Irish Treasure

Irish Treasure

Robby sat in his mother's living room waiting on her to finish packing for their trip to Ireland. His grandfather, Declan Feraghal, had passed away early in the spring and wanted his ashes scattered on Slieve Foy in County Louth, Ireland, near where he was born. Now, in early summer, Robert Declan Lambert, and his mother, Emily Fiadh (pronounced Fee' ah) Lambert, were leaving today to do just that.

Robby had never been to Ireland. His mother had been there once with her parents as a small child but remembered little of the trip besides a long boring plane ride.

Robby was twenty, and a junior in college. He was a very bright and soft spoken young man, but often very shy. He would give a stranger the shirt off his back if needed. No one called him Robby except his mother. Everyone knew him as Rob. He never knew his father. He had divorced Robby's mother shortly after she gave birth to Robby and taken off to parts unknown. Robby had never made any attempt to find him. At six feet and one hundred ninety pounds of handsome, Robby had the potential to easily attract members of the opposite sex. His shyness limited that and led him to spend more time studying rather than socializing.

His mother, Emily or Em, as most people addressed her, was a natural beauty. Her chestnut hair, big green eyes, and a beautiful inviting smile, along with her womanly hourglass figure made her a real head turner. Em was a forty-two year old high school history teacher in Rockwall, Texas. She had never remarried after her divorce. Em went out socially with friends on a regular basis but rarely went on a date. That was by choice, not because of a lack of opportunity.

The trip would take a week. They would fly from Dallas to Dublin. Spend a couple of days there, then drive two hours to Carlingford, where they would stay until time to fly back from Dublin. Carlingford was her father's ancestral home for several hundred years before leaving over sixty years earlier for America.

Robbie looked up when his mother walk into the room.

"Look out Ireland, the lovely Emily is about to grace your shores," he said, smiling at her.

"Oh, you," she chuckled. "I look okay?"

"Gorgeous, mom. You're stunning. It's kind of warm for that sweater, don't you think?"

"Airplanes are chilly, and our flight is nine hours. The weather in Dublin runs about twenty degrees cooler than we are in Texas. Did you bring a jacket or a hoodie?"

"No. I can pick one up when we get there if I need it."

"Check your room. I'm pretty sure you've still got a few clothes left in the closet," she said.

"I'm good."

"Suit yourself. Ready?"

"Where's your suitcase? I'll put it in the car."

"Two bags and a carryon in the hallway. You take those out and I'll do a quick watering of the plants. Got your passport?"

"Yep. Have you got the tickets?"

"In my carryon."

"Where's grandpa?"

"In my bag," she replied, then laughed. "That sounds a bit odd, doesn't it?"

"More than a bit. Will they let him travel that way?"

"I checked with the airlines. They're fine with it. In Customs, I'll have some explaining to do. It shouldn't be a big deal."

"Yeah, getting five pounds of powdery stuff through Customs shouldn't be a problem," he said rolling his eyes.

Five minutes later they pulled out of the garage and headed for the Park'n Fly. After parking and a short bus ride to the terminal they checked in then headed to Customs. The man checking the bags was far more attentive to Emily than the contents of their suitcases. Once cleared they headed for their gate.

"Mom, you would be a smuggler's dream."

"I doubt it, but a sweet smile and just the right amount of wiggle goes a long way with some people," she said smiling.

"You can be distracting."

"You're my son. You aren't supposed to notice that."

"I'd have to be your blind son not to," he mumbled.

His mother laughed. "It's good to know I've still got it."

"I shudder to think what those high school boys say about you," her son said.

"I dress and act differently at school. Did I tell you what they call me?"

"What?"

"Ms. MILF. Not to my face, of course, but that's what I'm called behind my back."

"It fits."

"You do know what a MILF is, right?" she asked.

"Of course I know. Look it up in the dictionary. It has your picture."

"Am I?"

"Are you what?"

"Am I a MILF?"

"Oh, god. Yes, you're definitely a MILF. You know you are."

"But I didn't know if you thought so," she said smiling.

"Trust me on this. You are."

"Thank you."

"It doesn't bother you that I think you're hot?" her son asked.

"I'm actually flattered. Maybe next time we should go to the beach so you can see my bikini body."

"Oh, hell no. You make me crazy as it is."

"Crazy how?"

"Never mind," her son replied.

"How? Tell me."

"How long until we board?" Robby asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Tell me," she continued.

"Let's grab some snacks and drinks to take with us," he said walking into a shop.

Em stood there smiling as she watched him walk away. She knew exactly how she made him crazy. After a moment she joined him, but didn't bring up the subject again.

Emily wasn't a flirt. She was actually very conservative in her dress and behavior. Even to the point of looking like a frumpy 1950s librarian when she was teaching. At home, she dressed and behaved in a manner befitting a proper lady. When she did dress for an evening out, she was hot. Not overtly, but still a traffic stopper. None of her students and very few of her coworkers had a clue what a knockout she could turn into.

She wondered if maybe being so conservative around her son hadn't triggered some of his shyness around women. She had decided that on this trip she would be a bit less conservative and more outgoing. Emily had no intention of crossing any societal lines, but she would be flirty. Maybe after spending a week in the company of a beautiful woman her son might come out of his shell.

Robby's mother had unintentionally driven him crazy for years. She had been his go to fantasy since his discovery that males and females were different. She was all woman, but it was her long legs that drove him wild.

Once onboard, they settled in for the long flight. With the five hour time difference, they would arrive at ten am Dublin time. Both were glad they had just two seats in their row. Emily's decision to book seats with extra leg room was a good one. She opted for the window seat.

"Think we'll see any leprechauns?" Robby asked.

"My guess would be probably not. We'll probably see a few beautiful redheads."

"I'd rather see leprechauns."

"I'll keep my eye out for them. What else would you like to see or do while we're there?" she asked.

"I'd like to visit a real Irish Pub."

"Have you googled Carlingford?"

"Several times. They have a few there. The castle too. I'd like to see that."

"Did you read up on its history?" she asked.

"I did. Grandpa used to tell me how his ancestors fought there."

"He was quite a story teller, wasn't he?"

"He made the stories come to life. Do you think he really believed in fairies and leprechauns?" Robby asked.

"I think he did. He had me convinced as a child. Remember the Fergus story?"

"Is that the great, great, great, yada yada, grandfather that could see them?"

"That's the one. He had the ability to see and communicate with them. It was a talent passed down through the generations but apparently died when he did."

"Didn't he die attacking the castle?"

"Yes. He was fighting alongside the Jacobites trying to oust the English king. My mother told a different story about the leprechauns and fairies. She said it was her grandfather, Cian, that could communicate with them, and he died during the Irish revolution in 1922."

"I wonder if either story is accurate?" Robby asked.

"There's probably some truth in both stories. I seriously doubt the 'good folk' part."

"Good folk?"

"The fairies, elves, and leprechauns."

"I thought leprechauns were bad guys."

"Grumpy old male fairies or elves, the way mom told it. Not bad, just grumpy and mischievous."

"I'd still like to see one," Robby told her.

"I wouldn't hold my breath," she said smiling.

"Probably not."

They slept much of the rest of the flight. Getting through Customs in Dublin went smoothly. Apparently, bringing ashes home to rest wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

They took a shuttle to their hotel then went to the pub in the lobby for lunch. Both were disappointed. It was nothing more than a hotel bar back home.

After checking in they went to their large suite. They didn't stay long and were off to see the sights. Em made it a point to direct her son's attention to attractive young women they saw. It didn't take long for him to get frustrated by her constant pushing. The area of Dublin they were in was geared toward tourists. Em and her son were more interested in seeing the culture and history rather than souvenirs. They had dinner in a small out of the way cafe on their way back to the hotel. When his mother tried to fix him up with the server in the cafe he finally said something.

