Mother's Obsession

A Cheater's Conscious

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

"You are such a f*cking b*tch!" I grunted out.

"Do not talk about my girlfriend!" I urged her, still f*cking her firmly with the full length of my throbbing c*ck.

"You love it!" she proclaimed, kissing my cheek again.

"You love to hear your f*cking girlfriend get f*cking trashed. You love hearing me make fun of your dumb, boring, plain girlfriend! You love hearing about how much better of a body I have then her. You love hearing me talk about how much bigger my huge bre*sts than her tiny little boobies."

I began f*cking her harder in anger.

"Ahhh! Yeah! That is, it! Yes! Show me how much you hate me by f*cking me harder! Yes!" She urged me, her ass slamming into me as I drilled her.

"I am prettier than your girlfriend! I have... ugh f*ck... I have better hair! Yes! A prettier face! Uhh! Longer legs! Sh*t yes! A better ass! Bigger f*cking bre*sts! F*ck! I have a better body than your girlfriend and you f*cking love me more because of it. F*CK YES!" She screamed out, my f*cking getting harder and harder progressively as she insulted my girlfriend more and more.

My anger was about to boil over, as were my swollen nuts.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"UGGHHHHH F*CK!" she cried out; her voice almost hoarse as I slapped her ass in anger.

Her pu**y squeezed my c*ck as her body tightened and shook, the pleasure feeling even better. My hands gripped her bre*sts roughly, before I let my fingers find her hard n*pples, tweaking the rubbery nubs hard.

"AHHHHH YES! UGH!" she said, thrusting back at me hard, the pain turning her on even more.

"F*ck me harder than you have ever f*cked your ugly, dumbass girlfriend! Give me your best! Do not save any for that piece of sh*t, pathetic excuse of a woman!"

"You are f*cking evil!" I said, f*cking her faster.

Both of us were coated with a sheen of sweat as this f*ck went on and on.

"And you f*cking love it!" she called out with a laugh. "I am the evil, cutthroat b*tch you need at your side. F*ck yes!" she moaned out, her fingernails digging into my neck as hard as my hands were digging into her firm rack.

"Look... look at us," she said, gesturing at the window with her chin. I looked away from her bouncing bre*sts, up towards the window.

The sun was getting low over the city, and in the window, with the light the way it was, our translucent reflections were projected on the glass.

Lisa was front and center, her luscious body exposed to the world. Her firm frame, her bouncing, jiggling bre*sts, all displayed proudly and then, behind her was me, looking like a different person. My face twisted in pleasure, my hands very busy, sliding over and squeezing her mammoth bre*sts. Normally, I had no shame having an open window into the world, cause all the work I did in this neighborhood was work I took pride in but this, this was an act of corruption. A secret act. A dark act. An act that should be done behind closed doors. An act that should not happen at all but Lisa, she was making me do this. She was making me do this act in front of the entire world. There were people walking around the neighborhood, looking like busy bodies from where we were. There were cars driving on the room which from the bedroom window we could see them clearly, their lights shining, unaware of the nastiness going on in here.

Anyone looking in could see my corruption.

"This is where we belong..." Lisa said as I drilled her clutching pu**y.

"In a big neighborhood, in this room, looking at the street where there are so many passersby, risking the chance of getting caught. The normal people. People like us belong above the rest. People like us get to f*ck while other people just toil away, cause we deserve it. because we were built for it. Cause we are better than them." Lisa was officially letting her feeling of superiority fly.

"You are f*cking crazy!" I said, her pu**y feeling amazing.

I was getting close, and somehow, I could just tell, she was getting close too.

"You love it!" Lisa laughed, the side of her face rubbing against mine, a strangely intimate feeling act.

"You love my crazy ass! If you did not, you would not be f*cking my hot a*s over this big, fancy desk! You would not be feeling up my hot body! You would not be f*cking me while your i***t girlfriend waits for you at home! You would not be about to cuff my hot a*s to be at your side! F*ck yes!"

