The rise and fall of a mom

Hey guys! This is the first of three stories written by my friend by the name of Watson. I am publishing this story because Watson cannot be bothered to create his own CHYOA account. As a result, this story is quite different to the writing style of my regular stories.

Please be aware that all characters in this story are 18 years of age or older

Since this is a slow-moving story, if you wish to cut directly to hot scenes, please use the chapter named "chapter guide", which lists all chapters with the hottest scenes in them.

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The red synthetic track emitted a burnt smell under the scorching sun. The air was hot enough to burn, and the teenagers running around were drenched in sweat. I sniffed the air—this smell made even breathing feel like a struggle.

My name is Xiao Fei, just an ordinary high school student.

Right now, I'm sitting under a sunshade at the edge of the field, a math workbook spread out before me. Yet those twisted function graphs and complex solid geometry problems seemed far less real to my eyes than the tall figure pacing back and forth on the track.

That figure was my mother, Zhu Ling.

Once a top-tier sprinter in the country, she now serves as the U17 sprint youth training coach for the provincial track and field team.

Standing at an impressive 5'10", she possessed a perfectly proportioned frame—full breasts, sleek, flowing muscle lines, an astonishing waist-to-hip ratio, and a pair of straight, long legs.

Today, she wore a white cropped athletic top. The fabric was thin and tight, clinging to her body like a second skin, accentuating the exaggerated shape of her large, round breasts.

The hem was pitifully short, barely covering the lower part of her breasts. Her flat, firm abdomen and slender waist were fully exposed, with her small, deep-set navel standing out provocatively.

While such a professional, form-fitting top should have provided ample support, my mother's breasts were simply too large. Even within the confines of the sports top, the two mounds of flesh swayed slightly beneath the fabric, creating waves of movement that rippled through the air with each step she took.

Her lower body was clad in a pair of black, high-stretch leggings.

The tight fabric perfectly outlined her straight, long legs and her firm, round buttocks. Even the faint outline of her crotch, stretched by the material, was vaguely visible.

With every step, the two halves of her buttocks rolled distinctly beneath the taut fabric, making one's mouth dry in this sweltering heat.

By now, as the training intensified, sweat drenched her back. Her long, jet-black hair was neatly pulled into a high ponytail, which drew countless sensual arcs through the air with each of her urgent, powerful strides.

"Zhang Hao! Your arm swing! Keep your elbows tucked in! Are you cosplaying a gorilla?"

"Li Kai! Your forward lean at the start is too shallow—are you trying to take off or what?"

"And you! Your form is worse than theirs. How many times have I told you to use your brain!"

Mom's gaze swept over every team member, no minor flaw escaping her notice.

The group of youthful teenagers now stood before her like frightened chicks, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Listen up! Next week is the National Youth Championship qualifiers—this isn’t a field trip!"

Mom stepped before the line. A simple hands-on-hips stance made her already ample chest appear even more imposing and upright, as if it might burst through her sports top at any moment.

"You all know what our provincial results have been like these past few years! If we don't bring home a decent ranking this time, you—and I—will be packing our bags and out the door!"

As she spoke, her chest rose and fell with each breath. Sweat trickled down her smooth forehead, over her high nose and slightly pursed lips, before disappearing into the fabric of her sports top.

As she lectured, the adolescent boys' gazes drifted—sometimes deliberately, sometimes not—toward the sweat-drenched areas of her body that seemed to grow more alluring by the second.

Her full breasts, her slender waist, her firm, rounded buttocks, and between her legs... the plump, honeyed cleft faintly outlined by the tight fabric of her leggings.

On one side, Mom's piercingly beautiful eyes;

On the other, the boys' complex gazes—filled with awe, fear, obsession, and desire.

"Five-minute break! Drink up!"

Mom glanced at the timer in her hand and ordered coldly.

The players scattered like birds released from captivity, rushing toward the sideline refreshment station.

A few bold ones twisted open caps and gulped water while stealing glances at her retreating figure out of the corners of their eyes, whispering among themselves.

"Damn... Coach Zhu's outfit today is killer. That ass... seriously..."

A lanky guy murmured.

"You wanna die? Trying to get yourself a ten-mile penalty run?"

His buddy beside him quickly nudged him.

"Just saying! Didn't you see? That waist, those breasts, those pants are way too revealing—you can practically see her pussy... Hmm, compared to Coach Zhu, the girls at our school look like underdeveloped little girls."

"Shut up! She's looking this way!"

The teammates' whispers floated lightly into my ears. I lowered my head, pretending not to hear, focusing instead on solving the math problems in my workbook.

