THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 15 (Scott's PoV)

Scott’s PoV:

“Scott, what do you have in mind? Why don’t you touch your food yet? What’s wrong? ”

My mom’s questions woke me up from my daze.

“Huh…Why am I here? Wasn’t I in my bedroom?” I muttered.

I was back in the dining room. Sitting across from me was my mom, but I didn’t see Darel anywhere. My mom was still in the same sexy black bodycon dress as I remembered.

“Are you not feeling well, Scott? Why are you asking that? You are here naturally because I asked you to have breakfast together. ” My mom interjected. She thought that the question I just blurted was for her.

“No…I’m fine, I’m just confused, but I’m okay now.”

“If you say so, why do you keep looking around and look so tense? What are you looking for?”

“Did Darel already leave this place?”

“What do you mean? Leave? Why does Darel come to our house in the first place? He has never been here.” It was my mom’s turn to show a genuinely confused expression. The puzzlement on her face didn’t look like it was fake.

“Wasn't you inviting him here because he was your new boyfriend?” I tried to remind her.

“Darel? My boyfriend? What are you talking about? Have you not been fully awake, Scott? What are you dreaming? I have a friendly relationship with Mr. Lebron, but we are just friends at most. There is also a complicated relationship between you and him.”

I let out a breath of relief. It seemed that the last two days were just a bad dream. Mom didn’t get angry at me, and Darel wasn’t coming to our house. Anyway, why did mom get angry at me in those dreams? I couldn’t seem to remember the details of my dream. But that was to be expected; a dream was a fleeting thing.

Mom smiled at me warmly—the warm smile I had not seen lately. “You don’t need to be worried, Scott. A man as hot as Darel will not want to end up with someone old and ugly like me. He had so many other girls to pick from,” she said in a self-depreciating tone.

I felt like I had experienced a deja vu when I heard my mom mocking herself. My mind told me that I needed to console her, but I needed to choose my word carefully.

“No, mom, you aren't that old and ugly. Coach Lebron is also a middle-aged man himself, he would prefer someone mature like you rather than someone too young.”

Wait, why do I encourage my mom to be with Darel?

“You don't need to coax me, Scott. I know I'm old and ugly. I don’t have the chance to be anything but another worthless fuckmeat for Darel, that’s all I deserved, but you have the chance, Scott.”

“What do you mean that I have a chance, mom? I’m a boy, and I’m not gay.” I replied. Somehow defending my masculinity seemed more important in my mind than questioning why my mom called herself worthless fuckmeat for Darel.

“It’s okay, Cutiepie, you don’t need to **** yourself to act like a man, we know deep down, you are a girly boy. Just look at yourself, you are dressed in such a little sexy thing, and you call yourself not gay?”

Because of her words, I then looked down to see the clothes I was wearing. I was not in my casual blouse and pants, but dressed in a frilly pink crop top that had the word ‘Daddy’s little princess’ written across it, worse, I didn’t wear anything but mom’s spoiled lacy panties that I stole from laundry basket few day ago. There was even dried cum on ‘his’ panties.

My face instantly turned beef red in shame. But then panic overcame me as I realized that I was wearing stolen panties right in front of the owner.

“Mom, I can explain it.” I looked at my mom’s face, it’s good that she didn’t look angry, but I didn’t know when she would flip and turn angry, it might be because she had yet realized that the panties I wore were hers. I decided that it was better to confess now than waiting for her to get angry first.

“Explain what?”

“About your panties, I’m sorry that I stole it.”

“You don’t need to explain it, Cutiepie; as your mom, I should have accommodated your needs better. If I had known that you are a little sissy fag, I would let you access my wardrobe openly, so you don’t need to sneak and steal things from the dirty laundry basket.”

“I’m not a fag, mom.” I tried to refute her claim.

“That’s different from what I heard from you this morning when you come to the room dressed in that, are you playing with my feeling, Cutiepie?.”

“No, I’m sorry, mommy, but can you tell me what did I said to you this morning? Maybe we have some misunderstanding.”

“You say that being a sissy gurl is your calling because you don’t feel man enough.”

“Yes, I like to look like a girl, but I don’t say that I’m gay, mom,” I replied. The words I just said felt a little wrong in my mouth. There was a voice in my mind that told me to deny the allegation that I like to look like a girl, but there’s no denying that I love to look like a girl, so why should I deny it? Being called gay was a different matter though. I didn’t think I was gay, so I felt the need to correct my mom. If I were gay, my pee-pee would not be twitching this much when wearing my mom’s panties.

