THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 10 (Scott's PoV)

Scott’s PoV:

My bedroom door was slammed open by my mom. She entered the room with a furious expression.

“I know it; it was you that stole my panties! Wait…Are you jacking off with my panties!? I can’t believe you did this to me. I taught you to be a better person than this, but you end up being a sick, disgusting pervert. I am disappointed in you, Scott." Her voice was sharp and full of righteous indignation.

“What?” It took me a moment to process what she said and realize my situation. My pants were sitting around my ankles; my cock was wrapped in my mom’s satin panties that I had decided to keep before. Meanwhile, my hand was busy stroking my panties-wrapped cock.

“No, Mom, you misunderstand; I can explain,” I said to her, trying to defuse her anger but my body betrayed me at that moment. Even after I stopped rubbing it, my cock was still throbbing non-stop; the disgusted look and harsh words she said seemed to awaken my submissive, masochist side which thought being hated by my own mom was so hot. I couldn’t control my cock and ended up cumming harder than I had ever experienced in my life. Hot jets of milky jizz tainted my mother's red lace panties.

Oh no, please stop. In a panic, I gripped my cock, ignorantly thinking that it would stop me from cumming, but instead of stopping it, the touch triggered another wave of pleasure. My mind went blank for a moment until the pleasure subsided.

“Explain what? I don’t think there is a misunderstanding here, you are just a sick, disgusting pervert.”

She strode forward and grabbed my hair roughly in her fist. She **** me to look at her furious face. It’s an expression that I've rarely seen directed at me ever since I was a child. She was truly angry this time.

“Follow me,” she said, then dragged me by my hair.

With my pants still around my ankles, I tripped to the floor when she yanked me from my chair, but my mom only paused for a moment, looking down at me with indignation, before she resumed dragging me out of the room.

My mom was far stronger and fitter than me; she was able to drag me quite effortlessly. It was also partly because I didn’t have any strength left to resist her after my shameful orgasm.

She dragged me like she was dragging a little disobedient dog into the bathroom.

“So you freak love to soil my panties with your cum, huh? I have a punishment befitting a pervert like you.”

"Mom! Please! Hear me first! I don’t know why I got your panties wrapped on my cock; I even didn’t remember since when I was jacking off."

“SHUT UP!” She yelled in response. “Do you think I am stupid? How did you not know why you have my panties wrapped around your cock and weren’t aware that you were jerking off with my panties? Do you want to say that you are sleepwalking and sleep masturbating, or maybe blame it on Darel like you always do? I dare you to say that he somehow controlled your mind and made you do it.”

I had lost the words I wanted to say. At this point, she wouldn’t believe anything I said.

“Now, hand my panties back,” she commanded.

I handed the soiled panties back to her. My mom quickly crumpled the panties into a ball.

“Open your mouth.”

I shook my head, guessing what she was going to do.

“Open your mouth, you filthy little brat!”

I still shook my head in refusal.

“Fine then, if you want to do this the hard way.”

She forcefully pried open my mouth and then shoved her defiled panties into my mouth as a makeshift gag.

I could taste the bitter, salty flavor of cum in my mouth, and almost gag in disgust. I tried to spit out the ballgag in reflex, but my mom prevented me from spitting it out by keeping the cloth inside my mouth.

*SLAP*

She slapped me and warned, “Don’t you dare to spit it out! Don't like the taste?! Maybe you should've thought of that before you decided to jerk on my panties, you fucking creep.”

“And now, for your real punishment,” in a swift motion, she lifted me and rested me on her knee.

“I'll show you what dirty little boys who jerk off in their mommy's panties get!”

*SMACK*

She swung her hand down and slapped my buttcheek. I was getting spanked over her knee like a little boy. I squirmed and squealed in pain as my ass glowed bright red with her ****. My cock twitched and leaked some cum as my mom delivered blow after blow in rapid succession to my bottom.

I didn’t know whether my mom realized that I had sprayed her stocking with my cum.

I got the answer to it a moment later.

*SMACK*

"Can’t you control yourself? Just a few spanks and you are already leaking your junk on my stocking. You're sicker than I realized; are you a masochist who secretly enjoys being punished and bullied by your mommy?" Her disgust was apparent in her tone.

*SMACK*

“Fucking pathetic. I have a hope you can be a little more manly, how much better will it be if you have at least 1/10 manliness of Caleb.”

*SMACK*

“But instead of a real man, what I got as a son is a filthy, disgusting pervert who jerks his little peepee in her mother's panties.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

She was merciless. The blows and degrading words she uttered spent both my physical and mental strength. Each hit from her left a burning and stinging feeling on my cheeks. The tinge that began as a light pink is now a deep, angry red, and my mom has not shown any signs of stopping. My squeals turned into grunts and then muffled screams. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I sobbed and wailed through the makeshift gag.

