Moving Home Pt. 01

They say that one of the most stressful events in life is moving house and after my experience of it, I must say it was stressful but also very entertaining which kinda took the sting out of the stress, a bit. OK so I am Tom, twenty something, qualified software engineer, employed with just enough salary to stop me going elsewhere, but not to set out on my own.

I live with my mother Wendy and sister Jill because of a number of factors. One is that the salary I am paid only just covers the budget of a single bachelor let alone a single bachelor home owner. A major problem which seems to be happening all over the world is that I live in a city that is high on the tourism wanted list. The city is iconic, bustling and exciting. From the the central business district you are an hours drive of almost anything your heart desires. Rock climbing, surfing, scuba diving, long white beaches, fine dining, wine routes and scenic drives. You name a tourist activity and we are sure to have it tucked away some here within easy striking distance. A few hours drive away there are game farms where you can see if not the big five and least the big three. You don't believe me? Just do a web search for Cape Town, add tourism to that search and see what I mean.

OK the down side of living in a city popular with tourists is that there is always housing crisis. No that's wrong, there is lots of accommodation, it is just way too expensive for locals and it is most often reserved for tourists. Ask the good people of Barcelona how they feel about tourists and tourism to get an unbiased account.

My father was a successful investment banker who made bucketfuls of money and then died suddenly two years ago. A massive heart attack, caused by too much stress, fine food and wine, cigarettes and no exercise. He and my mother did not get along too well for the last few years of his life. In fact that is an understatement. Their last years together were marked by vicious, rowdy fights. My father telling my mother she didn't appreciate what he was doing for her, my mother saying that she didn't appreciate what he was doing with and to other women. Seems he had a string of beautiful women willing to spread their legs for him.

He didn't die in the saddle, but he wasn't where he ought to have been when he did. Instead he was with a well known socialite known for her excesses at a cocktail party in an upmarket suburb. His sudden and rather spectacular exit ruined the whole party I am told.

However, what he did do right was to insure the bond of his expensive city centre house and leave my mother with a large chunk of money in a life insurance policy.

The first stressful part of this story is when my mother tried to get the bond paid out by the insurance company and found that they were happy to take the money but paying out a number of million was a bit more painful than they could bear.

My mother spent many hours trying to convince a Mr Tony Williams of the insurance company that my father had not committed suicide, that his insurance payments were indeed up to date and a whole raft of other problems that Mr Williams seemed to be able to conjure out of thin air.

One evening after one such fruitless meeting my friend Dave was visiting and he listened with what was quite justified anger.

"Mrs Vincent," he said "Maybe we need to come along with you to chat to Mr Williams next time."

Now before we go any further, I must tell you that Dave is a blacksmith and he is built like one. You cannot swing a hammer all day and not develop lots of bulging muscles. Added to which, Dave spends much time in the local gym. Also you must know that Dave is one of those unusual drop outs.

I met him at university and he graduated with a degree in software engineering and offers from a bunch of companies, but he rejected them all and took up blacksmithing instead. He explained to anyone brave enough to ask why he did that was that he could not face spending time in an office in a neat shirt and tie being polite to people. So he took up hitting iron instead of keyboards.

And this was a moment when I realised that my mother was getting over the loss of her husband. She looked Dave up and down, then stared him in the eyes.

"I wasn't sure you were concentrating too hard, your eyes seemed to be fixated on my breasts and and on my legs. Did you see anything of interest there?"

Dave looked at her, completely unphased by the question and nodded.

"Yes Mrs Vincent I did see something of interest. You are not wearing a bra or knickers. May I call you Wendy? I wouldn't mind getting to know you better."

Then my cool, calm and collected mother looked at me, smiled and said "Tom. I do believe that you need to take a short walk around the block. Dave and I have some private negotiations to conclude."

What could I do? I got up and walked out the door. I walked a very short way, in fact not completely around the block. I then snuck back in the door quietly. Just to check that the negotiations were going OK. They were. My mother was on her knees in front of Dave's chair, her head bobbing up and down, the speed controlled by Dave's large hands tangled in her hair. Finally Dave gave out a deep grunt, held her head down for a while and then let her hair go and she stood up.

