Dales the Easter Bunny

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.

Mik stood, his dick at half mast, he slowly returned and by the time he was facing me again his dick was pointing upwards, nice.

"To the winner the spoils," I said and knelt before him and sucked his dick into my mouth, using my lips to grip his foreskin as I pushed it back, freeing up his glans, my tongue then edging around his rim, Mik gasped as I bobbed back and forth on his dick, licking his glans and sucking his dick.

It wasn't long and I heard "Oh fuck," and then my throat was filled with spurt after spurt. Good, his mind may be all over the place, but his dick was certainly still fully functioning. I licked my lips, but nothing to taste, he had shot it all down my throat, no remaining dribble. Nice.

The rain had eased off. "Fancy a walk?" I asked, he shook his head, he was going to set his PlayStation up, I shrugged and put my dress back on over my undies, grabbed my wax jacket and boots and headed off for a walk.

The sky was blue with occasional fluffy white clouds, a few birds were tweeting, mostly alarm calls warning of the buzzards that were flying around, riding on the thermals. I walked past the barn and then along the hay field edge. As I approached the copse I saw a white rabbit with pink eyes running around, his tail bobbing like the top of a woolly hat. 'oh here we go again' I thought, 'Lucifer up to his old tricks.'

A few weeks ago I had seen the rabbit and had fallen down a rabbit hole and ended up at a mad tea party, all a game orchestrated by Lucifer for some amusement and an attempt to seduce me into joining him. Of course it failed and I sent the devil packing. This was detailed in Mica in the Underworld.

The rabbit stopped and pulled a fob watch out, looked at it and tutted. I was open mouthed, really, could Lucifer think he could get away with the same trick? The rabbit looked at me and tapped the fob watch, and then turned and disappeared down a rabbit hole that was just by the copse. I hurried after it, following the rabbit down into the burrow. Again.

Why did I do that? I knew this was a ploy by Lucifer, fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, sprang to mind, but this wasn't the court of King James, it was a burrow in the twisted mind of Lucifer Morningstar. The burrow was dimly lit and, as to be expected, a little earthy, with the ends of twigs or roots poking out of the wall to catch out the unwary.

"We don't have all day," the rabbit called back, "come on woman."

Oh the nerve. "Lucifer this isn't funny," I called as I followed mister bunny down the tube under ground. My wax jacket briefly snagged on one of the roots, annoying me as I hoped it hadn't torn the fabric. Finally I was closer to the rabbit, almost within touching distance. The rabbit opened a door that I hadn't noticed and disappeared into a room within the burrow.

The door was nice wood panelling, with a beautiful round brass handle. I gripped the handle and turned it, the door opened and I stepped into a delightful bedroom. There was a four-poster bed with white drapes, a carpet of soft moss, and a beautiful clothes stand to one side complete with some of the most ornate hangers I had ever seen. The rabbit had taken his waistcoat off and was hanging it up.

I had to say that he looked quite the most handsome rabbit that I had ever seen. He turned and walked towards me and eased my wax jacket off before turning and hanging it next to his waistcoat. My heart seemed to flutter when his paw touched my hand. I put my hands behind my back and undid my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I picked it up and rabbit took it from me and hung it on one of the ornate brass hangers.

As I undid my bra I felt strangely aroused and my nipples hardened when they met the air. Rabbit hung my bra from a hook at one end of the clothes stand and then added my knickers when I passed them over.

"It is Easter you know," Rabbit said, 'before we know it, Whitsuntide will be upon us."

I sat on the bed and watched rabbit as he cleaned his paws, his tongue surprisingly long, 'oh what could he do with a tongue like that' I wondered. Rabbit walked around the bed, a rabbit at one moment and then a tall man walked around the bed as he passed a corner post. His chest was structured, well formed yet not overly, his navel taught and a mere dip, and his dick stood tall and proud, his balls hanging low.

"That will be all," he said to no one but fresh air, climbing onto the bed next to me after walking around the bed, drawing the drapes, closing out the burrow. I heard the door open and close but no one entered, and then the stranger spoke to me.

