Mother's Obsession

The Verdict

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Lisa continued to explain to me about her fantasies as I was forced to lay still on the bed and listen to her until my ears bled.

“When he just dives in face-first and just drowns in softness of my bre*sts... It is enough to make any man just f*cking explode! And they can be yours. All yours! You can squeeze them, slap them, suck them, f*ck them. You can pull out your fat d**k and cover them with hot, thick c*m! You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, because they will be yours! And I guarantee that these f*cking jugs will give you more pleasure and more happiness than anything than that sweet, little Miss Colette can give you! And when you finally get your hands on these udders... mmm, it will be better than your f*cking wedding night! I guarantee it." she affirmed.

She stood straight up, her boobs bouncing with this motion, before she smoothed out her skirt over her thighs.

If her a*s could do damage, her bre*sts could destroy worlds. Those were her biggest weapons, and she knew it. I know she used those suckers against me at every opportunity. For something as simple as asking her boss for a few days off, showing her cavernous cleavage, making him much more agreeable. She also used them for far more nefarious purposes, wearing indecently low-cut tops, showing off the luscious curves packed into her blouse, teasing her target with the soft fleshy delights contained within, and the promise of seeing them bare in exchange for giving her the promotion she wanted.

I could not stop myself from imagining myself seeing them bare. I could not help myself; it would be impossible not to. I could only hope that I would react in the way I told myself I would, rejecting her, but I could not help but think I would have the same reaction so many others did. I would drool over them. They would render me speechless. I would want to dive in face-first in worship, to gratefully become one of the many men who fallen to their knees before her, a submission that would no doubt be amazing. I would want to get my hands on those big, soft jugs and go to town. I would open my mouth to take...

I shook my head again, trying to erase these stray thoughts. This had to end. I had to be done with this.

"So, I think I have made a pretty clear case as to why I am not just the best candidate for the position, but the only one," she said, carrying on again as if this was a normal presentation despite the fact that her bra-clad bre*sts were hanging out, bouncing lusciously with every little movement she made.

"I am beautiful, better looking than all the other girls, AND especially your girlfriend, and a man in your position deserves and needs to be surrounded by the best. Plus, I have that kind of beauty and sexiness that lets everyone know that I am totally game to get down in the dirtiest ways imaginable. This body should make my case for me as to why this job should mine. This is a body that deserves to be among the elite. This is a corporate body, and it should be treated as such. Not only does this body belong to be used and taken by you whenever you see fit, but I do also as well. I can be the tough, ruthless, cutthroat b***h a guy like you need. You have done well, but with me by your side, you can do so much more. You do business the dull way, the honest way, but me... I know how to play dirty. There is a reason someone like me has risen so high. I know what really motivates people. I know how to destroy your rivals, and these are all things I can teach you. You and I belong together. We are yin and yang. A perfect match. And, if it is not obvious by now, I know how to care for a man, better than your girlfriend has ever done. I am a better fit for you than her, by a long shot. You do not believe me? Most people have references, I have a little black book. Ask around, and you will find that I probably have not given myself enough credit for how good I am. So, I am the hottest candidate, the sexiest candidate, I have the best body, and the biggest bre*sts! And I can f*ck whenever you want, wherever you want, and however you want, so it would appear then that... I am the perfect candidate," she smiled brilliantly at me, flashing her pearly whites.

She then pulled back the chair she had been in at the start and sat down, disobediently bringing her smooth legs up onto the bed, crossing them in front of me, her high heels pointing at me.

"So... when are you doing to leave Colette for me?" she asked confidently, letting the question hang.

In this motion, she had clicked forward to the last side of her presentation. There were two pictures, next to each other. One was of my girlfriend, again in her underwear, smiling at herself in the mirror, happy with the image she was presenting, her slim body still clad in her frumpy underwear. Next to this picture was one of Lisa, also in my girlfriend's underwear, her luscious body barely contained by the garments. She had a smirk on her face, as if she knew that she had her competition beat. Knowing she was superior to the woman next to her in every way. Her huge, soft, mammoth jugs overflowing the cotton bra, the pressure they were exerting nearly shredding it. Her rock hard n*pples were pointing outward beneath the garment, as if she loved showing off other women's inferiority. On one side, my girlfriend, looking cute in her practical underwear. On the other side was Lisa, eyes glimmering with dark intentions, he lips curled wickedly, her body rocking the s**t out of a bra and panties that were not meant to look sexy. On Lisa, they looked indecent.

