THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 5

Scott’s PoV:

“Why am I here again?” I mumbled with doubt. I was back in the abandoned alleyway where I and Raven stalked David and Tiffany. But Raven was nowhere to be seen. Instead of Raven, the one who accompanied me was Tiffany. Yes, the same Tiffany Macmillan who should be the target of our stalk out, but if Tiffany was here beside me, who did we stalk?

I looked at Tiffany beside me, she was not the bald and whorish Tiffany I saw today, but the version of her who was still the queen bee of our school who many boys fantasized about to woo; she still had her well-maintained golden blonde long hair styled in a ponytail, her makeup immaculately done, she was sensual without being whorish. Tiffany was wearing her cheerleader uniform, well…a bolder version of it with a shorter skirt and the top was a few sizes smaller than her size, which led to her top outlining her 36D tits.

Tiffany was standing close to me. Her face didn’t show any contempt like she often did when she saw me or other people she deemed as ‘losers’ but a friendly smile as if she was seeing her friend.

It would be a lie if I said I didn’t find Tiffany sexy.

I gulped, trying to not embarrass myself, “Tiffany, w-what are you doing here?” Yet, despite my preparation, I still stuttered when I asked the sexy former cheerleader captain.

“You asked me to come with you on a stalk out, this is your idea, did you forget it?” Tiffany replied.

Did I really ask her to accompany me? Wasn’t it Raven? Doubt crept into my mind. I remembered that it was Raven but the more I asked myself whether it was really Raven, the more my memories seemed to be blurry and I was no longer sure the girl in my memories was Raven anymore.

“Uhm…Sorry, Tiff, my mind has been a bit muddled recently, I seem to forget stuff, can you tell me who we stalked now?”

“Oh, we stalked Lisa.”

“Lisa…Raven? Are we stalking Raven?"

"Raven? Who's Raven?" Tiffany replied while looking confused.

"It's Lisa's nickname, she always called herself Raven."

Tiffany suddenly giggled in response to what I said, "Stop joking, Scott, everybody knows that Lisa's nickname is Candy, she always called herself Candy and never another name, Lisa 'Candy' Kendall."

"Lisa…Candy? No…that sounds so wrong, Lisa is a goth, and she dislikes being called with a cutesy name like Candy."

"A goth? Do you think Lisa, who loves the color pink so much, is a goth? Lisa is nowhere near any definition of a goth, not even a pastel goth," Tiffany rebuked.

Lisa called herself Candy and loved the color pink the most. Was that the same Raven that I knew? I preferred to believe that she wasn't, that we were stalking someone with just a similar name to Raven's real name. Yes, it must be so, there was the only explanation for the discrepancy between my description of Lisa (Raven) to Tiffany's description of Lisa.

"So, where is she?” I asked because as far as I could see, nobody was in this alleyway except us.

“She’s there,” Tiffany pointed in a direction.

My eyes followed to where Tiffany’s finger pointed, the place she pointed seemed to be a clothing store from the line of mannequins put on the display.

The store mannequin was lifelike and gave me a little bit of creep because of how uncanny they were to a real woman. They gave me a familiar feeling as if they resembled some women I knew, but it might be just my feeling.

“Huh, I didn’t notice that there was a store here?”

“C’mon, let’s go inside, we will lose track of Lisa if we keep idling around.”

“But, don’t you think it’s a bad idea to enter the store right now? Should we just wait for her to come out?”

“Worry not, that place is bigger than you think,” Tiffany dragged me to the store.

The moment I stepped inside the store, the world around me suddenly seemed to spin.

"What the fuck happened?" I cursed after I recovered from the dizzy spell.

Nobody answered me, it was then I realized that Tiffany who dragged me here was nowhere to be found.

“Tiffany, where are you?” I yelled but again, I didn’t get any response.

“Tiff, this isn’t funny,” I continued, “Fine, you can keep hiding, I will go out!”

I turned around. Naturally, because I had just entered, the exit door should have been right behind me, it was how things were supposed to be, but no, the door was far on the other side. How? Without noticing it, I was already quite deep in the store and wasn’t anywhere near the entrance anymore.

Click Clack.

I heard clicking sounds of heels across the floor from behind. My body hair rose all over my body as I followed the source of the sound.

The mannequins that should have stood frozen in place were moving animatedly like a human. They were moving toward me. Without wasting time, I decided to run toward the entrance door in **** fear.

But before I could run far, one of the mannequins was blocking my path out of nowhere. My horror rose further as I noticed the appearance of the mannequin who blocked my path. It looked like my mother with plastic sheen skin and more exaggerated huge fake tits bolted on her chest.

