THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 3

Scott’s POV:

I looked at the alarm clock at my bedside. It was still 3 AM late in the night, but I didn’t think I could go back to sleep again for now. Most of my memory regarding the dreams was vague, but I could still recall the acute terror when the giant version of my mother crushed me with her palm like she was smacking a mosquito. My back was still drenched with cold sweat as I recalled my unfortunate end.

I exited my bedroom. All that sweat made me feel dehydrated and desperately wanted water to quench my dried throat. I walked quickly toward the kitchen and didn’t expect to meet my mother there.

Mother was wearing a cropped tank top with a quite scandalously low neckline, giving a generous show of her cleavage. I have never seen her wear the top before, so it's probably a new pair of clothes she just bought. Since a few days ago, my mother had been on a shopping spree and brought back a few shopping bags with her when she came home. From the logo on the shopping bags, I could guess it was from a clothing store. I didn't know why she bought a lot of clothes lately, but my mother had a collection of suits, thus I implied that she was buying a bunch of suits, I never expected that she would buy something casual and sexy like what she was wearing right now. Apart from the top, she wore tight, hip-hugging yoga pants as her bottom.

My mother wasn't prudish, she was fine with dressing sexy and showing skin. She had worked out a lot to maintain her pretty appearance in her busy schedule, and she had all the right to show it off. I know full well how hot my mother was, I had fantasized about her back when I hit puberty and began to know porn, but as I grew up, I already passed the phase of having a crush on my own mother. Or so I thought.

I could feel the area between the crotch on my pants tighten as I had an embarrassing boner while my eyes seemingly glued to my mother's cleavage.

I want to put my dick between her big tits. I didn’t know where the intrusive thought came from, but it certainly came in bad timing, as my mother finally registered my presence, hopefully, she didn’t notice the small tent on my pant

“I don’t expect you already wake up, darling,” said my mother.

“Yeah, got a nightmare, and I don’t want to back to sleep so soon after that experience.”

“Do you want me to coddle you, baby?”

I like to, but unfortunately, “No, thank you, Mother, but I am too old for that now,” It’s unfortunate, but it would be quite awkward if she hugged me while I got this boner in my pants.

I saw her expression turn serious. I didn't think that I said something wrong to her. She walked toward me.

“Remember Scott, you will always be my dearest baby boy.” Even after my refusal, my mother still hugged me in the end.

Because of our height difference, my face was pressed against her tits when she hugged me. Unfortunately, I can't enjoy this lucky situation because I am fully focused on holding my raging boner.

"Stop it, mommy, you stink! Have you been working out in this godly hour?" My brain went overdrive, and I made up reason based on what I could infer to let her quickly release me before I succumbed to my urge and made a fool of myself.

She released her embrace, looking embarrassed but also quite pissed because her son called her stinky.

“What’s wrong with working out at this time of day? It’s hard for me to find free time to work out lately, and can only do the routine at around these hours.”

I was surprised that my guess was right, but her answer made me worried about some matter, “How about your sleeping schedule? Don’t you have to work in the morning? This seems unhealthy.”

“Oh, don’t be concerned about that, I have that matter in my control. It’s not like I did this every day and from next week, I will start going to a gym again,” My mother replied nonchalantly.

“Gym?”

“Yeah, my friend told me about this new gym near my office that just newly opened a few days ago, after I checked the place out, I decided to register for a membership, but this week is pretty hectic and packed so I can only start next week.”

She continued, “I will get home later than usual as I will go to the gym directly after work, are you fine with it, baby?”

“It’s okay, I’m not a child anymore, you don’t need to worry about me being alone at home,” I answered. It was unfortunate that we would get less time to bond between mother and son, but my mother’s happiness was still the number one priority. She had already done a lot for me, if I didn’t support her in this matter, I would be petty and selfish.

A smile appeared on my mother’s face, and I knew it because my answer had dispelled her concern, and she was now able to do her things without worry.

“Wait here or in your room but don’t fall asleep, I will prepare a delicious breakfast for you, let’s eat together.”

“I think it’s too early for a heavy breakfast, Mother.”

“Well, I will make a light simple sandwich for you then.”

A few minutes later, she finished the sandwich, and even though she said it was just a simple sandwich, it was the complete package, I mean one with bacon, egg, tomato, lettuce, and mayonnaise. Mother added too much mayonnaise to the sandwich.

