Dales - a Return

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Penny had arranged things with her now ex. They were officially separated and she had filed for divorce on the grounds of his infidelity, he hadn't contested and now it was just a few weeks for legal matters to happen. She texted me and asked if she could stay for a few days, I said yes. Well, what else could I say? She arrived in a bustle, and immediately hugged and asked for a cup of tea.

"Lord I tied one on last night," she announced as the kettle was boiling, "I was just in a funk and the next thing I knew two bottles of Chablis lay empty in the sink."

"Two? Crumbs," I replied as I got tea bags and mugs ready. "Are you going out? Meeting people?"

"Hell no. How can you top the faeries?"

"Oh, I don't know, I find I actually prefer real people."

"You keep saying the faeries are real. Make your mind up."

"They are real, but they are faeries, not tangible human beings. I prefer humans. They are a pleasant dalliance, but not long term relationship material."

"Dad's been gone a long time now, have you thought about remarrying?"

"Would you mind if I did?"

"No, not at all, but have you thought about it?"

"No one has crossed my path that has given me those thoughts. I like my life, and it will take some one very exceptional to fill the void left by your dad, and I have not met that person yet."

"Not even close?"

"No, not even close, a couple of guys that might have been possibilities turned out to be married, and that is not a complication I am prepared to deal with."

"Oh?"

"Okay for sex, but a relationship, with me being the other woman? No. If someone comes along then fine, but I am not looking."

"They say that when you stop looking someone turns up where you least expect it."

"Do they now? Well, I haven't started looking, so I can't technically have stopped."

I made the teas and we went and sat in the conservatory. Mik came in.

"Oh, it's you?" How perceptive of him. "I wondered where all the noise was coming from."

"Love you too Bro." Penny smiled. They do get on, but they do like to tease each other. A lot.

"Kettle's just boiled Mik if you want a coffee?" I said. He shook his head and wandered off, waving his hand in a mock farewell.

"Are you thinking of moving, you know, memories and all that," I asked.

"Hell no, it's my house, he was in it for a while, and now he isn't, it is no big deal."

She leant back in the chair and I noticed, how could I not, that she was not wearing knickers. Had she followed my lead I wondered.

"Mik," I yelled hoping that he would hear me.

A few moments later he put his head through, "yes mum?"

"I am planning to go to the cottage with Penny, wanna come?"

"Yeah, can do, things are not really getting anywhere with Debbie, so yeah, a few days away will be cool."

"Okay, well, you and Penny can work out where you are sleeping, there is the choice of the bedroom or the Shepherds hut. We'll go after lunch."

I did us all noodles for lunch, easy and filling, and then packed some clothes and food into the car. Mik sat in the front and Penny in the back and we set off. As I was driving along the track to the cottage I noticed it was beginning to show signs of wear, possibly because it was being used a lot more now. I wondered what I should do about it, if anything. I supposed some hardcore or stones, but for a two mile track, that was going to work out expensive. I would just keep driving slowly to minimise my impact.

We parked up and unpacked and I put the clothes away. Mik decided that he would use the hut and took a few packs of crisps and cans of coke over, just for midnight provisions. He could come into the cottage for the loo; I had told him that he was not allowed to pee in the beck, and also said he should make sure that he had a fully charged torch in the hut, just in case. It gets very dark up here and tonight was a new moon, so only starlight available. It was a clear sky too, so very little reflected light from nearby towns would be available.

Penny and Mik were sitting by the beck, I assumed that they would be calling Elvina and Fay soon, I was just generally tidying and vacuuming, trying to keep the place clean. I wondered about getting a robovac, it could do a basic vac each day, even when we weren't here. I then got a bit of a shock. I was just checking the history footage from the security cameras. They record all movement whether we are here or not and save it to the cloud. I hadn't set up notifications or alerts, simply because I hadn't got around to it.

There was a flurry of activity from yesterday afternoon. None of us were here yesterday so I brought up the files and it was a big and disappointing surprise. Jacob and a blond haired girl came into the cottage and went up to the main bedroom.

"Are you sure this is okay dad," the blond girl said.

"Yes Mandy, it is fine, we can use this when Mica isn't around."