"You get the rest once Mr Williams has paid the insurance. Not before."

"Done deal!" says Dave zipping up.

Ma raises her voice.

"Tom, you can come in now. I heard you come in the door. Dirty voyeur you are. Just like your father."

Dave just smiled and we left for a beer.

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The interview with Mr Williams was brief and highly satisfactory. I sat on one side of my mother and Dave on the other. Dave drummed his fingers on the desk and stared in a most friendly way at Mr Williams who seemed to be somewhat unsettled by Dave's stare. Documents were rapidly prepared, signed, cosigned and dispatched with a haste by Mr Williams that was most gratifying.

"Please drive us home Tom." Ma dangling the keys over my hand which was unusual because she always wants to be in control and that includes driving. "Dave and I have some catching up to do. And keep your eyes on the road, not the rear-view mirror."

I didn't have to look, I could hear and smell the action from the driver's seat. My mother moaning softly, Dave's fingers making soft squelching noises and the smell of an aroused woman made the progress of the action all to clear. At one traffic light, I did glance in the mirror to saw Dave's cock being carefully massaged while Dave did things I couldn't see to my mother's breasts. Dave suddenly made that grunting sound that indicated Dave had shot a load somewhere and then my mother said, "Now, when we get home, you are gonna eat my pussy.

When she got out of the car I noticed that Ma had a wet mark on her right breast and that her nipples were standing proud. In very short order my mother and Dave disappeared into her room.

Her room was right next to mine. Did I stay away from the wall to give them some privacy? Did I hell! I stood with an ear pressed up against the wall, listening to the sounds of action which was disappointingly soft.

I suppose licking a pussy isn't the most noisy of activities. Ma did make up for that a bit by sighing or moaning quite regularly and very sincerely. I was getting seriously frustrated when my door opened and my dear, innocent sister Jill appeared with two empty wine glasses in hand.

"Put the glass against the wall, listen at the base. It improves audibility no end." and so saying she did just that.

I tried it out and she was right, I could now clearly hear my mother moaning, saying, things like "Fuck" and "Oh, god!" over and over again. Jill had turned her back to me and was bent over slightly which made the short skirt she was wearing ride up, just not high enough to expose her backside, but close enough to offer possibilities that with minor interventions I could see and possibly even feel her pussy. So without too much delay, I hooked the hem of her skirt up a little with my finger and waited for a reaction.

Nothing. I moved the skirt up a bit more and noticed with some interest that she had her free hand between her legs and was enthusiastically stroking herself. Encouraged by the lack of reaction from Jill, I slid a finger onto her pussy and pressed gently between her pussy lips. She didn't react at first, but when I didn't move in much further, she wiggled her backside, spread her legs a bit wider and my finger slipped easily into her wet pussy.

"OH, God! Fuck me! Now!" my mother obviously on the edge of coming and growling low and desperate. Then I hear Dave's hips slam into her backside making it obvious that he was balls deep inside her.

"Ah, Fuck. Yes. Go!"

I realised that the noise from next door was so loud that I didn't need the glass any more, so I put it down, took out my cock of my pants, grabbed Jill by the hips and slid my cock into her pussy. I paused, waiting for some sort of reaction which wasn't long in coming.

"What you waiting for? Get going. I haven't had a stiff cock in ages."

She was hot, wet and tight. I didn't last too long but I think she was so close to coming that it didn't really matter.

Later that evening we went out for supper.

"To celebrate the success of the insurance claim."

My mother looked at Jill.

"I heard something that sounded just like sex coming from Tom's room and it was your voice making most of the noise. Incest? I didn't think you had it in you."

"Oh, but I did mummy. I had it in me today and I definitely will demand a longer rematch soon."

"Slut."