I was thankful that she made me this sandwich, but the moment I took a bite of the sandwich, the memory of my dream flashed in my mind, the moment when Caleb filled my mother’s pussy to the brim and I could only see from the sideline while his cum was leaking out of her pussy. His cum was thick and looked like mayonnaise.

My stomach churned, fortunately, I controlled myself quickly before I vomited my stomach content out. The memory made me lose all my appetite.

“Anything wrong with the sandwich, baby?”

My mother noticed how I put down my sandwich after the first bite.

“Nothing, I just reminded of my nightmare.”

“Hmmm…can you tell me about your nightmare?”

You were fucked by Caleb, and you look really loved it. No way I could tell her about the nightmare.

“Sorry... It’s quite embarrassing, and I don’t think I shall say it,” my face flushed red in shame.

My mother seemed to think of something, then gave an understanding nod, “Okay, I understand, you don’t need to tell me about it. What I want to tell you is don’t think too much about your nightmare, whatever it is, it is just a dream. As long as you don’t keep thinking about it, you will soon forget the bad dreams you have.”

I nodded, taking her advice on my mind. Yes, it’s just a bad dream, I didn’t need to think about it too seriously.

I didn’t know how and when I fell asleep, what I remember was that after I finished the sandwich, I chatted with Mother for a few minutes, then went back to my room. After that, it was a blur, I recalled that I did something with my phone. I checked my phone and my eyes opened wide, shrugging off all my sleepiness; I saw my phone browser page was still opening the porn site page. Fortunately, there was no video currently being played. How embarrassed would I be if my mother accidentally heard what I was watching when I was sleeping?

Memory rushed back to my mind; after I went back to my room, to relieve my painful boner, I browsed through porn sites, watching a few MILF-related porn, most of it was mother-son **** video but there was another video I watch such as where two MILF catfighting each other where the winner got to fuck some guy, and the loser need to clean up the pussy of the winning MILF after the guy cummed inside her. I still didn't know why I watched the last one, but the video successfully made me cum so hard, I lost strength and put me back to sleep. At least, I didn't get any nightmares this time when I was sleeping, it was a good thing that I could sleep soundly for a few hours…or not, I glanced at the alarm clock, and it read 7:00 AM. I overslept, and I was almost late to school. I rushed downstairs quickly and went straight to the bathroom.

I undressed from my pajamas; I saw that there was a dried cum spot on my brief. Probably the remnant of last night's masturbation. I dropped my soiled clothes into the laundry basket belonging to me.

It was when I noticed something on the other basket, my mother’s laundry basket. Usually, I ignored her basket, I’m not a freak who would rummage through my mother’s dirty laundry. But this time, my vision immediately rests upon my mother’s sporty thong. It was lying on top of her pile of clothes, I could see the rest of her workout clothes below it as well; the tight black yoga pants that hugged her luscious rear and the cropped tank top with a scandalously low neckline that showed a lot of her cleavage for others to see. With the thong lying atop these clothes, it was easy to guess that she wore the thong when she worked out last night. For some reason, I couldn’t take my attention away from the piece of cloth.

Pick it. I really tempted to pick her panties up. My mind flashed with various images and fantasies of me pressing the panties on my face, how it would smell? Realistically speaking, it would be a pungent bitter odor of her sweat, it might be also a bit of ammonia-like smell from the residue of her piss or other intimate excretions. But, according to a study, a vagina smell could change depending on the woman's diet. My mother loved to eat healthy food, so, it could also smell not that pungent as I guessed.

The more I thought about it, the stronger the urge to bury my face in her panties. I hate and disgusted with myself that I found the idea was making my dick hard.

I tried to calm my mind by closing my eyes so I no longer focus on my mother's thong panties, but the moment I opened my eyes, my hand already held the panties close to my face I could already smell its scent. The odor filled my nose, and I could feel my orgasm build up to its peak quickly, a little longer, and I probably would cum right there but fortunately, I manage to hold back. I felt so depraved knowing that my dick was ready to explode to the ‘sweet’ aroma of my own mother's dirty panties.

I threw her panties back into the laundry basket in fright. It was a close call. I didn't know how in a short moment I lost control of my consciousness and my body moved auto-pilot to pick her panties.

The few minutes I spent in the bathroom were torturous, my cock felt full, and I wanted to cum so bad, but I was scared of losing control of myself. I showered with cold and almost freezing water to cool down the heat rising inside me before I escaped from the room.

After the unfortunate episode in the bathroom, I finished the rest of my preparation without a hitch.