This statement caused me to laugh.

"Ughh... no! I am not taking you to become my girlfriend!" I said with an almost mocking laugh.

I did not hold out on cheating on my girlfriend, but actually becoming her boyfriend felt like a loss I was not willing to accept.

"I am not f*cking cuffing a slut like you!" I boasted, sliding my throbbing c*ck in and out of her roughly.

"God! That c*ck! Yes! F*ck... well, we will see if you change your mind once you fill my tight snatch with your creamy c*m! Once you fire off that thick, tasty c*m deep inside my fertile c*nt... once you know how good it feels to c*m inside me... yes, f*ck! Once you know that, you will be eating out of the palm of my hand! You will give me whatever the f*ck I want just to have my hot a*s and HUGE F*CKING BRE*STS BY YOUR SIDE! F*CK YES!" she screamed out, her body shaking.

I knew better than to c*m in her tight pu**y, but as I turned the corner, I could not stop myself. The idea was too tempting, and deep down, the only way our encounter had to end was with a cream-filled pu**y. I had to c*m in her pu**y, just to know I could do that and still not be conquered by her. If I could do that and walk away, I could be done with her forever.

Deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. I knew it made zero sense that c*mming in her pu**y was the way to avoid a continued affair, when it was in fact one of the surest ways to cement our affair for good because squirting my thick load nine-and-a-half inches deep in her fertile c*nt had a very good chance of ending in one very bad way for me. It could end with her being a impregnated slut with power over me, but that thought was not enough to stop me. I just kept driving into her, our bodies clutched together in heated, filthy s*x.

"F*ck me, Callum, f*ck me!" Lisa screamed out, her hips driving back at me.

My hips matched hers, our conjoined bodies a blur as we f*cked, both seeking the same outcome.

"Tell me, tell me you f*cking love it! Tell me you love my c*nt!" She started squeezing her c*nt hard around me between sentences, making me almost lose it.

"Tell me my c*nt means more to you than your girlfriend!"

Squeeze.

"Tell me you would throw away all those happy memories..."

Squeeze.

"Those romantic moments..."

Squeeze.

"That perfect life you two have ahead..."

Squeeze.

"Your perfect professional future..."

Squeeze.

"You would throw it all away to have my body again!"

Squeeze.

"All the things meant for your girlfriend..."

Squeeze.

"The money..."

Squeeze.

"The fancy clothes..."

Squeeze.

"The big house..."

Squeeze.

 "The beautiful babies..."

Squeeze.

"You will give all of those to me instead!"

Squeeze.

"Just to be able to f*ck me again! YES!" she said, her c*nt gripping my c*ck like a vise.

"AHHHH! F*CK!" I grunted, her twisted words sending a ripple down my c*ck. I was very close to losing it. I slowed down my pace, giving her slower, harder strokes.

"Yes! YES! F*ck me, Callum! F*ck me! Give me that fat f*cking taken c*ck!" Lisa squealed out.

"I want it! Make my slutty c*nt c*m, baby! Make me c*m! Fill my slutty pu**y with that hot, taken c*m! All that c*m that was supposed to end up inside Colette tonight... give it to me instead. Give it to your slut! Give your c*m to your f*cking wh*re! Give me the c*m you have been waiting years to give me! Please!" she begged, her nails digging into the back of my neck, gripping me roughly and despite myself, with her filthy words, I turned the corner, and my body went into overdrive.

I finally released her humongous bre*sts, my hands sliding back down to her hips, purely for the increased leverage. I drove into her harder, driving her up onto the desk as I deep-d*cked her. Our bodies were slamming into each other as a ripple went down my body.

I was about to explode.

"F*ck!" I grunted out, my hips a blur as drove into her, my fingers gripping her hips roughly.

"Oh my God!" she screamed out, her hands falling from my neck and landing back on the desk.

"Ahhh! I am going to c*m! I am going to f*cking c*m! Make me c*m, Callum! F*ck my nasty c*nt! Make me f*cking c*m! Make my slutty pu**y c*m! Yes! Yes! YES! Fill me with that taken d**k! YES! YES! YES! YES!"