"I appreciate what you're doing with the ladies, but all you're doing is embarrassing me."

"I'm trying to get you to come out of your shell."

"What if I don't want to come out of it. Maybe I like it in here."

"You're twenty. It's time you start experiencing new things."

"It's annoying being pushed. Can we please just have a quiet, simple, enjoyable trip?"

"Sorry, I was just trying to help," she said.

"You already are. I'm vacationing with a beautiful MILF. That's an ego booster for any man."

"I'm your mother."

"The guys giving me those envious looks don't know that."

"No, they probably think I'm a cougar hanging on some young stud's arm."

"Let them think whatever they want."

"It doesn't bother you if people think we're a couple?" his mother asked.

"Not in the least. Does it bother you?"

She chuckled. "I don't care what they think. Too bad I'm not able to live up to it."

"Dump me and pick up a guy you can hook up with," her son suggested.

"That's not what I meant."

"That's exactly what you meant," he chuckled. "Want me to start pointing out guys for you?"

"Touché."

"I didn't think so."

"You made your point. I'll back off."

"Thank you."

"Can I start acting more like your girlfriend?"

"You like driving me crazy, don't you?" Robby asked.

"You never did explain what you meant by that."

"It didn't need an explanation. What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Changing the subject?"

"I am."

"I'd like to visit the Irish history museum," she suggested.

"I'd like that. Anything else?"

"Have you ever actually visited a castle?"

"I have. You took me to see Cinderella's castle at Disneyland."

"A real castle."

"Nope."

"We could go see Dublin castle tomorrow."

"I think that would be interesting."

"Tonight, I'd like to shower then put my feet up. I'm not accustomed to walking this much. Maybe I'll let you give me a foot massage," she said.

"Just your feet?"

"Maybe my calves," she said smiling.

"Some girlfriend you are."

"I'm your pretend girlfriend, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. That slipped my mind."

Once back in their room, Em took a shower. Robby flipped through the TV stations, finally settling on the hotel information channel that described things to do in the area.

His mother walked out wearing a pretty dark green cotton nightie that struck her just above the knees.

"Any chance you might run down to the bar and get me a glass of wine to enjoy while you massage my feet?" she asked.

"Sure. What kind?"

"Red. Something local if they have it."

"Some of the guys at school drink Wild Irish Rose. It's about two bucks a quart," he said jokingly.

"I'd prefer something that has a cork rather than a screw top. Get a bottle. We can share it."

"I have no idea what kind to pick out," he said, grabbing the hotel notebook.

He opened it to the bar section and handed it to her. Em glanced through the selections and picked one from Italy. Robby went to the bar and returned a short time later with the bottle and two wine glasses. He poured two glasses and handed one to his mother.

"Okay, pretend girlfriend, I need lotion. Where are we doing your foot massage?"

"You don't have to do that. I was just joking around."

"You don't trust me? Afraid I'll make you crazy?" her son asked.

"I do trust you, but it's you that's most likely to get crazy," she replied grinning.

"You're immune to that, huh?"

"No, I'm not immune, but I doubt getting a foot massage will bring my blood to a boil."

"You've never experienced one of my foot massages."

"Oh my, no pretend girlfriend could pass that up," she said going to the bathroom for her bottle of lotion.

She returned with both the lotion and a bath towel and sat on the end of the bed. When her son sat at her feet she tossed the towel to him.

"Put this in your lap so the lotion doesn't get on your pants."

"Good idea," he said, realizing it would also hide his inevitable erection.

Robby squirted the lotion into his palm and reached for his mother's foot, which she pulled away.

"Warm it in your hands before putting it on. Girlfriends, and pretend girlfriends, prefer it that way."

He rubbed his palms together and his mother offered her left foot. Robby had never given a foot massage before, and his mother guided him through it. By the time he moved to her right foot, she was loving it. Robby got more lotion and began working on his mother's calf. He could sense a change in her demeanor. She leaned back on her elbows with her eyes closed and sighed. It wasn't long before he noticed a change in her breathing pattern and looking at her chest, could see she was getting a bit flushed. He was glad he had the towel in his lap since he had gotten an erection while still working on her left foot.

She sat up suddenly. "That's good. Thank you," she said standing and walking quickly to the bathroom and closing the door.

Robby waited, hoping to do the other leg when she returned. It was about five minutes later when she did. Her face was red. He patted the bed for her to sit.

"Sorry, I needed a potty break. Let's call it a night."

Robby thought to himself. 'Potty break but didn't flush the toilet. Red faced. Did she...?'

He grabbed the lotion, and still holding the towel in front of himself, went to the bathroom. After closing and locking the door, he undressed and got in the shower to take care of his own problem.

*****

The next day was the history museum and the castle. If Em didn't have her arm in his, they were holding hands. Anyone seeing them would think they were a couple rather than mother and son.

When Robby offered a foot massage that evening, his mother politely declined.

*****

The next morning, following a light breakfast they picked up their rental car. It was a forest green Skoda Octavia. Neither was familiar with it. It had few miles and would fit their needs easily. Driving on the left side of the road took a little getting used to, but they made it back to the hotel. Robby loaded their bags in the boot while his mother checked out. In a short time, they were on the road to Carlingford. They took their time and stopped several times, turning the ninety minute drive into nearly four hours.

Em went to the hotel desk to ask about checking in early while Robby waited in the lobby with their bags.

"Good afternoon. How may I help you?" the young attractive redhead asked.

"My son and I have a reservation. I was wondering if it might be possible to check in early."

"Your name?"

"Emily and Robert Lambert."

She looked at the computer screen. "I see you have a room with two single beds."

"It should be a suite with two queens," Em corrected.

"Our suites all have a single king bed."

"Does the twin room have a private bath?"

"No ma'am only the suites. Would you like me to move you to the suite?"

"Let me speak with my son for a moment. Robby?" Em called then waved him over.

"What's up?"

"The room we're currently booked in has two twin beds and no bath. To get our own bathroom we would need to change to a suite."

"Okay."

"The suite only comes with a single king bed. We either share a bed or use the communal bathroom."

"What do you want to do, mom?"

"I really want that private bath. We could always put an ironing board between us," she said grinning.

The redhead laughed out loud. "Err, sorry, but that hit my funny bone."

"Go with the king," Robby suggested.

Em turned back to the clerk. "You heard the man," she said smiling.

The young woman looked at Robby. "With or without the ironing board?" she asked holding back a grin.

Emily laughed hard and the redhead followed as Robby reddened.

"Without is fine," he finally replied.

She completed their check-in and gave them each a key.

"Would there be anything else?"

"I was told to talk to Penny about getting us a guide while we're here," Em said.

"That would be me," she said offering her hand. Em shook her hand. "The gent I have in mind is Seamus Bonner. He's seventy, retired, and has lived here his whole life. He's familiar with the area, knows everyone, and is a bit of a history buff."

"He sounds perfect," Em said.

"I think he is. He's my grandfather," Penny replied. "Would you like me to call him?"

"Please?" Em replied.

Penny pulled her cell phone from her hip pocket and punched in his number.

"Seamus," he answered.

"Any interest in being a local guide over the next few days?"

"Depends. Are they eejits?"

"No. They seem very nice. The woman is the spitting image of your heart throb."

"My Maureen O'Hara?"

"Her hair is a might darker, but the resemblance is spot on."

"Okay. Send 'em to Ma Baker's."

"They're just checking in and I suspect might want to freshen up first."

"No problem. I'll be here," he said then ended the call.

"You're all set," Penny said, putting a hand drawn map on the counter. "We're here. Ma Baker's is a pub. Go out the front door and turn right. It's five minutes away on foot."

"How will we recognize him?" Rob asked.

