“Come on, you haven’t been for ages. Just for a few days. It will be fun.”
“Okay, Mother, for goodness’ sake.”
“You can drive if you want.”
“Okay, alright already.”
“What about Louise? Do you want to bring her? We have the Shepherd’s Hut that you could use if you wanted.”
“Nah, I don’t want to take her there, to the cottage.”
“Oh, okay, just thought that you would; no worries.”
That had been yesterday. Louise had stayed the night with Mik, and she went off home this morning. Mik packed what he wanted to take. And I sorted out some clothes and then some food for us; I packed it all into the car, and we set off. Hopefully, a good couple of nights in the remoteness of the cottage would be good. I have one Zoom business call to do tomorrow, and that is it.
A few temporary sets of traffic lights for roadworks, none of which had a single worker visible, slowed us down, and then we were clear and soon at the entrance of our track. I drove slowly past the shepherd’s hut and then backed up to the cottage. It was a bit darker up here, the clouds a little heavier. No rain, and none forecast, so hopefully dry. We took all the bits and pieces in.
“Why don’t you take a can of pop and go and say hello to Fay and Elvina?” I said to him.
“Nah, not now, Mum. They can wait.”
“My God, a teenager missing the opportunity for some intimacy with two beauties? Are you ill?” I said with a laugh in my voice.
He stuck his tongue out and sat at the kitchen table and watched me put the food into the cupboards.”
“Fancy a walk, Mum?” He asked after I had finished.
“Okay, yes, anywhere in particular, baby?”
“No, Mum, just, you know, a walk.”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
We headed out and along the track sort of towards the commune. I wasn’t sure how far we would go or why.
“I love the views out here. I am pretty sure I saw a weasel last week, just around that small copse, and of course, the buzzards are continually wheeling and calling in the sky. It is so beautiful up here.”
“Is that why you come here so often? I wondered if it was to get away from me.”
“Oh Mik, shit, no baby, I would bring you here every time if you would come. No, it is just that I love the peace and quiet. I can daydream, I can talk to faeries, I can do some work up here. No, I do like being here, and at the same time, I hate being away from you.”
“Oh, okay. Do you have sex with the fairies when you are here?”
Okay, let’s get into the details, shall we?
“Sometimes, baby, and sometimes not. It is not why I come here.”
“Does that mean that you are a lesbian mum because they are girls?”
Oh my, we were really getting into the nitty-gritty.
“No, baby, there are actually some boy faeries too, but they are a bit troublesome. And no, I do see men, you know, and I prefer my time with actual real men, men that have a dick. The time with the faeries is just, oh, I don’t know, not exactly magical; it is not and does not feel real.”
“Oh. I need to ask you something really personal.”
“Okay, baby, you know that you can always ask me something, and I will always try to answer honestly.”
“Is there something wrong with my dick?”
Well, that floored me; I didn’t expect that at all.
“Goodness, whatever makes you think that there might be? Is Louise unhappy?”
“No, and yes. When I was here, you and I did it, but you haven’t tried to ever since. Was I not very good? And Louise? Well, she will only let me do it the one way; she won’t let me, you know, try behind, nor will she go down on me and use her mouth.”
“Oh goodness. Well, no, there is nothing wrong with you. Perhaps it is all a bit new to Louise, and perhaps she just wants to do what her parents taught her was normal; I don’t know. Not every girl likes anal; it can be painful at the beginning, and we don’t have much feeling inside our bottom, so the only sensation we get is a tightness around the entrance.”
“I understand that, but she won’t even try. And what about you, Mum? Why have you not gone with me since?”
“Goodness, Mik, let me tell you I have dreamed about us in bed on, oh, so many occasions, but they say it is wrong; it is against the law. I could go to jail for having sex with my son. I have desired you, just not had the courage to make the move, baby.”
“Oh.”
And that was kind of the end of that; we walked on in silence until we could see the boundary wall with the commune beyond. I didn’t really want to encounter Joshua today; he and his commune were all wrong in my eyes, and the way he manipulated his followers out of their money and bodies I found reprehensible. I stopped and turned to Mik.
“This is the end of our land, baby; beyond it is the commune, and I really don’t like the man that leads it. I found him false and manipulative. I vowed to have nothing more to do with him. Once a week, he came to the cottage to use the internet, but I managed to end that by telling him he could use the internet in the library in the village; he didn’t need mine.”
“Okay, Mum, I doubt that you are wrong in your judgement of him. When we talk at home about my old girlfriends, your judgements are usually spot on. Somewhere to avoid, then?”
“Yes, and don’t be thinking that you can save the people from him. You can’t; they are adults, and they are there of their own volition. My decision is to not get involved.”
“Okay, Mum, agreed.”