"Holy sh*t! I am going to c*m!" I said, driving forward, my c*ck about to explode right alongside her.

A spasm of pleasure shot through me as I f*cked her at a furious pace, about to find the pleasure I would been seeking for so long. My body was running on adrenaline, not feeling anything but the pressure from my d**k.

"Uh... UH... UGHH! YES! YES! YES!"

"F*CK... F*CK YES! YES! YES! YES! F*CK! I AM C*MING! YES!" Lisa screamed out, her c*nt spasming around me, sending me over the edge.

"AH! F*CK YES! UGH!" I grunted out, c*m exploding from my c*ck, the first savage band of thick c*m leaving my c*ck with an almost painful pleasure, firing off into her very unprotected pu**y. My balls flexed and tightened as my c*ck pumped thick, taken seed deep into the waiting clutches of her tight, clutching c*nt. I drive most of her body onto the desk as my body flexed against her, driving my c*ck deeper inside her as my c*ck kept filling her with hot c*m.

"Ah f*ck!" Lisa screamed, her body spasming wildly as she came, her limbs knocking her computer and some pictures of me off the desk, among other items, sending them to the floor with a crash.

Her sweaty naked body slid against the hard wood of the desk as our bodies jerked against each other, riding out our mutual orgasms. We were both mostly on the desk at this point, with me on top of her jerking body, my body flexing as I kept on firing more c*m deep inside her amazing c*nt. I was a grunting animal, at this point, my c*ck pumping a seemingly endless supply of thick c*m deep into her waiting snatch. Her tight c*nt was squeezing every last drop out of me, the tight walls clutching me, pulling me in deeper, not letting go till the job was done. Our bodies jerked against each other, until, at nearly the same moment, the tension left both of our bodies. The reservoir of c*m in my balls had seemingly run dry, and I collapsed on top of her, breathing deep, trying to recover.

A few minutes passes as we both gathered strength after the vicious f*ck we had just taken part of. Eventually, I began to recover, rational thought starting to re-enter my brain. As I lied on top of Lisa on the desk, I was finally able to think clearly. Everything that had just happened finally hit me.

Oh my God!

What had I just done?

Holy f*ck!

What the f*ck did I do?

I... I just cheated on my girlfriend!

I just cheated on the love of my life with... with this skank! The neighborhood slut! What the f*ck was I thinking? I knew better, I did. I knew exactly what could happen, yet I played it out anyway. I let this happen. What the f*ck was I thinking? I knew exactly what kind of woman Lisa was and I had let this farce play out to the point where I fell victim.

But at the end of the day, Lisa was not to blame. She had played her hand and it had worked on me. I had been seduced. I had cheated on my girlfriend. I might have been in a slightly more vulnerable state, but that was no excuse. I had s*x with another woman and not just any woman, but Lisa, an ambitious slut who had nothing going for her but her hot body and filthy mind. My girlfriend was everything you could ask for in a woman, but Lisa Warden... she was a self-proclaimed s*x object. A gorgeous face that just screamed pure s*x, long firm legs, a hot round, juicy a*s, and a pair of huge soft, smooth jiggling bre*sts. It was so wrong to value those things as being more important than things like personality and work ethic. Yet Lisa had dug in deep enough to find a part of me that did value a pair of huge bre*sts and a hot ass over my girlfriend, and I had succumbed.

I slid my body off of Lisa's and pushed myself back up onto my feet, pulling my semi-hard d**k from her taut pu**y. I felt dirty in all ways. I had been touched by Lisa's poisonous ways, and looking down at myself, my clothes were soaked with Lisa and I's combined sweat, and the clothes near my torso area were stained with our combined s*x-juices.   

