Dun Moddelin

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Please note that I write in British English.

This is a further story in the Yorkshire Pudding series.

I was laying on my back in the deep dark of the countryside, my son beside me, an owl hooting to its mate somewhere near by. I heard a splash as something dived into the canal and my fanny quivered, pulsing in memory of yesterday evening when my son shagged me for our first time.

Did I feel guilty, incest is wrong after all, and probably illegal, even though he is well over eighteen. No, I did not feel guilty, the act was wonderful, my love for my son is unquestioned, his desire for his mum, me, was without any doubt. Would he feel awkward or guilty? I hoped not, there was one thing I could do to assuage that possibility.

I eased the covers back, my eyes accustomed to the very dark light and I could just make out his shape. I moved to my knees and crouched over his groin and sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth, he murmured. He tasted of sperm and fanny, the after effects of our earlier coupling, and I lapped up the flavour, smiling at the memories it evoked. His dick began to firm as I licked it and soon was firm enough for me to shag it with my mouth.

I held his balls in my hand, rolling his testes gently from side to side as I bobbed up and down on his dick, my mouth pulling his foreskin up and down, my tongue dabbing on his glans as it was revealed within my mouth.

"Mm" he murmured, waking and enjoying my ministrations. I started to suck the end of his dick, using my free hand to wank him, squeezing hard and going faster and faster.

"Oh Fuck mum," he gasped and spurted into my mouth, shooting deep into my throat. I kissed his dick and swallowed and pulled the covers over us, I needed some sleep.

Jonathan stayed with me two more days and two more nights, copious amounts of shagging and then it was time for him to return. I was moored up in the marina and J gave me a kiss farewell and went off to find his dad in the car park.

I stripped my bed and put the bedding in the washing machine, it had 'that' aroma to it, and as I put the washing sheet in and pressed 'go' I heard a call through the companionway, it was Caprice.

"Walnut cake incoming," she called and then there she was, short skirted and polo shirt and in my galley.

"Plates coming up, and a knife too," I said reaching for the plates from the cupboard.

Caprice grabbed the knife from me and cut two generous portions of cake, one per plate, and went and sat on my sofa. I took the other plate and joined her. Now as many will know a turned off TV can act a bit like a mirror, and as I sat down next to Caprice, her 'upskirt' was clearly reflected in the TV. I supposed that I shouldn't look, I mean we are both girls, but, well, I did.

"I need to take 'Dun Modellin' for a run, exercise the engine and gearbox and the like, I am getting her serviced next month and I want to check there are no issues. Will you come with? We would be away a couple of nights."

"Er, yes of course I will sweetie, no issue now that Jonathan has been and gone, I am all yours."

"Excellent. I only have the one bunk, but that'll be fine, we can top and tail or just top and top, up to you."

"I am sure it will be fine. When do you want to go?"

"Tomorrow. We will let the marina know that your boat will be unoccupied for a few days, they'll keep an eye out I am sure."

The cake was nice, walnut not my favourite, but never the less, Caprice does make a nice cake. We chatted about how far she wanted to go, and she said she thought as far as Bingley, but not do the three or five rise locks, just a gentle jaunt, turn around and then return, couple, maybe three days should do it.

There would be a swing bridge to operate almost as soon as we left the marina, and then a little further on was Dobson Locks. Not daunting like Bingley, but still daunting enough if you are not a regular boater. I had done them a few times, but I didn't think Caprice had. We'd be fine, I was sure. They sometimes had Canal and River Trust people manning the locks, so, with luck, they would do it for us.

We sat and chatted about the potential hurdles over the next few days and decided that there were none, we would be just two girls on a boat. After Caprice had gone I sorted out a bag and put together the clothes that I would need and a few other requirements, moisturiser being he most important. People find it surprising how dry it can be in the cabin of a canal boat, they forget about the effects of the log burner used to heat the interior spaces.

I remade my bed with my spare clean linen, and had an early night, my first alone for a few days and it felt a little odd. When I turned over there was no one there, when I woke up in the dark night there was no sound of breathing. No occasional fart to disturb the calm of night. Nothing, just me. Jonathan had only stayed three nights yet those three nights had quite a profound effect on me. It wasn't that I wanted someone to live with, just that I hadn't realised how much being alone was really being alone.

It was dark still when I arose, put the kettle on and showered whilst it boiled. Dressed only in my robe, I made my morning tea and had some Weetabix. I would take my opened milk with me, and my favourite Tea to use on Dun Moddelin, it would only go to waste otherwise. Refreshed I dressed, knickers, leggings and a thin cord corduroy dress with long sleeves, and a cardigan for the evening chill. I grabbed the various perishables I was taking and put them on the stern along with my bag of clothes and my robe and a towel.

Satisfied that nothing was left on that shouldn't be, and that all lights and not required electrics were switched off, I locked up and ferried my stuff down to Caprice's boat, stowing my bits and pieces on her stern before knocking and boarding.

"Come in, come in," Caprice called through the companionway, and I ferried my bits and pieces down into the saloon.

"Let's have a coffee and then we can go, I don't think we are supposed to open the swing bridge before seven AM, so if we aim to get there spot on seven, that should be fine."