It was as if Lisa wanted to drive home one more time that she had my girlfriend beaten in every category. Looks, body, s*x appeal. And if these things were the only thing that mattered, she was surely the victor.

But she was not.

I looked at her, sitting there so confident, so convinced that she had won. The smug look on her face was almost enough to just make you want to put her in her place, but her smooth, sexy bre*sts, just bursting from her slim body, barely contained by her bra, was enough to take a step back. She thought she had me beat. She had me sitting in silence as she carried out this madness, convinced she had worn me down enough to have broken me. Sure, she was certainly sexy, there was no denying that. And... there had been moments of weakness on my part, but I was not so easily conquered. There was a reason I had done so well at being the good guy. If I could not handle a tough negotiation, I would not be here, and I always did my best when pushed into a corner. I had negotiated with some of the toughest negotiators in the world and survived.

I could handle Lisa Warden.

I glanced out the window, taking in the later afternoon sun shining over the various buildings.

After taking in her offer, I made my response.

"Well, first of all, I want nothing to do with you. I want you to never contact Colette or me and I want you to keep your mouth shut about whatever happened between you and me. Please take note that it was a mistake, and it will never happen again." I began, and this moment of seeming rejection only made her smile.

"I can lay out the various reasons why. s****l harassment. Inappropriate behavior in the workplace. Whatever, but needless to say, today is your last day that either Colette or myself will ever see you around. The way you have conducted yourself today was enough to talk your way out of a pretty good friendship, but I think we both know you were probably underqualified for that position anyway seeing as you saw it fit to betray someone who has been nothing but kind to you." I stated, causing her to sigh in mock offense. 

"You need to understand that using your body and your looks can only get you so far, that in the end, what matters is what is on the inside, your personality, your work ethic..." I stated firmly, but she only rolled her eyes, as if I was dreadfully naïve. "Looks fade, but your image and reputation lasts. What takes you places is hard work, being a good person, and doing things right."

"Ha!" she barked with laughter.

She walked around the bed now.

"I know it sounds trite, but it is what has gotten me here." I began. "You are not going to get any job worth having just by throwing yourself at people, using your body. Success does not happen like that. You are not stupid, Lisa, but you need to change if you want to have a boyfriend like me." Her eyes were lazily drifting from me, as if barely listening to my lecture. And finally, after going this madness for too long, I finally lost my cool.

"LISA!" I called out, slamming my fist onto the table, causing her to jump, her eyes landing back on me, her eyes wide.

"Oh my God!" she sighed, staring at me.

"You have no idea how turned on I am right now. I LOVE seeing you angry." Lisa said and I laughed to myself a bit as I tried to hold my tongue.

Finally, I calmed myself and continued.

"The worst thing..." I paused, knocking my knuckles on the bed

"The worst thing you did was disparage my girlfriend. That, I cannot abide. In what universe do you think saying awful things like that would convince me to like you? In what way does showing how rude and nasty you really are could make me want to befriend you? You have a lot to learn, Lisa. A lot. About how business is actually done, and how professionals carry themselves. Your looks, the size of your bre*sts, you’re a*s... none of these things matter as much as you think." Lisa rolled her eyes again. "You need to learn how to respect other people, but most of all, you need to learn how to respect yourself."

She could not contain her laughter, her bre*sts bouncing as she did so. I was undeterred.

"Throwing yourself at men to get ahead, calling yourself a slut... Lisa, you need to solve your own issues before taking them out on others. You are not happy with the life you have; you see the worst in yourself, and therefore you see the worst in others. The whole basis of your argument as to why I should be with you is that you are attracted to me, and you secretly think I am attracted to you, because you are convinced that someone like me has this... 'secret dark side'. You assume the only reason someone could like you is if they are not actually a good person, but maybe you cannot believe the fact that, after spending your life seducing men who would have you, or going to nightclubs and picking up men there, maybe you found yourself unsatisfied. Maybe you wanted more. Maybe you just cannot believe that you would actually be attracted to a good, decent guy."

She was taken aback by this argument, but she stammered over her words a bit, not being able to find a reply. She looked down slightly. For the first time, I felt like I struck a nerve. I think I finally got through to her about how wrong she was. I felt confident about that. (Hey, like I said, I am pretty good at negotiating.) I looked down at her, again noting her state of undress, her big creamy, smooth, soft bre*sts hanging out, clad in her lacy red bra. I looked away, suddenly paranoid that someone would call Colette to let her know I was not in work yet.