I stumbled slightly as I found my balance, my limbs weakened from exertion. I backed away from Lisa and made it a point to not look at her luscious, splayed out body, knowing now how dangerous she was, and how easily she could grab hold of any weakness on my part. At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to just get away, but I was so disheveled and had so obviously just had s*x, that I had to pause and figure out what the f*ck to do. With all these thoughts racing through my brain, all this panic and guilt, I stumbled backwards, the back of legs hitting the bed, causing me to fall back into a seated position on the bed. I put my head in my hands, trying to figure out what to do.

I had betrayed my girlfriend. I was not the person I thought I was. How... how could I live with myself? How could I be around my girlfriend, seeing her pretty smiling face, and act like I had not betrayed her trust? Should I just come clean? Should I admit what happened to my girlfriend and deal with the consequences? I cannot imagine how badly she would be hurt and let down by my actions and her family... my residence there would be over. If they found out that I had cheated on their little princess, simply losing a place to stay or ever seeing Colette again might be the best outcome.

"Uhhh, f*ck that was good!" Lisa moaned out, recovering from her world shaking orgasm.

I could not help but glance up slightly, just in time to see her peel her sweat-soaked body off the heavy wooden desk, pushing herself up to her feet. Stumbling for balance, as I had done, she found her footing, amazingly still in her high heels. She stood up straight, putting her hands on her hips facing me, her juicy, sweaty naked body exposed to me again, her huge bre*sts bouncing slightly. Despite having been balls deep inside her, this was my first full-frontal view of her bare pu**y, completely shaved, the two small, puffy lips looked immaculate. I had to look away, burying my eyes in my palms, not letting this temptress pull me back in again.

 "So... I assume I have gotten the girlfriend position now, right?"

"No, Lisa... I do not think that is a good idea." I said, not even looking up at her.

"So..." she began, "You have s*x with the neighborhood’s biggest slut on a desk, you bend her over and ravage her, cheat on your girlfriend with her, you have the greatest s*x of your life with her, you c*m inside her tight, fertile c*nt, and then... you say you do not want to cuff her. Hahaha, I am sorry, that just does not make any sense. You can let me walk right now, but when I stroll back in here in a couple months clearly knocked up with your baby, and word gets out... I seem to think you will come to regret not being me." She paused for a moment, letting her threat linger, and I could hear her footsteps as she approached me.

"Face it, Callum... we are lovers now. You had hot s*x with the filthy neighborhood skank, Lisa Warden. I was right about you all along. You are not this perfect paragon of virtue... you are a man, a dirty, filthy nasty, hunk of man who wants what all other men want... the hottest women. The best pu**y... the roundest a*s... the biggest bre*sts. These things are what is actually important... these are the things you look for in a woman, deep down, and it is why I am a better woman than your girlfriend and That is why you f*cked me..."

"Lisa..." I interrupted, "Please... just go." I begged, still not looking up.

"Oh, it is too late for that..." Lisa replied simply.

Standing in front of me, she reached down and took hold of my chin, lifting my gaze up to meet hers. My eyes drifted over her bare pu**y, up her fit belly, to her mountainous, jutting bre*sts, before I met her smiling face.

"Callum, we are together now, whether you like it or not. I am your slut now. We have gone too far to go back. The only choice you have, if you want to be able to keep working this job, and to keep going home to that sweet, pretty girlfriend who loves you... is to make me your slut, permanently. You have already f*cked me, baby, and that is not going to stop. It cannot stop. It feels too f*cking good to stop now. That was the best s*x of my life... who would have thought I would get that from you? You are like me now... you need s*x constantly. You cannot walk away from this. You need this. Callum... you are just going to need to learn how to lie. All these people who trust you, your coworkers, your girlfriend, your father-in-law, they will believe anything you tell them. So, when they ask why you befriended the underqualified neighborhood slut, you can make something up, tell them how I blew your socks off in the interview, about how much potential you saw in me, say... whatever, and they will believe you because they trust you. They love you and they will believe whatever you tell them, because all your good honest work has earned that. You can get away with anything at this point, even f*cking your hot assistant. Despite their suspicions, despite the fact that the smartest, hottest, most brilliant, nice guy in the neighborhood befriended the neighborhood slut, the one with the huge bre*sts who has a reputation for sleeping her way to the top... they would not even question you. Sure, they might suspect something, but that trust you have built up will win out. So, you, see? You can get away with f*cking me for the rest of your life, and no one will suspect a thing and if you really think about it, at this point, after all the nasty things you did here today... the only way you have a good life is if you keep f*cking me."