"He always wears a green flat cap with a patch on the front. His name is Seamus Bonner. He'll know who you are. Maureen O'Hara is his idol."

"Who is Maureen O'Hara?" Em asked.

"She was a movie star from Dublin. Have you seen Miracle on 34th Street?"

"Many years ago," Emily replied.

"She was the female lead. Maureen worked opposite all the big stars of the day. You might want to google her before meeting Seamus."

Robby had already googled her and held up his phone to show his mother a photo.

"I see the resemblance," she said. "Penny, thank you. Is tipping acceptable here?"

"Acceptable, yes, but not a must. For service staff that provide good service, it's usually 10%. If the service wasn't good, don't tip."

"Your service today was extraordinary. Thank you," Em said handing her €20.

"Wow! That's grand. Please let me know if there's anything else I can help with, even an ironing board," she said smiling at Robby.

"Uh, thanks," he said blushing.

They walked to their room and looked around.

"I think this will be fine," his mother said, looking at the king bed.

"Do you snore?" Robby asked.

"No, but I should probably warn you. I sleep naked," she said with an evil grin.

"You do not," he chuckled.

"Well, I might start."

"Should I go get the ironing board?"

She laughed. "Would an ironing board even be an obstacle?"

"Not unless I was tied to it."

"That's something I hadn't considered," she said smiling.

"What's gotten into you lately?" he asked.

"Me? Nothing. Why?"

"You're being so, so... never mind."

"Want the bathroom before I freshen up my makeup?"

"No, go ahead."

They left for Ma Baker's about thirty minutes later. Since they were early, they browsed a few shops on the way. Both were surprised at how friendly and polite everyone was. Em got a lot of long looks from both men and women as they made their way to the pub.

Robby held the door as his mother stepped inside. In seconds, the place became silent, and everyone was looking at her. She turned to her son.

"I wonder what this is all about?"

"Look at the walls," he said.

Photos of Maureen O'Hara were everywhere. She smiled seeing them.

"She's back!" someone yelled.

"Sorry, guys. I'm not Maureen," Emily announced.

"Sit wherever you like," the barmaid called to them.

After scanning the patrons for a green flat cap, they picked a table where they could see the door.

"What can I get ya?" the server asked.

"A good Irish beer," Robby said grinning.

"Don't have none o' that. We got great Irish beer."

"Make it two," Emily said.

"Coming right up," she said turning back to the bar.

"Now this is an Irish pub," Robby said.

"That's him," Em said waving at the older man in the green cap walking in.

He smiled and waved. The server saw him and poured a third pint.

"Seamus," he said walking up to their table.

Rob stood and offered his hand. "Rob Lambert. This is my mother, Emily."

"Pleased to meet you. You really do look like Maureen. Welcome to Carlingford," Seamus said taking a seat at the table.

The server brought the three mugs.

"Add these to my tab, Cara," Seamus said to the server.

"You don't have a tab, Seamus," she replied.

"I know that, girl. Start me one, please."

"Alfie adds ten percent to anything not paid in a week," she reminded him.

"Greedy bastaird," Seamus mumbled.

"That he is," Cara said returning to the bar.

"So, what can I do for you folks?"

"My father was from Carlingford. He died recently and requested we sprinkle his ashes on Slieve Foy."

"We can do that. What was your father's name?"

"Declan Feraghal," Em replied.

"Feraghals all went to America about fifty years ago, I think," Seamus said.

"That's right. Did you know him?" Em asked.

"Not that I recall. That was a while back. You still in the states?"

"Texas."

"I never got that far when I was there. I got to New York City, turned around and got back on the boat. Besides taking care of your grandfather, what else would you like to do?"

"I'm a history teacher. I'd enjoy most anything historical. It's a beautiful country, so seeing the countryside. Seeing what it's like for the residents here, too."

"How about you, Rob?" Seamus asked.

"Any chance of seeing Leprechauns?"

"I can show you where they're said to live. You'll only see them if they want you to. All the good folk are that way," he said seriously. "How long are you visiting?"

"Four nights, then back to Dublin to fly home," Em replied.

"Plenty of time. Carlingford is about a three day stop."

"How much do you charge for your services?" Em asked.

"Are you providing our transportation?" he asked.

"I am. Well, Rob is. He's not fond of my driving."

"I don't have a problem with your driving," Rob complained. "You always just hand me the keys."

"Lad, you could do a lot worse than having to chauffeur a beautiful woman."

"I can't argue that," Rob replied.

"It's a bit late to see much today other than a walk or drive through town," Seamus said.

"You still haven't told us your fee," Em reminded him.

"How does twenty euros sound?"

"Expensive. Seamus, I'm a teacher and Rob is a college student. To us, twenty euros an hour is a lot."

"I wasn't meanin' by the hour. I was suggesting €20 per day. That's my pub money."

"Agreed, as long as we cover the food and beverages," Em said.

"You drive a hard bargain. I agree," he told her.

"Speaking of food, it is getting a bit hungry," Rob said.

"Cara," Seamus called out.

"What?" she called from across the pub.

"Two menus, please."

She brought Rob and Em the menus.

"We got the best fish 'n chips in all of Ireland," Cara boasted.

Rob nodded to his mother.

"When Seamus is with us, we're buying. Three fish 'n chips, and another round," Em said.

"Thank you," Seamus added.

"You're quite welcome."

"If we're having another round, this afternoon is going to be the walking tour. I'm not much of a drinker," Rob said.

"It's a beautiful day for a stroll," Seamus said.

*****

After enjoying a wonderful lunch, the three walked through town. Seamus was a wealth of information and introduced the visitors to nearly everyone they met.

As evening approached, he left them at Riina's Italian restaurant for dinner. They would meet at Ruby Ellen's Tea Room at eight the next morning for breakfast, then drive to Slieve Foy to scatter the ashes. It would still require about a mile of walking to get to the top.

Penny was at the desk as they passed.

"Robert?" she called.

"Yes?" he said turning to her.

"Wanna pick up the ironing board since you're down here?"

Rob actually laughed. "No, I think we're good. I really like your grandfather."

"He's quite the fella. Did he tell you about the thing on his paddy cap?"

"No."

"It's a swan with a hare asleep on its back. It means he's wanting Áine to find him a girlfriend. Ask him about it."

"Who is Áine?"

"Celtic goddess of love. Ask him. It's an interesting story."

"Thanks. I will."

They went to their suite.

"Want another foot massage?" he asked his mother.

"No, thank you. I don't think I could handle it."

"That bad, huh?"

"Not at all. I loved it."

"Too bad. I was going to do your feet and legs tonight."

"I'm good. What time do you want to get up tomorrow?" she asked, hoping that she could change the subject.

"I'm going to shower tonight. I only need fifteen minutes in the morning."

"So am I. Do you want the shower first?" his mother asked.

"No. You go ahead."

Robby knew that sleeping in the same bed with his MILF, pretend girlfriend, hot mother, was likely to cause him some frustration. Relieving himself just before bed, he hoped, might help to ease that. When Em walked out of the bathroom wearing the same green nightgown as the night before he knew this was going to be a long, sleepless night.

After his jack off session and shower he felt prepared. Seeing his mother lying on her side with her shapely ass aimed directly at where he would be sleeping blew his preparedness right out the window.

"Mom, did you keep the rest of the wine?"

She didn't answer. Rob found the half full bottle and over the next few minutes drank it. Once he began feeling its effects, he turned out the lights and climbed into the bed with his back to his mother.

"Goodnight, pretend boyfriend," his mother said softly.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I dozed off for a few minutes."

"Goodnight, pretend girlfriend," he said.

"Sleep well."

"You too."

Somehow, Rob managed to fall asleep. As far as he could tell, based on their positions, they had both managed to stay on their own sides of the bed. Realizing that his morning wood would be apparent if she woke, he quietly went to the bathroom. After peeing, it usually disappeared quickly. This morning, that wasn't the case. Rob relieved himself and solved the problem.