“Mother?”

What did I expect? Obviously, the thing wasn’t my mother, and she didn’t respond to my call.

And then I found myself thrown into the air by the doll that looked like my mother. Once landed on the ground, the other mannequins quickly surrounded me and didn’t give me any chance to escape. They were pinning me to the ground with their weight. I saw my ‘mother’ walk toward me, and stop right beside my head. Her big ass quickly dropped to my face, suffocating me as she sat on my face.

There was nothing pleasant about the experience nor did I feel anything sexual because I was struggling for my life as my lungs craved air.

I could feel the darkness creeping and taking over my consciousness as my air intake was cut off.

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When I opened my eyes, I was strapped in what looked like an electric shock chair used in capital punishment years ago. My mouth was also gagged. In front of me was a big screen monitor. As if it was waiting for me to wake up first, the previously black screen lit on, playing a video.

The people in the video were people that I recognize albeit their appearance was slightly changed. There was Caleb, my worst bully, as the sole male in the video. Caleb had his cock sucked by Raven. Raven that I knew, the goth girl

To make matters worse, there was also my mother, clad only in black bra and panties, assisting Caleb by holding and pushing Raven's head, forcing her to take the whole length of Caleb’s cock into her mouth.

In the next scene, cum began to spill from Raven’s nose as Caleb unloaded his cum inside her throat. A few moments later, my mother pulled Raven’s head roughly, disengaging her from Caleb’s cock.

That’s when things started to take an even worse turn. Raven’s hair gradually lightened, as if her midnight black hair was washed with bleach and turned into a platinum blonde color. Thick whorish makeup began to appear on her face. Raven’s modest breast ballooned to huge fake knockers. Her clothes didn’t escape sharing the same fate. Her black dress seemed to be swapped to a pink dress, and then her dress shrank and became shorter and shorter until it resembled a top. I realized that the top she wore now looked like our school's pink-colored cheerleader uniform, a similar top that Tiffany wore before albeit instead of having our school’s name emblazoned on the top, it had big bold ‘CANDY’ written in golden color. After her dress turned into a top, it left her without any attire to cover her bottom part aside from her sexy lacy pink panties.

My mother then released her grasp as Raven's transformation finished. She looked smug and satisfied with the result of Raven’s transformation. She then walked toward Caleb and embraced him.

“Don’t you feel guilty to your son? Your son loves this goth slut very much,” Caleb asked with a hint of sarcastic mockery.

“Screw him, he deserved to get all his beloved women to become your slut. Put me, she, and any other women that have relation to my wimpy son to our rightful place, on our knees, worshipping your cock. Make us become a set of holes for your cock,” my mother answered with a fervorous reply in an almost worshipping manner.

Hearing her answer was devastating as if there was a knife being twisted in my gut. Why? Why did Mother help Caleb? Why did she seem head over heels for him?

“Well said, slut, now worship my dick, let the wimp watch how her respectable mother and her beloved crush were just a set of slutty holes for me,” Caleb commanded.

Both my mother and even ‘Raven’ that just finished her transformation sprang into action and began to worship Caleb’s cock. Raven zealously licked his ball, there was no trace of hesitation or resistance on her face, but only passionate awe like his ball and cock was the most magnificent thing she had.

Stop! I begged in my mind.

“They look happy, aren’t they, Scott?”

I recognized that voice; Tiffany! The suddenly missing girl was back in my field of vision. But unlike the Tiffany that I met outside, this Tiffany was the bald and whorish version I saw in school.

“Uhhhmmmm uuuhhh um! (Tiffany save me!)” Unfortunately, with my gagged mouth, I couldn’t articulate my words, but I hoped Tiffany understood what to do.

She sashayed toward me. “Do you want me to save you?”

I nodded quickly.

“I will save you Scott but only if you are a good boy,” Tiffany smirked. She looked at me with disdain. I knew from the look she gave me that this Tiffany was not the Tiffany that friendly to me like what I met outside but one who often looked down on losers.

Tiffany unbuckled my pants and fished my dick out.

“Pfftt…what a cute, and small peepee,” Tiffany laughed after she saw my small dick.

No…my dick wasn’t huge, but it was by no means small, it’s still had decent length, but why did I think my dick was small?

I tried to look below at my dick, and unlike what I remembered, my dick was no more than 3 inches. Have I always been this small?

