Real Estate Power Couple Ch. 06

Dylan drove his mom north across the border for their scheduled showings with their real estate business in Canada. A few days ago they had discovered that they were now legally married in Canada. A surprise vow ceremony had accidentally taken their casual pretend marriage scheme to an entirely new legal level. Julie was still married to Dylan’s dad Cliff of 20+ years in the states, but now she had another husband on the side in Canada.

After the surprise legal wedding to her son, Julie had little time to process the new development. She was quite disturbed and worried. During the drive, her mind was spinning as the true consequences of their last trip to Canada became evident. She didn’t know how to even begin to untangle the mess she found herself in. Before she could make plans though, the urgent needs of their business required her attention.

As they arrived at their first appointment, they were both a bit excited to hopefully acquire the lucrative listing. Julie’s stylish high heels clicked on the hard surface as she approached the grand entrance of the small mansion. She had continued to dress more fashionable and provocative as their business income had increased. Neither Dylan or Julie were naive to the fact that both of their attractive features were a significant factor in securing appointments like this one.

Today Julie wore a short skirt ending about mid-thigh. It was almost a mini skirt. Her matching crop suit jacket moved the outfit from scandalous to professional. Black 4-inch heels and fitted tank brought the whole outfit together. As usual, her beautiful hair and makeup, including the confident way she handled herself, helped produce the complete package. She certainly looked sexy, but with a serious touch of class.

The mom and son team had become very skilled in meeting new clients, especially couples, connecting with them and making them feel comfortable. The two were naturally at ease with one another. Though legally married now for only days, they had obviously known each other Dylan’s entire life. Their pretend marriage in recent months had fine-tuned how they connected with each other in public. Recently they had added some subtle public displays of affection to support their fabricated marital relationship.

As they walked around with the older couple, Julie was her normal dynamic self. Almost strutting around on the marble floors, she shared how impressed she was with their house while also making strategic suggestions. The clients soon were very impressed. Dylan watched the eyes of the man watch his mom’s sultry hips sway side to side, her bubble butt tight against her stretched skirt. With each step, her curvy hips pulsating rhythmically in beat with her high heels.

The two couples shared a light lunch together. Having become an expert in the numbers, Dylan also satisfied their need for information and a feeling of confidence in their abilities. Soon they were out the door, celebrating in the car over another profitable listing acquired. Forgetting their recent marriage troubles, Julie gushed with praise to her son.

“Wow, Dylan! You really blew them away with your analysis. When you mentioned how the Johnson Group had messed up their neighbor’s listing, you really sealed the deal for us!”

Julie had her legs crossed, her mini skirt high on her thighs, leaning provocatively toward her son next to her in the driver’s seat.

“Thanks, Mom,” Dylan replied. “But you sealed the deal the way you connected with the wife, making her feel like you were sisters!”

They moved on to their next appointment, an open house that was meant to start in an hour. After making some last-minute staging changes, Julie pulled off her high heels, took off her suit jacket, and laid on the couch. As had become their tradition, Dylan sat down with her and began rubbing her feet, sore from her sexy high heels.

“Aaaahhh,” Julie immediately responded. “That feels so good, Dylan. Thank you!”

Dylan gazed at his mom’s gorgeous body, her entire legs almost uncovered. The shadowy slit between her legs barely disappeared under her skirt, causing Dylan’s cock to begin to swell. Her jacket now off, a small band of her firm tummy was exposed between her skirt and tank top. A tasteful amount of cleavage spilled out of her tank as well, her chest rising and falling with Dylan’s pleasurable touch.

“Mmmmm,” she continued. “You’ve gotten so good at that, Son.”

“Well, I’d better, now that I’m officially your husband!” Dylan declared.

Dylan’s comment caused Julie’s mind to return to her awful predicament. She was now legally married to her son. What was she going to do? She was also still married to her husband Cliff. What a mess! She needed to figure it out soon.

“Mmmmm,” vibrated from Julie’s throat, her mind soon returning to the pleasurable massage. Dylan moved his hands up and began rubbing her calves.

“Does our new legal status come with any new special benefits?” Dylan prodded mischievously.

“Special benefits? What do you mean?” Julie responded innocently. “Like healthcare?” Her son wasn’t sure if she was joking or being serious.

