The Full Monty

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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I was back home for three weeks from university, a welcome break from lectures and research and paper writing. Mum and Dad had divorced some years ago, I never got the full story, but I think Mum cheated on Dad. Mum won't talk about it, and neither will Dad on the few occasions I get to see him. He moved away with work, and so seeing him is not that easy. We facetime and chat on WhatsApp, but rarely in person.

I stayed at home after the divorce and lived with Mum. After the divorce was finalised, we moved into a smaller two-bedroom, one bathroom house. Easier for Mum to run and keep clean and cheaper too, being more modern and built to better insulation standards. Mum had the front bedroom, I had the one at the back, it was quieter, and I could watch the next-door neighbour when she sunbathes in the garden. She often sunbathes topless, I guess she doesn't know that I watch her. I suppose I am a bit of a perv.

Her name is Saima, I don't know her original ethnicity, and who cares, she speaks Yorkshire and is drop dead gorgeous. Her husband is Alan, and he leaves in the mornings around seven and gets home around four thirty. This seems to give Saima plenty of garden time, which she puts to good use. I of course take advantage and spend as much time as I can in my bedroom watching her, trying to imagine what the very small part of her that I haven't seen looks like. That very small part is basically a small triangular area at the top of her legs. She manages to keep that covered.

Mum works during the week, leaving home at eight and getting back at around five, depending on the traffic. Mum buys the food online and it gets delivered by Morrisons, usually on a Saturday morning, and I cook the evening meals when I am home, she tends to buy stuff easy for me to cook. It is often cook the meat and heat the sides, if you know what I mean. Not exactly cooking, but more meal prep.

Mum is not a great sun bather, she will go out on the hottest of days, but, at least when I am home, she wears a modest bikini, her treasures remain concealed. Even though we live in a small house and only have one bathroom, I have seen much more of Saima's flesh than I have of Mum.

"Do you fancy a week in Benidorm?" Mum asked as we finished tea.

"Oh, when?" I asked her, somewhat surprised at the question, it just came of out the blue.

"Thursday, from Leeds Bradford airport. We can get a taxi there, a week in the sun, and then home. There is a last minute deal if you want to come."

"Heck yes, I wouldn't say no."

"Right then." And so it seems we are going on holiday for a week to Benidorm. Not a luxurious destination, but it will be warm, possibly even hot, and I can laze around a pool and just chill, so to speak, it is cheap enough there and Mum will pay for the holiday, so who the hell is going to say No? Not me.

It was all organised in minutes. We print off our boarding cards at home, and also our hotel reservations. We get taken to the hotel by coach and then we laze around, the hotel is bed and breakfast, other meals we get locally, and looking on the internet, the place is surrounded by cafés and restaurants. Yeah, should be good.

Mum was at work, and I had agreed to mow the lawn for her, so it would be in a reasonable state and not get wild whilst we were away. I moved all the garden chairs to one side of the lawn, ran the mower up and down a few times, and then moved all the furniture again, and mowed the last of the lawn, put the clippings in a bag and hid them in the wheelie bin, you are not supposed to put garden waste in the wheelie bin, but, well, we do. We hide it at the bottom.

I heard Saima in her garden, getting ready to do some sunbathing. The sun was feeling really hot today, would she be topless I wondered.

"Richard," I heard her call me through the fence.

I went and looked over the fence, it was low enough that I could just see over it.

"Hi Saima," I said, "how are you? Sunbathing today?"

"Yes," she answered, wearing both parts of her bikini. "You are back from Uni for a while?"

"Yes, for the next three weeks, although Mum and I are off to Spain for a week on Thursday. No doubt Mum will ask you to put the bin out for us whilst we are away."

"Come round and have some lemonade with me, we can catch up and you can tell me all about Uni whilst the sun bakes us."

"Oh, okay, yes, that'll be nice. Give me ten minutes and I'll be round, okay?"

"Perfect, just come through the side gate."

Okay then, so I will get to chat with Saima. We do chat a bit, she has always been friendly to me and Mum, we just never seem to chat much to Alan. Mostly because he is rarely home. We have shared the occasional BBQ with them in the summer, but he is not so free and easy with his chatting. Mum and Saima get on well though, so all is good. I just sit and nurse a tin of beer and say yes or no at the appropriate moments.

