Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Mica xx Yorkshire, England
We had booked a holiday cottage for a week over on the East coast. It was around one hundred yards from the sea, and slightly less from a decent chippie, Indian and a Chinese. We also had booked one of those beach edge chalets for a few days, so even if it was showery, we could stay dry, make ourselves a cup of tea, that sort of thing. Phylis, my mother in law, was to join us and have the spare room at the cottage. Dawn was adamant that her mum would not get in the way, I wasn't so sure, but I was determined not to let her get to me. This was a week away from home, away from work, just relaxation. I could pretty much ignore Phylis for a week.
The cottage was quite small, there was a kitchen with a tiny table and stools, a bath cum shower room and a sitting room downstairs. Upstairs was a room with twin beds, and the main bedroom with a large double and an ensuite toilet. As I said, quite small, but it was all we needed. Phylis could choose which bed she wanted in the twin room and Dawn and I could just have our normal sides in the bed in the main bedroom.
We had come in what they call mid season. Most things are open, but the kids are still at school, places are busy, just not ridiculously busy, and prices were tolerable. The weather was forecast to be sunny with showers for the whole week, so the beach chalet would come into its own.
We arrived in good time and emptied the car, taking all the food into the kitchen, even though we planned to eat out or do takeaways, there was still breakfast and lunches, and then snacks and drinks too. And then our clothes up to the bedroom, and toiletries to the bath/shower rooms. We were sat in the lounge drinking tea when Phylis arrived, Dawn went and helped her carry her stuff in, I took her suitcase up to her room, Dawn and I had just used carrier bags for our clothing, easier to pack in the car, but Phylis was very old school and preferred a proper suitcase.
I put the suitcase on one of the two beds, I didn't know which one Phylis would be sleeping in, so I just picked one, she could adjust as she saw fit. I went back to my tea and left them to it, eventually they came down and Phylis sat in the chair opposite me. I was wearing a Simon shirt and shorts, Dawn was in a simple dress and Phylis was wearing a sundress. A sundress that revealed her underwear as she sat opposite, oh I wished I hadn't seen her underwear, it put all kind of things into my head, things that I shouldn't think.
Trying very hard to remember the names of previous world cup winners and thus reduce the unwanted swelling in my groin, I tried to make small talk with Phylis about her garden, but as I know very little about plants, the conversation soon went beyond my capability.
"You don't know much about gardens and plants and horticulture do you Simon?"
"Pretty much nothing Phylis, but is seemed rude to just sit in silence staring at you."
"Yes, I spotted the staring."
"Ah."
"It's okay. I shan't mention it to Dawn."
"Oh. Right, thank you Phylis."
She smiled and then turned slightly away so that her legs were more side on to me, probably more appropriate for when Dawn came in, as she would sit next to me and would see what I could see.
Before dinner we wandered along to the front to the office to collect the chalet key and then to look at our chalet that we would have the use of for the next few days. It was a modern chalet, made from blocks with a tiled roof. Inside there were two deckchairs and two plastic chairs. A sink with hot and cold running water, and some power sockets. Luckily we had our travel kettle, so we would be able to make drinks. About twenty yards away was a toilet block, and next to that a place that sold beech paraphernalia, and teas and coffees, doughnuts, and bacon rolls.
"You could do all sorts in here," Phylis said to me when Dawn nipped to the toilets, "with the door shut."
"You know Phylis, you absolutely could." I got the impression I was being flirted with. We met up with Dawn and headed back to the cottage, collecting fish and chips on the way. They hand them out in styrene trays, which I hate, and so once back I tipped mine out onto a proper plate, smothered with salt and malt vinegar and dived in.
We sat in front of the TV that first evening, there wasn't much on to interest me so I just sat there and pretty much ignored the tv, whatever they were watching was a bit of a bodice ripper and set in the early Victoria era. Dawn and Phylis seemed to enjoy it and were quite engrossed. I am not particularly fussed with 'sexual content', I much prefer partaking that watching it. It is always so false on TV and in films, it just irritates rather than titillates.
When we went up we said out goodnights and Phylis retired to her room and we to ours. Dawn pulled her dress off and then her bra and panties, now that is what I prefer. Dawn looks just fabulous naked, she really does, and every single day I thank my stars. I stripped, washed my face and teeth and joined her in bed, my arms around her, my dick poking in her backside.
"Not with mum next door," Dawn whispered.
