Chapter 11: Buying a House

The only other remarkable thing that happened that year was a house. I bought one.

For a while now I had been considering that our home was a bit small. Not to complain, really, but it was an older home, built after World War Two, a simple stick-frame two story of about a thousand square feet. The bedrooms weren’t very large, and the master bath was shower only. A tiny lot. Think Levittown South. I had been thinking about talking to Mom about it at some point but had never really done anything yet.

That changed after we got frisky one day in my bedroom. I was lying on my back, with Mom bouncing on my cock while Sue got a mustache ride. Things were going quite swimmingly when suddenly my bedframe collapsed in a loud cracking crash. The three of us tumbled to the floor, thankfully uninjured, but with our enthusiasm destroyed, as we surveyed the damage. Mom simply commented that we would have to go out that weekend and buy a new bed.

I got to thinking about it. I was sleeping (or had been sleeping) in a twin bed. The largest size bed we could fit in my room was a twin bed. Sue’s room was no different. Mom’s room was larger, but could only fit a queen-size bed, still small for three people. The fact of the matter was that unless we slept on the living room floor, our house was simply too small for our fun and games.

What to do? Like most people, Mom would gaze longingly at the various “dream homes” in the Sunday Supplements to the newspaper. With that as a start, I used The Power to quiz her about what she wanted in a house, then made her forget I had asked.

From there, I went out and found a real estate lady. I learned that an agent works for the seller and a broker works for the buyer. I simply went down to Century 21 and asked for the most successful broker in the place. The Power convinced her to treat me for real (which she gladly did when I pulled out a grand in cash as a retainer!) and gave her Mom’s requirements and desires. Then I began to call my network of stock analysts - I would need some serious cash to pull this off, more than I had available.

After a couple of weeks, the broker called me to set up an appointment at what she thought we wanted. I met her and went through it with her. It looked pretty good to me and arranged to bring Mom over to see. A much larger brick two story, it sat on an acre-and-a-half of land, with a small fenced-in pool in the back. The three bedrooms were each larger than Mom’s bedroom now and could easily fit king-size beds. There was a bath adjoining the two smaller bedrooms, with doors opening to each and to the hallway, and Mom’s bath was downright palatial, with his-and-hers sinks and vanities, a two-person shower stall, a whirlpool tub, and even a dressing room! Downstairs it had both a living room and a family room (with fireplace), an eat-in kitchen and separate dining room (ours had an oversized kitchen with a dining room pendant light), and a patio door out to a deck for the pool. Very nice. The only drawback was that it was marginally out of our school district, but the broker told me how to get around that (cash!)

The pool worked out better than I had expected. Every year, as soon as the weather broke in the Spring, I would think {New bikinis!}to Mom and Sue. They would immediately go out and buy some new and miniscule swimsuits, and I would remove them from them to give them all-over tans. Mind you, this required them to oil up my cock so that I could coat them inside as well as out, but they sure didn’t complain! Nor did they complain when I brought girlfriends over and let them tan naked as well. Often, they would join in the fun and games.

The owner and his wife had been transferred overseas. Their furniture was still in the place, but if we closed it would go into storage. In the meantime, the place was empty. I was impressed, and for $375,000, the place was a steal (I had been researching and using The Power to get the best price.)