"Okay, Lisa, it is time for this farce to end. Cover yourself up, gather your things, and let me leave. We can gather up the contents of your delusion. No one has to know about his. Let me go home, Lisa, and really think about what happened today, how wrong you were, and maybe, just maybe, you can learn something." I paused, looking at Lisa. I expected her to admit defeat and let me go but I was wrong.

I was wrong. I was so wrong.

She was bent over the bed, her back to me, her skirt clinging to her rear end. She looked back at me, and any thoughts that I had gotten through to her disappeared upon seeing the smirk on her face.

"Oh, this is not over yet," Lisa boasted. "Let us see if this changes your mind."

With that, she reached back, and pulled her skirt up, sliding the taut material up until, finally, her round a*s emerged, bared to my eyes. Her skirt was now bunched up around her waist, allowing her a*s to be displayed fully, but it was not completely exposed. My eyes did not settle on the firm, round, jutting cheeks. It settled in between on the tiny red thong splitting the cheeks. It was the same red thong that had caught my eye earlier when her underwear was laid out on her bed, and now, I was seeing it in action, used in the way it was meant to, tucked between her beautiful round a*s-cheeks. I studied the delightful way the tiny string disappeared between the cheeks. It was the first time I had seen a thong on a girl in real life, and I was momentarily transfixed. In my stupor, my mouth fell open and I immediately closed it.

"This is one of the many positions you will find me on daily basis when you become my boyfriend," Lisa said, undeterred from her mission. She reached behind herself, slapping her a*s, causing the right cheek to jiggle. She then bent over the bed even further, resting on her bre*sts so she could reach behind herself, pulling her a*s-cheeks apart, exposing the full cleft of her a*s-crack. I could see the entire length of the string of her thong, and behind it, barely hidden, was her bare, exposed a**hole. My momentary stupor was shaken, and I was filled with a sudden panic.

This needed to end, now.

"Lisa! Please... just let me leave! Cover yourself up and let me leave. Do not make me call the police." I began. "Because I will, and then..."

SMACK!

She slapped her a*s firmly, and my anger soon disappeared as I watched the now bare, round, smooth a*s-cheek ripple with the force of the spank. My words left my mouth at this delicious sight, my anger temporarily forgotten.

"Uh, Lisa, put your clothes on, and let me leave," I told her, with not quite as much anger.

I shook my head, looking away, wanting this to just be done. I rested my hand on the doorknob again, pausing, waiting for her to put her clothes back on so I could just open the door and leave without the fear of being caught.

I would not be so lucky.

She released her grip on her own a*s and pushed herself up, her butt jiggling mouth-wateringly again as she stood. She turned back to face me, pushed herself upward, and rested her round a*s against the bed. With a firm pull, she yanked down her skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Her red-lace covered crotch was now exposed to me, and then, as she pushed herself back to fully sit on the bed, she spread her legs apart lewdly, running her fingers down over her covered pu**y. The thong underwear was tiny, and it barely covered her nether regions, and it confirmed her earlier boast. If she had any sort of landing strip or anything like that, with as little as the thong covered, that hair would be visible. No, Lisa Warden was completely shaved.

Lisa leaned back onto the bed, resting on her elbows, bringing her high-heel clad feet up onto the mattress, keeping them spread apart, the tiny material molding over her nearly exposed v****a. With her top splayed open, her bra-clad bre*sts were jutting out, bouncing around as she made this movement. All signs of the professional woman she had been acting as was now gone, now looking every bit like the slut, she boasted to be.

"Lisa... this needs to stop!" I pled with her.

"Face it Callum... we are not leaving this bedroom without having s*x. That is been true from the moment I walked in here. That is how this end, and you have known that from the start. The minute I came in here shaking my hot a*s and huge bre*sts, you knew we would be getting all hot and sweaty. I would be teaching you exactly how business should be done. So, relax, take off your clothes, get comfortable. I am ready for you," she said, sliding her hand down, rubbing her thong covered crotch between her fingers.

A silence fell as I tried to figure out a plan, a small moan of pleasure coming from her direction. This exposure from her was causing me pause, but as I thought about it, I realized that no matter what I said, she was not walking out of here without getting what she wanted.

I really only had one choice. I guess she pushed me to this.