My mind was in turmoil as my thoughts raced, trying to desperately find a way out of the mess I had found myself in, but unfortunately... she was right. She had come to the same conclusion that I had. Any other way out would lead to turmoil for me with my relationship, or professional turmoil, or both. The only thing I can do to maintain the status quo was to keep this affair on the down low, keep Lisa happy, and try to make sure no one suspected any impropriety.

Lisa was right. I had to lie. To my girlfriend. Colette’s family. My friends. Everyone.

I looked up at Lisa as she gave me a warm, loving smile, as if she knew how severe my life was being flipped around.

"Here, baby, let Lisa make you feel better," she said, kicking off her heels, pushing me back on the couch as she climbed onto my lap.

"Lisa... I do not think this is a good idea..." I said, still drained from our last session, but she simply looked down at me and smiled.

"You want to know the best thing about taken guys," she asked, reaching between us to grab my still half-erect d**k, beginning to stroke it again, causing my head to roll.

"They are so starved for good s*x that they are ready to go like that!" she said, and sure enough, my c*ck began to rise.

"If you are going to keep doing this, Callum, it is going to be easier to just accept who you really are. Accept that you are a cheating, s*x-crazed stud. Accept that what matters to you not a girl's good reputation, but her cup size. Accept that you are going to spend the rest of your life having very good s*x with a very bad girl. With the amount of s*x, we are going to be having, and the fact that I will be having ALL of your babies... and Colette will get none... Callum, you are going to start loving this. You are going to start loving me, and my hot body, more than your girlfriend, if you do not already. So... you might as well just enjoy it. You might as well have fun with it. You might as well get off on it," she urged me, her hand stroking my still slick, lubed with s*x-juice d**k insistently, soon working me up to full hardness.

I was amazed at how quickly I rose, at what she was able to bring out in me, showing that she seemed to know my body better than I did.

I thought over what she said.

The conflict was still boiling inside me, and as shocking as my future now seemed, I saw no way to avoid it. So why not just let the guilt go? If I had to do it anyway, why not just enjoy it? As long as no one else was getting hurt, why not let that guilt fade away?

As I debated the merits of her offer, she positioned herself over me, her soft bre*sts slapping against my face. She moved my once again throbbing d**k, sliding my tip across the entrance to her pu**y, going farther back till my c*ck was pressing against her asshole. She paused for a moment, shaking her butt slightly, teasing the head of my d**k.

"Get ready, Callum..." she cooed, pressing her bre*sts into my face, molding them against me, her hard n*pples scraping my face.

"My a*s is magic! It will make all your guilt just fade away. Once your balls deep inside my a*s... you will accept who you are. You will accept your place with me! You will take me as your full-time slut with no regrets!"

"Lisa..." I said, not finding any other words to say, trying to desperately to avoid the fate she had declared for me, trying to resist the allure of her tight asshole. She saw my hesitation, the last shards of the good person inside me rising to the surface, and she sought to stamp that out for good. And to do that, she decided to use her most powerful weapons.

"Here," she said, guiding one her hard n*pples to my open mouth,

"Suck my bre*sts, baby, and let Lisa do the rest." Her n*pple now plugged into my mouth, I had no other thing to do but to suck the hard nub, finding comfort in the soft breast of this ambitious slut. And as I sucked on the succulent n*pple, she forced herself down, her a**hole stretching around the head of my d**k.

"Ahhhh f*ck!" she screamed out.