"We are alone now; we have no further need for the rabbit. The door is secured, we are alone"

"Yes, I guess so," I replied unable to take my eyes from his dick. His dick was long and thick, its surface covered with bulging veins, his foreskin tight and pulling back revealing the most purple glans I have ever seen. Not a hair to be seen, it looked hard, no softening or cushioning from stray unwanted hairs. My fanny the same, open, hairless.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am the Easter Bunny of course he said, a smile on his face.

He reached forward and applied gentle pressure to my shoulder, I found myself laying back, my shoulders pressing into the soft mattress, my body sinking almost an inch into the bed, it made me feel as if I were being cuddled. He leant over me, his eyes locking onto mine, mine locking on to his.

I flinched, a finger had slipped along my crease, my petals parting to welcome to visitor, the finger slid along my valley, my wetness giving a quiet slushing sound as my petals caressed the finger as it progressed, his eyes still locked on to mine. I gasped as fingers circled my entrance, pressing deeper, passing through my entrance and into my inner depth.

My pleasures began flowing, rushing though my body like an express train through the countryside, I heard someone gasping, it was me.

"Your lips are heavenly," he said, his voice dark and deep, and his head dipped and his lips brushed mine. His fingers opened and closed, stretching me and relaxing me like bellows, I was gasping into his mouth, his breath reminiscent of carrots, and then as a finger pressed my right nipple I gulped and my eyes closed.

I felt him move and I sensed him over me, a touch at my entrance and a dick replaced fingers, pushing in slowly, such a different feeling, his girth opening me up, his length stretching me, balls tickling at my fourchette. My mouth was open, I was gasping for air but none would come.

The dick slowly eased back, my fanny felt empty, like a void and then I gasped as he thrust back in, a crack of skin on skin echoing around the room, my gasp riding on the sound wave, my pressures building, electrics dancing around my groin like tendrils of fire, my fingers clutching at the mattress, my heels slipping on the deep cotton sheet that covered it.

Crack, another slap against my mons, another grunt escaping my throat, my lungs feeling filled as I gasped in air but couldn't let any escape, faster her went, pumping his hard dick into my body, it felt as if it were made of bone, with a soft outer covering, moving within me, pressing my depth, stretching my width.

"Oh," I gasped and my body tensed, my back arched, his cracks louder and sharper, I opened my eyes and stared at nothing, not seeing, just feeling the intensity of pleasures rushing through my body, and I screamed, loud and highly pitched, my pressures released and electricity crackled and fizzed as my orgasm exploded in a symphony of pleasures tinged with the pain of muscles spasming.

I was bucking, I was jerking and I was rolling and I realised that I was laying on my wax jacket on the mossy bank by the copse with the witches cave.

"Damn you Lucifer," I called, shaking my fist at the sky.

"A bit late for that," said a small birch at the edge of the copse.

I shook my head shaking out the false images and strange feelings that had overwhelmed me. A small white rabbit hopped around and as it dived into a small burrow it shouted, "Happy Easter."

I stood up and brushed myself down, losing the small twigs and leaves that had adhered to my dress. I picked up my wax jacket and put it back on, leaving it undone as I walked slowly back to the cottage.

I hung my jacket up by the door and put the kettle on. Mik was sat in the sitting room, his PlayStation on a chair in the middle of the room, wires connecting it to the TV. He had his headphones on and seemed engrossed in killing aliens. God, why are all these games about killing, even the ones based on cars seem to have killing people as a key component. I didn't get the attraction.

I made a cup of coffee, I needed something a little stronger than tea after my experiences on my walk, and I settled in the armchair, Mik sort of waving as an acknowledgment that he had seen me. I picked up my iPad and started scrolling through reels, laughing mostly at the comments left. The funniest involved some American chefs who seemed to start each recipe with whole sticks of butter and finished them with pounds of processed cheese all cooked in a disposable foil tray. Not to the English taste.

I did us jacket potatoes and grated cheese for tea, nothing fantastic and high end, but tasty and filling.

Mum," Mik said as I had just finished clearing hp.

"What baby? I asked

"When you sit on the chair, you know opposite me," he said, I guessed what was coming, why did he think I sat there? I have to cheer my boy up.