I reached into my pocket to find my phone, but it was not there.

“Where is my phone?” I asked Lisa.

"Mm, what are you doing?" she asked, still rubbing herself. "Want to take a picture?" she inquired confidently.

"No..." I replied. "I want to call the police." I said simply, looking around the room for a phone.

I had gotten majority of my senses back as the drug wore off, so I was able to move more.

"Why do that?" she asked innocently.

"I can tell you like what you see," she said, glancing down to my crotch. I was pulled away from my task at this, following her gaze to the now prominent bulge pushing outward and very much visible because my d**k was already out of my pants. Apparently, despite my brain knowing better, my d**k was loving what Lisa was doing.

No... it could not be.

"No, it is just..." I stammered, straightening my pants over myself, and bending in slightly, trying to hide my bulge from her hungry eyes. As I did this, an explanation came to mind that would explain this off.

"No, I am meeting my girlfriend after work, and... It has been about a week for us." Yeah, I was hard for my girlfriend, eager to meet her for our romantic weekend together, and not for this half-dressed, illicit, scheming seductress in my neighborhood. I am so NOT attracted to women like Lisa, not now, not ever.

"Oh, okay, that makes sense," Lisa responded with a condescending smile, clearly not believing me, nodding her head as she rubbed herself. I shook my head, not knowing why I had decided to explain myself.

"I do not need to explain myself to you," I said, mostly to myself. I refocused on searching for a phone. I pondered on just screaming loud enough for the neighbors to come over.

"How about..." she began, pulling her hands off herself and pushing herself off the bed and onto her feet. I raised my gaze for a moment to look at her.

"Instead of using that phone to make a silly phone call, how about you use it to take a picture of these." As she started to slowly saunter towards me, she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. Before I could pull my eyes away, the lace garment sprung from her soft, jutting bre*sts, falling to the floor.

For the first time, I was staring at Lisa Warden's huge, naked bre*sts. And despite everything I had been saying, all the denials I had made, I was certainly staring. I could not rip my eyes away.

They were amazing.

As put-off and angry as I was with Lisa, I could not help but admit that her bre*sts were absolutely perfect. They were so huge! I had never seen a pair of bre*sts this big. I mean, I certainly was not the type of guy on the lookout for big boobs, but now that I was staring at them, I could certainly understand the appeal. They were enormous, jutting out from her fit body. They were full and firm, only making it more amazing that they somehow fit in a bra in a professional top. Those suckers looked like they could not be contained. They rode high on her chest, and their fullness allowed each of the mammoth udders to press into the other, naturally forming a deep line of cleavage. And her bre*sts looked so soft and smooth, the firm, tanned flesh rippling and jiggling with each step. Each of the huge boobs were capped by a hard, throbbing n****e, surrounded by a smooth, pink areola, pointing outward, begging to be sucked on.

They were perfect.

Yes, they looked amazing. Even I could see that. Her rack was enormous, and the soft, squishy flesh was practically begging for a pair of worshipful hands to squeeze them lustily. As much as I hated to admit it, I was tempted. They looked so soft! And those n*pples... just fantastic! As much as I loved my girlfriend, she did not have a pair of mammoth jugs like these. She did not have much in the way of bre*sts to speak of, to be honest. Not that that kind of thing really mattered, but it was certainly not a negative to have huge bre*sts on your side. That deep, dark, purely instinctual side of me wanted to plant my hands on those suckers and never let go. But I knew better. As tempting as they looked, I knew that only bad could come from touching those. A pair of bre*sts like those could make a man do bad things, and I was smarter than that.

But damn, were those boobs sexy.

I tried to clear my head, but it was difficult. They were amazing bre*sts, but that should be the last thing that matters. But still, they were hard to ignore. Hard to forget. Hard to prevent from being burned into my brain.

She could see I was shaken by this sight. My phone was now at my side, momentarily forgotten. She was stepping toward me slowly, each step taken with purpose.

"Lisa! Put your damn clothes back on, now! And get the hell..." I began, my anger boiling over, but she interrupted my words by shaking her bre*sts side-to-side, and my vision was arrested once again. The sight of all the soft, succulent flesh bouncing, they took the words right out of me.

