The New Coach (Lisa's Mother Pov)

Donna’s PoV:

Back to a few hours ago.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs.Kendall, you are as pretty as your daughter,” greeted Coach Darel.

“Thank you for your praise, coach, I’m flattered,” I replied.

I didn’t put my attention on the school's newest coach for long, and didn’t bother to question him about why he was in this room with them, but looked at Amanda, waiting for her explanation. The meeting was arranged by Amanda. Amanda said that this meeting was important, and needed my presence as Lisa’s parents, the principal even worded it a bit grimly like ‘it is concerning Lisa’s future.’

At first, I thought this was related to how Lisa dressed like a goth, but it had been so long since they ever addressed that issue, and my Lisa wasn't the only goth in the school and there were other students who dressed bolder than her, so I thought the school had no problem regarding their student choice of clothing.

Honestly, regarding my daughter's goth fashion style, I wasn't fully supportive of her choice of clothing at first, but I compromised to not worsen our mother-daughter relationship. We only had each other ever since my husband died after all. The compromise I made with her was I permitted her to dress like a goth, but it was only limited to their fashion style, she shouldn’t adopt their culture or stereotype. She also needed to do well in her academics. Lisa managed to keep her end of the bargain, and our relationship as mother-daughter got better as time passed, I even played blind when she adopted the name Raven as her goth nickname and picked some other goth stereotypical antics as I didn’t see any real harm done.

At least everything seemed to be fine…until yesterday and I realized that this might be the reason for the principal called me for a meeting. Lisa behaved strangely unlike her usual self when she came home yesterday. She had her black hair dyed golden blonde, still not back to her natural darker shade of honey blonde like me, but it still took me by surprise. When I asked her why she dyed her hair back to blonde, Lisa showed me a video that left me flabbergasted and caught me off guard because I didn’t expect her to watch something like that. It was a video of a blonde woman with the body of a pornstar so obscene that I got second-hand embarrassment from watching the woman in the video. But I somehow managed to watch the video from start to end, unable to tear my eyes from the screen. The woman was so obscene, vulgar, and filthy, but I admit she was pretty and hot. The woman had their body filled with vulgar tattoos and piercings. From eyebrows, nose, lips, nipple, even her labia and clit was not free from piercings.

“I want to be like her, Mom. A hot, obscene, bitchy slut,” my daughter said to me.

I want to be like her. I didn't know why the word resonated within me. I too, want to be like the woman in the video, a hot, slutty, filthy bitch.

I quickly shrugged the absurd thought away.

“So, you now no longer want to be a goth anymore, but a slutty pornstar bimbo?” I asked her with some disbelief.

“No, Mommy, you get it wrong, I want to be a hot slut with an obscenely hot body like the woman in the video, but who said I can't also be a goth at the same time? I will be a Gimbo slut, a Goth Bimbo.”

I heard one of the most outrageous things from my daughter's mouth.

“Stop! I don’t want to hear it anymore, I will not agree to your madness, young lady. You are grounded now, and I want you to reflect!”

“For fuck sake, I'm nineteen years old now, Mom. I'm not a child anymore. You can't dictate what I want to be.”

We ended up arguing for half of the night. I thought my daughter had learned her lesson and given up on her ridiculous idea of becoming a goth bimbo slut as when I asked her this morning whether she wanted to be one, she looked at me weirdly. After I questioned her more, she seemed to not remember that she was the one who said those words. I didn't know whether she truly forgot or it was just an act. But it was the best for us right now, it meant that we didn't need to fight so early in the morning like what happened yesterday, so I accepted her reasoning and didn't question her further. I was not ready to compromise and let my lovely daughter dress and behave like a slut.

“So, Principal Lopez, do you mind explaining what you mean in your message? Something about my daughter's future. Is my daughter in big trouble?” I asked.

“I want you to watch this first, it’s easier to explain after you watch this video,” Amanda turned her laptop around for Donna to see.

The video wasn’t played yet, and Amanda’s laptop just showed a fuzzy static screen.

“What do you mean with this, Amanda!? Are you pulling a prank on me?” I glared at the principal with anger on my face.

“Oops, I almost forgot, you need to wear this to watch it,” Amanda fetched something that looked like a VR headset from her desk drawer and handed the equipment to me.

I looked at the VR headset in my hand before putting it on my head. I didn’t need to be a techno-geek to see that this was a state-of-the-art technology compared to one in the market.