I put the mower away in the shed and rushed upstairs to wash, stripping off in the bathroom, I washed pits and groin and hands, threw on my bathing trunks and a short-sleeved shirt. Sliders on my feet, I went next door.

Saima was wearing a yellow bikini with small ties at her hips and in her back. Everything was covered, sadly, but that was okay, I had memory photos of her boobs, although a closer view would have been nice.

"Come on Richard, grab a lemonade off the table and sit down, tell me about uni."

I took a lemonade out of the ice box and sat on the spare sun lounger and faced her.

"Not much to tell really, I am reading business practices, it is interesting and very engrossing. I have to do a lot of research whilst I am there, so I don't really get a lot of free time."

Facing her I could see the shape of her through her bikini shorts, they were stretched really quite tightly across her crotch, I had to tear my eyes away. My cock began to get hard, and I knew that it would become obvious if I lay down.

"What about you, what do you fill your days with?" I asked.

"Oh goodness, well, obviously I do the laundry, and ironing Alan's shirts is key, he wears a clean shirt every day, and he likes it to be perfectly ironed with creases only where they are supposed to be, I do the cleaning, I do like a dust free home, and when the sun is out, I sunbathe, but I think you know that."

What could I say? Nothing, basically I had been busted. I just smiled.

Saima put her lemonade down and her hands behind her back. The fabric over her boobs became loose and she pulled her top away.

"Nothing you haven't seen already," she said as she lay down.

I had never been this close, I could see the little holes and bumps in her areola, her nipples a dark brown bump sticking out from the flesh of her breasts. Did I dare lay down, my trunks would be bulging up, my arousal would be obvious, but then, she would be disappointed if she showed me her tits and I didn't react. I lay down, my trunks bulged, my cock throbbed.

I turned and looked across and saw for the first time that she had a mound, a bulge of her own, her bikini bottoms rose up. Oh God, I wished I hadn't seen that, my cock seemed to grow an extra inch and my balls seemed to tighten and I had that little deep inside twinge I usually get just before I ejaculate, God, no, don't cum in my trunks.

"Tell me honestly," She said, her head tilted, looking at my bulge, "and I mean honestly, what are you thinking?"

"Oh shit Saima, I am imagining how you must look under those bikini bottoms, and how you must taste."

She undid the ties at the side of her bikini bottoms and sat up, the material flopped but stayed mostly in place. She looked at me and my bulge.

"And I am imagining what is under those trunks causing that bulge. But we won't find out here in the garden."

She stood up and as she did the bikini bottoms fell away and for a brief moment before she turned and walked away, I caught a glimpse of her fanny, no hairs in sight, a crease that started underneath and moved up and stopped with a small dimple, and then it was gone, and all I could see were her buttocks sliding against each other as she walked to the house, her fanny lips peeping out from between her thighs. My cock grew even more.

I got up and followed her into her kitchen. She turned to face me as I stepped though her door. My eyes went straight to her crease, my heart must have been racing. I am by no means a virgin, but Saima just had the most wonderful looking crotch, neat, and showing so much promise.

"I think it is my turn now," she said pointing at my bulge. I undid the waist tie and pushed my trunks down, my cock pointing up at her ceiling.

"Oh My Richard," she said stepping forward, "that looks perfect, I have wondered for so long how your cock must look."

She reached forward and held my cock, squeezing, her hand moving from tip to root, and back, my heart skipping. She knelt on the floor and wrapped her lips around my cock, her tongue delving into the hole at the end of my cock, her other hand holding and caressing my balls.

"Let's go upstairs and we can explore things more. Today is bed laundry day, so we can go wild without risk of leaving evidence."

I had not even thought of evidence being left on a bed. Is this something she thought of? I followed her up the stairs, my eyes feasting on the view as her arse slid buttock across buttock and fanny lips quivered beneath.

Her bedroom was almost all white, white deep pile carpet that hugged my toes, white bedding and white furniture. She stood in front of the bed and turned to me, my eyes focussed on her crease.

"Lay down on the bed Richard," she said.

