Real Estate Power Couple Ch. 05

My mom and I continued to travel up to Canada once or twice a week to work on her real estate business. Pretending to be a married couple, we had become a fierce team. She was talented at staging homes in a way that made them sell fast. Buyers were also convinced to buy their perfect home quicker than most of her competitors.

I focused on mapping out all of our homes, being in charge of driving my mom and her clients around. I kept the car fueled and clean. I also paid attention to the online part of our business, and learned more about the necessary paperwork. When we weren’t driving between homes, I would often set up shop at a kitchen table, while my mom showed the house to clients.

Today I glanced over, watching my mom give a tour to some clients. She was wearing a stylish dark brown pantsuit I had not seen before.The slacks were sheer and high wasted, climbing up the crack of her ass and molding to her crotch seductively. She wore no jacket, and the crisscross top provided a hint of cleavage. My cock stirred looking at her. A sash was tied around her waist, a small strip of her tummy exposed. As usual, it gave a polished impression with an extra measure of class.

As the couple inspected the fireplace, she stepped back, turning her eyes toward me. Her heart fluttered, realizing I had been watching her. She had reluctantly become accustomed to her son’s regular diet of daily devouring her body with his eyes. She smiled to herself. He was such a horndog! As his mom, she knew Dylan’s affections for her were improper. But she had convinced herself that her boundaries, though slowly eroding, were sufficient. Besides, she was having the best season of her career. Their little charade was harmless.

Driving home from a long day we would review how the day went and make plans for the future. It was all new and exciting to me. I loved business, and making money, and we were doing both. I also loved spending time with my mom. I had lusted after her from adolescence, and having regular access to view her splendid body was a huge perk. But I also simply enjoyed being around her. Our joking and teasing personalities, along with our similar drive for business was fulfilling.

For Julie, all of her childhood dreams were coming together at once. As she had missed out on design school and modeling, her new career let her do both in a sense. She got to expertly stage houses weekly, with nobody looking over her shoulder. She enjoyed wearing the latest fashion trends, and kept her body trim and in shape. Though an American rural housewife, when in Canada, she was a stylish real estate mogul in high demand.

Underneath it all something else was going on that Julie did not consciously realize. She was falling in love with her son. Oh, she would never admit it, but there was no way she could avoid it. All of her lifelong dreams were now being fulfilled. And they were being fulfilled as a result of entering into collusion with her son. Their fabricated marriage in front of others was making her known career dreams become reality. Other long dormant dreams she had as a girl, like an exciting marriage full of surprises, were also coming into view.

The increased pleasure from her new career was equaled with increased pleasure with her relationship with her son. She loved her husband faithfully, yet being around a younger man had its perks. So many of Cliff’s missing attributes were attractively possessed by her son. The sheer amount of time that they were spending together was leading her towards infidelity, but she was blind to it.

One of her main wealthy clients who invested in flipping houses was getting married in a few months. They had invited Julie and Dylan to be in the small wedding party along with another realtor couple they were friends with. Julie and Dylan understood they needed to go to the wedding as the clients would be offended if they didn’t, and their business negatively impacted.

Still, Julie did have reservations about attending such an event pretending to be her son’s wife. Yet the idea of getting dressed up with him for such a fancy event was appealing. One Saturday morning at breakfast, Julie did her best to explain the situation to her husband, Cliff.

“I don’t know,” he protested. “Is it really necessary? That seems to be taking this little charade a bit too far.”

“We’ll only be gone for a couple of nights,” she continued. The wedding was further west in Canada. “If we don’t go, my real estate business might suffer.”

“I think I am going to put my foot down on this one, Honey.” Julie’s heart dropped with her husband’s decision. “The idea of you and our son attending a wedding as a married couple is simply too improper.” Always respectful of each other, there was little Julie could argue with.

Over the next few days Julie struggled with her thoughts. She wanted to respect her husband and submit to his will, but he just didn’t understand the stakes. She played over and over in her mind how she might convince him, but nothing seemed to make sense. She did have one final idea, but her conscience was holding her back. It was a bit manipulative.

Julie made up her mind.