“Do you think I will let a panty-obsessed little sissy faggot like you go just because you are crying?”

*SMACK* *SMACK*

After a few minutes of beating, my body went limp on her lap. I simply didn't have the energy to react further. Between the ruined afterglow of that magnificent orgasm, the smooth and silky feel of her stocking-clad legs on my oversensitive cockhead, the burning pain on my cheek, and the humiliation caused by my mother's ministrations, the sensory overload made my brain just shut down. My mind could no longer process the difference between pain and pleasure. My mom continued to spank my ass, but I no longer cried loudly like a few minutes ago; only a weak, muffled grunt escaped from my lips.

Some moments later, it seemed that my mom noticed my state of mind and stopped beating my ass. "Humph, it seems like spanking is no longer efficient on you, but I am not yet sure you learned your lesson. Maybe eliminating the source of the problem is the correct answer for your case.”

She shoved my body roughly off her knee to the floor. She stood up and placed one of her legs just at the top of my crotch.

“Let me crush your dick so that you can be a full-fledged sissy now. As a limpdicked sissy, I will not bat my eyes even if you wear women's panties.”

I shook my head, silently begging my mom not to do it. But she ignored my plea and lifted her right foot to stomp on my cock.

*GASP*

I jolted awake just at the moment my mom’s foot was going to crush my cock. Another bad dream—it's just another bad dream. I tried to calm myself.

Ever since Coach Darel came to the school, I barely had a good sleep. It was a bad dream after a bad dream. Granted, when I woke up, I was barely able to remember the dream, but the common thing that I could remember was that most of it involved me or some part of my body being crushed by my mom.

Was it a coincidence or a sign? Should I blame Coach Darel for this? I then recalled what my mom said in the dream that I kept blaming Coach Darel for everything. Her words made me hesitate to blame Darel this time.

I quickly pulled down my boxer shorts to double-check whether it was a dream or not. Underneath my boxer, I was wearing my mother’s satin panties. My erect cock pushed up the panties and made a notable tent. The panties had several more dark spots than before, as they were soiled with my cum like in my dream. I traced the panties with my finger. The silky feeling of the material was electrifying and made my cock throb.

I am a panty-obsessed sissy faggot. I could recall the insult my ‘dream’ mom threw.

The bad dream was probably triggered by my guilt over choosing to keep my mom’s panties for my degeneracy instead of placing them back in her laundry basket.

Did I just dream about the future? I felt that it would play out like in my dream if my mom caught me stealing and using her panties to jerk off.

Another battle was raging inside of me, there was one voice telling me it was okay and fine to keep the panties hidden, and the other one was telling me to return them to my mom’s laundry basket if I didn’t want the bad dream became a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Just after I decided to return them, something seemed to switch in my mind.

You are a sissy.
You find feminine articles of clothing fascinating.
You have a growing obsession with wearing feminine underwear.
You are obsessed with your mom’s panties.
Wearing her panties feels heavenly for you.
Without them, you feel something is missing.
You will keep at least one of her panties to wear.
You don’t want to part with them.
You will steal one of her dirty panties if you don’t have any in your possession currently.

“Morning, Mom,” I greeted my sweet loving mom as I walked into the dining room.

“Morning, baby boy,” she replied and hugged me.

We then had a breakfast together. Our precious moment to bond, just for the two of us. Usually, it was the moment I cherished the most. I longed to have more bonding moments between us. But today was different, at least for me, the more time I spent with her at the dining table, the more I felt afraid and guilty. I wanted to finish the meal quickly and just back to my room,

Underneath my pants, I was still wearing my mother’s cum-soaked panties. Yes, I knew it was madness. I didn’t know what came to my mind that made me dare to try this stunt to gauge her reaction and whether she would notice something amiss or not.

“Anything wrong, Scott? You seem awfully quiet today, are you feeling unwell?” Mom asked with concern.

“No, I’m fine.”

She suddenly did some sniffing around, “Scott, you stink so bad, you better take a shower before going to school.”

“Sorry, I woke up drenched in sweat, it must be because of it.”

My knees almost went weak when my mom made that smell remark, thankfully, it seemed that she wasn’t aware that it was the smell of my cum. Or did she? I hope it was just my imagination when I saw her blushing red for a few seconds before regaining her composure.

“So, Mom, will you come home late today?” I asked, diverting her to another topic.

“Depends on how much mess in the office I need to clean today. There was also the matter about Prospero Lab that I needed to ask my acquaintance after work. Yeah, looks like I will come home late tonight. Sorry, Baby.”

“No, you don’t need to be sorry to me, Mom,” I said. I was already used to Mom working overtime and coming home late, so at most, I would feel a little bit disheartened, but this time, knowing she would go home late made me feel relieved as if I had some borrowed time to fix the mess I created.

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