Does the school have the budget to buy something like this?

“What are you waiting for?” Amanda asked curiously.

“Nothing, I'm just amazed that the school had something like this, I think the budget could go to something else more useful for the student compared to your shiny new toys,” I replied sarcastically.

“You will see how useful this new toy of mine is after you experience what it brings.”

“Let’s see if it is as good as you said,” I finally propped the helmet-like VR headset to my head.

The next moment, I was blasted by a blinding light, then followed by complete darkness. I couldn't even feel my body. I was just floating in the dark void.

“Help me! Somebody help me!” I yelled, but the darkness just drowned my voice.

“Relax, Donna, relax, don’t panic, let me guide you, follow my command and you will be fine, I will help you out from here. but if you don’t follow me, I fear you will be trapped in this darkness forever.”

I heard a voice. A man’s voice. A familiar voice. The voice made me feel peaceful and safe.

“Close your eyes.”

I did as the voice commanded.

“Now, gradually open your eyes.”

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the Principal's office. But there was only me there. Amanda and Darel were nowhere to be seen.

“Principal Lopez? Coach Lebron? Where are you?” I shouted but received no answer.

My attempt to leave the room was also met with failure because the exit door was locked shut

“Go, look at Amanda’s laptop.” The voice appeared again.

I recalled that Amanda said only after I wore the VR Headset that I could watch the content. A realization dawned on me. _Am I inside the VR world? _But all of this seemed too real. I even pinched my cheek and could feel the pain.

Maybe if I remove the helmet, I will be sent back to reality.

Wait…where is the helmet? I tried to touch around my head but I couldn’t find the VR helmet. “Isn’t this a VR world?” I mumbled in doubt. “Or is this the real world?”

“Go, look at Amanda’s laptop.” The voice repeated

Without any choice left, I did as the voice commanded and looked at Amanda’s laptop.

“Good girl, follow my command and you will be fine, I will help you out from here, but if you don’t follow me, I fear you will be trapped in here forever.”

My entire being seemed to be washed by a blissful calming wave.

I need to follow the voice command. The voice will not harm me. If I don’t follow it, I might be trapped here forever.

Amanda’s laptop no longer had the previous fuzzy screen. It now showed an onlyfans webpage. The profile was under the name Donna the Goonette Simp, and there was only one video of her.

It was such a coincidence that I shared the same name with the OnlyFans owner. I played the video without much ado. I’m curious about what Amanda prepared for me that it needed to be hidden under such a hassle to just watch it.

The first scene that greeted me was a familiar yet unfamiliar woman. It was the woman from the video shared by my daughter last night, well, 80% similar to her, but this one was a bit older, probably my age group, maybe this woman was the mother of the previous woman. She had paler skin as if she hadn't been exposed to the sun for long. Her straight-flowing shoulder-length hair was dyed a dark shade of purple, parted at the center, and had no bangs. Her face was caked with thick dark makeup which included glossy black lipstick and smokey purple eyeshadows. On her forehead, there was a tattoo that said SIMPMOMMY.. She was naked, like what I assumed as her daughter. This woman also had her body inked with numerous vulgar tattoos, most depicting a woman's submission, or an older woman making love with another younger woman. Her tits were obscenely huge, a few sizes bigger than her ‘daughter’, maybe around J-cup if I might guess. Her tits were also gravity-defying and round like an overinflated balloon. I wonder how she felt having breasts as big as that with slim curvy body of her, it must be backbreaking. Her nipple was erect like a sore thumb and also painted unnaturally black.

“She's hot, isn’t she?” Asked the mysterious voice.

“Yes,” I confessed. As obscene and ridiculous as the proportion the woman had, I didn’t know why I couldn’t avert my eyes from her. Worse, the more I looked at her, the more I couldn’t control the heat in my loin. I was dripping wet.

“You want to know how it feels to be her,” said the voice.

Did I really want to be her? I recalled the thought I had yesterday when Lisa showed me the video; I want to be a hot, slutty, filthy bimbo.

No! I don’t want to be a filthy slut, I’m a respectable lady. I shook my head.

“No, you don’t need to lie to yourself, you want to be like her, just look at you, already almost look like her.”

What did he mean by that? I looked similar to the woman in the video?

“You don’t believe it? I’m never lying to you, Donna. What I say is the truth. Look at the mirror on your back,” said the voice.