"Yes, mummy. And your point is? You raised me after all. Daddy wasn't the only wandering minstrel in the family. Remember the Christmas party we had here just before Dad died? I saw you bent over our kitchen table with uncle Nathaniel pounding away at you like there was no tomorrow. You weren't objecting at all, in fact I think that you were encouraging him. I don't really blame you though. Those balls of his! I was so tempted to grab them, but I figured it would cause him to speed up and interfere with that rather noisy orgasm you were building up to. Now, if I remember correctly Nathaniel is your brother."

My mother actually blushed at that and changed the topic. I made a mental note to ask Jill about the incident some time in the near future.

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"Now that the insurance has paid off the house, I am going to go house hunting."

"Ma? What is wrong with this place?" Jill looks outraged.

"Too much of your father here and anyway I am tired of living in the city centre, so I am going to the fringes. Oh, and sound carries far too easily in this house. You and Tom were at it again last night. I need some privacy and a bigger house will provide that."

"What about us? We live here too you know!"

"You can work remotely. Or you can move out. You spend more time in Tom's bed than anywhere else, you might as well shack up together. The double income will make paying the rent far more easy."

It was at this stage that Jill got up and stormed out. We watched her walk away and heard her slam her door.

"Not the kindest way of breaching the topic I would say."

"Stop banging your sister."

Ma changing the the topic.

"Why? Jealous? Horny and needing some attention?"

She glares at me then she too gets up and leaves me alone. Clever move, now I am left with tidying up the kitchen. Fuck.

I am just finishing tidying up when my phone goes ping. I dry my hands and look at the incoming message. Its my mother.

"Come to my room!"

Abrupt and aggressive. Fuck! I did not need a family brawl on what should be a peaceful Sunday morning. I hesitated for a while, then shrug and headed for her room.

As I opened the door she snarled "Took your time didn't you?"

Argh. It looked like we were going to continue the battle. I hesitated again, sigh and then went into her room, expecting the worst but stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth hanging open. Ma was flat on her back, completely naked, legs akimbo.

"To answer your question. Yes, I am horny! Yes my pussy needs attention and yes, I am jealous. Which makes me bad tempered and aggressive."

She sighed. "Dave has gone back to his wife and my last date was a complete and utter dog of a man. So. I am very sorry for being an absolute bitch and now will you please, please fuck me."

Now Ma is a fine piece of womanhood. Lovely soft breasts with big, sensitive nipples which go hard when she is aroused. No, I haven't caused that previously, but I have seen it happen.

"What about the estate agent? Isn't she waiting for you?"

"Yes. She is waiting for me. Now, for fuck sake, stop arguing with me and wasting my time. Get on with it."

Fuck she was bad tempered. It was time I thought to assert a bit of dominance.

"Touch yourself."

"What? Why?"

I sighed theatrically.

"So that I can see how to do it best. So I can see what turns you on. That is why. And yes, I am a voyeur like my Pa and apparently Jill. Now. Start stroking."

"Bastard!"

But she started masturbating, slow, long, gentle strokes which caused her to start breathing fast almost immediately. The scent of her arousal reached me and I started to get really hard inside my shorts.

"Show me your cock!"

She was obviously getting into the game so I slid my shorts down, took my semi erect cock in hand and started to stroke it, which resulted in it going hard and erect in very short order.

"Fuck! That is beautiful. Oh, fuck I want it in me. Now!"

I knelt down between her legs, applied my tongue to her clit and thrust two fingers inside her. Her reaction was instantaneous, her body tensed up and I heard her start to moan softly at first, then more gutturally till she sounded like a lioness. All of which was just too much for me so I moved up closer and slid my cock into her. I started to thrust into her slowly, enjoying her heat, her wetness and her scent. I was just getting into a good rhythm when I felt a hand on my balls.

"Give it to her brother. Hard and fast. She likes it rough. Don't you Ma?"

Ma did not respond in any sensible way and with Jill's hand on my balls I could do nothing else but fuck Ma hard and fast which of course resulted in me dumping a load into her sooner than I would have liked. Not before she came though.