“No matter how pretty they are or how big their boobs are,” I added, laughing.
“Dash it, Mum, okay,” he said, laughing back. At least his mood seemed to have improved. We wandered back to the cottage under the angry-looking sky, clouds grey and black in places and moving quite quickly across the heavens. Thankfully, the forecasters were right; there was no rain. Back at the cottage, I dug a tinned steak pie out of the cupboard and put it into the oven. I quickly peeled and cut some potatoes and put them on to boil. The potatoes’ water would be nicely starchy and would make good gravy. Mash, pie, and gravy for tea.
“Do you want a cuppa?” I asked Mik, “I am having one.”
“No thanks, Mum, I’ll stick with Coke.” I decided I needed to keep more Coke here; the half dozen or so cans I had bought wouldn’t really last him a couple of days.
“Did I tell you about the ghost?”
“No, what ghost? Are we haunted?”
“No, not here. After the farmer towed the shepherd’s hut down so that I could work on it and make it habitable, I saw a man standing by the hut. I asked him if I could help him, and he simply said his name was Seth and he was here to look after the sheep. I explained to him that there were no sheep, and as I turned to point out the sheepless fields, he just disappeared; I couldn’t find him anywhere.”
I paused for a sip of my tea.
“I thought it odd; his way of talking was odd too. I went into the cottage and searched online. It turns out that over two hundred years ago, a shepherd called Seth was defending the flock of sheep from a pack of wild dogs. The villagers heard the commotion and managed to help and kill the dogs. Seth unfortunately passed away from his injuries and was buried in a pauper’s grave.”
“Wow, Mum,” Mik said, his eyes wide. “Is he still around? I would love to talk to him, too.”
“No, baby. I went back and told him that he had saved all the sheep but had died doing so, and I told him where he was buried. He disappeared right in front of my eyes, and that was the end of it as far as I know.”
“Bloody hell, Mum, you are racking them up – faeries and now ghosts. Wow.”
“I think he was attached to the Shepherd’s Hut and didn’t know that the sheep had been mostly saved, and when I told him, he was able to rest in peace.”
Mik sat back and smiled; I didn’t know why, but he seemed happier.
“I think I am going to finish with Louise when I get home. She just isn’t right for me, I think. No, if she is not comfortable with me, then we are destined for issues in the future. I have just decided. Life is too short.”
“Oh crumbs, baby, well, if that is what you think.” Perhaps that decision was the cause of his happy face.
“You can tell me what you think of her now, Mum,” he said.
“Well, you haven’t finished with her yet; let’s wait. There is no hurry. Do you have any other prospects lined up?”
“Always prospects, Mum.”
“And what will you do if none of the prospects come to fruition?”
“I have my hand and my mum; I shall be fine.”
I gulped at my tea with that statement. He has me? What does he think? That I am just going to open my legs for him whenever he feels like it? I didn’t think that is what I said when we had our conversation on the walk. It seems to be what he understood, though. Oh, lummy, why is life so difficult with teenagers?
I went to the kitchen and strained the potatoes, the water going into a smaller pan and back on the heat. I added cream, an egg yolk, and butter to the potatoes and whisked until the mash was fluffy. I added granules to the water and whisked it into a gravy.
“Dinner,” I called as I took the pie out of the oven. Cut the pie in half, served it onto plates, divided the mash and poured gravy over the lot. I have to say it was rather delicious; it really was, and I was almost licking the plate when I was done. High in calories, but it was just so tasty.
We went and sat in the sitting room and let our dinner go down. Mik played on his handheld console, and I browsed the internet and found a forum for faery sightings. Osidus came up a few times, but not Fay or Elvina. I browsed but didn’t add to the threads; I know that the girls like to keep a low profile.
After a while, I found myself drooping; my fatigue was greater than I thought.
“Mik, I am heading on up. Turn the light off when you have finished. ” I said as I rose and headed out.
“Yes, Mother,” he said. I went up a little surprised still that he hadn’t gone to greet the faeries.
In my room, I removed my dress and bra; I still preferred no knickers and went to the bathroom to wash. After I had used the loo, cleaned my teeth, and washed, I headed off back to my bedroom. Pulling back the quilt, I lay down and rested my eyes; sleep soon came to me, and my dreams were full of Mik and me making love, him shagging my arse, fulfilling a dream of his, and Fay and Elvina flying around, kissing, touching, and fingering.
I awoke with a start, my pleasures high from my dreams, and was sure I heard noises outside. I went into the back bedroom; Mik wasn’t there, and I looked through his window down towards the beck. In the light of the full moon, I could see Mik and Fay playing, kissing, and embracing. Mik was naked and was, at times, floating with Fay, shagging her, it seemed. I left them to it and went back to bed; Mik was an adult now; he didn’t need my supervision.