"F*ck!" I grunted into her firm breast, the pleasure of her tight butthole a whole new level of pleasure. It was so goddamn tight! I had never been in a girl's a*s before. I had never been with a girl that did an*l. I had never pushed a girl for it, knowing it would be too much to ask for from any normal, self-respecting, classy woman but Lisa... she was far from normal.

How could someone have it all going on in this way? All of Lisa's holes were like magic, solely designed to pleasure c*ck. They all felt undeniably amazing! Her a*s felt incredible! It was gripping my hard, thick c*ck so f*cking hard! Her a*s was a miraculous, tight, clutching f*ck-hole, squeezing my throbbing erection. It felt insanely good! I had never felt anything like this before. I had never understood the appeal of an*l s*x, but now, I totally did. Lisa was showing me what a tight a*s can do to a man, and despite everything, my c*ck was in heaven. It loved it. It loved her ass.

She really had it all, her body was perfectly designed in every way, and she knew how to work it. She knew how to use every part of her body in a way I had never experienced. She kept pushing her a*s farther down, forcing more of my hard c*ck inside her, my meat stretching her tight hole.

"Ahhhhhhh! YES!" she screamed out as she took half my d**k up her crazy tight rear end.

She wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me into her chest, forcing my face deep into her cleavage, smothering me with soft flesh. As she pulled me into her luscious chest, more of my c*ck entered her a*s, causing me to grunt in pleasure, my moan muffled by her large rack, barely escaping the depths of her tender cleavage. She scrubbed her bre*sts across my face, the large mounds forcing my face to slide back and forth in response. My mouth found her diamond hard n*pple as she leaned back, forcing more of my c*ck up her a*s.

The pleasure was incredible.

As her a*s swallowed even more of my swollen meat, the blissful ecstasy making me bite down on her n*pple, chewing on the rubbery nub.

"F*CK! YES! YES!" she squealed, leaning back farther, her head falling back as she pushed her chest upward, my mouth still attached to her n*pple. I pulled my mouth from one of her mountainous bre*sts and feverishly attached it to the other, capturing the hard peak between my teeth. She kept flexing her a*s, trying to force it down into me. I pulled her body back up, till I was back in a seated position, her on top of me. This quick motion caused her to bounce on me, and in the process, her ass hit my hips, her asshole now stretched around the root of my aching shaft.

"Yes! YES! F*CK YES! Oh God, you are so big!" she sighed, her a*s spasming around the meaty pipe invading her a*s. She stayed in place, not moving, getting used to the thick truncheon, squeezing her a*s around me.   

It felt so goddamn good! Her a*s was easily the tightest hole I had ever experienced, and it was not even close. The only thing in the same ballpark was her tight, clutching c*nt, but this was on a whole new level. Plus, the knowledge that I was balls deep in a girl's a*s, the inherent nastiness of the act, it sent a lusty thrill through me.

Despite the fact that I had had the biggest orgasm of my life mere minutes prior, Lisa's a*s had my c*ck absolutely throbbing! The full length of my c*ck was firmly encased in her hot, smothering, squeezing a*s, massaging my full length, giving it a blissful pleasure, I had never felt before. My seemingly empty balls were now refilling with c*m at a furious pace. As Lisa Warden's a*s kept gripping at me, and squeezing at me, any hesitance I had been feeling was soon replaced with lust.

Any shame I felt was being stamped out by the overwhelming pleasure her tight ass was bringing me. Any thoughts of Colette, my girlfriend waiting so patiently for me... lost... as I rubbed my face in Lisa's huge, luscious rack. Any thoughts of my professional ethics... forgotten... as I had my d**k lodged in the neighborhood’s slut’s severely tight a*s. Guilt, shame, hesitance... it was all a distraction. Obstacles getting in the way of the amazing s*x I could be having if I just let go. Blinding me from the hot women I could be having at the end of my d**k.

Finally, I let those thoughts slip away, the pressure coming from my groin beating any objections down, stamping them out. It was so much easier to just forget them. It was so much easier to not think about that stuff. It would be so much better to forget everything now.