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Second most stressful experience: The first house hunting outing was a fiasco. The agent Lou was a prim and proper woman with a fake accent who was expecting a couple and dressed to impress the husband. White, transparent blouse, white lace bra, a short skirt, high heels and black seamed stockings. I remarked while she wasn't listening that she could probably have sold me the Mowbray Station toilet for a quick fuck. Ma was quick to point out that the Mowbray station toilets had been the target of a bombing in the eighties so I would probably get a really bad deal, especially if some madman decided to repeat the performance in commemoration of the event while I was in there.

Lou was useless at doing the thing we wanted out of her. She listened to Ma's requirements and then took us to places that Ma didn't like as they were either too expensive, too close to town or the wrong size. As a result, Ma was in a foul mood by the time we parted with her and the universal opinion was that we should ditch her but Ma had agreed to a further appointment with her for the next day and was reluctant to cancel. Spending more time with Lou did not please anyone so it was a fairly glum and acrimonious evening. Even Jill suggesting that Ma actually wanted a quick fuck with Lou in the station toilets didn't brighten the mood.

Just as we were about to go out to meet Lou, Ma's phone pinged. She read the message, sighed theatrically and said:

"She has chickened out. Sending her gopher to guide us around. "My highly recommended colleague" she calls him. He is probably the fucking office boy. Ah, well, we are committed. Lets go meet Brian."

"Thank fuck for that. I couldn't stand Tom here drooling over the woman and her list of houses was crap."

"Lou is probably delighted to pass the buck onto Brian and avoid you two tearing strips off of her. She was easy on the eye." I got no response from that comment.

Brian, Lou's replacement did not look like an estate agent at all. More like one of those special service soldiers. Tight, compact, steely eyed and hand shake like a vice grip. Ma's nipples got all pointy and stuck out. She also seemed to have much difficulty in letting go of his hand. He listened to Ma repeating what she had said to Lou. He nodded as if her every word was gospel. I was convinced that he had not heard a word of Ma's requirements as he spent more time looking at her tits than at her eyes.

"I think I have the right area for you to buy in. Please let me drive you." He drove us in a Subaru, unlike the usual Beamers and Mercs that estate agents normally drove. He us away from the suburb Lou had taken us to and to a small out of the way suburb. I will call it a suburb because that is what it was called on council plans, but to be honest it was more like a hippy settlement, but one where the hippies had inherited a shit load of money years ago and then invested heavily in housing of every eccentric design known to man, woman or maybe hippydom.

"The locals are a bit eccentric but really friendly." was Brian's only comment.

In my opinion the area had houses that looked more like what Ma was interested in, but it was far from the bright lights where Jill and I wanted to be. It didn't even have street lights. Waste removal? Nah. The locals apparently didn't approve of such things.

By the time we got there Ma was practically drooling over Brian, but her arousal didn't save the poor guy on the topic of houses though. Or maybe it was the horny that made her so abrupt and aggressive.

"Too small."

Next one.

"Too boring."

Next one.

"Falling down."

Pretty soon Brian was starting to get desperate.

"I do have another. A fixer upper. Further up the mountain, lovely views, very charismatic, eccentric even. I wasn't going to show you but.."

The poor man did not get any further, Ma glared at him.

"Show us!"

He was right on all counts. The place was a fixer upper and eccentric. It needed work. Lots of it. Especially work on the roof, actually roofs. There were multiple levels of structure resulting with separate roofs for different parts of the building. This fulfilled his other promise. Eccentric. It looked like someone had hired different architects, builders and landscapers at different times to create each separate bit of it without consultation with the other teams or existing plans. It was as Brian had said an eccentric and charismatic structure.

We spent nearly two hours there with Ma investigating every nook and cranny. The longer we stayed the more and more enthusiastic Brian became, pointing out strange and obscure features, waxing lyrical about separate levels and taking us all over the place. He obviously loved the place. Eventually we found our way out of the house and admired the sweeping view of the valley below, the curve of white sea sand and blue sea.