I turned around and saw the mirror. Weird, I don’t remember there being a mirror there.

I walked to the front of the mirror and saw my reflection. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t believe what I saw in the mirror. The reflection in the mirror showed a woman who looked quite similar to the woman in the video, but I knew that the woman in the mirror was me as she had my face . I was naked. My reflection in the mirror no longer had honey-blonde hair, but a dark shade of purple similar to the woman in the video.

I didn’t remember dyeing my hair to this color. Wait…this morning, before I got here, I spared some time to dye my hair purple. No, I don’t. I had two sets of conflicting memories and wasn’t sure which one was the real one.

It wasn’t only my hair color and hairstyle that was similar to hers; my lips were coated with a thick layer of black lipstick, my nails were painted purple like my hair, and I even had the same tattoo that read SIMPMOMMY on my forehead like her.

There was still some difference between me and the woman in the video though. My skin wasn't as pale as hers. Except for the tattoo on my forehead, my body was still a blank canvas instead of filled with vulgar tattoos like that woman had. And the most noticeable thing was that my breasts weren't as big as hers.

I didn't know why those differences made me feel unhappy with myself.

“See? You almost look like her except for some part, because you do want to be like the woman in the video, you want to be a hot, filthy, goth bimbo MILF slut, admit it.”

The voice convinced me. Maybe deep down I really wanted to be one as the voice said

“I want to be a hot, filthy, goth bimbo MILF slut,” I finally said the word.

The next moment, I saw my reflection changed. My skin went unhealthy pale. Tattoos began to appear all over my body just like the woman in the video had. And my breasts…no, my tits ballooned up and looked fake.

Then, something more unbelievable happened; my reflection came alive, she stretched her hand toward me, her hand coming out from inside the mirror and grabbed my wrist, and then she pulled me inside the mirror.

“Welcome to my world, my other self,” greeted my doppelganger.

“Why are you dragging me here?” I asked fearfully.

“To make your mine, so we can be together forever, to be one,” she answered.

In slow steps, my doppelganger sashayed towards me on her black latex heels. As she came closer, my eyes seemed to dart to the woman's naked pussy. Unlike my pussy, she had it bare, smooth, without any pubic hair. Her labia were big, loose, and puffy. It particularly seemed to glisten and ripple with the woman's gait. As I stared more intently, I saw that the woman's nether lips appeared to open and close slightly, luridly with each step. I was mesmerized by it.

“What do you think of my ruined pussy? Is it filthy and disgusting?”

I nodded in response to my doppelganger question.

“When was the last time you used your pussy to have sex?” my doppelganger asked again.

“3 years ago.” The last time I had sex with men was when my husband was still alive, and it had been around 3 years since his ****. I had almost forgotten what sex felt like.

I didn’t know why my doppelganger nodded in approval instead of mocking my lack of sex.

“Yes, our pussy wasn’t for sex, it isn’t our place as Simp mommy to have sex unless it was with our master and mistress, so you should have a pussy like mine; a ruined, loose pussy that disgusts others. In the case master or mistress want us to fuck other people, you want to feel nothing from below there. When random men jam their dick on your pussy, you will question yourself whether they have inserted their dick into your pussy or not yet.”

“I don't understand,” I said with a confused expression. What did she mean with Master and Mistress?

“Lick my pussy, and you will understand what I mean,” she commanded.

I was not a lesbian and never ate someone's pussy before. And now, the first woman whose pussy I would lick was my doppelganger, talk about irony.

I extended my tongue to her pussy, and in the instant, my tongue touched her nether lips. I felt the same jolt of pleasure in my pussy.

Next, a parade of vulgar memories flooded my mind: black-nailed fingers softly squeezing somebody's E-cup tits; glossy black lips wrapping around a purple-painted nipple and sucking on it; female foot wearing a shiny pink platform high heel shoe rising upwards; female legs spreading apart, revealing a fully shaved pussy; black-painted lips moving closer to the glistening, shaved womanhood; thick cum leaked from the pussy and the black glossy lips readily licked it, wasting no time to clean all the still warm cum from the other woman’s pussy; the pair of luscious black lips professed ‘I love you.’ to the woman after cleaning the cum from her pussy; a man and woman looked down on the owner of black lips; the glossy black lips widened into an O-shape and moaned loudly after being humiliated as a great orgasm overcame her mind.