The next Sunday morning, she said to the men at the breakfast table, “Come with me boys. I have a surprise for Cliff.”

She led her husband Cliff and son Dylan out to the shop behind the house. Opening the large door she revealed a brand new bass boat. Yesterday while Dylan and his dad were out bank fishing, she had it delivered to the house. Cliff was elated.

“What is this?” looking at Julie. “Is this mine?”

“Yes!” she replied. “All yours!”

He gave her a quick hug and peck and then checked out his new toy.

“Why did you do this? It’s not my birthday!” Cliff asked.

“Well, you have been so gracious and supportive with my new real estate business. Dylan and I have been making some good money, and I thought it was fair to share it with you!”

Over the next couple of weekends Cliff spent most of his time on the boat. Julie had gone all out, getting him one of the best. He loved showing it off at the lake. At dinner one night, Julie brought up the wedding one more time.

“Cliff, I know you said Dylan and I couldn’t go to that wedding, and I respect that. On that same weekend there is an antique show nearby I’d like to go to. Would you please take me to it?”

Julie felt terrible for the way she was attempting to manipulate Cliff. She lied to herself, telling her this was not about the wedding. But she was fully aware she had concocted a deliberate plan to exploit her husband for her purposes.

Cliff began connecting a different set of dots in his head. He looked forward to his weekend fishing trips on his new bass boat. Going to an antique show with his wife was much less enjoyable. He was between a rock and a hard place. Either he would look like a jerk and go fishing, or he would spend his weekend miserable. An idea came to his head.

“You know what, Julie? Why don’t you and Dylan just go to the wedding? I know it is important to you. I think I’ve overreacted,” he confessed, pleased he had found a solution. Hopefully his wife viewed his decision reversal as an act of love for her, rather than putting fishing over his wife.

Julie smiled, all of her hard work paying off. “Really? Oh thanks honey!” she replied, jumping up and giving him a hug.

My mom and I loaded up late Friday morning for our five hour drive to the wedding site. She jumped into the car wearing tiny sleep shorts resembling small boxers and a loose flannel shirt. Soon she had her flip flops off, sitting Indian style in the passenger seat. My periphery vision enjoyed her tan legs fully exposed, her shorts bunched around her ass and crotch.

For the first hour we talked business. My mom explained how she was eager to officially set up her real estate business legally in Canada. She had spoken with an attorney friend she had sold a house to. In fact, she and her husband were going to be the third couple in the wedding party. Since she had dual citizenship, it would be fairly easy to establish my mom’s company in Canada. This would simplify paperwork and save us on taxes. Julie had shared the idea with my dad Cliff, and he was enthusiastic about the financial advantages. As I would not be listed on the paperwork, we also discussed how to more formally define my income within the company.

Eventually we moved on from talking about business and simply enjoyed the road trip. It felt a bit like a vacation. We listened to the radio together, singing along to our favorite songs, laughing at each other. I talked to her more about my college experience, and she shared more of her own personal history. We were learning about each other all over again, now as peers. All the while, my mom’s toned legs were stretched wide, her heels almost pulled into her crotch. Each time she shared a story, I made sure to safely glance her way considerably, so I could get a better view of her gorgeous legs.

For Julie, she felt like she was in another world. The responsibilities of running a household were miles behind, and all that was ahead was likely relaxation and fun surprises with her new friends. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so good. Talking with Dylan was always a huge highlight. She never got to really just talk with anyone, must less be transparent. Dylan was such an attentive listener, always looking at her, giving her responsive feedback.

The car pulled into a busy truck stop to refuel and use the bathroom. My mom quickly grabbed my hand as we walked into the store, her body bumping into mine at times. This was new. Usually I was the one pushing for physical connection. It felt good with her beside me, not simply tolerating my touch, but seeking it.

We loitered around the tacky gift shop, trying on hats and messing around with the odd trinkets on display. At times I put my arm around her waist. She returned the favor, clearly resolved to this a new innocent level of PDA. She tried on some obnoxious boots, sticking her hip out sideways, pressing her chest out a bit, striking a pose. Her tanned legs and blonde hair looked so sexy. I saw a few other customers stealing glances.