Because of how rushed I was before. I failed to notice and just realized it now; my mother was nowhere to be found. She probably went to her work earlier. I didn’t blame her for being so busy. My only complaint was why she didn’t wake me up before she went to work. It was so unlike her, she used to call me downstairs after breakfast was ready and check on me if I didn’t go out of my room within 5 minutes.

I made my way to the dining room, I noticed that my mother hadn’t forgotten to prepare breakfast on the table. The more reason I felt that it was unusual and amiss considering what she used to do as part of her routine.

In the middle of the dining table was a conspicuous pink-colored envelope.

Could it be my mother was kidnapped? It explains that she didn’t check on me if she was suddenly kidnapped. Should I call the police? But first, I need to check what this pink envelope contains.

I opened the envelope and picked the thing inside. There was a disc and instruction manual. The disc was from the gym my mother recently registered.

“The Dare All Gym,” I read the name of the gym listed in the instruction manual. Somehow, I didn’t like the name of the gym.

I put the disc and the manual back in the envelope, I didn’t know what the purpose of why mother left it on the dining table. Was it an invitation for me to go there?

I will check the place after school. Maybe I can ask David what he knows about this gym.

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Anna’s POV: Back to yesterday. __

“Curse him, why I can’t stop thinking about his dick,” I grumbled. The mysterious man’s dick filled my mind and distracted me a lot. The video he sent also aggravated my horniness even more.

The video he sent was actually quite normal, even boring to a degree, despite its title being a tutorial to be a bad MILF. But I admit the woman in the video was very sexy. She was a brunette Latina woman, she looked like she was in her mid-30s, but I knew to not judge a woman’s age by her appearance. Like any makeover tutorial, the woman laid out her makeup kit on the table. She immaculately painted her face with makeup. I thought she would put a whorish look, but no, the end result was sensual enough. The woman probably was a professional makeup artist, I was amazed at how she didn’t look trashy even if her face was cake with quite thick makeup. The Latina was already beautiful before makeup but after she applied her makeup, I was mesmerized by her beauty.

The woman then pulled out a big dildo. She performed a fellatio on the dildo and even took it deep inside her mouth. After a few minutes, she finished her performance and showed her audience the dildo she just deepthroated. There was her red lipstick mark near the base end of the dildo.

I want to be like her. Beautiful and sexy. I imagine that I was replacing the woman, but instead of the dildo, it was the dick of the mysterious man. Like the video woman, I gave the man a blowjob, and just like her, I imagined that I took his big dick whole.

I shuddered and broke from my fantasy. Thankfully, I could stop myself before I made a fool of myself by jilling my cunt in my workplace like crazy just because of my fantasy. The voice of reason had prevailed, and gradually, I calmed down.

The video had not finished yet so I resumed to watch the video. The woman was now showing the contents of her wardrobe. It had a range of clothes from casual to fetish wear. Even the casual one she had was a sexy little thing. The woman then went on a long tangent about how to dress for different occasions, and how to maximize our charm as MILF.

Don't be afraid to show your assets. Show your tits and ass. Use your physical assets to your advantage.

I absorbed the lesson she taught, it was not a novel and secret thing. I knew well about the advice she gave.

I am not a prude, so I didn't mind to dress sexily. Yet, even though what she said wasn't a new concept, the video shifted my Overton windows regarding dressing. What was previously I thought was too much for the workplace, after watching the video, I began to think it wasn't that unsuitable and okay to wear a sexier dress.

I watched the video till the end. I didn't know what was going on in my mind that I was wasting time watching this long tangent rather than doing my work.

"I finished watching the video you sent," I sent a message to the mysterious man.

A few moments later, he replied, "Good girl, after you finish your working hours, I want you to go to this address…"

He sent me an address. Surprisingly, the place was near my office. It was only a few minutes’ walk. There is no harm in checking the place out. Who knows if I can meet him there?

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Hours later. Once I clocked out of my office, I went to check the place the mysterious man told me to visit. The place in the address was a gym.

“Welcome to the Dare All Gym,” the receptionist greeted me. She was an Asian woman with a small stature but with a big bubbly ass and big fake tits. A stereotypical short-stack gym bunny

“Hello, I’m Keisha, how can I help you? Do you want to join our gym membership?”

“err…I –”

Before I finished saying my answer. My phone notification rang. It was a message from the mysterious man.

“Join the gym membership, show this message to Keisha, and she will manage the rest.” Commanded the man.