I realized the owner of the black lips was me. I understood that the pair of men and women in the memory was who my doppelganger called master and mistress.

I never knew that I had a humiliation fetish, but the memories made me realize that. It was the reason why I needed my pussy to be like her; loose and ruined, so I would be humiliated by others.

I plopped to the floor, my pussy squirted like a broken faucet after so long. I couldn't even recall when was the last time I got a satisfying orgasm like this.

"I'm glad that you like my gift, but that's only a course opener, you will love this one more," said my doppelganger soothingly as she caressed my cheek with her shiny purple talon nail.

She turned into a cloud of black smoke and engulfed me. I could feel the nasty smoke entering my body from my available holes.

When the smoke receded, I found myself no longer in the mirror world but standing before a building with a dazzling façade of neon lights and flickering bulbs. The name “The Bronze Bitch Club" was written in yellow neon sign lettering. Below the neon signs were large glass double doors. They swung open spontaneously as if they were already waiting for me.

I looked around and didn’t see my doppelganger. I was naked in the middle of nowhere, alone.

Where is this? Can I come home from here to my house?

“Go inside the building, Donna, if you stray away, I fear you will be lost forever,” The voice appeared once again and warned me.

There goes my ideas for trying to go home from here.

I easily believed what the voice said. The voice was on my side and would not harm me.

Compelled by the voice’s instruction, I walked into the building through the glass double doors. There was no one inside as far as I could see. But in the foyer were several large paintings of females in various states of undress and engaged in a variety of sexual acts, either with man or woman or both. The similarity they had was all the women were pretty and dressed like a slut. I even spotted a few that I think looked quite familiar, for example, was a woman that looked similar to Principal Amanda Lopez, but no way Amanda would appear so slutty as the woman in the painting. I looked at the pictures with curious interest for a few moments before I grew ashamed and looked away.

I walked to the end of the foyer. A slight breeze blew on my face. It came from a corridor directly in front of me.

"Come, Donna... Follow my voice..." It was not the familiar man’s voice, but a different voice. A woman. The voice sounded youthful.

Instinctively, I followed the direction of the voice all the way down the corridor and into a huge room. The room was occupied by dark red leather seats, tables, a dance floor, a bar, and stages with bronze poles sprouting from their centers. Beams of white, pink, and purple light danced everywhere.

The whole place was devoid of people at the moment, but soft calming music kept playing on.

"Over here...come, ‘Mommy’," The female voice spoke again, seemingly coming from across the room. I felt weirded out when the voice called me ‘Mommy’ this time instead of calling me by my name like before. But I still walked to the location from which the voice seemed to originate.

I came to a red cushioned seat placed near a small, low stage with a mirrored floor and ceiling. A brass stripper pole stood at the center of the stage.

"Sit and relax ..." Instructed the voice.

I sat down, facing the stage. The voice now ceased and it was quiet for a moment. Then an energetic music beat started playing, replacing the faint calm music that had played on since she entered the room.

“Let’s greet, our star for tonight, our mesmerizing nympho goth bimbo, Black Candy.” The voice announced.

The curtain behind the stage opened, and a very familiar girl sashayed to the center of the stage and then danced around the metallic pole. The newcomer was dressed in a sleeveless pink mesh crop top, a red pleated micro skirt, purple ankle-length socks, and black patent-leather platform heels. On her neck was a black collar with ‘CANDY’ written on it. Her hair was golden blonde and cutely tied into two braided pigtails with purple satin ribbon on one end and pink satin ribbon on the other. Her face was covered with sensual makeup with deep fuschia as its main color, a balance between cutely pink and gothic purple.

“Lisa?” I was stunned by the realization that the girl who came onto the stage was my daughter. I was going to stop her, but there seemed to be an invisible **** that **** me to stay in the seat, watching my daughter’s slutty performance.

A pair of black-and-white pompoms materialized in Lisa's hands, “Mommy, I want you to masturbate while I’m cheering you on.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe what my daughter asked me to do.

Without waiting whether I would do her command or not, she started splashing the pompoms around in a parody cheerleader routine synchronized to the music beat.

As if there was someone else controlling my body, my hand moved to my crotch against my will and started rubbing my pussy accompanied by cheers from my daughter.

I noticed that my pussy had changed, my labia was now black, loose, and disgusting just like my doppelganger had, but it was also constantly wet. My fingers rubbed my slick pussy frantically.