"I can tell you like what you see," Lisa said, her voice an insidious purr. "You can be honest with me, Callum. As your girlfriend, honesty is the best policy, so I want you to be truthful with me. I want you to be honest when I ask... do you want to squeeze my big, soft, naked bre*sts, Callum?" she asked, shaking her smooth, jugs side-to-side, causing them to hypnotizingly bounce again, her hard n*pples dancing through the air.

My eyes were again drawn to them, against my will, watching them move with every step. My mouth was dry, preventing me from responding. I do not know why I could not find the words to speak as soon as she made her bre*sts or a*s shake for me. It was truly as if they were hypnotizing. It was as if each mouth-watering bounce was stifling the logical side of me, making all thoughts of resistance submit.

"You want my bre*sts, Callum. I know you do. You have always wanted to squeeze them. Even though you know I am the neighborhood wh*re, and you are happily taken, and that you should just know better, you have always wanted to get your hands on these," she affirmed, poking each of her bre*sts with her fingers, pressing into the squishy flesh.

"You know it is wrong, but my bre*sts are so big! It would feel so good to just squeeze them, right? Touch them, play with them, use them to your heart's content. No one would blame you. There is not a man alive that does not want to get his hands on these, but not as much as you do. You have wanted them from the first time you laid eyes on me. I have seen you looking. Watching them bounce when I walk. Eyeing my cleavage when you thought I was not looking, but I was. Every time we talked, you could not stop yourself from taking one, quick glimpse at my bre*sts, dying to one day see them bare."

That was not true, was it? I was not that kind of guy, to lecherously stare at an attractive woman.

"Now is your chance, Callum. Take them in your hands. Squeeze them. Feel the soft flesh between your fingers. You know want to. I love squeezing them, and you will too. Trust me. So, just... squeeze them. No one has to know. What is the harm of having one, quick feel?" she teased, her voice heavy with lust.

As she got closer, I moved back, my shoulder blades hitting the headboard, the phone in my hand forgotten.

As she approached, I was suddenly filled with a panic, as the entire dynamic between us changed, as if she had taken full control of the situation. As if her exposing her bre*sts had given her complete control. Suddenly feeling like a caged animal, I now realized my only course of action was to run.

Just get away, damn the consequences. Lisa Warden was not stopping, and just refusing to play this game anymore was the only play I had to make.

I let my hand rest on the phone, about to dial 911 and escape from here, only to suddenly hear voices nearby.

Damn!

I could easily shout for help, and everything would be fine. I will be able to leave without committing another mistake. Listening for a moment, I realized I was hearing the voices of the gardeners, having come in around the neighborhood once in a while.

I could burst out now, but if I did, they would see me and a half-naked woman, someone everyone in the neighborhood already knows about. They would surely get the wrong idea. Rumors could spread like wildfire, which could bring a black eye to both me and Colette. I know Colette trusted me and would have my back. If anyone asked why there was a half-naked slut in here with me, I would just tell them the truth, and Colette would back me up. She knew me, and they certainly knew Lisa, so they would surely believe me. I would escape any serious trouble, but they would blame me for even giving Lisa the opportunity to pull a stunt like this.

They would think less of me for getting overwhelmed like this. They did not want me to talk her in the first place. And Colette's Dad... he would never look at me the same way. He would never be able to quite look at me almost like a son ever again. With all the risk I would face leaving the neighborhood, I felt my hand slide off the phone once more, not even thinking that there was a phone in front of me that were dying to have my hands resting on them.

No... I could not go down that road. I could not think like that. I had to stand up to Lisa. I had to find another way out of this.

But they looked so good!

What would be the harm.

I am smart. I am a negotiator. I should not be able to be outmaneuvered by Lisa Warden. I had to do this. I had to stop her. I just had to figure out a way to get out of this without immersing my hands in her massive boobs. But she was getting within arm's reach now, and she was not stopping.

"Lisa... this is a bad idea... do you not want to earn this job the honest way, and not use your body?" I asked, searching for anything to stop her.

"No, I am fine using my hot body," she replied simply, with a wicked smile. 

"It has gotten me this far, and besides... I love s*x! I love f*cking as hard as possible, with guys as hot as possible, with d*cks as huge as possible and clearly, you match up there!" she said with a laugh, gazing at my still bulging crotch. 

"And it is all the sweeter when those guys are married to plain, pathetic, boring girls who have no idea how to please a man. Who are practically BEGGING for someone else come along and steal their man from them." She paused about a foot in front of me, her striking eyes holding my gaze, biting her lip, as if barely holding herself back from jumping my bones.