His mother was up and making coffee when he returned to the room.

"Good morning. Isn't that bed comfortable?"

"Yeah, it's pretty nice," he replied.

She poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Give the pot a couple of minutes and there'll be enough for you. Okay to commandeer the bath?"

"Sure. It's all yours."

"Eighties and sunny today. Think it would be acceptable for me to wear shorts?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. I can walk behind you up the mountain and drool on your legs." She looked surprised when she turned to look at her son. "What? You've got great legs. Grand, as they say here."

"Thank you. Your comment seemed a little out of character for you. No. It was way out of character."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," her son told her.

"Oh, I'm not offended, just surprised at your boldness."

Robby chuckled. "You might want to keep Seamus in front of you during the climb. Penny said he's looking for a girlfriend."

Em smiled and kissed her son's cheek. "I have a boyfriend. Seamus is going to have to look elsewhere."

The shorts his mother selected were nothing short of scandalous for her. They only went to her mid-thighs. At home he rarely saw her entire knee.

They met Seamus at Ruby Ellen's Tea Room right at eight.

"Penny told me to ask about the patch on your cap," Rob told Seamus.

"It's meanin' is to attract Áine's attention, so she'll bless me with a lady friend. Been wearing it for three years with no luck."

"Tell us about Áine," Emily said.

"Celtic mythology. She was said to be the goddess of love, fertility, wealth... hell, most everything at one time or another. The story goes that she had a talisman with a hare having a good time with a swan, if you get my drift. On the back it read 'glan de chroí', which means pure of heart. A man who was pure of heart would be presented the talisman by a woman in his family and it gave him special gifts."

"What kind of gifts?" Rob asked.

"Mostly, as far as I remember, the ability to attract women. The story goes that the talisman was lost a hundred or more years ago."

Emily looked at her son grinning.

"Don't even say it. I'll get a girlfriend when I'm ready," Rob told her.

"Any idea where it was lost? Maybe Rob can find it." Em asked.

Seamus grinned. "If I knew that, I'd be carrying it."

"Just curious, but if a man had that kind of ability, wouldn't it upset the other men?" Rob asked.

"I suspect it would," Seamus replied.

"The hare on your hat is asleep, rather than...," Emily began.

"You can say that again," Seamus chuckled. "Shall we get on?"

"Let's go," Emily replied.

They drove about a mile and a half to a parking area. From there they proceeded on foot up the mountainside. It was actually more like a very large hill. Seamus led the way. Rob carried his grandfather's remains in a back pack as he followed his mother, enjoying her long legs and shapely backside. It wasn't steep, but it was a steady incline for about a mile before they reached the top. From the top, the view was breathtaking. They could see Carlingford, the ruins of the castle, and even the Irish sea.

"The wind is blowing eastward, so stand upwind when you send him home," Seamus suggested.

Rob removed the backpack and opened the box, removing the plastic bag with his grandfather's remains.

"Mom, would you like to do this?"

"No, you go ahead."

Emily stepped over next to Seamus as he removed his cap. Rob opened the bag and began pouring out its contents.

"You're home, grandpa," Rob said with a tear in his eye.

"I love you, daddy," Emily said, as the ashes were blown away from them in the wind.

"Deep peace of the quiet earth to you, Declan," Seamus added.

They stood quietly watching the ashes disperse for a moment. Rob put the now empty bag back in the box, then returned it to his backpack.

"Mom, I'm gonna walk for a little bit."

"Want us to wait on you?"

"No. Go ahead. I won't be long."

Rob walked slowly toward the west. Emily and Seamus started their trek back down toward the car.

"Was your boy close to his grandfather?"

"Very close. Until Robby went away to college, they were inseparable."

"He seems like a fine young man."

"He is. I couldn't have asked for a better son."

"You aren't wearing a ring. Is his father gone?"

"Just after Robby was born."

"You've done him well raising him," Seamus said.

"Thank you, Seamus."

As Rob walked with his head down across the top of the hill, he saw something green partially buried in the ground. He knelt and pried it out of the dirt with his fingers.

It was what appeared to be a disk made of a green stone, and about two inches across. He brushed away the dirt and could make out a swan with a hare behind it, apparently humping. He chuckled as he turned it over to see the back. In raised letters, it read, 'glan de chroí'. He laughed at finding such an unusual souvenir. Rob put it in his pocket then began walking back in the direction of the car.

Seamus and Rob's mother were sitting on a short stone wall when he walked up.

"You aren't going to believe what I found," he said, handing the disk to his mother.

"You found this up there?" she asked looking at it closely.

"Yeah, it was partially buried."

"Isn't this similar to what you described earlier?" Em asked handing it to Seamus.

Seamus' eyes went wide as he looked it over.

"This is exactly what I described. You say it was in the ground?"

"Yeah, it was mostly buried."

"It's either been buried for a long time, or just recently put there. This is Connemara marble. The purest I've ever seen. Prolonged exposure to sunlight bleaches it. This is pristine. I've never seen anything like it. Can we take this and show the folks at the heritage center? They'll want to see it."

"Sure. If it's valuable or rare we should probably give it to them," Rob said.

"Before we do that, explain how the talisman was said to work," Em requested.

Seamus handed her back the disk. "Rob, pull up your shirt above your heart." Rob raised his t-shirt smiling. "Em, place it flat on his chest, with the swan and hare facing you, and hold it there."

Em brushed off a little dirt and put the disk on her son's chest. All three watched as the stone was immediately absorbed into her son's chest.

"What the...," Rob exclaimed.

"Oh my god! Did we all see that?" Emily asked.

"We did," Seamus said. "That was the real talisman of Áine."

"Robby, do you feel okay. Any pain or anything?" his mother asked worriedly.

"No, I'm fine. How do we get it out?"

"I will be with you until death. Only you can hear me. Speak to me only in your thoughts," a voice replied in his head.

"Who, or what, are you?" Rob thought.

"Áine, of course. I have much to tell you. We'll talk later when you're alone. Thank you for freeing me?"

"You're welcome. Have I lost my mind?"

"No. We'll speak later," she advised.

"Son, are you sure you feel okay. You were staring off into space for a minute," Seamus asked.

"Uh, yeah. I feel fine. Where to next?"

"A bit of advice, I don't think I'd be telling a lot of people about what just happened," Seamus warned.

"They'd lock us all up in a loony bin," Rob chuckled.

"They might."

"Seamus, is Robby in any danger from this?" Em asked.

"What happened is exactly what the legend foretold. The talisman becomes part of you. When you die, it passes out and is passed along to a son or grandson. Cian Matthews was said to be the last to have it."

"Did he die in the Irish revolution around 1922?" Emily asked.

"That's what I heard. He was a soldier in the revolution. The battle was here where we are now, but his body was never recovered. May I ask how you know of him?" Seamus asked.

"Cian was my mother's grandfather," Emily said.

"That might explain why Rob was able to find and use the talisman. It's said to follow the family line. Legend also says that Cian could see and talk to the good folk. Maybe you will get to see a leprechaun after all."

"I'm pretty well maxed out on weird right now. I think I'll pass," Rob replied.

"Should we have him checked by a doctor? Get an x-ray or something?" Em asked worriedly.

"I'm no expert, but I don't think magic shows up on x-rays. I'd keep quiet about this," Seamus recommended.

"I agree. Mom, I feel just fine."

"Honey, I'm just worried. As your mother, that's my job."

Rob leaned to her and kissed her cheek. "I'm fine," he said.

The moment her son's lips touched her cheek, Emily felt her face flush and moisture between her legs.

They got back in the car then drove to the castle ruins for the tour.