I fell asleep again; dreams were once more filled with copulation and fingers. At some point later, I awoke; the light was coming in through the gaps in the curtain at the windows. I felt a weight on my shoulder and turned; Mik was next to me in bed. Pulling the covers down, I could see he was naked; flaccid, he would be impressive, but his dreams must be with him, as he was stout and very erect. I eased out of bed, picking up my dress on the way, and headed to the bathroom. I used the loo and cleaned my teeth after putting my dress on and going downstairs. I put the kettle on, and as it was heating, I opened the front door and stepped outside.
The angry sky of yesterday had gone, replaced by blue and some white clouds. The air was fresh, and there was almost no wind; it felt like a glorious day. I went back in and made myself a tea, and took it out to my chair by the beck. I didn’t call anyone or say anything; I just sat there supping my tea. After the events with Sid and his friends, I must confess I had a little wariness where the faeries were concerned. I was not sure that I could trust them, and now, could I trust them with my son?
“Hello Meesha,” Elvina said in her soft, dusky voice.
“Hello El,” I replied.
Elvira was flying around, and then she hovered in front of me, the air shimmering about her.
“I sense you are not happy,” Elvina said.
“Oh no, El, I am fine, just still a little scared after what happened with Sid and his pals.”
Elvina flew around me and pecked me on my lips, giving me some of that faery euphoria. That didn’t help mentally; was I basically being date-raped?
“You are under the Queen’s protection now; no one will hurt you.”
“And my son, I saw Fay with him last night under the moonlight.”
“And your son Meesha, and your son. The Queen extends her protection to your family.”
I kind of relaxed; I had to hope it was true, otherwise I feared madness would come my way. Elvina flew around, darting kisses and touching my boobs. I felt wonderful, and soon I was kissing back. We were embracing and flying in the air above my garden; my fingers found their way between her legs, and soon I was penetrating her as my mouth was covering hers.
Her clitoris seemed to grow under my fingers, and I flew down, and my mouth found its way around it, sucking and licking; it felt more like a dick than a clit. Elvina was wrapping her legs around my head, calling my name, and I was feeling orgasmic; my pressures were building, my electrics were buzzing, and I could not recall the last time I breathed. I slid two fingers inside her fanny and crooked them. Come along, come along; I was going inside her.
I felt her moment as her faery orgasm erupted, euphoria juices spraying my face, her small faery legs spasming and tightening around my neck, and my own orgasm exploded through me. My pleasures, amplified by her faery juices, coursed through my body; I tingled with pleasure from my toes to my eyes, and finally I gasped for some breath. We flew apart, and I landed gently on my grass, my dress beside me. Elvina flew around me and then disappeared in a shimmer.
I picked myself up and sat naked on my chair. My tea was still warm enough to drink; I supped d.
“Morning, Mum,” Mik called from behind me as he came out to sit with me, a Coke in his hand. “Oh, fairy time?” he asked, seeing me naked.
“Yes, baby.”
“Good, Mum?”
“Very.”
I saw no need to dress; he had seen all I had to offer, and covering up seemed churlish. I sat and hugged my mug of tea, staring out as the clouds edged their way from west to east; warm weather would be following. My nipples seemed to harden, and I realised Mik was looking at me, examining my boobs, looking down to my lap where my crease would be just visible to him. I wondered if he wanted me.
“Breakfast? I am going to cook bacon.”
“Please, a sandwich, please?”
“Okay, baby.” I grabbed my dress from the floor, now damp with the morning dew, and stood up. Turning, I bent to pick up my mug, which would have given Mik a wonderful rear view of my bottom and my fanny. I hoped that he enjoyed it.
I went in and hung my dress on a hanger to dry, putting the hanger on the coat hooks by the door. I turned the grill on, and as it was warming, I went upstairs to find another dress, this one shorter, more above the knee than midway, but I loved how it swirled as I walked.
I opened a pack of bacon, added it to the grill pan, and slid it under to cook. I grabbed my bread knife and sliced four pieces of sourdough. I took the butter out of the fridge, and the milk too; I needed more tea. Kettle on. I waited a few minutes and then turned the bacon. I liked the fat crispy, but the meat less so. It was a juggling act; there was a moment when it was just right. I couldn’t leave it, or the meat would be too dry.
I slid the bacon out from under the grill, perfect. Now I could distract myself by making tea and buttering the bread without risking the bacon. Bread buttered, bacon added, sandwich made. I placed ketchup and HP on the table, two plates of sandwiches, and called Mik. Another tea made, I was ready.
“Let’s eat in the sitting room, Mum,” he said as he came in. I shrugged, wherever. I added…
