face the consequences. There is no room to be ignorant in a detrimental situation like this. Colette’s mental state is at risk all because of me and now that she is finally pregnant after trying to conceive for so long, I just know that this is going to be painful to her.

I sighed heavily and rubbed my head in frustration. Why must I be so stupid?

I drove into the driveway of the house and my anxiety automatically increased. I could see Colette in the kitchen. She looked stressed out and I instantly felt horribly again. I parked the car and got out. I made my way into the house while I tried to calm myself down as I was mentally preparing myself for what is to come. 

“Hey, baby,” I said sweetly as I walked up behind Colette while she stood in the kitchen cooking food.

She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes.

I wrapped my arms around her waist only to be rejected as she tore my arms off her body.

Ouch.

“What is there for lunch today?” I asked her.

A second attempt at getting a conversation going. I could not take the silence. The more silence there was between us, the more I felt like she knew something, and she was just waiting to lay it on me.

Colette ignored me and walked away.

“What is wrong?” I asked her as if I did not already know.

She ignored me yet again and entered the bedroom. I followed her shortly after only to stop dead in my tracks.

On the bed, lying down in all her glory, just casually scrolling through social media was Lisa f*cking Warden. She looked up at me when she realized I was in the room and her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.    

Still ignoring me, Colette left the bedroom and went into the bathroom. I took her absence as an opportunity to get Lisa out of the house.