Yorkshire Dales
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - An ongoing account of the various interactions, some natural, some supernatural, some fantastical, all sexual, that occur in a small cottage in the West Riding Yorkshire Dales.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Incest Mother Son Daughter
Mik was in a foul mood, and I mean bad. He was snappy, could not speak with words of more than one syllable, and just stayed mostly in his room. I had had enough of it and went up to remonstrate with him. I knocked on his door and opened it all in one move.
“Right, mister, what is the problem?”
“Nothing.”
“Yes, there is; don’t be silly. I know when something is wrong, and something is, as sure as hell is hot, very wrong.
“Phoebe finished with me.”
“Okay, right, why?”
“She wants to go out with a guy that has a car of his own, and not just borrow his mum’s.”
“My God, Mik, that is the reason? Wow, son, I think you have dodged a bullet there.”
“Mum, don’t; I thought she was the one.”
“Mik, and now you know that she isn’t; she is just materialistic. I know it hurts, but in time, hopefully a short time, you will realise you had a lucky escape. Come to the cottage with me for a few days; just get away from these surroundings. Come on, grab some things, and we will just disappear.”
“S’pose. Promise you won’t keep trying to cheer me up; I like feeling sad right now.”
“Well, I don’t think I could keep that promise if I made it. Grab some clean underwear and stuff, shove it in a bag, and let’s go. I will grab some steaks out of the freezer; we can have steak and jacket potato for tea. The AGA is fab at jackets.”
“K.”
I left him to pack and went into my bedroom and added some clothes to my cottage bag, which had my essentials, toiletries, make-up, underwear, toothbrush and that sort of thing, then went down and grabbed some bread, bacon, eggs, sausage, steaks and a chicken. That should do us for a couple of days. There was already washing-up stuff, cooking oils, butter and so on at the cottage; after all, I was going there nearly every week, if only for a couple of days.
“Come on, Mik, the day’s a-wasting.” I called up to him and put my bag in the car. Now that I owned the cottage, things were so much easier; I didn’t have to ferry my deck chairs back and forth for example, I kept essentials there, ready to drop in at a moment’s notice.
We got to the cottage around lunchtime. Mik helped me ferry all the stuff in, I locked the car, although I have no idea why; I don’t even lock the front door, and went in.
“Right, Mik, if you want to, you can go and have a bit of a sulk in your room, or you can come back out with me, and you might just get a surprise.”
“Mum,” he said with exasperation in his voice. “Okay, out back then.”
We grabbed a deck chair each and went out back by the beck. I had heard their voices so I knew that they were there.
We sat and looked at the beck.
“Mum, there is a beck; I knew that. What is the surprise?”
I held a hand up to hush him.
“Hello, Elvina and Fay. I would like you to meet my son, Mikhael.”
Mik looked at me as if I were mad; he was perhaps expecting a couple of tame rabbits. No way could he have expected what happened next.
“Is he a good human, Mica? We don’t like bad humans.”
Mik looked at me again, this time puzzled; he couldn’t see who was speaking.
“Oh, he is very good, but he is very sad; his special friend left, and now he is alone with only me to be special for him.”
There was a shimmering, and Fay and Elvina fluttered into view, hovering above the beck, and then they flew around us, circling Mik and touching his face as they passed him.
“What the hell?” Mik whispered, “What the actual fuck?”
“Language, Mik, I have told you, I don’t like that kind of language. They are faeries, Mik. They won’t hurt you unless you try to hurt them or me; they are protective, and we are friends.”
I didn’t tell him just how friendly we had become. Elvina hovered above Mik’s lap and ran her fingers across his face, her gossamer thin coverings somehow hiding her breasts yet flying free about her. I don’t think that was a trick I could pull off. Fay came to me, her lips brushing mine, her fingers teasing my breasts.
I saw that Mik was getting uncomfortable in the trouser department. Oops, my bad, I never thought about that; that would be embarrassing for him and, I guessed, for me too. I didn’t really want to see my son aroused.
