Chapter 2

Dinner was pleasant but nothing special. After doing the kitchen cleanup, she didn't even think about whose job it was anymore; she wandered into the living room and sat down next to Mark on the couch while he watched TV. She curled up with her feet tucked under and dozed leaning against his shoulder. He put his arm around her and they cuddled there on the couch like it was the most natural thing to do.

The rest of the weekend was laundry, housecleaning and grocery shopping: everything that she couldn't get done during the week because she was too exhausted to even move. The one exception being that on Saturday night Mark recommended that they go see a movie as a treat. Debbie thought it was wonderful, except when Mark forbid her from getting butter on the popcorn. The icy glare and the lowered voice menacing when he said, "No butter, do you think we worked your ass off all week just so you can have butter on your popcorn?"

That look and the voice gave her a shiver she was expecting, with some anticipation if she was honest with herself. The tingle that little bit of domination gave along with a moistening of her vagina caused her to smile at herself. My God! she thought. I feel like I'm dating my son! They held hands through the entire movie; she hadn't felt so alive in years!

Monday morning the regimen started again. The workouts were back and so was the coach. Mark was just as relentless and just as unforgiving as he had been the week prior. He called her names, smacked her ass when she didn't move fast enough and generally drove her as hard as he could. The difference was that now she had a goal other than her weight loss. She knew if she busted her butt, really put forth the effort she would earn that small part of heaven that a massage gave her. And for the next three days she sweated and pushed, really driving herself.

At the end of each day there was Mark holding a towel for her as she left the shower. She didn't even think about him seeing her naked anymore. It seemed so natural when he wrapped that towel around her and led her to the table where he would take her to nirvana!

Each time they would start the same way. She would lie face down on the table while Mark draped the towel over her buttocks. She could feel the tension and pain seem to ooze out of her pours as he started on her feet and slowly worked his way up to her calf, around the knees and up to the meaty part of her thighs. By this time their routine included a number of exercises designed to turn her "butt of flab" into "buns of steel" and her butt cheeks ached and felt like they consisted of hundreds of tiny knots. She secretly wished he would keep going higher and use those magic fingers to relieve the soreness she felt, but she wasn't sure that was such a good idea. She came close to begging him to massage her ass; the problem was it wasn't just her butt that ached. With every caress, every slow kneading of her sore muscles she could feel the desire build up in the pit of her stomach. Longings so long absent were beginning to resurface. She could feel her pussy first become moist, then wet and finally it felt like her lubricating juices were flowing out and puddling on the table. When he touched her legs they would go limp like they had been deboned and they would spread, not wide enough to make it obvious, but wide enough to offer an unrestricted view of her sex.

All thoughts of modesty had been forgotten long ago. If he wants to see his mom's old pussy, she thought, then let 'im, he's certainly earned it. It can't be very interesting to him, she mused. He can probably have all the young cunt at school he wants. That thought brought a stabbing flare of jealousy to her stomach!

She was certainly wrong about his interest. Every day the rush he received from dominating his mother got a little bit better. Each time he yelled at her, smacked her ass, or ordered her around he felt a surge of excitement. This excitement began to manifest itself as a sexual excitement. He had to keep rigorous control of himself to keep from sporting a hard-on throughout their workout sessions. But when it came to the massage at the end of the day that was impossible. Almost from the minute his mother lay on the table his dick was as uncomfortably stiff as a piece of steel and it remained so until he could get upstairs and jack off before dinner. Although he conscientiously worked over every part of her body, his favorite time was when we worked on her legs.

Almost like magic her legs would relax and splay open when he began rubbing her feet. As he moved up her calf and toward the thigh he would be privileged to see her vagina in all its glory. It's not like she held her legs open for him but he could see under the towel and view the wisps of soft brown pubic hair and the unbelievably pink slit of her cunt. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. He really wanted to feel her ass in his hands, soothe the still plump globes under his fingers. The rolls of fat were still there but he could sense the change in her practically day by day. Her legs were becoming firmer; the "wings" under her arms were less pronounced and as her abdomen tightened her potbelly seemed to shrink. She still had a long way to go but he had seen the pictures of her as a younger woman in a slinky one-piece bathing suit. She had been a real knockout and was getting back to there again.

By the second Thursday Debbie was both physically and mentally exhausted. She could hardly drag herself out of the bed that morning and was feeling cross and rebellious. She snapped at him when he corrected her on her technique, slowed down when he told her to keep moving and smacked her ass. During the morning sessions he continued with his heavy-handed coaching seemingly ignoring her outbursts and temper tantrums. By the afternoon session he became fairly quiet, offering quick biting critiques of her performance and little more than superficial instruction. His eyes narrowed and lips formed a thin narrow line. If she had looked she would had been able to see the controlled anger reflected in his eyes. But Debbie was blissfully unaware of this. She became intoxicated with her seeming newfound power and independence. We'll see who's in charge here, she thought. I'm the mom and I'll do what I want. He's here to help me, I'm not here to please him, she smirked.

At the end of the session Mark left without a word. Debbie finished her stretching and strolled to the shower. She was still tired but nowhere near as exhausted as she normally was; it had been a much easier workout than usual. As the hot water flowed over her she smiled to herself. She could already feel Mark's hands on her body, the smell of the warm oil, and the sexual excitement of displaying herself to him. She turned off the water and turned expecting to see him waiting to wrap her in that big warm towel. Nobody was there. She looked out in the changing room. It was empty: no Mark, no table!