Interesting, I never said that to him, I simply agreed that he could keep an eye on the place. So, Mandy is his daughter. She started undoing her blouse, pulled it from her jeans and put it on a chair, then her bra followed. Nice boobs, D cup perhaps, big nipples too. She undid her jeans and pushed them and her knickers down, sat on the side of the bed and pulled them off, adding them to the pile on the chair. Standing up, she pulled the quilt down as Jacob finished undressing.

The resolution of the camera was not good enough for me to tell if she was shaven bare or trimmed short, always difficult with blonds. Mandy lay on the bed and Jacob lay beside her. He bent across and kissed her, his hand between her legs, fingers sliding along her crease. She had his dick in her hand as was slowly masturbating him.

Okay, Jacob and his daughter are shagging. I wondered how old she was, she looked late teens, but again the resolution wasn't good enough to be sure. After a few moments she pushed him away and onto his back and went down on him, her bottom square onto the camera, her fanny crease fully visible. The camera angle and her in the way meant I couldn't really see what she was doing, but it really didn't take much of an imagination to know. Her head was bobbing up and down and his fingers were clutching at my bottom sheet.

After a few minutes she pulled back and lay down and they swapped places, Jacob went down on her and presented his arse and tackle to the camera. His balls swinging below his cock, the camera angle making them look pendulous. He had a hand under his face and I could only assume he was fingering his daughter as he licked her. I could hear her grunting as he worked on her and her fingers were also clutching, her heels were scrabbling on the sheet and then she screamed, piercingly almost too much for the microphone as it distorted. Nice one Jacob.

He rolled to the side of her and I could see her chest heaving as she gulped in breathes of air. After a few moments she got to her knees, using her hands to steady herself and Jacob moved behind her. He used his hand to guide into her and then started shagging, his balls really swaying back and forth as he moved. The camera clearly picking up her grunts and gasps and the slaps as he shagged her with some tempo.

Between her gasps she was calling out 'yes dad, yes,' or 'fuck me dad, fuck me'. It was a bit like what I imagined a staged American porno would be like. Never having watched one, I couldn't really be sure. Perhaps this scene was more common in England than I thought. Jacob was moving faster and it seemed deeper too, Mandy was gasping louder and louder, perhaps her earlier orgasm had left her close to the edge.

"Argh," Jacod grunted and pushed in hard and stopped moving.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mandy gasped and them screamed, again the sound distorting.

Jacob pulled back and lay on his back, Mandy staying where she was on her hands and knees, audibly gasping, and a dribble of white fell from her fanny onto my bottom sheet. She turned and rolled, laying on her back, her breasts heaving as she gulped in air, Jacob just laying quietly breathing deeply.

"Bloody hell dad," she said after a few minutes. "We need to do this more often. Is it like this with mum?"

"Let's not bring your mother into this," Jacob said between gasps. He seemed a bit out of breath still, I thought he was fitter than this.

I stopped watching and went and stripped the bottom sheet from the bed, replacing it with a clean one and put the 'soiled' one in the machine. Wow. What to do, that was the thing. I might just mention that someone seems to have been in the cottage whilst I wasn't there, and perhaps I should lock it and put an alarm in. Leave it at that, see what he says.

I did us Jacket potatoes for tea. I had microwaved them then put them in the oven to crisp up. I did a tin of tuna and mayonnaise as the filling. The kids had spent the afternoon by the beck, I didn't spy on them or ask them if they had seen the girls, I just pottered in the house, my head firmly thinking of what I had seen on the security footage. One thing, it conformed my suspicion that Jacob was married. He never wore a ring when he came to visit, and we had never discussed his home life, and to be fair, he was a pretty good shag. I just don't want the complications of being 'the other woman'.

We sat in the sitting room, Mik playing on his hand held, and Penny and I just generally chatting. She confirmed that she went commando a lot more often now, and like me, she liked the feeling of freedom, and how less clammy she got. She also said that word seems to have somehow gotten around that she was 'single' again and that a few men from her past had mailed or texted her asking after her.

"You know, it is amazing how that happens. I don't know how. It happened a lot after you dad passed. I found it insensitive if I am honest. It wasn't a separation or divorce, I was a widow and I was grieving."