I was used to this feeling. Having such a tall, stunningly beautiful mother meant that throughout my childhood, I was constantly surrounded by stares and whispers of one kind or another.

Then, Zhang Hao—the team's top performer but also the wildest—actually walked straight up to Mom during a break, holding a bottle of drink.

"Coach Zhu, you've been working hard. Here, have a drink."

Zhang Hao was tall and muscular. As he handed Mom the water, his eyes roamed her body without restraint.

His gaze wandered from her beautiful face to her firm, full breasts, from her sexy navel to her long, shapely legs. Finally, pretending to wipe sweat from his brow, he deliberately fixed his eyes between her legs—on the full, rounded shape of her pussy outlined by her tight leggings!

"Huff... huff..."

Zhang Hao feigned heavy breathing, though his eyes remained glued to the outline beneath her leggings. Only after several seconds, sensing his hand hovering awkwardly in midair, did he lift his gaze.

"Coach... Coach Zhu? Have some water. Heh heh."

Zhang Hao looked at his mother, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

She didn't take the water, merely glancing at him indifferently. "What is it?"

"Nothing. Just think you're being too hard on yourself, Coach. Training with us in this heat..."

Zhang Hao kept smiling, leaning closer and lowering his voice to his mom. "Plus... Coach, you look really good in that outfit. It shows off your figure so well."

As he spoke, Zhang Hao's gaze practically glued itself to his mom's chest, as if he wanted to pluck out his eyeballs and press them directly onto it!

Yet, faced with the teenager's blatant, self-deluded flirtation, her expression remained utterly impassive. She simply stared back at Zhang Hao, like a cold queen surveying an ugly goblin—her icy, beautiful eyes stirred not a single ripple.

"Um... heh... Coach Zhu..."

Zhang Hao felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze. He forced an awkward smile, his expression slipping before he finally tore his eyes away from her chest.

After a full ten seconds, his mother spoke coldly, "Zhang Hao, my figure is none of your concern. What I see is that your mind isn't on your training."

"N-no, Coach, I was just..."

Zhang Hao panicked, instinctively taking two steps back as he stubbornly defended himself, "I was just concerned about you."

"Concerned about me? You're that bored, are you?"

His mother gave a cold laugh. While Zhang Hao retreated, she stepped forward. Standing at 178 cm, she was naturally tall, and her years of athletic training had honed an imposing presence that now weighed heavily on Zhang Hao.

Mom looked at Zhang Hao, tilting her chin slightly. "Since you have so much free time and energy to worry about your coach's figure, it means your regular training load is still too easy for you."

Raising her arm, her slender fingers pointed toward the red 400-meter track at the sidelines. "Go. Four sets of 400-meter sprints. I'll time you. Each set must be under 55 seconds. Fail, and you add another set. Now. Immediately. Go."

"Ah..."

Zhang Hao dramatically tilted his head, his face instantly turning ashen.

Four sets of 400-meter sprints in this scorching heat? It felt like a death sentence!

Seeing his reaction, Mom narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone dripping with condescending pride. "What? Do you have a problem with my plan?"

"No... no."

Zhang Hao's defiance vanished completely. Deflated, he turned and headed toward the track.

But after taking just a few steps, he seemed to remember something. He spun back around, forcing a flattering smile onto his face. "Coach, after I finish running... could I treat you to dinner tonight? I know this new Western restaurant that just opened..."

"Add two more sets."

Mom completely ignored Zhang Hao's invitation, not even glancing at him. She coldly spat out four words before pressing the start button on the timer.

Zhang Hao's face fell completely. His teammates resting in the distance had naturally witnessed his entire humiliation. Each of them was holding back laughter like they were constipated. He shot them a fierce glare before resigning himself to sprinting off.

But then, Mom abruptly turned around, her gaze sweeping over the other players on the sidelines. "And you lot! Have you all had your fill of watching? Want to join him for a run?"

The boys flinched in fright, immediately lowering their heads, not daring to glance up again.

With that, the commotion was quashed by Mom’s absolute authority. She walked to the edge of the track, watching Zhang Hao sprinting furiously under the scorching sun, her face still as cold as ice.

The remaining players huddled by the sidelines, not daring to breathe. Yet the glances they exchanged were filled with uncontrollable excitement and schadenfreude.

Once Mom had walked a good distance away, their whispers began again, drifting lightly into my ears.

"That idiot Zhang Hao sure has some nerve, trying to hit on Coach Zhu and even asking her out to dinner. Did he get his head stuck in a door or something?"