She started to panic. A little fear crept into her voice as she tremblingly said, "Mark, I mean, Coach? Where are you?" She felt like she had been punched in the pit of her stomach; there was a giant hole there and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

She quickly dried off threw on a robe and ran up the stairs and to the kitchen. Mark was finishing putting dinner on the table.

"Mark honey, what's wrong?" The words seemed to come out of her as a plaintive wail. There was not reaction from Mark, he acted like she was invisible, a nonentity.

"Please, Mark, I mean Coach, please talk to me! What's wrong? What have I done? Please say something!" Tears were welling up in her eyes and a choking sob escaped.

"What's wrong?" Mark quickly turned towards her, his eyes like burning ice, "What's wrong? You tell me what's wrong!"

"I ... I don't know what you mean," all her bluster and bravado from earlier evaporated. Mark said nothing as he stared into her eyes and moved closer to her. He stopped when his face was about a foot from hers. This close she could see the coldness in his eyes, the absolute lack of emotion. She suddenly felt terrified, like a frightened mouse staring into the eyes of a snake that was about to strike. She couldn't turn away and she began to tremble.

"I ... I guess I wasn't very cooperative today. Maybe, that is, maybe I didn't listen very well, and I suppose I didn't work as hard as I should have..." her voice trailed off and tears started pouring down her cheeks. She started sobbing out loud and uncontrollably. He said nothing, looking at her with that unchanging expression.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Coach! Please give me another chance! I can do better, I will do better! Please give me another chance!" Crying uncontrollably she reached out and hugged him tightly and slid down to her knees with the side of her face pressed into his groin.

"And if I give you another chance what will you do to make up for this wasted day?" His voice was impassive but she could feel his cock start to harden next to her face. She couldn't believe how big it felt! Her fear was still there like a fist grabbing her in the pit of her stomach but desire was suddenly a bright flame vying for position along with the fear. My God! she thought. Maybe he'll make me suck him off!

Unconsciously saliva started to flow in her mouth. What would she do if that was what he wanted? She already knew what her answer would be: if that is what he told her to do, she would do it! It was all she could do to stop herself from yanking down his shorts and cramming that monster into her mouth! She wanted her own son to face-fuck her! She wanted to feel him cum in her mouth and taste his juice!

"I'll do anything! Anything you tell me to! Just please give me another chance!" She hugged him even tighter forcing her face up against the outline of his stiffening member.

He reached down grabbing her by her shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her away from him.

"Very well," he said. "You will be in the gym at 7:00. We'll have a special workout to make up for your poor performance today. Now get to the table and eat."

With an intense sense of relief she stood up and walked to the table and sat down. She was ecstatic that he was giving her another chance but she also felt disappointed. She had wanted him to use her! She knew she had turned him on, she had felt that! Why didn't he take advantage of that chance? She could only believe that he thought she was too old, too fat, and too ugly. She teared at the thought but sat upright in her chair and determined that she would finish this regime. She would lose this weight, she would become someone her son could be proud of, someone he could desire!

They finished dinner in silence. Afterwards while Debbie was cleaning up Mark went downstairs to the gym.

At 7:00 Debbie entered the gym. Mark was standing in his normal position. He looked at her and smiled, it was not a kind smile. Debbie cringed and a slight shudder went through her body. "Stretch," was all he said.

Debbie started her stretching exercises trying to do them as perfectly as she knew how. When she had finished he pointed to the stair machine. Her heart sank. Of all the routines they employed the stair machine was the worst.

Designed to simulate climbing a flight of stairs the machine could be set for different velocities and levels of resistance. The worst feature was that if the user didn't keep up with the set speed a buzzer sounded letting everybody know you were falling behind. Whenever Debbie used it before and slowed down the buzzer would sound and Mark would give her a sharp smack on the butt. It was designed to work the calves, thighs and butt muscles; it hurt worse than anything else in the gym. Well I guess I deserve this, she thought as she tentatively approached the machine.

"Take off your top," said Mark.

"What?" Debbie was more than a little surprised.

"I said take off your top, do it now!"

Debbie blushed hotly. This must be part of the punishment, she thought. Humiliating me by making me exercise half-naked in front of him! Well we'll see about that! I don't care if he sees my breasts; in fact I want him to. She reached down and pulled the top off in one motion.

As the top came over her head her mammoth breasts swung free. Debbie had always been proud of her breasts and in her overweight condition they had become truly gigantic but with surprisingly little sag or droop. She pushed her shoulders back making them jut out even farther. Let him see them, she thought, let him get an eye full!

Impassively he pointed to the machine and she stepped onto the pedals.

"Grab the bar," he said. She reached forward and grasped the twin handles attached to the frame just under the display.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a metallic object. Before she could react he snapped the handcuff on one of her wrists, fed it around the bar and grabbing her other wrist snapped the second one on. She was now tied to the machine!

"What are you doing!" she shouted. "Where did you get those?"

"Just a little souvenir from my time in the police explorer scouts." Then he smiled wickedly, "I thought since you have had a little problem with your attitude you might need some encouragement tonight."

"Oh yes, we have one more motivational device here." Hanging from his hand was a jack with two wires coming out from it. Attached to the ends of the wires were small alligator clips. "I was thinking that you probably will have trouble keeping up tonight and I don't want to hurt my hand smacking you all night, so I thought this might help."

He plugged the jack into a hole labeled "External Horn." Taking one of the clips in one hand he grabbed her left breast with the other. Pulling on the breast he attached the clip to her nipple.

Debbie started crying.

"Shut up bitch, this will only sting for awhile and if you keep up you won't have any problems."

He walked around to the other side of the machine and attached the other clip to her right nipple.