"Wonderful sunsets! Walks on the beach!" Brian was in full selling mode.

I ignored the view and stood looking in awe at the huge but badly maintained rose garden. It was a rose growers dream come true. Even possibly a rose growers wet dream.

"We will take it!"

Ma had obviously decided we were in on the deal without her actually discussing the issue with us.

Jill looked at the place, at Ma and then said, "Yes. Definitely. I can feel the latent Goth in me coming out."

"You should shower after sex!"

"Ma!" Ma just grinned at her.

I for one was hooked on the rose garden. There must have been at least thirty roses in the garden, some of which were decades old just going by the thickness of the root stock. All it needed was a bit of care and it would be a gem again.

Ma and Jill glared at me.

"Well? What do you think?"

"Its great Ma. Those roses need tending real soon."

"The house you idiot. Not the garden!"

"Yes. Its great. Really great. But I do need to get in and feed those roses or else they may not survive the winter."

Brian looked at the garden, at me and then finally at Ma.

"The moment your offer has been accepted and signed, he can start on the garden. The structure renovations will need to wait for transfer."

Ma and Brian went into the house to fill in the offer form, leaving Jill and I to bask in the sun.

"Fucking far from anywhere. Transport is gonna be a bitch."

"You can have wonderful Goth parties here. The dead will arrive in droves."

"Piss off. I can invite the girls for weekends here. There are enough rooms. Big fire places. Rooms for all sorts of shenanigans."

"Big back garden. You can grow dagga in the back garden and spend your life goofed out of your brain. Save paying Little Pete for your weed."

"No You can grow the stuff. I will oversee the processing. Wages paid by sharing carnal knowledge of course." I finally got a grin out of Jill.

"And how can you call that man Little Pete? He is all of 2 metres tall and must weigh 120 kgs. He should be Big Pete."

"Sarcasm 101. You say the opposite of what it true. Or is that irony?"

"Irony. And you should know better. Masters in Computer Science and you don't know the difference?"

"I an a computer programmer and I speak python!" I made hissing noises at her and tried to bite her which gave her the giggles.

Ma and Brian took their sodding time to emerge from the simple process of signing an offer. However by the state of Ma's hair and lipstick I suspected Brian's hands had messed up her hair and her lipstick now decorated the base of his cock.

"Did you spit Ma?" Jill coming to same conclusion as I had.

"No, I swallowed. Didn't want to ruin the carpets."

Brian turned a beautiful shade of red.

"Please don't tell Lou." he said which caused much hilarity.

"Not a chance! Unless it makes her jealous of course." Ma grinned at him and headed for the car.

"Don't worry Brian, you'll get used to her."

"If he doesn't make a break for it first. Or ends up eloping with me." Jill grinned at him.

"I think I can safely say, "Welcome to the family" now. We hope you enjoy your stay." My comment Brian made laugh.

"I could get used to this rather than being a polite, well mannered estate agent 24/7."

We had another celebratory dinner that evening to which Brian was invited to. In retrospect, I am not sure if it was Ma or Jill who invited him to join us. I do know that at one stage he had his hand up Jill's super short skirt. How do I know? Our hands collided halfway up her thighs. I took my hand away and left him to it. But it was Ma who ended up growling like a lioness as Brian pounded her pussy later that evening.

As usual Jill and I listened in at the wall and then went to Jill's room to relieve our tensions. I liked her the room. The main reason being that Ma couldn't hear us fucking. The other reason was that it had a huge mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed. The two of us being the exhibitionists that we are made a point of facing the mirror when fucking. Fucking doggy style was best because you could both watch the action in real time instead of trying to record it. I love to watch Jill's face as I fuck her and also watch her tits swing wildly. She goes red in the face when she comes which is a real bonus.

The next morning Brian was looking a bit haggard but still with us. Ma was looking a bit tired, but much like a cat that had not only eaten cream but bathed in it as well. I swear there was a faint streak of cum down the side of her neck that she had somehow missed when washing her face before breakfast.