"He's just banking on his good grades, thinking Coach Zhu'll give him some face. And look what happened?"

"Four hundred meters in the sixth group. Ha! Not sure if his legs will even work tomorrow."

"But seriously," the first guy smacked his lips, lifting his gaze that drifted uncontrollably toward Mom’s tight-fitting pants and her firm, rounded butt. "Coach Zhu’s outfit today? Damn, she’s a killer. Look at that round, perky ass, and those pants stretched so tight. The way she sways when she walks... damn, she's got me hooked."

"And those tits! I was standing close earlier and got a clear look. Sweat soaked right through her shirt, and the shape... hmm, definitely a D cup? Nah, I'd say at least an E!"

They chatted back and forth, their conversation growing increasingly explicit, a mix of adolescent impulsiveness and sleaziness.

Just then, the player named Li Kai cleared his throat, suddenly stood up, and strode toward Mom with a righteous look on his face. They weren't far apart, and his voice carried loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

"Coach Zhu, please don't get angry. That kid Zhang Hao is just a dirty old man."

Li Kai looked indignant as he addressed his mother. "I've been watching him. Since earlier, he's been staring at your chest and butt, muttering all sorts of dirty things, saying he wants to..."

His mother whipped her head around, her icy gaze locking onto Li Kai's face. She raised an eyebrow. " Oh? What did he say?"

Li Kai's heart pounded under his mother's piercing gaze, but he pressed on with his accusation: "He said... he said Coach, your waist is so slim, and your hips are so full—you look like you'd be great at bearing children... and he also said..."

"Hmph..." His mother cut him off with a cold laugh. "Li Kai, you were listening very clearly, weren't you? Seems your attention wasn't on training either."

Li Kai's face drained instantly. He waved his hands frantically. "Coach Zhu... I... I wasn't... I wasn't... I was just standing up for you!"

His mother shook her head. "I don't need you to stand up for me. All I know is, my team doesn't need someone who gossips about teammates behind their backs and wastes time spreading rumors."

With that, Mom pointed her finger toward the track once more.

"You'll run with him. Every set he does, you do. You rest only when he finishes. Now, go. Don't make me repeat myself."

Li Kai was utterly dumbfounded. He never dreamed that his attempt to tattle would backfire and drag him into trouble too.

He opened his mouth, wanting one last attempt to protest, but under his mother's icy stare, he ultimately slunk off toward the track, joining the ranks of the suffering.

With that, the entire training ground fell completely silent. Not a single person dared to whisper anymore.

Everyone obediently did their stretches, not even daring to breathe heavily, afraid of becoming the next unlucky one.

Watching it all unfold, my heart felt a tangled mix of emotions.

The tight line of my mother's lips and the slight furrow of her brow radiated deep exhaustion and irritation.

I knew she wasn't relishing this power to control everything. Instead, she was using this harshness and coldness to mask her own inner anxiety.

Because next week's competition was a war she could only win, not lose....

Those two punished guys, Zhang Hao and Li Kai, were still running lap after lap.

"Coach... Coach Zhu... I'm sorry... I won't ever do it again... Please let me rest..."

"Coach Zhu... I can't go on... My legs feel like they're breaking..."

Each time they passed Mom, their cries of agony rose and fell in waves. Yet Mom seemed oblivious, not even lifting an eyelid as she stared down at the stopwatch in her hand.

Finally, as the sun began to set, this prolonged ordeal came to an end.

"That's all for today. Everyone, stretch for fifteen minutes before dispersing. Anyone caught slacking off gets double training tomorrow!"

Hearing Mom's announcement, the boys cheered as if hearing heavenly music. A few close friends rushed over, hoisting the utterly spent Zhang Hao and Li Kai onto their shoulders and dragging them toward the sidelines.

Others gathered in small groups, half-heartedly stretching while stealing glances at the woman standing alone in the center of the field.

Mom stood quietly for a moment, then turned and walked toward the coaches' locker room.

The boys linked arms and headed toward the men's locker room on the other side.

I heard their hushed voices, but fragments of excited chatter still drifted over.

"Damn, Coach Zhu is brutal. Zhang Hao and Li Kai really got their asses kicked today."

"Coach Zhu's got some serious muscle. Sweat soaked through her shirt, and those big boobs were bouncing all over the place."

"Keep your voice down, kid! Don't want to get stuck running laps! Come on, let's get out of here. Hit the showers quick—we stink to high heaven."

Soon, the boys emerged from the locker room in small groups, changed into their street clothes, and rode off on their bikes, laughing and joking.