"Yes baby," I said as I hung up the tea towel.

"Well, thing is Mum, I can see your knickers, you know, like clearly."

"Okay, is that a problem? I mean, it is only my knickers, it's not my fanny, that is hidden behind fabric. Anyway, even if it were my fanny, you've already seen it."

"Yes, I know I've seen it."

"Up close and personal, very personal I might add."

"Yes, I know, I just thought I would tell you."

"Well thank you baby, I appreciate that, how did it make you feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"Embarrassed, horny, not interested? How."

"Oh. It gave me a hard on."

"Well, okay. That is not a bad thing is it? See a woman's knickers covered fanny and not get a hard on would be something to talk about I expect. I mean the brain starts to process what is behind the knickers, might remember what it looks like, even remember its taste and aroma, that is sure to make a dick go hard, it is how boys are designed baby."

"I know Mum, but that's the thing, you're my Mum, I shouldn't get turned on by my Mum."

"Don't ever think that baby, I am a woman, and boys, men, are designed to be turned on by women, and who is the most prevalent woman in a boy's life? Answer is his Mum, I would expect you to get turned on. If you read the old testament you will realise that this Mum taboo thing is quite a modern concept."

"Oh."

"In fact I would be disappointed in myself if I didn't turn you on, and, may I say, from a woman's perspective, you have a rather excellent body, very attractive. And I could not help but notice that wonderful dick that I know so well when we played poker earlier."

"Oh. Okay Mum."

"Now then, I wonder where you will be sleeping tonight, because we women get turned on too you know, only without a dick that gets hard and sticks out, it is not always quite so noticeable."

"No point in getting two sets of bedding sweaty."

"Good man." Gosh that was long winded, his breakup, or pause, or whatever the hell it is, certainly seems to have done a number on my boy.

"I'm going up for a shower and then I shall go to bed, I hopefully will see you later."

I left him to his PlayStation, I knew he would want to unwind after such an intimate conversation, and kudos to him for raising it. I doubt he even considered that I had displayed my knickers to him on purpose, thank goodness it worked. I stripped my dress off and then bra and knickers, bra and dress would work tomorrow, the knickers went in the laundry.

I stood under the shower, a shower cap keeping my hair dry, and spread shower gel everywhere across my body, and then used the scrunchie to wash and exfoliate. I turned the shower to extra hot and extra power and basically blasted the suds and dead skin cells away. Pink and clean, I stood and patted myself dry before going into my bedroom and getting into bed, feeling all warm and snuggly.

Mik wasn't long downstairs, when he came up, he went into the bathroom and I heard taps running and presumed that he was washing, he was more of a morning shower person, and he hadn't had an encounter with the Easter Bunny earlier, unlike his Mum. I heard sink empty with a gurgle and the bathroom light turn off, and then Mik came into the bedroom, his robe in his hand and otherwise magnificently naked.

I flipped the quilt back to the foot of the bed and Mik climbed onto the bed and lay next to me. I turned my head to its side and I watched his eyes as they moved from my head, across my boobs, over my stomach to my crotch and then slowly back again. He didn't say a word, he simply leant towards me and brushed my mouth with his lips, his tongue gently pressing my purse.

A small intake of breath and I almost gasped at the pleasure of it, not jump on top and shove it in, no, this was gentle, almost melodic, as I had taught him. I brushed his cheek with the back of my hand as my tongue met his, our mouths opening, our tongues passing as they went deep.

My eyes closed as waves of pleasure began to flow gently through my body, building their intensity as Mik moved his hand to my boob, cupping it, squeezing it with the smallest pressures, a thumb pressing at my rapidly hardening nipple. His hand released my breast and moved down, circling my navel before moving down further, running a finger down the side of my fanny, a finger nail dragging along my thigh crease.

My pleasures ramped up and my buttocks tightened as Mik crossed beneath my fourchette and ran his fingernail up and along my other thigh crease, my thighs parting, my legs spreading. A slight press at my clitoris caused me to gasp and my pressures to ramp up and electrics fizzed along my valley floor.