THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 5 (Mother's PoV)

Anna’s PoV:

It had been two days since my affair with Darel, I thought I could treat it just as one night stand and memoryholed what happened that day. But even when I closed my eyes, I could see his dick, and the more I saw it, the more I wanted to get down on my knees and suck his magnificent dick.

I waited for his new instructions to arrive in my phone inbox, but ever since I finished his last instruction to workout with a dildo in my pussy, he stopped giving me new instructions, and I found out that only by finishing what he command me to do I could cum hard and got a satisfying orgasm. When I tried to rub myself without waiting for his command, what I got was only a disappointing release that was pretty much incomparable to the mind-blowing orgasm I got as a reward for following his command.

Maybe it was the thrill of putting my life on the edge of ruin that made I could cum that hard. With that hypothesis in mind, I tried to put that into practice, if my hypothesis was right, I would not need to follow Darel’s instructions anymore. It would be a winning solution for me. I wouldn’t be put in a dilemma and guilt of following my son’s bully’s brother's instruction, and I could get the orgasm I much craved.

Of course, I didn’t do what could endanger my life in my first attempt. I started small and safe. I put on my new lingerie that I bought a few days ago that Darel commanded me to buy, a set of white bras and panties with the Queen of Spade emblem on it.

At first, I didn’t know what that logo even meant, but after some search on the internet, the hidden meaning of what that logo symbolized shocked me. It was a symbol for a non-black woman who sexually adored black men and was exclusive for them. I scoffed at the implication of why Darel asked me to buy this set of lingerie, maybe Darel thought he had conquered me.

After putting on that lingerie, I started my workout routine. The routine was taken from a workout video Darel sent me before. My first impression of the set of exercises was that it was focused more on being pleasing to see rather than practicality, but after I tried the routine. My old workout routine felt so boring and unsuitable for me. Long story short, I was unable to back to my old one and kept doing this sexy routine that had twerking and boobs jiggling in its set of exercises.

I imagined when I did all these sexy routines, someone would walk into the room or peep at what I did from their windows. I had my curtain open and I picked a position in which my neighbor could get a view of what I did if they watched in my house direction, well if they still awoke at this godly hour late in the night. Maybe the devil was listening to my fantasy and decided to grant it with a twist. In the middle of my twerking routine, Scott walked to the room.

“Mother, what are you doing?” He asked.

“Oh, it's you, Scott, having trouble sleeping again?” I asked back without answering his question.

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

From his tone, he disapproved of what I did and wore. Understandable, it must be pretty shocking for him to see me twerking in this kind of lingerie. But I didn’t know why I felt so irritated at his question, he didn’t know that I did this for him so I wouldn’t continue my affair with Darel if I could get the alternatives to get that mind-blowing orgasm. What an ingrate boy he is, right? In such a moment, I heard Darel’s voice in my mind, it might be just my imagination.

“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?” I replied in an annoyed tone.

“Uhmm…you are right, my bad, sorry.”

When I saw Scott apologize, the fire in my chest calmed down, and the clarity of my mind was back as my motherly instinct kicked in.

“You don't need to say sorry, my baby boy, I understand where your question comes from, it's partly my fault.” I 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,” He said.

Now, that I thought about it, lately, Scott had a nightmare and woke up in this period of hours. What had disturbed him? Was it about Darel? I was concerned of my son's mental health.

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

He hesitated for a moment, before he looked at me embarrassedly, “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?”

Knew it, it must be a sexual one, hence the reason he hesitated to tell me. In his nightmare, I was Caleb’s devoted ****. It was indeed a nightmare to have your mother become a **** of your bully. But of course, I would not be Caleb’s ****, I am Darel’s.

Unknowingly, I had my face blushed red at the thought of becoming Darel’s ****. No, what the hell you are thinking, Anna, you are nobody's ****! It was dangerous though, thankfully, I could shrug the thought off.

I faced Scott 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.”

Tiffany Macmillan? The Macmillan's brat? Is he busy playing with his new toy so he doesn’t bother to give me an instruction anymore?

I put the thought about the Macmillan aside and turned my focus back to Scott, “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.”

I added the last bit to be a safety measure, who knew if Darel would spread the news that he had an affair with me, with this, I hope even if he heard it, Scott would be skeptical and give me room for damage control.

“Yes, Mother, I promise you, that except if I have solid proof, I will not believe any random rumor I hear.”

“Good, that’s my good baby boy.”

After I sent Scott away, I didn’t bother to continue my workout routine. My mind knew there was some important thing to do. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Darel. I knew I was betraying Scott’s trust, but I couldn’t stop myself, why did I do this? I didn’t know, in my mind, this was the right thing to do at this moment. The message I sent contained the details of Scott’s nightmare about me being Caleb’s ****.

I didn’t have any expectation that Darel would reply to me quickly considering that he didn’t give me a new instruction or reply to my previous message. Additionally, this was still around 3 AM in the night, he might still be asleep. But to my surprise, less than 3 minutes after I sent the message, Darel sent me a reply.

“Good, I have a new instruction for you, I want you to masturbate with the fantasy of becoming Caleb’s **** as your son feared, do it in the bathroom as you shower, don’t lock the door, spend as long as possible there until your wimpy son peeps at you, you can only cum when he peeps at you. And when you cum, it will be one of the greatest cum in your life.”

I read his instructions and realized what I had just done. I just gave Darel a way to humiliate my son, but my orgasm-craving mind suppressed the guilt I felt for the moment.

I put down my phone and made my way to the bathroom as Darel instructed. I turned the shower and started to masturbate on the fantasy of being Caleb’s ****. I imagined Caleb as a cruel master who was rough and didn’t bother to care about what I felt, how he insulted me as a slut mother of a wimpy loser and made me beg to be fucked by him. Instead of frantically rubbing my pussy on my own volition, it was Caleb who asked me to jill my cunt like a wanton slut.

At some point, I noticed that Scott was peeping at me masturbating in the shower. Finally, the wimp is here. As if my shackles finally be broken, I could feel my orgasm peak and ready to explode.

“Oh God, take me, please fuck me!” I moaned. Fortunately, I was able to stop myself saying ‘Please fuck me, Caleb.’

My body trembled as a wave of mind-blowing orgasms washed over me. I dropped to the floor like a puppet whose string had been cut.

I saw that Scott was backing away from the door. He probably thought that I didn’t notice he was peeping at me. A playful idea came to my mind, “Scott, are you outside?” I asked as loud as possible with my remaining strength. I hoped that it would frighten him so he would not develop a tendency to be a peeping tom. Peeping at me once was enough.

Somehow, playing a prank on him made me feel so good. Am I turning to be a bully for my own son?

To be Continued in the next chapter

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