Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
This is a further title in my Dales Retreat series, for context you could read the other stories, although this stands alone, sort of.
Mik and his girlfriend were having what he called 'a break.' I don't know why, he wouldn't say, and just said it probably wasn't permanent, it was just for now and that he would see her the other side of Easter.
"Right then Mister, you can come to the cottage with me. I want to get away again for a few days and you are coming with me."
"But Mum..."
"But me no buts Mik, I have not having you mope around here on your own, you can come with me. Go and pack what you need, you can take your PlayStation if you want, but you are coming with."
Much grumbling later he was downstairs and carrying his stuff to the car. We stopped at Lidl in Bingley and bought provisions for a few days and headed off we even bought some Easter Eggs for Sunday. Traffic was busy around town, but as soon as we got beyond the suburbs it quietened down. Slowly along the track to the cottage and I pulled up.
"Right I'll open up, and you can start bringing our stuff from the car."
I headed in and lit a small fire in the AGA, when that got going I would add some more substantial wood, I still had plenty thanks to Jacob who had brought quite a few trunks that he had felled, and I turned them into firewood. One thing though, I had to learn how to sharpen the chainsaw blades.
It was not especially warm, weather wise, and if we sat outside I expected that we would need to wrap up, we had both brought decent cardigans and jumpers. I emptied the kettle of its old stale water, filled it up and switched it on, we would have a hot drink when the car was emptied.
I helped Mik bring the rest of the stuff from the car, and then drove the car into my log barn, just to give it a little protection. It didn't sit in a garage at home, but home wasn't as unprotected and exposed as up here in the dales. I had known inches of snow up here, whereas back home it was full sun and dry. I suppose it took about thirty minutes or so to get everything from the car and moved to where it needed to be, clothes up in our rooms, food into cupboards, that sort of thing.
I put a couple of thicker logs in the Aga and made us both a tea. I was trying mint tea, supposedly excellent for digestion, Mik had a standard Yorkshire Gold. We both sat on chairs in front of the Aga, the cottage hadn't been lived in for a couple of weeks and was cold. It needed a good warming up.
"This is the only time I am going to mention it, are you going to talk about what has happened? With Connie I mean."
"No."
"Okay, right then, now we haven't seen Elvina and Fay in a while."
"S'pose." Gosh he was going to be hard work, oh well, that is part of being a Mum, you have to be there for your kids when things are not going as well as they might. It surprised me a little that he wasn't interested in the Faeries, they were exceptionally sexual and a great distraction from the real world. I would have to work harder to get him out of his funk.
Elvina and Fay are the faeries that often visit our garden usually flying around the small beck that flows through it. We have had some adventures, some that were a bit unsavoury, the male Faeries were a problem for example, but the Faerie queen soon sorted that. They are also so damn sexy, and Elvina did seem quite taken my Mik. Perhaps they could cheer him up. Or perhaps I could.
"Right then. Poker."
"What?"
"We shall play poker. Whenever anyone is dealt a one eyed jack the loser of the next hand has to remove an item of clothing and hand it over. I hope you have clean underpants on."
"Ha. Well, you won't find out, I am going to thrash you, I always do."
"We shall see." He did always beat me at Cribbage, I don't know how he does it, I know it is luck with the fall of the cards, but still, he beats me every time and usually skunk too. But this would be poker, very different.
We sat and played, and I was down to bra and knickers, Mik down to his underpants, it had been a closer game than he expected. He thought that he could read his Mum, what he didn't know was that I orchestrated my Tells to let him think he was winning, and then I wiped his satisfied grin away with a sequence of successive wins.
I put my cards down and stood up facing Mik, with him still seated my fanny was pretty much at eye level. Although it was covered by my knickers, it was still there and in his face.
"Tea?" I asked.
He took his eyes from my groin and looked up at my face, "er, yes please," he said. As I turned I managed to 'accidentally' knock a tea towel on to the floor. Facing away from Mik I bent over and picked it up, I had no doubt her had a good look as I bent in front of him, my knickers tight across my bum, and, I hoped, the rear of my fanny. Well, you know, a Mum has to do what she can when she suspects her son is dejected.
Tea made I returned to the table and put his mug in front of him as I then turned and sat back down. "Right then Mister" I said, "let's get this done and dusted."
It didn't take me long, cribbage may be his game, but poker was certainly mine. "Hand them over," I said my hand outstretched.
He shuffled in the seat and pulled his underpants down and handed them over. I was tempted to give them a sniff, but well, they were boys undies, they never smell the same as a girls.
"I deserve a showing, come on stand up and give me a pirouette," I said.