Tiffany then rubbed my dick a few times to make my dick rock hard. Some pre-cums leaked from the tips of my dick. I could feel that if Tiffany continued, I would cum soon, but she just stopped before I could cum, and she even put her finger at the tips to block me from cumming

Tiffany “Do you like my handjob, Scott? Do you want me to continue? Do you want to cum?”

I nodded several times in response to all her questions.

“Let’s play a game then, I will ask you some yes or no questions. You nod your head for yes and shake your head for no. If in the end most of your answers are right, I’ll help you to cum and even free you from the restrain but if you get it all wrong, maybe I will crush your useless peepee, nobody wants your small dick anyway, it’s better to get rid of it.”

I shook my head in refusal after hearing how she would crush my dick.

“Whether you want it or not, you don’t have a choice but to agree. First question, do you think I'm a whore?"

Yes, you are a whore. The question now was: Should I nod? Was admitting that she was a whore the correct answer to this question? I feared that if I nodded my head, Tiffany would be offended. Who could tell what she would do if she got angry because I called her a whore?

I finally chose to shake my head to answer her question.

"Wrong. Can you not tell the obvious from how I looked? I'm a whore. I'm Caleb's whore first and foremost, all other identities I have don’t matter.”

I was flabbergasted and stunned by Tiffany’s reply. Why did she sound so proud when admitting she was a whore? She was totally smitten with Caleb.

“Second question, look at the video, do you think your mother is Caleb’s whore too?”

I shook my head. No, I wouldn’t admit that my mother was a whore like Tiffany.

“Another wrong answer, Scott. Your mother is also a whore like me, she is even a bigger whore than me,” Tiffany replied with a ridicule.

“Alright next question, you see Lisa there, don’t you think she is better like she is now as Candy the bimbo, another slut worshiping Caleb and enslaved to his dick than when she was freaky goth associated with a pathetic loser like you?”

I shook my head once again. I didn’t want Raven to be another blonde bimbo bitch, and **** to Caleb. She was Raven, not Candy.

“Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Nod your head, you damn loser! Admit it that she better to be Caleb’s whore than to be your friend!” Tiffany suddenly went into a manic rage. She ****-gripped my dick as hard as she could.

If I was not gagged, I probably would scream loudly. The pain was unbearable as if my dick going to explode to pieces. I didn’t know how she had such a grip strength.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. My dick finally exploded, not literally. Under the intense pain of Tiffany’s **** grip, I came so hard.

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I jolted awake from sleep with cold sweats drenched on my back.

My dick! I recalled the content of my dream and quickly threw aside my blanket. I saw how my brief was fully soiled with cum, but thankfully, my dick was still there, in one piece, and not under 3 inches small as in my dream.

Calm down, Scott. It was just another nightmare.

Yet, the nightmare this time felt even more real and vivid than before.

Mother, Raven, Tiffany. In the nightmare, they became Caleb's ****.

“No, in real life, Mother and Raven will not submit to Caleb. It isn't like Caleb has the power to change someone like what happened in the dream,” I denied.

I was finally able to calm my chaotic mind after a few moments passed. Like the previous time I had a nightmare, I didn't have any intent to go back to sleep, at least not before I took a quick shower and drank some water. The nightmare drained my energy and made my throat feel so dry.

As I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, I passed the living room and met my mother there.

My heart almost dropped when I saw my mother was only in her bra and panties, doing some twerking. At least, her bra and panties aren't the same as what she wore in my nightmare. She wore black lacy lingerie in my nightmare while her 'training wear' she wears now is white colored. Those spade symbols in her panties though, I felt that I had seen it somewhere.

“Mother, what are you doing?” I couldn't help but ask her.

She recognized my presence and stopped her twerking, “Oh, it's you, Scott, having trouble sleeping again?”

“You have yet to answer my question, mother; why are you twerking only in your underwear?”

“Huh, why are you so fired up about that? I am just training my glutes, and I don't think anything is wrong with me working out in only my underwear. Besides, nobody will see me dressing like this, maybe aside from you, and as my son, why shall I be on guard? You aren't a pathetic pervert who has a crush on his own mother and wants to do an unthinkable thing to me, right, Scott?” My mother argued back.

“Uhmm…you are right, my bad, sorry,” I couldn't offer a meaningful rebuke to my mother's argument.

“You don't need to say sorry, my baby boy, I understand where your question comes from, it's partly my fault,” my mother gave me a caring reply.

She continued, “So, can I help you with something? You look troubled.”

“No, I just had a nightmare again. I'm fine now though. I just want to get a drink from the kitchen,” I explained.

“Will you tell me the nightmare you had? Please, maybe telling it to me will make you feel better.”