As they walked through the castle, Rob noticed that all the signs were in both English and Irish. Although he had never learned Irish, Rob could read and understand every word.

"Áine, did you do this?" he thought.

"And many other things you've yet to discover."

"Lovely," he thought sarcastically.

They finished the tour at about one and drove back to town. Seamus suggested they try the burgers at Ma Bakers.

Emily saw a change in her son as they had their lunch. He was obviously flirting with Cara, the attractive twenty something server. Cara was pulling no punches about flirting right back. Em wondered if it was something related to the talisman or just Robby loosening up.

Following lunch, they drove the few blocks to the historical society.

"Afternoon, Erin. Got a few minutes to visit?"

"Always," the old white haired woman replied.

"Erin, this is Emily and Rob Lambert. They live in the states and came to bring her father's ashes to the mountain."

"Welcome to Carlingford. I'm Erin. I chair our historical society."

"What can you tell us about Áine?" Seamus asked.

"She's one of the old Celtic goddesses. Her areas were love, fertility, wealth, good harvest, and had the ability to communicate with the good folk...," Erin began.

"That part about the love, fertility, and harvest is malarky. I do sex and wealth," the voice in Rob's head told him.

"Hush," Rob thought.

"Don't hush me or I'll give you the biggest boner you ever had," Áine warned.

"Sorry."

"... she existed in a beautiful green marble talisman that was passed from generation to generation through the male. Cian Matthews was rumored to be the last to have it."

"And he died fighting in the revolution?" Emily asked.

"That's one story. The women told a different tale. Cian really liked the ladies, and apparently they were extremely fond of him. When the local men found out what he was doing with their wives they ambushed him on the mountain. They killed him and buried him in an unmarked grave, then said he died during a battle," Erin advised.

"That part was true," Áine advised Rob. "It was his own fault."

"What gifts was the talisman said to bestow?" Seamus asked.

"Let's see. It makes the man irresistible to women who are attracted to him. It was supposed to make him a grand lover. It attracted wealth. And because the bearer was pure of heart the good folk accepted him."

"All true, but I also gifted them with good sized flutes."

"Flutes? For what?"

"Not that kind of flute, cocks - big cocks," Áine corrected.

"Why the interest in Áine?" Erin asked.

"Rob was asking about my patch here," Seamus said, pointing to his cap.

Erin chuckled. "Is it working?"

"Not a wee bit," he assured her.

"You'll find more available ladies in church than at Ma Baker's," Erin pointed out.

"When they start putting pubs in the church I'll consider changing where I drink," Seamus said smiling.

"Anything else I can help with?" Erin asked.

"Mind if we look around?" Emily asked.

"Not at all. Goodness, has anyone told you how much you resemble Maureen O'Hara?"

"I've heard that a few times since we got here. It's very flattering," Emily replied.

They wandered through the historical society looking at everything.

"You haven't said a word in the last twenty minutes. Is everything alright?" Em asked her son.

"Yeah. I'm just weirded out by this talisman thing. Would it be okay with you if I went for a quiet walk?"

"Of course. Maybe I can talk Seamus into showing me another pub."

"I don't think that will take much talking. I'll meet you back at the hotel before dinner," Rob said, handing her the car keys.

"Okay," she said kissing his cheek.

Em immediately felt herself flush and the moisture in her groin returned. Rob left and headed down the street.

"Is the boy okay?" Seamus asked.

"Would you be if it happened to you?"

"I don't know."

"How about I buy us a pint?" she asked.

"Taafes Castle is right next door. How's that?"

"Perfect. My poor feet are barking at me."

*****

"Go in here. You need to buy a larger shirt?" Áine instructed.

"Why do I need a larger shirt? This one fits fine."

"You need to start trusting me. We're going to be together for a long time. Buy the shirt," Áine instructed.

"Fine. What size?" he grumbled.

"This size," Áine said as Rob's body suddenly added twenty pounds of sculpted muscle.

"Shit!" he said out loud, as both his shirt and pants became suddenly much tighter.

"Do things when I tell you and we can ease into them. Resist me and you'll learn how impatient I am. If we act as a team, we'll get along fine. If not, we've got a problem."

They went into the store and Rob bought both a shirt and a larger pair of pants. Looking in the mirror in the fitting room, he liked what he saw.

"This will be tough to explain," he said to Áine.

"The only people that will ask are your mother and the old guy. They both saw us join. Just say Áine did it. They'll accept that. We need to go west from here into the forest," Áine told him.

"Why?"

"You're about to ruffle my feathers."

"You said we need to be a team. On a team, you work together. You don't just boss your teammate around."

"My apologies. I'll work on that. We're heading to the woods so that I can explain a few things to you about your new abilities. I also want you to see something."

"Thank you," Rob replied.

Once on the outskirts of town, Áine directed him to a path into the woods.

"You underwent a change this morning when you and I joined. How much that actually changes you is your decision. I can only join with someone who is pure of heart, as you are. Cian was when we joined, but he started thinking with his flute, sorry, his cock, rather than his brain. That's what got him killed. Hopefully, you'll make wiser decisions.

"You now have the ability to bed any woman that is attracted to you, simply by asking or directing her. That will be almost all women. There are some that prefer the company of women. Some women aren't interested in sex with anyone. Others are so dedicated to their partners they won't even consider another. Those aren't very common."

"From guilt?"

"Guilt and jealousy aren't a problem. The women you are with will have none of either."

"Right," Rob said, not believing Áine.

"Cian's first woman was his sister. Incest was frowned upon by society then. I assume it still is. Neither Cian nor his sister felt any guilt over what they did. They kept it to themselves, knowing that society wouldn't approve. When Cian was with other women his sister had no jealousy. Your women know and accept that you are gifted and should be shared."

"Incest isn't just frowned upon. It's illegal in most places," Rob said.

"Strange that they would criminalize something a quarter of the population do. Humans are a strange breed."

"I'm pretty sure it's to prevent having inbred babies. The Egyptian Pharaohs incested themselves out of existence," Rob told her.

"European royalty did the same thing. You don't have to worry about that. Your seed will only be fertile if you will it."

"So, do I default to firing blanks?" Rob asked.

"Unless you specifically choose to fire live rounds, yes. You will not impregnate anyone. So, when you finally get around to bedding your mother, she won't get pregnant."

"My mother would blow a gasket if I tried something like that," Rob replied.

Áine chuckled. "She almost came when you were massaging her leg the other night. She gets wet just touching you. Your mother wants you as much as you want her."

"It's incest," Rob said.

"Neither of you will experience any guilt. It will add a new and wonderful dimension to your relationship."

"I wish I could believe that," Rob said.

"Tell her, don't ask, that you'll be massaging her feet tonight. She'll be putty in your hands and give you everything you desire. In turn, you will take her to places sexually that she's never even dreamed of."

"Áine, I've never had sex. I wouldn't have a clue how to do that."

"But I have, and now that we're joined I'll be guiding you every step of the way."

"And she'll do this of her own free will and not feel guilty about it?" Rob asked.

"Now you've got the idea. Even together, unless we use force, we can't make someone do something they don't want to do. I suggest you not use force. That can lead to real problems. Here we are. Sit here on this log and look around."

Rob sat quietly and looked around. In a moment he saw movement fluttering near a tree a short distance away. It looked like large dragonflies. As he continued to watch, they flew closer.

"Are those fairies?" he asked.

"They are. Good folk don't like English. Speak to them only in Irish."

He watched and when one flew near he spoke in Irish.

"Good afternoon," he said.

"Good afternoon. Who are you?" the tiny creature with the shrill voice asked.

"My name is Rob. I've never seen a fairy before."

"Few people have. How did you find us?"

"I'm here with Áine."

"Welcome back Áine. You've been away for quite some time. Oops. I've got to go," the fairy said then darted away.