"Where shall I put my stuff Reece?" I asked her, using the abbreviation of her name that I often used.

"Oh, just dump it on the bed for now, you know where everything is, so for the next three days, my boat is your boat, my home is our home."

I put my stuff in Caprice's bedroom, not on the bed, that seemed wrong, and went back to sit in the saloon and drink espresso coffee whilst we waited for a suitable time to cast off and approach the swing bridge.

"How was your journey with your son?" Caprice asked, "I know you've only just come back and her I am dragging you away again."

"He was great, it was lovely seeing him. We went up almost as far as Shipley and then turned round. I let him helm most of it and I think he enjoyed it. Not sure that he would want to come and live with me, I think he likes really fast broadband for his gaming, and not the pedestrian speeds we get on board."

"No issues with having a male on board, you know, close confines and all that?"

"No, there's a door on the bathroom and he had his own bedroom, so, no, it was just lovely seeing him, it was a shame when it came to an end." I wasn't even going to hint that the second bedroom didn't get used, oh no, somethings need to remain a secret.

"I would have loved for him to come and sample some of my wares." Caprice said laughing, "good looking lad from what I saw as he walked past."

"Well, he is my son, I certainly am going to think he is good looking. He is for sure going to break some hearts I reckon."

"Come on, let's get going, put the mug in the sink, we'll wash it later, let's get the other side of the bridge and get near the locks."

We were reverse moored in the marina, so there was no bow rope to cast, so it was just the stern, and I did that as Caprice got the engine started and warming up. We were soon ready and Caprice eased forward and then out of the Marina. We were in luck, someone else was operating the bridge, a narrow boat coming the other way, so we just took advantage and passed through the swing bridge after them, giving them a cheery wave of thanks as we passed.

We chugged up the canal at a sedate three miles per hour, passing a heron fishing from the tow path and a couple of narrow boaters going the opposite way, again cheery waves, one boat seemed solo, just the one chap on duty, and the other was a couple enjoying a brew as they made tiny ripples in the canal.

It was only a few minutes to Dobson Lock and Caprice pulled over so that I could jump from onboard and operate the lock. No such luck, padlocked closed, and a small sign saying the Trust would open and operate the lock at eight. I went back and gave Caprice the news.

"Bacon then," she exclaimed, "no worries, we are not under a time constraint."

We moored at the lock landing, and Caprice turned her grill on and rummaged in the fridge and produced some wonderful looking bacon, and under her grill it went. She had a sour dough loaf and she proceeded to cut four slices whilst the bacon was grilling. The gaggia was pressed into use also for another espresso. The aromas coming from the galley were amazing.

It was still a little chilly for sitting and so we sat in her swivel chairs in the saloon, and yes, when she turned to face me, I could see straight up her dress. Nice. She could probably see up mine, but I had leggings under my skirt, so it would be rather difficult to see my girly shape. She had on silky knickers that hid nothing.

I wondered if she were perhaps gay, or just easy peasey, either way works. I don't have a lot of girl on girl experience and have always enjoyed a nice hard cock in my fanny. But, well, it makes you think.

Sandwiches consumed and the time being just after eight, we went out and looked up at the lock, there was a chap up there in Hi Viz. Caprice waved and shouted up that we were on our way. He called back something, I couldn't make it out. I guessed it meant he would get the lock ready.

It took about twenty five minutes to get through the lock, the volunteer doing all the work, all we had to do was sit in the boat. We then travelled past the rather smelly water treatment works and on to Field Locks. These locks we thought we had to do ourselves, but as we pulled up to the lock landing, another volunteer called out a hello. I jumped off, I decided I would help by doing the 'wrong side' lock gates and letting the volunteer do the other side. It took about twenty minutes to get through the three rise. The volunteer whose name was John, said he had just finished letting someone through and so had been at the other end.

Moving on we travelled for a few more hours and decided that as we were pretty much in the middle of nowhere, with the railway one side of us, and the River Aire on the other, that this would be a nice and secluded enough spot to moor for the night. Mooring meant spikes and ropes and I got on and did that whilst Caprice kept us close to the bank. Once secured the engine was turned off and our thoughts turned to dinner.

Caprice had made a chilli yesterday ready for today and she put it on the hob to warm through. We sat on the stern drinking another gaggia coffee making the most of the warmth at the end of the day. The canal water was very clear and we were able to see the fish and the eels swimming, no doubt targets for the many herons that seemed to live along this part of the canal. I always hoped to see kingfishers, but I think that they fished the flowing water of the river next door rather than the still clear water of the canal.

After the chilli, a touch spicy for my taste, we cleared away, shut up the companionway and settled down in the saloon, playing an easy game of cribbage, an even match and after a four all draw we decided to call it a night. It was dark outside by now and after my exertions at the locks, I was rather tired. I went into the bathroom and washed and changed into a T Shirt and shorts for bed.

I got into bed and awaited the arrival of my bed partner. Caprice was going around ensuring all the windows were secure and blinds and curtains drawn, keeping prying eyes out. She went into the bathroom and there was the sounds of running water and washing. Eventually she appeared in the bedroom, naked.

