Harper Valley PTA
Copyright© 2023 by rlfj
Verse 6 - Epilogue
Erotica Sex Story: Verse 6 - Epilogue - Harper Valley is a roiling hotbed of secrets. Now those secrets are slopping over onto a widow and her daughter. See the history and how she reacts. This is my retelling of the hit country song. Enjoy!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Historical First Oral Sex
No, I wouldn’t put you on because it really did
It happened just this way
The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA
The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA
1968
“Wow, Mom! You really socked it to them!”
Maggie smiled and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure. Get in the car, Chrissie.”
“Mom! It was great! Was all that stuff you said true?”
Maggie opened the door and climbed behind the wheel. She waited until her daughter was seated before answering. “Pretty much. Some of it was conjecture, but I’ve lived in this town all my life. If I was wrong about anything, it was only in degree.” She started the car and glanced across the seat. “Let’s just say that there’s a lot more going on behind the scenes than what shows up in the Harper Valley Gazette.”
Chrissie giggled at that.
It was only ten minutes to drive home. Once in the driveway, Maggie parked but didn’t turn off the motor. “You good to make dinner tonight?”
“Sure. Why?” asked her daughter.
“You don’t think I dressed up for the PTA, did you? I have a date!” Maggie laughed.
Chrissie giggled. “I’m good, Mom. Are you going out with Mister Turley?”
“That’s the plan.”
“He’s got a son named Joe. He’s so dreamy! Maybe I should give him a call and he can come over.”
Maggie returned a dry smile. “Nobody is coming over, especially nobody who is dreamy.”
Chrissie just grinned. “Okay, he’s not dreamy. Maybe he’s just hot!”
“Go inside and lock the door.”
Chrissie laughed all the way up the walkway. Maggie simply rolled her eyes and backed out onto the street. She just hoped she had given her mother as much grief about boys as her daughter was going to give her.
It was a twenty-five-minute drive to the Ravenwood Club in Colliersville. Maggie pulled in and parked in the second row, but when she got out of her car, she looked around and couldn’t find Steve. Then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned in that direction. Steve was turning into the parking lot, and she waved at him. He didn’t wave back, but when he parked a few spaces down, he came directly over to her. “Hey, honey, sorry I was a touch late.”
“That’s okay. I expected you here before me. The mill is closer.”
He smiled back. “I was taking care of dessert.”
“Dessert?”
He smiled and nodded towards the road. Maggie looked where he was looking and then blushed. Across the road and a quarter mile further away was the Collier Motor Lodge. “Dessert,” he repeated.
Maggie gave him a quick kiss and took his hand. They went into the restaurant and were quickly seated. It was a weeknight and the Ravenwood wasn’t busy. After being seated and ordering drinks, Steve said, “So, not that I’m complaining, but what made you want to get out of Harper Valley so much? What happened?”
Maggie made a quiet scream and then opened her purse. She pulled out the note from the PTA and passed it over. “Here! Read this!”
Steve took it and read it twice, trying to keep the smile off his face. He looked back at her and said, “Wow! Short skirts and drinking and running wild in the streets with men - my God, it’s the end of western civilization!” That was it, though, because his face broke out in a grin, and he started laughing.
“It’s not funny!”
“I’d better check with them before I can keep dating you.” Maggie made a rude gesture and then rolled her eyes. Steve shrugged and asked, “So, what are you going to do?”
“I’ve already done it. There was a PTA meeting this afternoon and I took Chrissie down and we crashed it. They certainly weren’t expecting me to show up.” Maggie described what happened at the PTA meeting, and what she had told them. She also told Steve about her threat to sue their pants off if anybody decided to push it. “What do you think I should have done?”
“Probably what you did.” He smiled and said, “Hell, there’s probably more that you could dig up on them if you wanted to. Take Mister Harper, for instance. You think he goes to Kelly’s Bar for the booze? Because he goes there, the cops stay away, and all the local hookers work the bar. He doesn’t go for the booze. He goes for the broads.”