"Did I spook her?" Rob thought.

"No, he did. Look to your left."

Rob looked to his left and saw a man about two feet tall walking toward him. By anyone's standards, this guy was butt ugly and looked grumpy.

"Hi," Rob said.

"Feck off," he replied as he passed and entered the forest again a short distance away.

"Leprechauns aren't much for conversation," Áine said.

"Apparently not."

"Let's head back," Áine told him. "Now you've seen them. Leave them to live in peace."

"Probably best that way."

"It is. Their world is shrinking as the human world is expanding. It's sad to watch."

Rob got up and headed back to town.

"For the most part, I'll be your silent partner in life. Unless you're really fucking things up. I'll be here quietly guiding you. If you want or need to talk, you know how to reach me," Áine told him as they reached the edge of town.

"But you will be here, right?"

"Until your last breath."

His mother hadn't returned by the time Rob got back to the room. He laid on the bed to relax for a few minutes and drifted off.

Emily returned a short time later after having two pints with Seamus. Her goal was to lay down and get off her tired feet. When she saw her son sleeping there, she sat in the chair next to the bed and quietly removed her shoes. She sat looking at him for several minutes before walking to the bathroom and turning on the warm water in the tub and running it over her feet.

The sound of the running water woke her son, and he quietly walked to the bathroom door and stood watching her.

"I'll be massaging those puppies after dinner," he said.

"That will be heavenly. I can hardly wait," she said without turning around. "Did you bring anything dressy? Seamus was telling me about the Clermont restaurant. Tonight is their steak and wine special.

Rob realized that none of his clothes would fit anymore.

"I don't have anything. I saw a shop where I can pick some up. I'll be back shortly," he said, then quickly left the suite.

Em turned and removed her feet from the tub and turned on the shower, not even bothering to close the bathroom door. She undressed and stepped into it.

Rob returned about forty minutes later as she was doing her hair. She looked at him in the mirror and gasped.

"Rob, what? How are you suddenly so... so muscular?" she asked turning to face him.

"Looks pretty good, huh?"

"You look fantastic, but how?"

"Áine did it. When you put the talisman on my chest, she and I joined somehow."

"She's inside you?"

"I'm not sure where she is exactly, but somehow we're connected. We can carry on conversations in my head without talking."

"Is this a joke or something?" Em asked.

"Mom, you saw the disk enter me, and the muscles are real."

"Do you feel different?"

"Stronger, but otherwise I feel just like I always have."

"You've spoken to her?"

"Yes, but it's not talking. It's done with thought."

"Robby, this scares me."

"She seems nice. We had a long talk on my walk. Everything she said makes me think she's good, and looking out for my best interests."

"That's how horror movies start too," his mother said anxiously.

"I wonder if they have an exorcist in town?" he asked grinning.

"Robby, what's happened is something completely foreign to me. I don't know what to think."

He stepped to her and took her face gently in his hands. She flushed and moistened immediately as he kissed her gently on the lips.

"Oh," she sighed, grabbing the counter to support herself.

Rob let go of her face and stepped back.

"I love you. Everything is going to be fine. I promise."

"I love you too," she said, still a bit weak in the knees.

"Am I going to have time to shower before we go?"

"I need ten more minutes for my hair. I can do my makeup at the dressing table. Plenty of time. Oh, I laid out what I'm going to wear. See if you think it's acceptable."

Rob looked at the white flowered dress she had put on the bed and smiled.

"It's perfect. I can't wait to see you in it."

"You're such a charmer. I could have put gray sweats out and you would have said the same thing."

"You look good in sweats, but tonight you're looking like my hot girlfriend."

"Pretend girlfriend," she corrected.

"We'll see," he thought. "Áine, how am I doing?"

"She's putty in your hands. Wine and dine her, then bring her back for the massage. Tonight, will be the most exciting night of your lives."

Rob kicked back on the bed with his fingers clasped behind his head smiling.

Shortly before six they left for the restaurant. Her dress fully covered her, but she exuded woman in every way as they walked to the car.

The Clermont was probably the classiest restaurant they had ever been to together. The dinner and service were out of this world. Rob nursed his glass of wine through dinner. His mother drank two glasses, but didn't appear to be affected by it.

Once back at the hotel, Rob took her hand to walk her to their room. He could see the flush on her cheeks.

"Put on your nightgown and bring the lotion. It's time for your massage," he told her.

She looked at him and swallowed hard.

"Okay," she whispered then grabbed her nightie and went to the bathroom and closed the door.

Rob quickly undressed and put on only a pair of running shorts. He dimmed the lights in the room then turned back the bedding to set the mood. Much to his surprise, his cock remained flaccid as he waited.

When the bathroom door opened his mother stepped out. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she wore a white satiny gown that went to about mid-thigh. She was barefoot and carrying a towel and the lotion. He stood and patted the bed for her to lay down. She was a vision as she seemed to float across the room and lay back onto the pillows he had arranged so she could see what he was doing.

Rob put the bath towel under her feet and calves, then put a bottle of water next to the bed for her.

"Ready?" he asked.

She nodded anxiously.

He knelt at the foot of the bed, and as before, started with her left foot.

"Oh, that feels wonderful," his mother whimpered.

Rob didn't speak as he slowly and methodically massaged her foot. After several minutes he moved up to her ankle and then her calf and finally just above her knee. He spent several minutes just on the area behind her knee. She was flushed and breathing rapidly through her mouth as she watched her son's loving hands tease her.

"Other side," the voice in his head told him.

Emily let out a frustrated sigh as he began again on her right side.

"Tease her. Bring her close then back off. Do her arms next, then you can move to the whole body."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure."

It was a full thirty minutes by the time Rob had finished the lower legs. He went to the bathroom and grabbed two more towels before moving to her arm.

After at least ten minutes on each arm, he draped a towel over her lap.

"Lift up your hips. We need to take the gown off."

"Robby, I'm not wearing...," she began.

"Lift up," he said softly.

With the towel covering her she raised her hips allowing him to pull her nightgown up onto her abdomen. He folded the second towel and held it in front of her as she pulled the gown off over her head.

Rob's cock responded looking at his beautiful mother covered only by two small towels.

He began on her neck and upper chest as she lay there with her eyes closed and breathing rapidly through her mouth. She gasped when he folded the top towel and began on her ribs and upper abdomen and continued there. When her son's hands moved up under the towel and onto her breasts, she moaned.

"Oh, oh my god."

Her pelvis was moving in rhythm with his hands as he massaged her breasts and toyed with her hard nipples. She was panting.

"Cum for me, mom. We both want this."

Her pelvis rose completely off the bed, and she let out a guttural groan. Her fingers dug into the sheet as her entire body stiffened, and head went back.

Rob was smiling as he watched her go through her orgasm. It seemed to go on for minutes before she finally relaxed then spasmed every few seconds for another full minute. He pulled the towel off and dropped it beside the bed, seeing his mother's beautiful breasts for the first time. She opened her eyes and looked at him as if she was ready to speak.

"Relax. We're not done yet."

Emily closed her eyes. Rob could see out the corner of his eye when her legs parted, inviting him to continue.

Her son's gentle hands moved to her lower abdomen. She tightened every time his hand approached her pubic hair. Emily reached down and pulled off the last remaining towel and tossed it to the side.

As his hands moved over her lower abdomen and hips her pelvis rose from the bed. She wanted him to touch her. She needed to be touched. Her hips flexed and legs parted farther, begging him.

His hands moved to her upper inner thighs and to the outside of her labia. Her pelvis rocked and her breathing came in gasps. When his finger slid along the side of her red, hard clit she moaned loudly then grabbed his hand and pushed it hard onto her pussy. Emily bucked as she continued to moan through a second orgasm, finally collapsing limp onto the bed and holding her son's hand away from her overly sensitive pussy. She continued to spasm for a long time as she slowly recovered.