“In my nightmare, you are Caleb's devoted slaves. You are fucking him and acting like a slut for him. You will not do that, right, mother?”

After overcoming my hesitation, I decided to tell her some part of my nightmare. I got a feeling that my nightmare maybe was a warning, maybe Caleb would do something to my mother, and telling her this would help me to prevent that from happening.

Telling her about this somehow made me have a boner. I hoped my mother didn't notice the small tent in my boxer

My mother blushed after she heard part of my nightmare, but she quickly shrugged it off and said to me seriously, “Caleb is in prison, baby, he can't do anything to me. Enslaving me? Pfft…no way I will submit to that gangster. Why should I devote myself to a boy at my son's age? Worry not, Scott, that will never happen. Did Caleb's brother, that new coach in your school, mess with you in any way?”

“No, Darel so far has not done anything to me, he is very professional in his job, but I heard a rumor that he had an illicit and vague relationship with some of his students, Tiffany Macmillan is one of them.”

“See? Even Darel does not dare to mess with you now. You don't need to worry about Caleb. And Scott, I hope you don't take the rumor seriously, maybe it is the thing that caused you to have a nightmare, you over-thought the rumor that it got carried to your dream. Promise me, Scott, except if you have solid proof, you will not believe any random rumor you heard.”

Despite the last bit about promising her to not believe random rumors that came out of nowhere and sound a bit forceful, Mother's answer reassured me that she would not submit and became Caleb’s **** as in my nightmare.

“Yes, Mother, I promise you, that except if I have solid proof, I will not believe any random rumor I hear,” I promised. Well, I hoped I could keep this promise for my mother, but who knew what the future had in store? I made that promise to not make my mother worried.

“Good, that’s my good baby boy.” My mother praised. “Now go, talking with me this much probably made you even more thirsty, I will be a bad mother if I stop you getting your drink any longer.”

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I took a few minutes in the kitchen, what was first only planning to get a drink, ended up with me also taking some snacks and other refreshments. When I back to the living room, my mother was no longer there.

I continued my journey to the bathroom. Now that I was refreshed, I planned to have an early shower considering how sweaty and dirty I was.

I heard the water running. It seemed the bathroom was occupied by my mother. However, I saw the door to the bathroom wasn’t completely closed.

Why did she not close the door completely? I wondered

I knew I shouldn’t do this, but my curiosity won over my logic. I peeked through the gap to see what happened inside and why Mother did not lock the door.

I saw my mother frantically rubbing her pussy in the shower. She was masturbating. She was too focused on jilling her pussy to the point she didn’t realize that I had been peeping for a few minutes.

“Oh God, take me, please fuck me!” She moaned. Her body trembled and girl cum gushed like a stream from her pussy.

I backed slowly to not make any noise and be found out. It was surreal watching my mother masturbate, I wondered who the lucky guy she fantasized.

“Scott, are you outside?” Before I could go far, I heard my mother’s voice from the bathroom.

Shall I answer it or make my escape?

I decided to not answer and ran back to my bedroom. I didn’t want my mother to think her son was a pervert who had a hot on his own mother.

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I thought my mother would pursue her suspicion and ask me whether I was peeping her in the bathroom. I had prepared some lies depending on what she asked. But till morning dawned, Mother didn’t seem to pursue those matters. When I went out of my bedroom to go downstair, there was no sign of my mother albeit that she had prepared breakfast for me on the table. Like before, I found a note on the table saying that she needed to go to work early because some of emergency.

When did she go to work? If she went out in a car, even when I was in my room, I would hear the engine sound of her car. I then peeked at our driveway and noticed that my mother’s car was still there. Did she go with her friend or assistant?

My mother rarely went to work driven by others, she liked to drive on her own to work, but from time to time, her assistant would come to our house, and act like her chauffeur. Usually, it was in the case that driving by herself would be a hassle, for example, she was going to go on a business trip. But if she was going on a trip, my mother would surely tell me beforehand.

I was looking for a clue to see if there was anything amiss but I didn’t find anything out of place.

Forget it, why did I think she was forcibly kidnapped? She is just busy with her work and needs to go to work early. As for not driving to work by herself, she should have her reason.

I put the matter aside and then moved to the bathroom to take a bath. My mother once again left her soiled underwear on top of her laundry pile as if she deliberately put it there for me to see.

It was like a switch turned on me and I became a passenger in my own body, a few moments later I realized that I had sniffed my mother’s soiled panties like a pervert. My hand was stroking my cock, and I was too late to stop myself from ruining my orgasm. A thick rope of cum fell on my mother's laundry pile.

Oh crap!

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