Fine. It is not a bad decision, coincidentally, I want to work out more lately. Doing it in a gym with a personal trainer will be more effective than doing it at home by myself.

I followed the man's instructions and showed the message to Keisha.

Keisha didn’t seem to be surprised and instantly knew what she needed to do.

“Follow me,” the Asian girl said.

I followed her to somewhere that appeared to be a locker room.

“This is a special locker room the owner had arranged for you. Only a few that opted by the owner can use this room. All you need is already inside the locker, you can open it using this card.” Keisha handed over a golden-colored membership card to me.

Owner. Is the mysterious man the owner of this gym? No wonder he asked me to register to his gym. Who is he?

“Ms. Keisha, can you tell me the gym’s owner's name?”

The Asian woman looked at me with a confused look. Quite a normal reason considering the owner gave me preferential treatment but then I asked his employee about his name.

“I’m in a weird circumstance I can’t say in detail but long story short, he didn’t tell me his name,” I explained to her.

“Oh…I get it now.”

Fortunately, it seemed that Keisha accepted my vague explanation and didn’t ask further questions.

“We usually called him Master Lebron,” Keisha finally revealed the mysterious man's name to me.

Lebron…the name sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t remember where I heard the name.

Keisha left me alone in the room after giving me a short introduction about the gym’s facility.

Well, I’m already here, why not use their facility to the fullest? It is free anyway. For his intention behind registering me at his gym, I can ask him later. I let my guard down for now and walked to the locker to change my clothes. According to Keisha, the gym had provided all things necessary for the workout, including workout clothes. I still have a question about whether the gym had the correct clothes size for me, but Keisha told me to not worry because the clothes they provided used cutting-edge technology that could suit any body type.

I opened the locker and scoffed when I saw the clothes Keisha meant. It was a one-piece leotard bodysuit. The material looked nylon-like but I didn’t think it your ordinary nylon. After a few moments of hesitation, I undressed from my business suit and then quickly changed to the beige-colored bodysuit.

As Keisha claimed, the bodysuit was easy to wear; the fabric stretched to my size then it compressed to become form-fitting like a second skin. The fabric felt nice when it touched my skin.

The bodysuit was quite sexy as it hugged and outlined every curve I had. Don't be afraid to show your assets. Show your tits and ass. Use your physical assets to your advantage.

I recalled what the woman in the video said. Yes, rather than feeling shame for working out in such a sexy bodysuit, I felt empowered. The bodysuit did a good job to emphasize my tits and ass.

I exited from my locker room and sashayed in the gym room. The gym didn’t have a lot of people at this hour, and most of them were women.

They gave me a short look then back to their workout. Honestly, it made me pissed and soured my mood. I thought I had far past the phase where I craved validation and attention, but being overlooked made my deep-buried insecurity resurface. I wanted attention. I wanted others to react to my appearance. I wanted to see them being jealous of me, and adore my appearance.

I saw Keisha walk toward me.

“Ann, Master Lebron told me to bring you to his place.”

Youngsters this day needed to be taught to be more polite. I didn’t remember giving this girl younger than me permission to call me on a first-name basis yet, and she acted like we were close friends while we just knew each other a few minutes ago. I forgave her this time because the second part of her words caught my attention.

I followed Keisha upstairs to another room. The mysterious man was waiting for me there. The moment I saw him, I finally recalled where I heard the name Lebron before. The mysterious man, Master Lebron, was none other than Darel Lebron.

“Good evening, Mrs. Robinson, we meet again,” greeted Darel

“You! Why are you here?”

“Of course, because this gym is mine, I am what they called Master Lebron.”

“So, why did you call me here, Mr. Lebron? Why did you send me those unsolicited dick pics? Don’t you know I can report you to Amanda for your nasty behavior? Oh, before I forget, please give me back my phone, or I will report you to the police for stealing my stuff. I accept your being the new coach of the school, and I will not meddle with what you did in your capacity as coach, but what you did to me is outside your scope of work, and outright unlawful.”

“Anna, threatening me with Amanda will not work. Do you know why Keisha called me Master Lebron? It’s because I can do something like this; Slut Anna, I’m your master!” Darel commanded.

I suddenly lost control of myself and it seemed someone else was replacing me, replacing my mind and memories.

“I’m your slut, Master,” I said. The specific identity of the man in front of me no longer mattered to me, the most important thing was he was my master.

To Be Continued in the Next Chapter

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