"How did you respond mum?"

"Typically I sent a reply along the lines of, 'I am still in my weeds, my husband has just passed, how do you think I might be feeling?'

"Weeds?"

"Have you not heard that? It is short for Widows Weeds. Widows were expected to wear black and only black for a year after their husband died. The word 'weeds' was an old word for clothes. I think it stems back to the Victorian age."

"Wow, no, I knew people wore black, but I didn't know about widows weeds. I can't use that because I am not a widow, I am an imminent divorcee."

"Ah well, the old expectations were that a divorcee was ready and ripe for it. I guess that isn't necessarily true."

"It may be, and I wouldn't say no, but I am not seeking for it, and if I were wearing knickers I wouldn't be ripping them of for every man that called."

We laughed, Mik briefly looked up from his game and gave us one of his indecipherable looks. I went and poured us some more wine, Mik just had another can of coke. The evening progressed and more wine was consumed and at around ten I declared an end.

"I have had enough, I shall leave you kids to it, I am going up. See you in the morning. There were chorus' of 'good night' and I headed up. I am not as young as I was and we had consumed two bottles of wine between us, I knew when to stop though. I stripped, washed, cleaned my teeth and crawled into bed. The room wasn't swimming, but my mind was telling me it should be. I fell asleep.

I awoke with a hand cupping my breast, and the dick prodding my back made me think it was Mik, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

"Mik," I whispered.

"Hush mum, you'll wake Penny, she is crashed out downstairs, she had more wine after you went to bed."

I could imagine the head that she would have in the morning. I turned and using my hands I found Mik's face and leant forward and kissed him, my lips sliding over his and then my tongue pressing into his mouth, our tongues dancing, in my mind they were dancing an Argentinian Tango.

My hands reached down, and I found his dick, nicely hard, moist at the end. I pulled his skin down with one hand and ran my other fingers over his exposed dick head. I felt him move away and then his breath was at my crease, his tongue delving between my labia, its coarseness adding to the tickle in my sex. His nose pressed my clitoris and fingers circled my entrance, pushing in, penetrating.

I was still blind, no light, I could make no sense of where he was, I just lay back, my legs apart and let his nose, tongue and fingers do their magic. I could not contemplate chastising Jacob for shagging his daughter when here I was, shagging my son. There is a certain intensity when you lose your sense of sight. It is as if your sense of feeling and touch is increased in sensitivity as if to make up the shortfall.

Mik, pulled back and his fingers left me, a feeling of emptiness and then I felt the mattress move by my head and side and guessed that he was covering me. I reached down and found his dick, gripping it I lined it up with my entrance and Mik pushed, penetrating me completely with one push such was my arousal.

I no longer felt empty, his dick filling me, my fanny stretching, walls now touching his dick not each other. I hadn't noticed his foreskin move within me when he penetrated me, but now as he shagged slowly I could feel its movement within me, a really sensual movement, the rim of his head scraping me, but just behind it his skin rolled along my fanny walls, odd, yet utterly erotic.

As Mik shagged me I realised that this only happened here, we never shagged at home, it was as if here we were different people, and I loved that. My electrics were building and my pressures growing. My fingers were on his back, my fingernails pressing in deeply, it must have hurt him, yet I could not relax and withdraw them. I could feel my groin fizzing, and my back was tightening, arching, moving away from the mattress, and then Mik went from slow and steady to a massive press and thrust, faster and faster, the slaps echoing around the dark black room, my grunts accompanying in the orchestral sounds of sex.

Faster he went, his own grunts and gasps accompanying mine and then he pressed in hard, his belly pressing hard against mine and he grunted loudly, his ejaculation deep inside me triggering my orgasm. I screamed as breath shot from my body, electrics coursed around, my fingers and toes, nipples and ears tingling as my eruption exploded through my body.

