THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 14 (Scott's PoV)

Scott’s PoV:

I walked to the dining room to meet with Mom and accept my punishment. As soon as I walked into the room, my nostrils were invaded with nice flavorful aroma of meat and other foods. The table was full of delicious looking meals.

“Good, you’re awake. Do you have a nice sleep, Scott?” My mom asked me.

I didn’t answer her right away as I was entranced by her appearance. She was dressed in a fashionable black bodycon dress. The dress tightly hugged her ample curves. It also had quite a low neckline, so it would show generous amount of her cleavage. Black nylon stockings accentuate her long, toned legs. Her entire getup from top to bottom brought up her physical attractiveness even more.

“Yes, I got a nice sleep.” I answered her question in a low voice. I was still unsure whether she had forgiven me or not, but I finally gathered enough courage to ask her a question because of my curiosity, “Are you going on a business trip or meeting a very important client today, mom?” She always dressed very well and obviously took a lot of pride in her appearance, as it helped her command respect from her coworkers and subordinates, but today she's dressed to kill.The last time my mom dressed as charmfully as this was when she was about to go to a business or when she was about to meet an important client or company’s stakeholder.

“Oh no, I’m not about to go on a business trip, but I am indeed about to meet a very special person. I even invited him here. I warn you, you need to be a good boy, Scott. If you can be a good boy during his visit, I will not pursue what you did yesterday, but if you dare to make a trouble, I will double your punishment. Do you understand, Scott?”

She looked at me with a serious, warning glare. I could feel her doubt in that gaze. After last night, it’s normal for her to not trust me like she did before.

“Yes, mom. I will be a good boy.”

“Good, you may sit down, but don’t touch the food yet, we will eat together when my guests arrive.”

“So, who is this special guest? When will he arrive?” I curiously asked her.

“He’s my new boyfriend,” My mom dropped a shocking bomb.

“B-Boyfriend?” I asked her once again to confirm that I didn’t mishear her.

“Yes, boyfriend. You are already a big boy now, so I think it’s time for me to consider having a relationship with another man again.”

“So, who’s the lucky man? Mind telling me about him and how the two of you met?” I tried to dig up more information about the lucky bastard who was now dating my mom.

Before she could answer, the bell of our house rang by someone. That must be my mom’s new boyfriend.

“You wait here, I will open the door,” my mom said. She was practically hopping in joy when she went to open the front door.

A moment later, my mom was back in the dining room with her new boyfriend. I could only stare at them in shock, unable to believe what I saw.

“Darel, why are you here?” I yelled in shock. I should have guessed. I was suspecting that Darel was mind controlling my mom, so, if he could control my mom, what was stopping him from making my mom fall in love with him with whatever hold he had over her.

“I’m your mom’s boyfriend. She invited me to come for breakfast. Hence, I’m here,” Darel answered.

“Mom, no! You can’t be with him! Darel did something to your mind to make you like him. He's just manipulating you so he can get to me somehow.” I said the word without much thought. The only thing in my mind at the moment was to make my mom see reason and snap her out of whatever influence Darel’s had on her

But looking at her, I knew that I failed to convince her. She even rolled her eyes as if she were hearing nonsense. She then gave me a disappointed look. It was then that I realized that my words had hurt her. Before I could clarify, my mom barked back at me.

“Oh, I see. You think other men couldn't possibly be interested in your baggy, old mom aside from your loser father, or yourself. There is no way a fine stud like Darel would genuinely care for me.” Her tone was full of sarcasm. I could see anger and hurt in her eyes. I even saw a small tear forming at the edge of her eyes.

“That's not what I meant. I think you're beautiful, Mom. You're the most beautiful woman that has ever walked the earth in my eyes. A goddess. You deserve all the love from others, but Darel didn’t deserve you.”

“Stop! You don’t need to coax me, Scott. You said that you would be a good boy, but here you are, making trouble just a second after my boyfriend arrived. Compliment me all you want, but I couldn’t believe what you said anymore. You disappoint me, Scott.” Her voice was full of frustation; it broke my heart to have made her feel this way.

_This is all because of Darel's mind control! _I quickly blamed him. I hate to see my mom doubting herself, but I hate it even more that she has fallen into Darel’s clutch. How can I make her snap out of his control?

“Please, mom. Snap out of it, don’t you realize how much you've been acting weird lately. It’s all because Darel has been influencing you!" I tried to confront her one more time in all my desperation, hoping for a miracle that she would suddenly see a reason.