“Oh yeah, you are right, you don’t say that you are gay. It’s my fault for jumping to conclusions, but are you sure you aren’t gay? Don’t hurry to say no; I don’t need you to answer it right now, but I want you to think about it. Think about a hot man like Darel. Picture his chiseled body, picture his big dick. If your heart beats fast, and your little clitty gets rock hard, you might be one. If you one day want to come up about being homosexual, I, as your mom, will be supportive of you.”

I closed my eyes as guided by my mom. I started to picture Darel’s muscular body in my mind. I was fantasizing that the muscular coach was training those cheerleader sluts in the gym. In my fantasy, Darel began to sexually harass and **** those cheerleaders. These cheerleaders didn’t have any choice but to obey him. He held their lifeline and future as a cheerleader. I picture him pulling out his big dick from his pants, it was far bigger than my little clitty. A real man like Darel had dick, while a sissy like me had small clitty. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t think of other justified terms. He commanded those sluts to worship his big dick. I pictured two hot cheerleaders double teaming his dick, one of them was licking his ballsack and another one was cleaning his thick shaft. I felt jealousy rise in my chest. Normally, I should be jealous of what Darel had. But no, my jealousy wasn’t directed toward Darel, but to these cheerleaders worshiping Darel’s big, magnificent cock. I couldn’t help but to wonder how these girls felt for worshiping such dick with their tongues and mouths.

I felt my little clitty harden from such thoughts, and my heart began to race faster. I then recalled what my mom said: ‘If your heart beats fast, and your little clitty gets rock hard, you might be gay.’

No…No…I’m not gay. I’m straight. I still love women! I dared not continue to picture Darel in my mind.

“So, how was it?” She asked once I opened my eyes.

“I didn’t feel anything special when I thought about Darel. Like I said, I’m not gay, mom,” I lied to her. After the previous fantasy, I began to doubt whether I was as straight as I thought.

“Okay, I believe you. So, let’s talk about something else. It’s obvious that my clothes are ill-suited for you because our size differences. How about we go shopping on the weekend? We will buy you a lot of cute clothes that better suit you, and we will buy your own panties too. Are you free on Saturday, Cutiepie?”

I quickly nodded my head numerous times. it’s been a while since we shopped together. After the previous ruined bonding time we had, I would take every chance to bond with mommy. “Yes, I'm free on Saturday. I will go shopping with you. It has been a while since the previous time we went shopping together.”

“It's settled then. We will go on a shopping spree to fill your wardrobe next Saturday, but for now, you need to bear with your lame man's clothing because I don’t think it’s okay to wear what you currently wear to school.”

“Hi, Scott, how's the situation at home?”

David asked me when I met him in class. David looked fitter than when I saw him yesterday, or was it just my imagination? He had been working out lately, but I didn't think the effect would be so significant in such a short time.

“It's good.”

“So, did your mom no longer act weird?”

“Yeah, I don't think she acts weird; she acts like herself normally.”

“And what about the thing with Natasha and Coach Lebron? Have you figured out whether they mind controlled your mom or not? But considering you said your mom is no longer acting weird, I seem to know the answer without you even needing to tell me.”

“Natasha? Mind control? What are you talking about?” I asked him in a puzzled tone.

“Oh, have you forgotten, Scott? You tell me that Natasha Olsten from the Prospero Lab is very suspicious. You suspect that she employed mind control to make the public favor her. Additionally, you thought that Coach Lebron had worked with Natasha to control your mom.”

“Right, I remember now. Sorry, Dave, I was overreacting, there wasn’t any mind control involved in this, only misunderstanding and overreacting from me. I think I owe coach Lebron an apology for those claims I made. “

“It’s good that all ends well. Coach Lebron is actually a cool man unlike Caleb, I think it is better if we have an amicable relationship with such a man.”

“Yes, I think so too now. I have so much prejudice against him just because he is Caleb’s big brother, but Mr. Lebron proved that he was different from Caleb.

“Attention…Attention…This is Amanda Lopez. I want all the students at Grove High to pay attention to this announcement. First, I want to share something with you. I want you to focus your attention on this. “

A soft-sounding ambience music then played through the school PA system. It was not normal ambience music, it was music laced with subliminal. Soon, the entire school, unknowingly fell into trance.

“When the girls who joined the special excursion back to school, whatever they look like now, you will think that their new look isn’t some big deal and treat them like you normally do, this command applied to all of you, except if you are Scott Robinson. You will remember what you heard, but you will forget that you heard this announcement. When the music ends, you all will be awake from your trance.”

A few minutes later, the music end and the students of Grove High awoken from their trance.

“So, what is the announcement about? Surely the principal don’t just use the School PA system to let us hear some random music, right?”

Murmurs and discussions could be heard from the students of Grove High as they waited for the announcement to ‘begin’.