Just when I was on the edge, with a wide swing of both arms Lisa tossed the pompoms away and stopped cheering. The invisible power that was controlling my hand stopped rubbing my pussy at the moment Lisa stopped cheering.

“It’s not time to cum yet, mommy.”

Next, she raised her naked arms, grazed her purple nails along the pole, jiggled her breasts, gyrated her hips, and rubbed her butt against the gleaming brass pole as if it was her lover for a minute or two.

Lisa finished her pole dancing and then strutted away from the pole towards me until she was only a few feet away from the edge of the stage. She stopped a moment to look at me and spun around so that her backside was presented to me. She proceeded to shake and gyrate her hips and buttocks for me to watch. To further tease me, she lifted her skirt so it would reveal her butt cheek better. She slapped her butt cheek a few times and made it jiggles. Each ripple of her butt cheek seemed to shake my belief and moral value. The more she did it, the more I was fixated and obsessed with her ass. I try to hold on to the thought that being sexually attracted to my daughter was wrong with all my power.

The music paused and my daughter suddenly turned around and faced me.

"Hello, Mommy. It's so nice of you to come here. Are you enjoying the show? You must be. Your eyes have never left my body like a pathetic pervert."

Lisa reached for the bottom of her crop top and with one fluid motion pulled it up and off of her body, showing me her full curvy breasts which were only slightly concealed with little pasties on her nipple.

I blushed over both the bold, sexy immodesty of my girl, and the growing sexual interest I had for my own daughter.

"Go ahead and continue watching me. Keep on enjoying the show. I will even let you masturbate."

The faint music returned, and Lisa resumed her lurid dance, now with motions even more suggestive and enticing. "You love watching young girls dance and strip." She unzipped her skirt and kicked it away once it slid down her leg, there was only a black thong that did almost nothing to cover Lisa’s most private part left. “I made you aroused, I can see it in your eyes..."

I wanted to say something against that accusation., but some parts she said were true, it was true that I felt aroused right now.

"Go ahead and masturbate. You want to because you desire me. You are my Simp, you are a simp mommy."

My daughter emphasized the last word that I was her simp. She then rubbed a purple-nailed fingertip slowly and lightly up and down her pussy through the front of her black satin thong as if she was instructing me to follow her example.

"N-no..." I tried to protest, but my hand already slid down to my crotch once again, making my denial a joke.

"Don't deny it, you want me, your daughter. My almost naked body overstimulates all your senses and makes your brain addicted to me. You will do everything to get me to reciprocate your feelings. For example, right now, I want to see you put your fist into your cunt, it will make me very happy if you do that. I know you will do it for me, right, Mommy? "

"Ohhhh... Uhhhh..." I hissed as I tried to put my whole fist inside my loose pussy as my daughter instructed.

"Yes, Mommy, push it as deep as you can. Do everything I tell you! Let me control your mind, your heart, and your soul.”

"Noo... This is wrong... I shouldn't do this..." With my remaining willpower, I pulled my fist from my pussy.

“As expected of my mommy, you are still able to fight the desire, but you should just give up, don’t **** yourself by fighting the truth. You are horny, you want to cum, but you can only cum by admitting that you are my simp mommy who will do anything I command you to, who will be supportive no matter what outrageous thing I do, who gets off when I humiliate you.”

Lisa pulled down her thong panties and crouched down. In her position, her pussy was in my direct view. She began to rub her pussy in front of me.

“Masturbate with me, Mommy. Let’s blissfully cum together.”.

“Rub your pussy, Donna, do as your daughter said, she is your mistress. Only by admitting it, you can escape from there, believe me,” The man’s voice appeared once again and gave me a command.

“You hear it, Master wants you to submit to me. Rub your pussy! Masturbate! Cum! And be my simp mommy! Embrace it, it’s your purpose as my mother,” said my daughter while she kept rubbing her pussy in front of me.

So, the man’s voice is my master, and my daughter is my mistress. I understand now. It is all clear. I exist for my master and mistress, for them to play with me and humiliate me.

I had lost all my willpower to resist. I rubbed my pussy in sync with my daughter-mistress. My mistress orgasmed first and squirted right on my face. A few moments later, I orgasmed so hard that I felt my mind go blank.

This sealed my fate as my daughter’s simp mommy. I would do as she wished and give everything she wanted from now.

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