Elvina was stroking his trousers now, and Mik was visibly panting and gulping. Elvina hovered over him, kissing him, and I could see his trousers undoing. She slipped down and sat on him. I could only imagine what was actually happening, but my attention was diverted by Fay, who now had her head up my skirt and was licking me.
Oh my Godfathers, the pleasure was intense and was sending messages around my body; my pressures were building and electrics were building, and as I was about to boil over, they were gone. I was left with my skirt pushed up to my waist, my fanny open to the world; Mik was sat next to me with his dick pointing skywards. As I sat there gasping, I realised just what a nice-looking dick my son had, and that there was the sound of a tractor out front.
I brushed my skirt down and went out front, saying to Mik as I left, “Cover yourself up, Mik, and then come and meet our farmer neighbour.”
“Hello, Jacob,” I said as I walked around the house. “Nice to see you. My son is here with me today; he will be around in just a minute.”
If he had any disappointment that I wasn’t alone, he hid it well. We had been together three times now, and he knew it was simply a pleasure arrangement, nothing more. He got his jollies occasionally, and I got mine.
“Hello, Mica. We butchered a pig at the weekend. I wondered if you would like a couple of chops; they are quite big.”
At that point Mik, his decorum restored, walked around.
“Mik, this is Jacob; he has the land next to ours, and he farms the hay on our land.”
“Hello, Jacob,” Mik said. “Really pleased to meet you. I guess you are around to help mum if she needs it when she pops up here.”
“Hello, Mik. Yes, I do try to pop along at least once to make sure things are okay. You’re a strapping lad; if ever you want to earn a bit of money, you could always come and help me on the farm. I can’t afford minimum wage, and it’ll be cash in hand, but, well, you learn a bit about farming and the countryside and get a few pounds in your pocket.”
“Thank you, Jacob. I’ll give that some serious thought,” Mik said, and I knew immediately that the answer would be no.
“Thank you for the pork, Jacob; that is exceedingly kind of you.” With Mik not looking at me, I blew a kiss to Jacob and winked. He knew that I would thank him at some point; well, it can be easy for us girls, sometimes just a kiss, sometimes a little more.
After Jacob had gone, Mik and I went into the kitchen. I put the chops that Jacob had given me into the fridge; they were good meaty chops too, not the thin rubbish you get from supermarkets.
“Mum,” Mik said.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“What the hell was that, you know in the garden?”
“That was Elvira and Fay; they are faeries, related, I think, to the Cottingley ones.”
“But the Cottingley faeries were fakes; everyone knows that.”
“No, Mik, four of the five photos were fakes, but the faeries were very real. They just didn’t like being photographed. The fifth photo was real.”
“Faeries don’t exist, Mum.”
“So what was just on your lap, Mik? You looked to be having a rather pleasant time until Jacob came. They don’t really like Jacob much.”
“Why don’t they like him?
“The previous owner used to let Jacob use guns and chemicals on what is now our land. I have stopped all that nonsense on my land. But they still don’t trust him, so they will never show themselves, unless they think he is going to do me harm; then they will intervene.”
“How, Mum?”
“No idea. Now then, lunch.”
I cut up some of the crusty loaf and cut some cheese and added some pickles. A sort of ploughman’s, even though we were technically smallholders, I wouldn’t have called us ploughmen.
As we ate, Mik looked across at me.
“Mum?”
“Yes?”
“You had no knickers on when the fairies came; you had no knickers under your skirt.”
“No.”
“I could see your fanny.”
“And I could see your dick, so what?”
“Your fanny looks much better than Phoebe’s. Different, way sexier.”
“Oh. I don’t think that is the sort of thing that you should think about, Mik.”
“Why not, Mum?”
“Because society doesn’t think mums and sons should think along those lines.”
“Where we are, Mum, there is virtually no society, just a randy farmer occasionally passing by. Did he want to shag you, Mum? His body seemed to say he did.”
“Mik, this is not a conversation I want to have with my son.”
“Can I look at your fanny, Mum?”
“What? Why?” My heart was fluttering. Why was I even going along with this conversation?
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