Finally, a few minutes later. Another announcement came from the PA system again.

“Scott Robinson, please come to the principal office right now.”

The announcement was short but it was enough to end the discussion from the rest of the students body.

“What did you do this time to make Amanda use the PA system to call you to her office?” David inquired.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.” I was genuinely clueless about why Principal Lopez called me to the office.

What does Principal Lopez want to do to me? The last time she called me to her office was to mediate between me and Coach Lebron.

“Good luck. Don’t that sexy old bitch Amanda wait.”

David patted my shoulder like he was sending me off to a battlefield. It was when I noticed something weird from his words

“Since when did you find Principal Lopez sexy? Aren’t sexy preppy girl like Tiffany your type?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Tiffany is still the one I love the most, but lately, I've finally appreciated the charm of a mature woman.”.

“Is this because of your personal trainer?”

“Well, yes…ahem… I mean, you should go now, Scott, don’t waste your time talking with me. You know that making the principal wait can be bad for you,” David replied. He turned his face away from facing me to show that he didn’t want to continue the chat.

I walked toward the principal's office. Along the way, I saw many other students whispering to their friends as I passed them. I couldn’t hear what they said, but with how they looked at me, it was probably something about me. The walk toward the principal office became something like a walk of shame for me as my mind began to make stuff up about the content the other students whispered about. In my imagination, those students were condemning me for what I did to Caleb despite that I was in the ‘right’; they would tell their friend that I was called to the office because I was found out lying about Caleb and so now, the principal would punish me.

Maybe I should be punished for snitching on Caleb, but bringing an illegal **** to school was indeed the wrong thing to do. Wasn’t reporting him to the police the right thing I should do?

I stopped right in front of the principal's office. I knocked on the door and waited outside until Principal Amanda let me in.

“You may enter…Mr. Robinson” said Principal Amanda from inside the room. Her voice seemed unnatural and out of breath

When I entered the room, I was greeted by the obscene view of of Amanda bending over her desk while Darel was fucking her from behind.

I was stunned by the sight, but like the good sissy I was; I shouldn’t disturb when real man was fucking someone. I just stood there silently as Darel fucked the brain out of Principal Lopez. If I have any complaint or protest, I would say it after Darel finished fucking the MILF principal. I didn’t want my complaint ruin their mood.

“Are you liking the view, Scottie?” Darel asked me.

I nodded my head, but I was still keeping my silence.

“Do you want to change place with me? I can let you fuck Amanda, or do you want to take Amanda's place as the one fucked by me?” Darel provoked me.

I gulped down my saliva. His big dick flashed on my mind. I couldn’t help but wonder how Mrs. Lopez felt having Darel’s big dick inside her.

_I’m not gay…I’m not gay…_I repeated the word in my mind like a mantra.

I tried to hold my desire to say yes, but as Mrs. Lopez squealed in ecstasy. My groin grew hotter. My little clitty seemed to have their own minds. And it’s beg me to say yes to Darel’s offer for me to replace Amanda.

I was about to say yes, but Darel then smirked at me as if he knew what I was going to say.

“Just kidding, I’m not a gay. I don’t fuck man, maybe if you look more like a woman, I will give you a little chance. I prefer big titted woman like Amanda here, or your mom, Scott,” Darel said. He extinguished the hope he just given to me

A few moments later, I could only swallow my saliva in envy as Darel cum inside the Latina MILF. He took his cock out of Mrs. Lopez’s cunt, and walked toward me with his glistening cock out in full glory.

My heart was beating faster as he moved closer toward me. My legs gave up, and I was down on my knee when he was just a few steps in front of me. I was kneeling before him not only out of fear but also because of my desire. Darel's cock was moving closer and closer toward me. I had a great expectation that even though Darel didn't want to fuck me, at least, he would let me clean his cock. But I never heard the command that I had expected he would say, even when he was right in front of me. Darel just walked past me.

“What? Do you want to say something to me, Mr. Robinson?” He asked after noticing that my gaze didn’t leave him yet.

“No, nothing.”

“I thought you will ask me to let you clean my dick. Good to know that you aren’t a little freak.”

“I…”

Before I had a chance to say anything, he interrupted me again, “I will not disturb you any longer because Amanda seems to want discuss something important with you, unfortunately, look like she is still out of her mind after I fuck her, so you need to wait for a few minutes, maybe you would be lucky if you use this chance to explore Amanda’s pussy, but doing that will make you expelled from the school.”

After saying that, Darel picked up his pants and just left me alone in the room with principal Lopez, who was **** because of the overloaded pleasure Darel gave her.

My eyes focused on her crotch; I knew what Darel said by exploring Amanda’s pussy meant. His cum was still inside Amanda’s pussy.

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