“No,” Dylan continued, speaking more slowly, “speeecial beeeenefits,” he repeated, while moving his hands up her naked thighs. “You know, like friends with special benefits.” Julie swatted his hands back off her legs.

“Oh!” acknowledgement showed on her face. “No Dylan! Of course not!” she answered quickly. “Just because we are legally married doesn’t change the fact that I’m still your mom!”

Somewhat disappointed, Dylan continued rubbing his mom’s calves.

“Mmmmm….aaaahh,” Julie purred.

Dylan once again moved his hands north of her knees.

“Well at least let me give you a proper leg massage. Now that we’re married, touching the sexy legs of my legal wife is certainly allowed,” he said, trying to persuade his mom.

Julie remained silent, as her son began rubbing her thighs under her watchful eye. She had become accustomed to Dylan’s mischievous attempts to gain access to her body. She was ready at any moment to put a stop to his forward advances. Still, she couldn’t help but grin a little, enjoying her son’s playful and forward attention which always made her feel appreciated. She laid her head back and closed her eyes.

“Aaaaaah,” Julie softly moaned. Dylan’s hands slid beneath her legs, kneading her tight hamstrings. With her eyes closed, his hands moved further up her thighs. He began cupping the inside of her legs, getting dangerously close to the edge of her skirt.

“That’s far enough, Son!” Julie warned, her eyes now wide open.

Dylan playfully looked up at her, his hands resting on her bare thighs. “Son? I’m not your son anymore. I’m your husband,” a big rehearsed smile formed on his face as he playfully teased his mother.

“OK, Husband,” Julie admitted. “Still, that’s far enough. And get that stupid grin off your face!” she pleaded, her own expression revealing her enjoyment of the conversation.

“As soon as you get that stupid grin off your face!” Dylan countered, continuing to massage her inner thighs. “One of the reasons we got married was so we could enjoy one another. Aren’t you enjoying this, Mom? Now lean back and relax. You can trust me.”

Despite her better judgment, Julie leaned her head back and closed her eyes once again. Her pulse quickened as she felt her son continue to gently massage her legs, only inches from her crotch. Her skirt was now hiding only a small portion of her legs and Dylan was taking full advantage of it.

Julie had to admit to herself that it certainly did feel good. Her conscious mind knew her son’s advances were wrong, yet a still small voice was almost rooting him on, willing him to touch more of her exposed flesh. All the recent stress seemed to diminish as she allowed her new Canadian husband to please her. Yet she also kept her hands ready to grab his wrists should he push his luck.

Dylan began to apply faint pressure to her inner thighs, subtly opening space between his mom’s legs. He continued his massage, stretching them further apart. He began to see a glimpse of her black panties enveloped around her shaved pussy. Had they been any other color, Dylan might have been able to perceive that part of her panties were now moist with her stimulated juices.

“Mmmmmm, that feels so good, Dylan.” Julie continued to relax, feeling comfortable in her son’s hands. It was easier for her to enjoy herself in the moment than to put forth the effort to resist. Being with her son had always been an escape from the often challenging realities of her life.

Dylan put both hands around her left thigh, massaging up and down, slightly pushing her skirt up further each time.

“Aaaaaaah,” Julie continued in subtle encouragement, oblivious to the fact that her skirt was now almost up to her hips.

Dylan moved his hands to her other thigh, giving it the same treatment.

“Your legs feel so good in my hands. A perfect fit, Mom,” Dylan commented.

As her legs received their special treatment, Julie had to agree with her son’s comments. It seemed their bodies, as well as their personalities, were designed for one another. What was she so concerned about? Maybe she should be more willing to embrace their new relationship.

Suddenly, something changed. “What the hell?” Julie blurted out, her eyes wide open.

Dylan’s fingers had bumped into his mom’s pussy, evidenced by the cool sensation of her light juices on his index finger.

“Dylan! That’s way too far! Get your hand out of there!” she demanded.

Ignoring her command, Dylan continued his massage, his strong hands preventing his mom from scooting further away. He had his mom right where he wanted her. Despite her efforts to pull her skirt down, her ass had it pinned to the couch. Her hands were no match for Dylan’s strength, her resistance only providing more arousal to her son’s movements. Dylan’s hands continued rubbing her inner thigh, his index finger now pressing into her moist thong fabric almost with every stroke.