Rob knelt between his mother's legs and reached up for the bottle of water offering it to her. Looking into her son's eyes, she took a swallow then handed it back to him. He capped it and set it back on the table.

Rob took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head over her clit. She jumped at the soft touch and drew her legs up toward her chest.

"Take me. Make me yours," she said softly.

Her son moved his cock to her drenched opening and pushed gently, feeling her warmth and wetness as he slid fully inside.

"Yes. Oh yes," she sighed as he began moving in and out of her.

Her hips rose to meet him with each penetration. His hands, once again, moved to her breasts.

Rob was in no hurry. He had expected to cum the moment he was inside his mother but now had the ability to delay his finish.

Emily was building to another orgasm quickly and began increasing her pace. Her pussy was trying hard to make her son's big cock explode.

With a scream, she wrapped her legs around him and locked them, pulling him in as hard and as deep as she could. Her head went back and her back arched as she came again for the third time.

Just as she went limp, her son groaned and began pulsating stream after stream into her. Emily screamed again and came once more before both collapsed, drenched in perspiration.

"I never knew it could be like this," she said.

"I love you, mom," her son said kissing her passionately.

As they kissed, he began moving in her again.

"Roll over on your back. Let me sit on you," she said.

Rob rolled off then watched as his gorgeous mother straddled him then settled onto his cock. From porn he had watched, Rob expected her to rise and fall on it. Instead, she rocked front to back. He pulled her upper body forward and took her nipple into his mouth as he gently pinched and tweaked the other one, then switched sides. His free hand kneaded his mother's firm ass as she rode him.

Emily's pace quickened again, and she grimaced as if in pain.

"Uhhhhhhh!" she called as she arched her back and came again.

Rob filled her a second time before she finally collapsed on him.

Neither spoke nor moved for several minutes then finally his mother grabbed the water bottle and offered it to him.

"I've wanted this for so long," she said. "Please tell me this isn't a onetime thing."

"You're okay with what we've done?" her son asked.

"I am. Can we do it every day?" she asked.

"There are other things I want us to do too."

"I can hardly wait. I was under the impression you were still a virgin, but that was the most caring, loving experience of my life," Emily said.

"We have Áine to thank for that. She was sort of guiding me through it."

"Thank you, Áine."

"My pleasure."

Rob grinned. "She said it was her pleasure."

"And mine," his mother said. "Did we just have a threesome?"

"I guess we did. I need to go pee."

"And I need to go clean up. We made a real mess down there," his mother said.

"By the way. You won't get pregnant from this."

"I know. I had my tubes tied when you were about ten. Are you not fertile?"

"Áine said I fire blanks unless I choose to do otherwise."

"That will come in handy when you go back to school, but you can still pick something up."

"I'll be careful," he said playfully pushing his mother off onto the bed.

Emily grabbed a towel and put it between her legs and followed him into the bathroom.

"Let me hold it for you," she said grabbing her son's cock and aiming it at the commode. "I've always wanted to do this but never had the courage to try."

"Anything else you haven't tried?"

"Light bondage. I've never trusted anyone enough to try that."

"Being bound?"

"Either way. I've never tried back door. And a foot job. I always wanted to try that. How about you?"

"Tonight was all firsts for me. I want us to do everything," he said.

"How about we shower together then get some sleep? We'll start checking things off the list tomorrow," she asked.

"Can you wear that outfit to bed?"

"I will if you will. Are you okay with my hair? I know some guys your age like it shaved."

"I love it just like it is."

"Maybe one of these days we can experiment with shaving and see how we like it," his mother suggested. "Áine, do you have any ideas "

"Oral. That's my favorite. Giving and receiving."

"She likes oral. Both ways," Rob advised.

"That's at the top of my list for tomorrow," Emily said.

*****

Rob was on his back when he woke up. His mother's soft hand was gently stroking his morning wood. She was lying beside him watching his face and smiled when he looked at her.

"You might want to go pee. I'm having you for breakfast and I intend to take my time enjoying it."

Rob had fantasized about this many times, but to think it was actually going to happen was surreal. He went to the bathroom and after finally getting the flow started through his morning erection, emptied his bladder. While he was gone his mother bunched up the pillows so he could recline comfortably. She sat nude and cross-legged on the bed waiting for him then patted the bed where she wanted him. He smiled and got on the bed with her sitting between his legs.

"Comfy? I thought you'd probably want to watch," she asked.

"Very comfortable, and I do want to watch. This is one of my biggest fantasies."

She used both hands to gently caress his still hard cock and his balls.

"You fantasized about this? Tell me about it."

"Well, it isn't usually just stroking."

"No? Surely, I don't put this big hard thing in my mouth?"

"That's where it tends to end up," he said, as she continued stroking.

"Do I do it in the bed?"

"Sometimes, but lots of other places too."

"Like where?"

"In the shower, at the kitchen table, watching TV in the living room, on the back porch, in the car. Lots of places."

"Am I any good at it?" his mother asked.

"You're amazing, mom."

"Do you always cum in your fantasies?" she asked.

"Except when they're interrupted by you knocking on my door and interrupt it," her son replied smiling.

"That's a simple fix. I won't knock anymore. Where do you cum?"

"Usually in your mouth. Rarely on you."

"You don't mark your territory? I thought men like that."

"It's more intense cumming in your mouth."

"I see. Do I swallow?"

"Always."

"Do I use only my mouth, or do I use my hand with it?"

"It varies, usually starting with both then spend time with just your mouth. When I cum, it's usually with me moving your head."

"Let's see if we can bring your fantasy to life."

She changed her position to where she was lying on her stomach then used two fingers to move the head to her mouth. His mother squeezed the shaft, expressing precum, then licked it away.

"Mom, have you thought about doing this before?"

"A blowjob or giving you one?" she asked.

"Me."

"Not until you touched me the first time after the talisman. Before that, it was teasing, but I never considered doing anything beyond that. With that touch, it all changed."

"How?"

"Since that moment, any physical contact with you makes me hot. It's like I'm almost ready to orgasm. All my ingrained feelings about incest are gone. I feel no shame or guilt. I want to please you."

"Is it like you're being forced?" her son asked.

"Oh heavens, no. It's pure desire. Giving oral sex, at least to me, has always seemed more like an obligation rather than something I wanted. With you, I crave it. This...," she said squeezing her son's cock. "... belongs in my mouth. I want to suck every last drop from you. I hunger for it. We're supposed to meet Seamus in just over an hour, so if you want me to do this you should probably hold your questions until later."

"Yes ma'am," he said smiling.

Emily licked the underside of her son's cock from the base to the tip, then took the head into her warm, wet mouth. Her son moaned as he felt her tongue swirl around the head.

"Mmmm," she said, as she ran her thumb up the underside expressing more precum.

She continued and was soon using both her hand and mouth to pleasure him. Her other hand fondled his balls. Emily was in no hurry as she seemingly worshiped her son's cock. Rob's eyes never left her as he lived out his number one fantasy.

When he moved his hands to her head, Emily switched to using only her mouth and let her son guide her movements. The strokes were long and deep, yet to her surprise, she never gagged.

After a couple of minutes, he held her head still and began moving his hips to gently, but deeply, fuck his mother's mouth.

"Uhh," he grunted as his hips spasmed, and he released the first stream into her mouth.

The moment his cum touched her tongue Emily too began cumming. He continued to fill her mouth as her entire body stiffened repeatedly through her orgasm. When both were spent, Emily laid her head on her son's lower abdomen to recover.

"She'll cum when she tastes your seed from now on," Áine told him.

"What do you mean?"

"Beginning with the first taste, your semen triggers orgasm. When you cum inside her after that it'll set her off."