“Yes! Darel is orchestrating a secret plot to brainwash me, and then what? Fuck me and leave me just to get to you? Why are you being so narcissistic and self-centered, Scott? Do you have to make it all about you to make you feel better? We have had this conversation before, don’t think that everything revolves around you, Scott. Do you think Darel spent every single second of his life concocting some evil plan to get back at you because of what you did to his brother but couldn’t do anything else unrelated to you? Who are you to think that you have such importance? I finally decided to go out and have a little fun after my miserable experience with your pathetic father, and you decided to ruin it with your nonsense about mind control. Do you not want me to be happy, Scott?” She threw several hard-to-answer questions at me.

I opened my lips, but there was no voice out of my mouth. I was unable to answer her question. I then looked down at my empty plate, avoiding her accusing gaze. I didn’t know how to continue from this point.

She shook her head as she looked at my pathetic silence, “anyway, it's just breakfast; it's not like Darel will be your new daddy. For now. I don’t need your approval on who I will end up with; you don't have to like my partner, but I also want you to at least give him some respect. In this case, you can start by not accusing Darel of something ridiculous, like he was somehow mind control me. Oh, one more thing; now that I have another man in my life, I hope you get over your childish attraction to me. I don’t belong to you. Aside from yesterday, did you think I didn't notice you peeping on me when I took a bath a few days ago? It honestly gave me the creep. Don’t you have a girl your age that you are attracted with instead of jerking on to your own mom?”

She knew that I had peeped on her? I looked at her with a shocked face. I wanted to make up a justification to deny the accusation, but it was a fact that I was peeping on her.

My mom smirked at me upon my realization.

She continued, "Well, that's going to stop today. I never confronted you because I didn't want to embarrass you for it, but clearly that's only had the effect of making you rotten. You're going off to college soon, and leaving this house. I'm still in my prime, I want to have a life again.”

Was she so miserable raising me? I have always tried to be as helpful as I thought I could be. I only ever wanted her to be happy and proud of me. I only want to free her from Darel’s control, but why has it turned this way? My mind suddenly assaulted by more depressing thoughts.

“Alright, you enough making me embarrassed, Scott. As a punishment, before we eat, you need to serve me and Darel, you will get our leftover later,” she commanded.

Darel and my mom sat in the dining chair, while I stood up and poured their glass with wine, filled their soup bowl, and even sliced up the steak for them.

"Not bad, you are a great cook, Anna," Darel praised my mom.

“I’m flattered. It’s good that you like my food. I was confused about what I should serve you this morning, but it’s all worth it now,” my mom replied with a prideful expression in her face. It was the expression she used to make when she told me about her achievement.

“You should stop and take a seat, Scott. You can eat with us,” Darel said.

Is Darel being good to me? I looked at my mom, unsure whether I should follow Darel’s suggestion or not.

“Sit down. Darel wants you to take a seat and eat with us, so you should do as he suggested, but don’t forget to thank him,” she responded.

“Thank you, Darel.”

“Say ‘Thank you, Mr. Lebron’, he is several years older than you and your coach in school; you need to give him some respect,” My mom corrected me.

“No, it’s fine, I like to be called Darel instead of Mr. Lebron, it makes me feel younger,” Darel interjected in a joking tone.

“See, Scott. Darel is a wonderful and kind man, he was different from his brother. You shouldn’t mix them together. You should feel bad for accusing Darel of that ridiculous nonsense you spew,” my mom reminded me.

_Is Darel not as bad as I thought? No, he’s bad. This gesture of his doesn’t mean he is not bad. He just wants to use the chance to give my mom the impression that he isn’t a bad man. _I tried to convince myself that Darel was a bad man.

I silently ate my food, and watched my mother smiling and laughing as her and Darel conversed. Clearly, from her happy expression, she had a wonderful time. The delicious meal tasted bland in my mouth as my stomach twisted in knots seeing the two were happy. I was jealous of them. My jealousy grew even bigger when I saw Darel lean and kiss my mom. I was about to stop them, but I saw my mom’s glance at me, warning me not to disturb them. It started as a light kiss, but then their action grew more passionate as moments passed. Darel’s hands was fondling my mom’s voluptuous breasts. I thought mom would feel repulsed by his action and stop what he was doing, but instead, I saw she kissed him more passionately. I couldn’t believe what I saw right now, the woman I had loved and lusted in my entire life was making out with the brother of the man who made my life hell for years. The scene felt like a nightmare, but despite the jealousy and the betrayal, I had a rock hard boner. I didn’t know why my body thought that was fine and hot. This also must be because of Darel’s subliminal video I watched yesterday. I quickly pointed out the problem with my body, but it was too late; I couldn’t move my head to look away.

