Obsession Rising

Charlotte’s POV

After going more than three rounds with Sebastian, I was completely hooked. His cock, his hands, his muscular body, everything.

He sure knows how to make a woman happy. I wonder why mom isn’t enjoying this goodness. “Mom is missing a lot.” I chuckled.

The danger lurking ahead didn't bother me, even as Auntie Maria lost her job because of us.

Talking about her, the house felt different without Auntie Maria. The quietness made me feel relieved, there won’t be anyone sneaking up on me.

No more of her watchful eyes. No soft footsteps interrupting us during our beautiful moments. I told Sebastian the day after she left.

We were in the laundry room, my back was against the dryer, his hand up my skirt. “She’s gone. No one’s watching anymore.”

He laughed, heartily, pushing his fingers inside me. “Good. Means I can fuck you whenever I want.” The laugh turned into a groan as I stroked him through his pants.

We didn’t even make it to bed. He bent me over the washing machine and took me right there, hard and fast, my moans muffled against my arm.

The thrill of knowing we won’t get caught by anyone walking by made me cum twice before he filled me up.

We started meeting like that all over the house. Quickies here and there. No more masturbating at the thought of my step father when I can easily have him, anytime and anywhere.

The pantry. The guest bathroom. His office even when he is supposed to be on a work call. I’d crawl under the desk and suck him off while he tried to sound normal on the phone.

“Oh fuck! Suck me harder… naughty girl…” the way he says those words makes me lose my senses.

He didn’t reject me anymore, because I give him something mom would never give him.

Our escapades were getting too much, that mom noticed something was off with him.

She came home one evening and during dinner, she spotted the lipstick on his collar. It was my favorite red lipstick. I’d left it there on purpose. “What’s this?” she asked, fingering the mark.

Her voice sounded normal but her eyes sharpened. “I noticed you’ve been distracted lately, Sebastian. Who’s lipstick is this? Are you seeing someone?”

I didn’t know he was such a smooth liar. “Nothing… Just tired. I’ve been stressed lately.” His hand brushed mine under the table when she wasn’t looking.

“You still haven’t answered my question?” Mom wasn’t satisfied with the answer.

“Umm, Charlotte slipped and fell on my shoulder.” He turned towards me confidently. Such guts.

Oh shit! The fork was halfway to my mouth when Mom turned to me and asked, “Honey, is it true ? Did you slip ? You know you can talk to me.”

Sebastian didn’t even hesitate. “C’ommon, you don’t trust me ? I wouldn’t lie using our child...”

“Let her speak, darling.” Mom cut him off.

My eyes flew open. My eyebrows shot straight up. The rice I’d just shoveled in suddenly felt like glue. I didn’t know how to chew the food without looking like I was panicking.

He lied. And used me as a shield. I managed to give a quick nod, forcing words out around the food. “Mm—yeah, Mom. It’s… true.”

My voice came out muffled, mom was staring at me. So I avoided her gaze and focused my eyes on my plate, praying this discussion ends here.

Mom didn’t seem like she believed me so when I got my confidence back, I had to lie again.

“Mom, I’m thinking of traveling for a while. To clear my head from school. We’ll be going on a break soon, so I’d love to rest from the pressure that comes with exams.” She nodded, already thinking about her next meeting. “Good idea, sweetie. You can take my card or your dad’s card. Let me know when you’re traveling.”

The ease of the lie scared me a little. But it worked. It took her mind off the lipstick stain and gave us more time. More chances to sneak away.

The other day we almost got caught by a delivery guy. Sebastian had me bent over the kitchen island, raised my dress up around my waist, spread my legs with his knees, then used his cock to circle around my clit before he started fucking my juicy pussy.

I was close to cumming, biting my lip to stay quiet, when the doorbell rang. We froze. He stayed buried deep, covering my mouth with his hand, while fucking me slowly since we were sure the door was locked.

The delivery guy waited, then left the package by the door. We laughed after, the shaky and wild experience, and he fucked me even harder because of it.

But my fear was growing too. Every time we finished fucking I felt it. The way Sebastian looked at me afterward, torn between wanting more and knowing we were playing with fire.

I felt powerful in my addiction. Like I could keep him forever if I just pushed hard enough. But the terror of losing him completely, including my mom, still scares me. What if he really stopped? What if Mom found out?

I pushed the fear down regardless and kept going. Left more panties in his drawers. Sent him photos while he was in meetings. Send dirty texts when we are with each other, especially in mom’s presence.

He weakened every time he had the opportunity. He’d grab me, kiss me hard. Fuck me quickly in whatever corner we could find.

Mom remained clueless. Busy as usual. Obsessed over our family’s perfect image in the public. She came home one night and found a birth control pill packet in my room while looking for something. “Charlotte? What’s this?”

I froze. “I don’t know mom, it’s not mine. It must be Auntie Maria’s. She probably left it behind when she got fired.”

Auntie Maria was the only person I could think of. Thankfully, mom believed me. Shaking her head. “That woman was always nosy. Good riddance.”

She left it at that spot, and went back to her phone. I stood there shaking, I didn’t know I’d have to lie almost everyday just to have my Sebastian.

The lie was getting too much. I’m becoming the devil’s wife. Yes it works, but for every lie I told. I’d need a bigger lie to cover up.

Later that night Sebastian sneaked into my room. He didn’t say anything. He just locked the door and pushed me onto the bed. His mouth was on me before I could speak, “I see someone is hungry for daddy to do something.” He roamed his hand around my body.

“No panties? Fuck, I love how you’re always ready.

The fear of what happened with mom earlier was battling with my desire to have him. But I didn’t care. I just opened my legs and let him take what he needed. What we both wanted. Even if it was going to destroy us.