I did as instructed and lay on the middle of the bed, my cock staring at me, my hole looking like an eye. Saima straddled me, her arse to my face and she dipped down and sucked my cock into her mouth, her hips lowering and her fanny pressing against my nose.

Oh God her taste was divine, her fanny lips wrapped around my nose and as she slid back and forth, my tongue reached to her valley floor. Her taste was salty with an edge of spiciness, the heat from her fanny was tremendous, and her fanny hole opened in front of my eyes, her arse almost winking as it pulsed.

I licked, I sucked as best I could as her fanny worked my nose, her clitoris a small hard bump that rubbed the bulb of my nose, her gasps tickling my cock as it moved in her mouth. I felt her tongue as it slipped along my shaft, her fingers gently squeezing my balls almost to the point of pain as she orally shagged me.

She eased her mouth off my cock, her fanny away from my nose and she moved down the bed, her fanny poised above my cock and lowered herself. My cock disappeared between the folds of her fanny, my foreskin lagging behind as my cock was swallowed by her fanny until her buttocks rested on my thighs.

Looking down there was a small area of light between her buttocks and my thighs, and in the middle of that stood the base of my cock dissecting the lips of her fanny, such an erotic vision. She rocked forward, my cock slipping back out until only my tip was still in her fanny, my foreskin rolled back to cover my dickhead.

Pleasures rolled through me as her fanny walls gripped and squeezed my cock, my eyes fixated on her arse, her pucker pulsing in front of me, my cock now showing as a shaft of meat heading for her fanny, my breath catching in my throat and I gasped as she rocked back, my cock once more buried inside her.

"Oh God, Yes," she gasped as she rocked back and forth, shagging me, taking her pleasure from her neighbour's son's cock. Her neighbour's son taking pleasures from her fanny as it moved up and down, his foreskin riding his shaft, his rim exposed and scraping her insides, waves of pleasure washing though him. I was that fortunate son.

Faster she rocked, her gasps more frequent, her movement more intense and I felt her fanny clamp around my cock, squeezing me. My root spasmed and tightened, a sharp little pain and I erupted, shooting spurt after spurt into her, she sighed then screamed and her fanny tightened so much I thought that she would break my cock.

I was doing lamb chops and mash for tea. After I came back from next door, I had showered and put on some clean underpants, shorts and a polo shirt. I supposed I ought to think about the clothes I wanted to take. As I peeled the potatoes ready for boiling for the mash, I mentally packed my suitcase. A few pairs of underpants, a couple of pairs of chinos for the evening and a few polo shirts. Two pairs of trunks, my wash bag, chargers and ear buds for my iPad and phone, and that was about it. Oh, yes, and a socket converter, Spanish sockets were different to those we have in the UK.

It was getting on for five and Mum would be home soon, the potatoes were boing nicely and the chops were just keeping warm under the grill. I threw some frozen peas into a jug and into the microwave and boiled the kettle to make some gravy. The front door opened, and Mum came in and after taking off her coat and dropping her bag, she hugged me. I was momentarily worried she would immediately know that I had shagged the neighbour, but no, she seemed oblivious.

"Dinner smells nice," she said.

"It won't be long, just got the stir the gravy," I said, "so by the time you have washed your hands and sat down, I will be dishing up.

"We won't have a lot of luggage allowance baby," she said.

I told her what I had been planning.

"Could you thin it down a bit more?" She asked, "one pair of trousers, two pair of underpants, we can rinse out a pair each day, and I was thinking I might use my bikini bottoms as knickers, they will get rinsed each day in the pool. We have to get down to fifteen kilograms hold and seven kilograms hand luggage."

"Yeah, okay Mum, I can do that, shall we pack this evening or do it tomorrow, that's our last chance, we go the next morning."

"This evening, and then we can at least have a chance to add anything we have missed.

After we had finished tea and I had loaded the dishwasher, I went up to Mum's room. She was walking around in bra and knickers, as she often does upstairs, especially if going back and forth between her bedroom and the bathroom. It was nothing unusual, my brain had told me it was little different to a bikini, my eyes said that it was just more transparent.

"Right," Mum said, "put your clothes in, and we will see how we are doing."