A few minutes later, they stopped kissing, but I soon found out, that the kiss was just the beginning. My nightmare had just begun. My mom went down under the table. With how quiet the room was, I could hear the sound of a zipper being opened. I didn’t have a good angle to see what my mom was doing, but I could guess what she was doing down there.

Soon, my guess was proven right as I heard weird bobbing sounds.

“Your mom is sucking my big cock right now,” Darel informed me to confirm my guess .

This was the ‘real’ Darel that I had in mind; a cruel man who wanted to ruin my family. He stopped acting like a good guy, and went to humiliate me as soon as he got chance.

“You don’t need to tell him what we do, Darel,” came my mother’s voice from below the table.

“I’m pitying him, he can’t see what you do down there, at least now, he can imagine it,” he replied.

“Who would imagine my mom sucking your cock!” I rebuked his claim. My face was beef red with shame.

“You shouldn’t deny it, Scott. We know well that you are a horny boy,” Darel smirked at me.

“I’m not a horny boy!”

“Really? I want you to tell me how big your cock is, Scott,” Darel commanded.

Why should I tell him my cock’s size?

“I have a thin, small 4-inch cock,” I blurted my size before covering my mouth with my hand.

Darn! Why I follow his command? This must be another effect of the subliminal video I saw yesterday.

“I have a 10-inch-long cock. A far bigger and thicker than yours,” Darel replied with his own size.

“Why are you telling me that? I don’t need to know that.”

“Oh, you need to know. How else can you imagine what your mom is dealing with. I want you to imagine my big cock going inside your mom's wet mouth. ”

When I closed my eyes, I could imagine my mom sucking Darel’s big cock vividly. I found myself absentmindedly wondering what his dick would feel like in her mouth, wondering whether she could take his impressive size or not.

My cock twitched as I imagined my mom worshipping Darel’s big cock like it was her new master. There's no denying it, the notion of my mom getting fucked by Darel’s huge cock made me extremely turned on. I could only curse and blame the subliminal as I fished out my dick from my pants and started to stroke it.

“See, you are a horny boy after all, alas, you shouldn’t cum to a fantasy about your mom, Scott. It would make your mom sad and angry with you.”

I was on the edge, but Darel’s words brought me back before I could cum. He was playing with me! He made me so horny but left me unable to cum.

I admitted my defeat and decided to flee from the dining room. Darel’s hold over my body was frightening; if I wanted to fight him, I needed a way to free myself from his hold.

I ran back to my room. I then continued from where I left before Darel teased me. I imagined Darel holding my mom’s head with his hand as he pushed his entire ten-inch cock into my mom’s throat.

“Take all my load, bitch,” the imaginary Darel groaned. His body trembled as he shot his load down my mom’s throat. This imaginary Darel cum like a flood; he cum so much, his cum flowed out of my mom’s nose.

Darel took his cock out of my mom’s mouth. My mom wiped the cum that flowed out of her nose with her fingers and then licked her fingers clean. She opened her mouth and showed Darel her empty mouth. It was a nasty act that I believe my real mom would never done, but the imaginary mom in my fantasy didn’t have a problem doing it.

“Good girl, now, I will give you a reward; Cum!” In my imagination, Darel could control my mom’s orgasm with just a word. My ‘mom’ orgasmed on the spot when Darel asked her to cum.

As my ‘imaginary’ mom cum, I also couldn’t hold back anymore and cum at the same time from stroking my cock..

KNOCK KNOCK.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t enjoy my afterglow as the door of my room was knocked on by ‘someone’. Considering who on the house, it could be my mom or Darel.

“Is that you Darel? Do you want to gloat over your victory?”

“No, it’s me, Scott. Open the door, we need to talk!” The voice from the other side was my mom instead of Darel.

I started to panic, “wait a minute, mom, I’m changing my clothes.”

After I finished changing my pants to cleaner ones, I opened the door. My mom stood there like a statue; her gaze was empty. Behind her, stood Darel with a wicked grin.

Darel flashed his phone right in front of me, and I was unable to avert my gaze,I was entranced by the screen.

“You have realized a lot of stuff I don’t want you to know, boy. We can’t have that. Thankfully, I’m here before you dig deeper. Let me tweak your mind.”

To be continued in Next Chapter

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