The empty stadium held only me and Mom, still in the locker room.

Another ten minutes passed before Mom finally emerged.

Her upper body was covered by a deep blue jacket bearing the provincial team's emblem, zipped all the way up to conceal her ample breasts, her criminally tempting waist, and her navel.

Yet her lower half remained clad in those same black tights.

This top-loose, bottom-tight ensemble did nothing to diminish Mom's sensuality. Instead, it created a tantalizing, half-hidden allure, amplifying the allure of her lower body even more intensely.

My gaze drifted involuntarily to Mom's beautiful legs. The leggings hugged her long, shapely calves, while her perfectly rounded, firm buttocks were stretched taut against the fabric. With each step, they swayed, as if deliberately flaunting their elasticity and allure to the world.

"Let's go, son."

Her voice sounded weary, yet it had softened considerably compared to when she'd been reprimanding the team members earlier.

I silently gathered my textbooks, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and followed behind her.

We walked one behind the other like this. Mom seemed lost in thought, while I trailed behind, my gaze uncontrollably drawn to her lower body strained by the tight pants—those two beautiful legs crossing back and forth, those two plump, elastic buttocks.

Just as we were about to reach the main gate, a figure suddenly darted out from the side.

"Coach Zhu!"

It was Zhang Hao, freshly showered and dressed in a clean T-shirt and shorts.

Mom frowned, instinctively pulling me half a step behind her. Her voice was icy. "What do you want?"

"Coach, I looked up your old competition videos online. That national championship, the women's 100-meter dash. The champion, Zhu Ling. Coach, back then... you were truly legendary!"

Mom's body seemed to stiffen momentarily, but she quickly regained her icy composure.

She met Zhang Hao's unusually bright gaze. Gone was the earlier flippancy, replaced by a hint of youthful stubbornness and intense passion.

"That's all in the past. What do you want to say?"

"I want to say, Coach Zhu, I admit it—I crave your body. But it's not just your body."

Zhang Hao spoke with brutal honesty, stepping closer as his gaze swept unabashedly over the curves visible beneath my mother's loose coat, lingering on her thighs and legs.

"I'm seriously impressed. Watching you on the court today—that waist, those hips, those legs... you looked even sexier than during your matches. I admit it, I'm obsessed with you. I dream of... cough cough... being with you."

Zhang Hao stared intently at my mother from start to finish, his words crude and direct.

Yet Mom didn't even twitch an eyebrow. Instead, a cold smile curved her lips as she replied, "Is that so? Seems I didn't make you run enough today. You still have the energy to think about such nonsense. What? Your legs aren't sore anymore?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao's face twitched, but he steeled himself and said, "Sore! About to break! But even if my legs break, I'll say it. Coach Zhu, I like you. I want to pursue you. Give me a chance to take you out to dinner, okay?"

"Pursue me?"

Mom seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. She looked Zhang Hao up and down, her gaze as if she were looking at a child who didn't know any better. "How old are you this year? Sixteen? Or seventeen?"

"Seventeen!"

Zhang Hao puffed out his chest.

"I'm thirty-four."

Mom said flatly. "My son—that's him," she nodded toward me with her chin, "is only a year younger than you. Zhang Hao, I'm your coach, not your classmate. Put those inappropriate thoughts aside and focus your energy on the track. If this happens again, it won't be as simple as running laps."

"Age isn't an issue!"

Zhang Hao grew frantic and tried to step forward.

"Get lost."

Mom uttered just one word before grabbing my wrist, sidestepping him, and striding straight toward the exit.

Leaving the stadium, Mom’s armor as a coach seemed to melt away instantly.

She released my hand, exhaled a long breath, and the distant, unapproachable expression on her face softened into the weary look of an ordinary woman navigating life’s hustle.

Mom led me to the corner where our family's slightly chipped blue electric scooter was parked.

She swung her long leg over it and sat down with a cool, confident ease. The black leggings stretched tighter across her firm, rounded buttocks with the movement, revealing the contours of her hips, the fullness of her thighs, and even the shape of her crotch—all laid bare before my eyes!

Mom didn't seem to realize how breathtaking that moment had been. She just patted the back seat and said, "Hop on, Xiao Fei. We're heading to the supermarket. I'll make sweet and sour spare ribs for you tonight."

I grunted in response and climbed onto the back seat.

The scooter started up, carrying us into the evening traffic.

The once nationally acclaimed champion who commanded attention on the track, now a cold-hearted coach feared and adored by a group of half-grown boys on the training field—in this moment, she was simply an ordinary single mother pondering what to cook for her son's dinner.