"I'll be quiet," I said as I encouraged my dick to find its way home.
"I won't be, so no," she said, squeezing her legs tight together.
"I don't want to go all week without your favours sweetheart," I whispered again.
"It won't kill you if you do, now roll over and go to sleep."
I grumbled and rolled over. Looks like my hand will be dealing out the pleasures this week, not what I had expected, I wasn't sure that I had brought enough socks. The night was torrid, intense dreams all waking me just at the wrong moment, I couldn't even dream sex.
In the morning I threw my dressing gown on and went down to shower. As I approached, the door opened and Phylis walked out, her robe open revealing her lightly haired fanny. Her robe covered her boobs.
"Morning Phylis," I said cheerfully as I walked past and into the bathroom, firmly shutting the door behind me. I had no idea whether that was accidental or engineered, I didn't care, I was pretty sure that she was playing games, well, let her, I like games.
Later that morning we were sat at the chalet, Dawn and Phylis on deckchairs, me on a plastic chair in front of them. I don't especially enjoy laying in the sun, so I had sat with it behind me, played havoc with the iPad screen though, so I may have to rethink. Dawn, I think was asleep, or at least dozing, Phylis was not. Because the sun was on her face I could see the whites of her eyes through her sunglasses, but I think she wanted me to think she was sleeping.
She pretended to be disturbed and moved her legs to either side of the deckchair. This meant that the material of her swim costume was stretched taught over her crotch, showing her every contour. A hand subconsciously went down and stroked her crotch, pressing the fabric 'absentmindedly' between the lips of her sex, revealing her very shape, nothing left to the imagination.
I had been watching by looking over the top of the screen of my iPad. What I also did was press record and made a copy of her every movement. I was pretty sure that I could use it later, it would be a good watch if nothing else. From her perspective it would appear that I was simply reading something on the screen, I was making faux screen movements. I too could play games.
"I think I have had enough sun for a bit," Dawn suddenly announced, Phylis sat up, her legs now in their normal position on the deckchair, demure once more.
"Okay baby," I replied, "what do you want to do instead?"
"I think I will go back to the cottage and start preparing lunch"
"Do you want me to come and give a hand?"
"I'll just stay here with the stuff, "Phylis said," are you guys coming back with the lunch?"
"Yes, be about an hour I suppose," Dawn said.
We headed off back to the cottage, it really is a very short walk, me holding Dawn's hand as we went.
Back at the cottage, Dawn got the bread, ham and butter out of the fridge, and as she put it down on the table I spun her round and pressed my lips against hers.
"Mum's not here now," I said as my hand rubbed her sex through her costume, my finger tracing the outline of her sex.
Dawn dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts down, my dick springing free. She took it in her hand, pushed my foreskin back and sucked me into her mouth. I think my knees sagged, the feelings were so intense. She is such an expert, as her mouth provided suction and heat, her tongue danced around the end of my dick, dabbing at the little hole in the end.
"My God baby, you keep doing that and I am going to fill your stomach not your fanny," I gasped, she said nothing, just sucked harder and began moving my foreskin back further along my dick and squeezing. A finger then ran under my balls to my sphincter, and as she pressed my body gave up and I squirted down her throat, my orgasm boiling through my groin. I think I spurted three times and then my knees sagged and I had to hang onto the work surface so that I didn't fall. Wow that was powerful.
"Happy now?" she asked.
"Yes, of course, but that was a bit one sided." I answered
"No baby," she smiled back, "last thing I want is to be leaking out all afternoon, besides, I like the flavour." I wondered if I could get a blow job then every time we were alone, I doubted it.
We made some sandwiches with cheese and ham, put them in a box and headed of back to the chalet. Phylis was still sat in the deckchair sunning herself.
"Come on mum," Dawn said, "lunch, let's go inside."
I went to the little café shop and got three teas and took them back. We sat inside, out of the view of prying eyes and ate our sandwiches, seagulls squawking as they wheeled around overhead, and the waves crashing into the break just below us, it was anything other than quiet.
After lunch I grabbed the various napkins, dead teacups and the like and went and dropped them in the bin by the toilet, nipped in and relieved myself and washed my hands. It was quite surprising to find hot water in public conveniences, I wasn't going to let it pass.
Dawn settled herself in the deckchair and faced the sun again, her back to the chalet. I was running the water and rinsing my hands when Phylis came up behind me and thrust her hand down my shorts and grabbed my dick.
