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I am the head coach of a high school robotics team. I won’t say the league to keep disclosing any identities. I have been doing this for many years and each season is different from the last and the challenges off the field are as varied as the game itself. One of the most interesting and challenging aspects is having to deal with the parents. Most are helpful, a few are very helpful, some are distant, bordering on absentee and every once in a while, I run across one that I find bizarre. This last season a sophomore girl joined the team. She was quite reserved but after a few weeks, I got past her façade, and she quickly became a team leader in only her first season. Her mother on the other hand was something of a helicopter mom. I know that I had never had a parent that was as neat, prissy, and wound so uptight. I tend to be a bit more informal. Let’s just say that our personalities clashed. I couldn’t imagine being her husband and was glad that I wasn’t. We barely tolerated each other. The season went well enough that we qualified for the championship which required us to travel.
We had a travel meeting and pack up the day before we departed for the championship. To my surprise I found out that the girl’s mother was planning on attending. She was going to fly out and had made reservations at the same hotel. I also finally met the father. He seemed aloof and completely uninterested in what his daughter had accomplished.
I never saw her mother much at the championship. I knew that she was there but other than seeing her pass through once or twice a day, I didn’t see her much at least until later in the evening of the second day. She attended dinner with the team. With her attention to detail, it didn’t surprise me that she demanded to know my room number. It was just after ten pm when I got a call from her on the phone in my room. She asked me to come to her room to discuss an urgent topic. I dreaded going but felt obligated. She opened the door and pulled me inside without saying a word. When the door closed, I discovered that she was only wearing a very sheer robe with nothing on underneath. It was parted in the front and there was nothing left to the imagination. Essentially, she was naked. I was still in my team t-shirt and jeans. I had obviously overdressed for the meeting. Without saying a word, she stepped forward and kissed me.
After getting back to my room, I read over every team manual and program ethics guideline that I could find and was satisfied that we had not violated any rules. I was surprised that there wasn’t anything on coaches having sex with a student’s parent. The next day her mother was back to normal her normal aloof state, and nothing was said all day. She ignored me as if nothing had happened between the two of us. I didn’t know what to think. But again, that evening my phone rang a little after ten. That night I didn’t get back to my room until it was time to shower and get ready for the final day of the competition. I found out that her mother didn’t even come to the event and flew home before we were even finished competing.
We just had our organizational meeting for this season and her and her daughter were present and eager to get started. We haven’t communicated at all since we spent the night together. She pulled me aside after the meeting and said that she was looking forward to this season and really hoped that we would travel again because she had such a wonderful time. It was the first time that smiled at me.
I had a similar experience. I had rented half of a duplex, an old house that had been divided into two apartments. The woman in the other half was an absolute bitch. She screamed at me all the time. I tried to appease her, but I couldn’t do anything right from the way I parked my car, to the hours I kept, to the way that I took out the trash. I tired talking to the owner, but that only pissed her off even more. I tired to avoid her as much as I could. She was a lonely old bitch, and I never saw anyone come in or out of her side.
One day, I came home, and she started up again before I could even get in my door. I had had a bad day and just wasn’t in the mood to put it up with her shit anymore. I got in her face, and we went at it. I thought we were going to actually start taking swings at each other and I was worried that someone was going to call the cops. Still, I didn’t hold anything back. Suddenly I noticed that she had stopped arguing with me. I stopped and she just looked at me. Then totally out of the blue she kissed me. I was puzzled. She pulled me in her side of the duplex, and we went at it like two dogs in heat right in her living room. Apparently fighting turned her on. She rode me like I was a rented jet sky, hard and wet.
There was a loud knock at the door, and she answered it still completely naked. I at least was sitting on the couch with a throw pillow over my crotch. It was the cops. Someone had reported that we were having a big fight. She explained that we had been in a fight but were obviously making up. The cop just told us to keep it down next time and stormed off. We had a good laugh and went back to what we were doing.
I called her an old woman, but she was only 43, divorced and lonely. We never fought again, and I got all the pussy that I ever wanted. The only two times she got mad at me after that was when I told her that I had a girlfriend and when I told her that was moving.
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