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Somehow, fucking the antique shopkeeper's mother Dutchie turned me in Angie's husband. Mrs. Hendricks had been reelected to both the PTO presidency and the Library Board. Angie was truly pissed. I was delighted that Mrs. Hendricks was alive, but it sounded like Angie wanted her dead.
But my mission was fuzzy as pink dice hanging on a rear view mirror in an old Chevy. I'd already given Angie her first sex in a previous cock jump, something she really seemed to enjoy. At the same time, Angie was clear about keeping my hands off her daughter Stephanie. Maybe things would become clearer over time, but I wanted to be back with Maggie, this time with Felice back in the picture, and not as Joy, someone else's daughter.
Since Angie didn't want me parading around in my underwear, I threw on a pair of pants lying next to the bed. The silver clock said it was 10 AM. Angie was right; Stephanie and I had both slept in. Was it the weekend, or was I late for work?
Angie wasn't done with her tirade. I sat on the edge of the bed and took it. What choice did I have until my mission became clear?
"You're lazy and your daughter takes after you. And did you see her last report card? Horrid! She'll never amount to anything. Great role model you are. At least I'm out there, trying. You could drive a woman to drink, you know that?"
I'd seen Angie on a bender, but it had been because her real husband Jason, not me, pushed her that far by telling her she was a lousy lay. She hadn't seemed that bad to me, but then, she was younger then and it was her first. Was I Angie's husband to bed her again? That didn't fit the model of my previous time excursions.
I decided I wanted a more current sample. "Honey? Calm down. You know I still love you, and I respect you for what you want to contribute to the community. I'll talk to Stephanie about school later, when she gets up. Come here and sit."
Angie sat on the edge of the bed next to me. I held her hand. "You can't allow Mrs. Hendricks to get you so upset. I know how important the PTO presidency is to you. Believe me." I'd seen that in several of my time trips.
"Maybe I can embarrass her somehow. Then they'd throw her off the board and hold a special election. I've already talked with some of the more influential parents and-"
I cut her off. "You're better than that. Don't stoop that low." I was shocked out of my sexual advance. She'd blackmail poor recently restored Mrs. Hendricks, who'd been a great fuck in the library? Not on my watch. "There are other organizations, and charities, plenty of them who could use your dedication and service."
Angie slapped me on my chest. "No. No. No. It has to be the PTO. It just has to." She sobbed uncontrollably.
I took her in my arms, to comfort her. Also to refresh my memory about how her body felt against mine. She'd been a lot younger her first time, but a wildcat in bed. I pulled back her face and kissed her. She jerked back. "You didn't shave."
"Tough it out." I slid my hand under her blouse and cupped a breast.
She moaned. I squeezed it a bit, not too hard. Her hands went to her buttons, unveiling both breasts in a support bra. Her tits had sagged some over time, but not as much as before sex with me. There was a pattern of women retaining their fitness and sexual aura after I fixed their orientation to sex. Angie was no different. She shucked her pants and panties. I was surprised that she'd shaved off her red pubic hair. It was my turn to take off the clothes I'd just put on. She threw back the covers and slid on top of me, bra still on. I held her ass and coaxed her into position. She didn't need it.
She had already gripped my cock and was putting it in place. When she sank down on my erection, she arched her back and sighed. "Charlie, you may be a lousy husband, but you're always ready to satisfy me." She rode me like a gold belt buckle winner in a bucking bronco contest. She was in charge, using me as her tool of satisfaction. Her bra hooks were out of reach, although the way her breasts were wobbling, I expected she'd pummel her chest and my face if I removed it. Angie tightened her cunt, which was already a great fit. Her face reddened to match her whipping hair. With a hard squat, she groaned in baritone and pushed her pubes against mine. She'd reached orgasm even though I hadn't. Without a word, she jumped off, smiled, and strutted into the bathroom.
My cock was still erect and wet. Then I saw a face at the edge of the doorframe. It was Stephanie, Angie's daughter, from the color of her hair. I threw a sheet over my erection, but it was too late. She'd seen it, in all of its glory. And the fact that she had kept it hard. She smiled, blew me a kiss and danced out of sight.
Angie came out of the bathroom and quickly got dressed. "You're right, dear. I just have to bide my time. Mrs. Hendricks will mess up on her own. I'll be there, the obvious choice for her replacement." I got a wet kiss. "Don't forget to have that talk with Stephanie. About her grades! Now I'm off."
"At this hour?" I wanted Angie to stay until I could figure out who, besides Stephanie, was a target for my love missile.
"There's an emergency PTO meeting this morning. Evidently, there's been an epidemic of sex among high schoolers."
That couldn't be it - fucking teens? I shook my head. "No!" It hadn't been me, had it? I'd stayed the same age in every sex leap.
"It's true! We're lucky that Stephanie hasn't participated. Maybe you should include that topic when you two talk."
Sure, talk to Stephanie about sex without touching her and getting involved. I knew in advance how that would turn out. Angie's worst nightmare. "Of course. Have a nice meeting." A lame comment, but what else could I say 'Take good notes and get names'?
I washed up and got dressed. Stephanie was downstairs watching TV in her flannel pajamas. Thank goodness she wasn't wearing lingerie or I would have been in real trouble. "What are you watching? Do you have any homework?"
"All done, Daddy."
In profile, Stephanie's breast stuck straight out, small but pert under her shirt. Her flaming hair and bright smile made her completely desirable. But Angie had prohibited contact. Then why did she leave the two of us alone? And insist we chat about sex? Angie was irrational.
Stephanie muted the show. The twenty-somethings on screen kept chatting, silently. "Where did Mom go?"
"Special PTO meeting." Dare I? "Evidently, some of your classmates have been doing stuff. Sexual stuff." I left off 'with each other' as obvious and sat down next to her.
She tossed back her head, red locks wild and untamed. "You don't have to worry about me, Daddy. I don't want sex."
I was shocked. "You don't?"
"Nope. Natalie told me about what she and Victor did. It's all painful and messy. Who needs that?" She put her hand on my knee.
My cock inflated at her touch. This was all Angie's fault. "But eventually, right? You're not thinking about abstaining for the rest of your life?" What a waste of a delicious body that would be.
