Mr. Mom
I'm Chris Harrington, the forty-eight year old son and fourth child of Carl, a corporate attorney, and Mary, a nurse. An earthquake sized tremor nearly destroyed our family home when, in the end of junior year of high school, I announced that I didn't want to attend college. My normally talkative parents were at first stunned to silence and then proceeded to make my life miserable. College was given for the Harrington children.
Mom and Dad went behind my back and applied to six very good colleges and universities. I was accepted to them all, which increased the pressure from my entire family to attend. All accept my paternal grandfather, Pops Harrington.
I had been working during my vacations, with my grandfather since I was thirteen. Pops flipped houses, long before the term "flipped" was used. He'd buy a run-down home, usually owned by a long retired couple, completely renovate and update the home and then sell it for a handsome profit.
During the spring semester leading up to my junior year in high school, Pops helped me buy two "fixer-upper" houses. I spent the summer lining up contractors, electricians, plumbers and painters and making sure the work was done properly. Two days before Labor Day, the unofficial end of summer, I sold the second house.
While my friends had spent the summer working minimum wage jobs, I had split the profits with Pops and earned almost eight thousand dollars.
I flipped three houses during the next summer. Pops insisted that I find my own financing, although he did agree to co-sign the notes. At the end of the summer, I gave Pops twenty five percent of my profit. I was left with a bundle of cash that would choke the average seventeen year old.
Although I was an above average student and enjoyed learning, I knew college wasn't for me. I eventually came to a truce with Mom and Dad. Together, we agreed that I would take off the year after graduating high school, but needed to reapply to colleges and as a family; we would all decide if I would attend the following year.
While my friends worked part time summer jobs and prepared for their first year of college, I bought a used Ford F-150 pickup truck, with one hundred and twenty three thousand miles, a primitive cell phone and started Harrington Construction.
I contacted every real estate agent who would talk to me and explained the type of houses I was interested in purchasing. I committed to using them as the buying agent, when I bought a home that they recommended, and as the selling agent, when the renovations were complete.
That's how I met the Kelly sisters. Jan and Mickie were mid-20's and relatively new agents, who had recently started in real estate after finishing college. They were associates in a local franchise of a top national firm.
I was currently overseeing the renovation of two homes, when I got a call.
(Me) Hello?
(Mickie) Chris? This is Mickie Kelly. I've found a house in West Hartford and it looks like it meets your requirements. Would you like to see it?
The biggest lesson I learned from Pops was urgency. If an opportunity presented itself, I needed to be prepared to take advantage of it.
I agreed to meet Mickie in ninety minutes.
The house was a modest ranch. I estimated that it was built fifty years earlier. Mickie told me that it was owned by the estate of an elderly couple. They had lived in the house for nearly thirty five years. Their children lived on the west coast and were looking to dump the house and settle the estate as quickly as possible. The house was in excellent structural shape, but was run down and in need of a great deal of updating.
"What do you think they'll take?" I asked Mickie.
"I think it will go pretty quickly and will come close to the $89,000 asking price."
I suspected she was right.
"I'll offer $85,500 cash. I want five days to complete the due-diligence process and will close within five days of the inspectors report, assuming there aren't any problems."
Mickie was thrilled. We went back to her office, wrote and signed the offer and sent it to the listing agent. The offer was accepted, the inspectors report came back without any surprises and we closed on the deal one week later.
"Let's celebrate," Mickie suggested, as we left the attorney's office, after the deal was complete. "I share an apartment with my sister. It's less than two miles away. Let's go have a drink."
I followed Mickie into her nicely decorated third floor apartment at the edge of downtown West Hartford. She let me open a bottle of Merlot and pour two glasses. We silently toasted and each took a sip.
"I hope you don't mind if we celebrate in other ways."
Pops had taught me a great deal about the real estate business, including the fact that female agents were often grateful to be working with contractors who might buy and sell multiple houses in a year. He often said, "If I was younger and wasn't married to Grandma, I'd take full advantage of any bonus they offered.
Mickie leaned in and kissed my lips. When she pulled back and saw the smile on my face, she leaned back in and pushed her tongue into my mouth. It was a very aggressive kiss. I held my wine glass in one hand and slid my hand down Mickie's back, palmed her small round athletic ass and pulled her against me.
Mickie planted her covered pussy against my leg and ground into me, while lowering her left hand to my crotch.
She groaned into my mouth and after pulling away slightly, she whispered, "Long, thick and hard. That's just the way I like my cock."
We kissed and groped for a few minutes, before Mickie backed away. She handed me her glass of wine and with an ear to ear smile, dropped to her knees. She expertly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and in one motion pulled my pants and boxers to my ankles.
My dick bobbed in front of Mickie's face as she smiled up at me from her knees. "This looks delicious!" Mickie leaned in, opened her mouth wide and without using her hands, swallowed the head of my cock and half of my thick shaft.
I was only eighteen, although I'd had a fair amount of sex. Most were fumbling and ultimately unsatisfying back seat romps with high school dates. I'd also become friends with benefits with three real estate agents, including a forty-three year old married MILF, who I'll credit with teaching me most of my sexual skills.
Mickie's oral skills were the best yet. She looked like she loved sucking cock. She slowly and sensually took three quarters of my above average size cock, over and over.