I relaxed down onto the mattress, Mik briefly lay on top of me and then slid to the side. He pulled the quilt up and covered us, "I love you mum," he said softly into my ear. I guessed he was staying with me tonight. I relaxed back feeling his emission dribbling from my fanny as I closed my unseeing eyes and relaxed back into sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I was alone. I got up and stretched, and then got out of bed, leaving the quilt rolled back to let the bed air. I used the loo and then showered, douching to remove any residue. As I stood their dripping I recalled the night and how almost overwhelming having intimacy in the pitch darkness of the dales really was.

I dressed in a mid-length dress that covered my shoulders and went downstairs. I guessed Mik was in the hut, he was no where to be seen in the cottage, Penny was sprawled on the sofa, her legs apart and fanny on view for all to see.

"Kettles on Pen," I said, "I'm making coffee."

"Mmm yes, right, what?" I left her to it.

I put the kettle on and put some Weetabix in a bowl and poured milk. That would do me for breakfast this morning. After clearing the bowl, I went outside and tapped on the hut door. "Kettle's on Mik if you want a hot drink," I called getting an 'ok' in response. I wondered how long he had been in the hut.

Back in the kitchen the kettle had boiled, I made myself a tea and sat at the kitchen table cradling the cup. Penny came in looking very much like she had been dragged through a hedge backwards.

"Morning," I said, "how are you this morning?"

"Okay."

"Really?" I asked.

"No. Wow, what a headache I had earlier, it's gone now, now I just feel fuzzy."

"I suggest we go for a walk in a bit when things have warmed up a little. What do you want to drink?"

"Coffee please," she said. I grabbed a mug and made her a coffee.

She sat on the other chair by the kitchen table and sipped her coffee looking at nothing, just sitting. Eventually she spoke.

"Two much wine."

"So it would appear." I replied.

"I don't know why I did, I just kept drinking. Bloody silly really."

"Indeed." I didn't really have anything to say. I don't know why she drank so much, it isn't as if she had sorrows to drown.

"Thanks for the coffee, I'll nip up and shower then we can go for a walk."

"Okay," I cleared the cup, mug and bowl into the sink and washed them and left them to drain on the drainer. Penny came down soon after wearing a thin jumper and a skirt and we set off. Mik had yet to surface so we left him to his own devices. We walked along the edge of the field towards the commune, and then at their boundary wall we headed left along their wall. The field rose in this direction and soon we were at the top and heading down the other side. To our left we had Jacob's field of hay that looked ready for cutting, and to the right, the other side of the wall was one of the commune's fields, looking unkempt and frankly abandoned.

After a while we came to a small copse, only on Jacob's side. Looking over the wall onto the Commune land, all the trees that had been in their side of the copse had been felled, leaving just a load of stumps. I don't know much about land management, but it seemed wrong to me.

"Let's sit a bit," Penny said, "I am a bit bushed."

"Okay, look, there is a grassy bit that's in the sun, we'll rest there and be in the warmth of the sun."

We went the few further steps to the grassy area, more mossy than grassy to be honest and sat, Penny leant against me, her hand loosely on my leg.

"Hug me," she said.

I put my arm around her shoulder and synched her into my side. She sighed and squeezed my leg.

"I am sorry about last night mum," she said, "I should have come up with you."

"It's okay. You're a grown woman, I am not your keeper."

"No, I know, you are much more than that these days."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I wanted to spend last night with you."

"Well, you could have, only you stopped you, not me."

"I kept saying to myself, 'one more drink and then I'll go up and slip in besides mum.' Only I just never did and then I woke up this morning on the sofa."

I didn't say anything, I just squeezed her shoulder. Her hand squeezed my leg and then moved upwards to my crotch, my legs parting a little more to ease her passage.

"It is so remote up here; we could be the only people in the world." She said as her fingers found my wetness.

I just mumbled a yes sound and lay back letting Penny do what she needed and what I enjoyed. Her fingers slid in between my lips, my valley opening, my lips curling around her fingers as she moved. My breath caught in my throat as her fingers found my clitoris and teased it out of its hiding place. Oh gosh.

Penny pulled away, my arm falling, and she bent to my crotch, lifting my dress out of her way and her tongue slipped so easily between my lips, her fingers now teasing at my entrance, slipping down to my opening and back. I was willing her to keep going, but she just played, teasing me, her tongue pushing my clitoris in circles as her fingers traced circles a little lower down.