"I hope you don't mind, I can't abide wearing clothes in bed," she said.

"No worries," I replied. He boobs were nicely high on her chest, nipples were pointing forwards not down and her fanny was shaven. Her crease was tight with no inner lips spilling out, all in all, a neat and tidy body. You could see why she was a model for several years. She got into the bed next to me and lay back, the cover up to her chin.

I rolled on to my side facing away from her and closed my eyes, replaying in my mind the various highlights of today's journey and eventually I dozed off.

I awoke at some point disturbed by a noise perhaps, and realised that Caprice was pressing against me, cuddled up was not quite the right phrase, but she was definitely pressed against me, her soft snoring not disturbing, more soporific than anything. I lay there matching her breathing and was soon off again.

When I awoke in the morning Caprice had her arm over me, her hand holding my breast. I eased her hand away and sat up and went next door to the bathroom and used the loo. It was still early so I went back to the bedroom and slipped back into the bed.

"Come back to me," Caprice said, her arms outstretched. Oh.

I slid across the bed and Caprice pulled me into her arms, her naked body pressed against mine, I could feel her valley parting.

"I had a wonderful dream last night," she said.

"Oh?"

"Yes, we made wonderful love all night, it was a very erotic dream, and that is odd, because, well, usually I dream about men."

"Crumbs. I haven't ever, you know, been with a woman, I would have no idea."

"Have you never wondered?"

"Well, no, not really."

"Would you like to, you know, see what it was like?"

I was in two minds. If I said no, would she be offended, or simply accept and we would get on with our trip. But on the other hand would I ever get another opportunity to explore what could be a wonderful moment. I pulled my t shirt off and pushed my shorts down. I too was naked.

Caprice put her hands to my face and gently drew me to her and she softly kissed my lips. With my eyes closed it was a very sensual kiss and her tongue ran along the purse of my lips, gently pushing in, I eased my lips apart and her tongue found mine, it was warm and wet and our tongues danced together, our mouths as one. It was a strange sensation, but one I was sure I could have had with a man as well as a woman.

Her hands left my face and moved down my body, caressing my breasts, fingers and thumbs holding my nipples, giving them a gentle tweak, her hands then moved further south, one hand slipping between the folds of my sex and finding my clitoris, oh my, now that was electric.

She pulled away and moved to go down to my crotch. I lay back and widened my legs, her touch would, I hoped, be different than that of a man, and it was.

She didn't go straight for the places a man usually hits first, she ignored my clitoris and my entrance, instead she licked around my clitoris but not touching it, and then slowly her tongue moved down my valley, pressing gently at my urethra, always ignored by men, and then down almost as far as my entrance, but not, and then moved slowly back, kissing my labia, treating them like my mouth, her tongue darting inside to press at my valley floor. It was so different to the approach of a man, and so sensual. She had to have done this before, and I now knew what to do when it was my turn to go down on her.

Her tongue very briefly touched my clitoris and then moved away, again kissing my fanny as if it were on my face and a finger just barely touched my entrance and then pulled away. Caprice then moved her mouth around my entrance, kissing my petals and her tongue gently penetrated, so sensual, so erotic.

I pulled her away and I kissed her mouth, tasting myself, trying to be as soft as she had been, and then I moved down her body as she lay back. I put my mouth around her left nipple, not touching, but encasing. I released her and did the same to her right nipple, applying suction but not touching. I moved down a little, softly kissing the little crease beneath her boobs and then down to her navel, my tongue pressing in, she squirmed, perhaps it was a tickle.

And then down to her crotch. Her aroma was intense to me. There was no unpleasant odour, simply that of a woman, sweet and musky. I kissed her mound, my tongue gently teasing apart her plump libs and tasting her valley, and then pressing softly at her urethra before going down and kissing her entrance, and then a little further and licking, very gently, at her sphincter.

I moved back up and kissed her fanny lips as she had kissed mine, my tongue pushing in and pressing at her valley floor. I moved back north and found her clitoral mound and surrounded it with my mouth and I sucked it into me, my tongue dabbing at her clitoris, once, twice, thrice and then releasing.

I took my index finger and turned the fingernail sideways onto the skin of her mons and then moved it down, tracing over her clitoris, and then moving down her valley as if my fingernail were a knife's edge. She started, her back rising, her fingers scrunching, sighs escaping her mouth.

My fingernail found her entrance and I knocked on her door and made my way in. My fingernail now pressing against the inside of her fanny, finding and pressing against the old scar of her maidenhead. She was no virgin and her G Spot lit her up and she gasped loudly and then her fanny clamped on my finger, squeezing it, holding on to me as her body convulsed and her orgasm erupted and rumbled through her body like explosives at a strip mine.

She relaxed back onto the bed, her fingers loosed the bedding and her eyes opened, sparkling in the dim cabin light.

"My God Jo," she gasped as her chest heaved trying to replace he lost oxygen, "my God."

I knew better than to say 'did I do okay,' that is what men say and we were, neither of us men. I simply held her tightly to me and kissed her and then lay back cuddling her to me.

I hadn't orgasmed, but the pleasures that I had received were mind blowing none the less. The next few days on board were going to be a joy.