I put a pair of stone coloured chino's in, two pairs of small bikini style underpants, a pair of loafers, two pairs of swimming shorts and two polo shirts and one cotton short sleeved shirt.

"That is about the minimum Mum, and then there are my chargers and iPad and stuff, and the travel adapter."

"Most of them will go in the hand luggage baby. Right let me get my things in."

Mum added a sun dress, a bra, two pairs of the skimpiest knickers I have ever seen, I certainly haven't seen her wearing those in front of me, usually they are somewhat more substantial. Still small, just not micro. A couple of bikinis, again, very small, much smaller than she wears at home. A pair of flat walking shoes, which she then took out and replaced with flip flops.

"Put your sliders in there baby, we will travel in our other shoes."

"Okay Mum," and I swapped my loafers for my sliders. They weighed about the same, but the sliders were flatter.

"Right, toiletries. We can share a bag, what do you need? I shan't take any shaving gear, I will shave tomorrow night and it'll just have to last the week. What about you?" Mum asked.

"I will need a razor and some gel, my beard grows quite a bit each day," I answered, "and for everything else, a toothbrush, we can share toothpaste and deodorant, and I can do without after shave, can you do without perfume?"

"Yes, I can, and if I do need to tidy up down there, I can use your razor."

The thought of Mum shaving her fanny with my razor got me firming up, luckily not completely.

"What about towels and a flannel and stuff Mum?"

"The hotel provides towels, we can throw a flannel in. Also sun lotion and after sun, and some paracetamol and some diacalm, that should be it."

We put the last remaining items in the case and did it up. Mum hooked it to her scales and weighed it. Fourteen point nine kilograms. Crikey it was close. My hand luggage came in at just under seven kilograms, and so we were on the limit.

I left Mum to it and went to my room to scroll through some reels, leaving my door open so that I could chat to Mum as she went back and forth. At one point I realised that she must be sat on the edge of the bath shaving her fanny, I was so tempted to go in and watch, but discretion won out, not valour.

The taxi blew its horn and we went out, me taking our suitcase, Mum checked the house and we were off, my stomach reaching out a little as we drove past Murgatroyd's fish and chip shop, one of the best in Britain, it had won many awards, and then we were the airport and we headed into departures.

The flight was fortunately short and hot and cramped, but it didn't last long and then we were in the coach bumping through the streets to our hotel. We checked in and were told were our room was and given an electronic room key, one each fortunately.

The room was basic. It had a bed, a bathroom with shower, loo, bidet, washbasin and that was it. There was a balcony, it was small and just had two plastic chairs on it. The bed was not a large bed, probably little more than an English double.

"That'll be a squeeze Mum," I said.

Mum looked at it and laughed, "we'll manage, we won't be doing anything other than sleeping in it, it'll be fine. Come on, let's go and find some food, I am starving."

We hadn't bought food on the airplane, knowing it would be poor and expensive, opting to wait until we were in resort. We were just a little way back from the promenade and after a short walk and we were amidst a row of bars and restaurants. We were hungry and stopped at almost the first place that we saw that did food. The name above the door said Pinocchio's, and we dived in and grabbed a table. We both ordered an all-day brunch and a couple of beers.

There wasn't much talking, just eating and drinking, and soon we were sat back, our bellies full and feeling much better.

"I wish I had changed at the hotel," Mum said, "I am roasting."

We were still wearing the clothes we had travelled in.

"Let's go back and get changed and sit by the pool," I suggested.

We wandered back to the hotel, there were a number of empty sun loungers by the pool, none at the pool edge, but plenty a bit further back, none with a parasol, they had all been taken. In the room I stripped to underpants, grabbed my swim trunks and went into the bathroom to change, my underpants I left on the towel rail, I could wear them overnight and rinse them in the morning.

Back in the main room, Mum was just pulling up her bikini bottoms, I just caught a glimpse of the top of her crease, it looks as she shaved it all, rather than just parts. Then I realised that she hadn't put her bikini top on yet and her boobs were staring in my face. I looked away and wrapped a towel around my shoulders.

"We need to do sun tan lotion first, will you do my back, then I can put my top on," Mum said turning her back to me.