"Even if she's not hot?"

"She gets hot just touching you. Most women will. After a single taste of your cum, women become sensitized. If you empty into their mouth, cunt, or ass, they'll orgasm."

Emily stirred and began to get up.

"Mom, that was much better than any fantasy. Thank you."

"It was for me too. I may have to include sucking you into my morning routine," she said grinning.

His mother kissed his cock then got up and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Her son's cock began to rise as he watched her shapely ass walking away.

"She'll suck you again if you tell her you want it," Áine advised.

"We have to meet Seamus soon," he thought.

"Your mother now belongs to you. If you want sucked or fucked just tell her. She'll drop whatever she's doing to please you."

"I'm not sure I like having that kind of control. I'd rather she do it because she wants to."

"She does want to. You are her priority now. She'll still have her own free will, but pleasing you is paramount to her. Use your head. You have the ability to provide her with as much pleasure as she could dream of or turn her into a fecking sex slave. That's where the 'pure of heart' part comes into play. It's where Cian lost it and got himself murdered. He let his own desires ruin lives."

"I'm not doing that," Rob thought.

"Are you familiar with the tale of King Midas?"

"The one who turned everything he touched into gold?"

"That's the one. You have a similar situation. When you touch a woman she'll most likely get randy. Unless that's what you want, touch her through her clothes rather than on her skin. Cian would go into a crowd of women and touch them all. He was such an arse."

"Yeah, he sounds like it," Rob agreed. "It would be kind of funny if a touch could trigger an orgasm."

"You have that ability too, but I'm not telling you how until I know you can be trusted with it. I never showed Cian, and we were linked for over twenty years."

"Rob, you need to get ready," his mother said walking into the room.

*****

Twenty minutes later they headed to the small, out of the way restaurant Seamus had suggested. Seamus was already there when they arrived. He did a double take when he saw the physical changes in Rob.

"Áine do that?" he asked patting Rob's bicep.

"Yes, sir."

"You wear it well. Let's get our orders in and you can tell me what else she's been doing."

Emily, standing behind Seamus, was grinning but shaking her head at her son.

"What do you suggest we have?" Rob asked.

"Bubble and squeak with bacon and sausage on the side."

"Bubble and squeak, what's that?" Emily asked.

"Vegetables, potatoes, and mushrooms, all baked together."

"That sounds wonderful," Em replied.

Rob was looking at the menu. "I'm hungry, so I'm ordering the Full Irish."

"That's a lot of food," his mother chuckled.

"I need to keep up my strength," Rob replied.

The attractive, thirty-something, server came and took their orders. It was obvious that she was paying a lot of attention to Rob.

"You seem to be attracting the attention of the ladies. Is Áine helping with that too?" Seamus asked. Rob nodded. "Just don't go acting like a maggot," he warned.

Rob laughed. "I'm not sure what that means."

"Don't act like a jerk. Think with your upper brain, not with your flute."

"Flute meaning penis?" Emily asked.

"Exactly that. May I inquire, besides the muscle and the ladies, what else Áine has done?" Seamus asked.

"You're probably going to think I've lost my mind, but I can converse with her in my head," Rob replied.

"Two days ago, you would have been right. I saw what happened with the talisman. I'm less skeptical now. Did she tell you what actually happened to Cian?"

"The men killed him, like Erin said. I can also read and speak Irish. Leprechauns and fairies are real. I've actually seen them."

"When?" his mother asked.

"On my walk yesterday, just west of town. Áine recommended that I don't bother them. She said the human world and the good folk aren't meant to mix. So far, that's about it," Rob said.

"I'd have to agree with her. Be careful around the ladies too. Remember Cara?"

"The server at Ma Baker's?"

"That be her. She's got a boyfriend who's at least a head taller than you, weighs about twenty stone, and has a short fuse."

"I'll keep my distance," Rob agreed.

Following breakfast, Seamus suggested Emily and Rob pick up jackets. That turned out to be a good idea. With the temperature in the low sixties and a steady breeze on the water, they needed them.

Although unintentional, Rob attracted a lot of female attention on the ferry, even though he was with his mother the entire trip.

Emily was able to hear much of what the women were saying.

"What is hit the jack?" she asked Seamus.

"It means go to the bathroom," he replied. Emily laughed out loud. "Why?"

"That woman just asked Rob if he wanted to hit the jack with her."

Seamus chuckled. "Your son is in an enviable position. May I ask a rather personal question?"

"That's fine."

"Are you immune to your son's charms?"

Emily turned and looked at Seamus.

"Is this strictly between us?"

"It is," he replied.

"Two days ago, I would have been mortified if Rob had invited me to the jack. Since the thing with the talisman, I'd go with him without hesitation. I know exactly what those women are experiencing," Emily told him.

"I assume that is as taboo in the states as it is here?" he asked.

"It is."

"The story goes that there is no guilt or jealousy in the women," he said.

"I can only speak for myself, but I feel no guilt about my son. If Rob decides to take her up on her offer, it won't bother me at all. Seamus, does that shock you?"

"Not in the least. I'm not asking to pry into your business. As an amateur historian I'm curious about what Áine and the talisman actually do."

"Rob said that he and Áine are one now. They communicate by thought. Besides what he's already told you I know little more. Until last night, Rob had never been with a woman. He was the best, most amazing lover, I've ever had. He said Áine was coaching him. Rob also told me that he now has the ability to choose whether he is fertile or not. Built in birth control, I guess. Now you know everything I do. Please keep it between us?" Emily requested.

"Most assuredly," Seamus agreed.

The rest of their day was spent sightseeing. Rob continued attracting attention from the ladies but was careful not to touch them. Once back in Carlingford the three went to a new restaurant pub for dinner.

"Tomorrow is our last day," Emily began. "What did you have in mind for us?" she asked Seamus.

"My granddaughter, Penny, suggested just letting you see the beautiful countryside. She's off tomorrow and offered to show us some of her favorite places."

"Are you sure Penny being around me won't be a problem?" Rob asked.

"I watched you today. You do attract the ladies, but you conducted yourself in a gentlemanly manner. Penny is an adult, so what she does or doesn't do is her choice and her business."

"I agree with most of that, but the attraction is much stronger than you realize. It's almost like not having a choice." Emily told him.

"It's forced?" Seamus asked.

"No, not at all. It's lust, pure and simple," Emily advised.

Seamus looked at Rob. "You make women lust after you?"

"Sir, I don't make them do anything. Áine said that if I touch them they get randy. I don't know what they experience otherwise, but I don't intentionally cause it," Rob said.

"It's lust. All I have to do is be near him or see him," Emily explained.

"All you have to do is say no," Seamus replied.

"Possibly, but I don't want to say no. I want to rip off my clothes and take him right then and there," Emily said.

"Does Penny know about Áine?" Rob asked.

"She knows of the legend, but as far as I know, not about how you fit into it."

"You could tell her what happened and warn her about what we've talked about. She can make her own decision about going," Rob suggested.

"Or, if it genuinely worries you, tell her we declined her offer. That way the decision is on us," Emily suggested.

Seamus thought for a moment.

"I'm not going to put this on you. I'll go by the hotel this evening and talk to her. You're both agreeable if she still wants to come along?" Seamus asked.

"We are," Rob agreed.

Following dinner, they agreed to meet up at eight am at the hotel the next morning. Seamus rode with them back to the hotel and went looking for Penny as Rob and his mother went to their suite.

"Mom, I'm going to shower."

"Need any help?" his mother asked smiling.

"I suppose you could wash my back," he replied.

Both undressed quickly and headed to the bath.

*****

Seamus walked to the hotel desk and rang the bell. Penny stepped up a moment later smiling at him.

"Hi Pap. How's the tour going?" she asked.

"Interesting. Can we chat in private for a few?" he asked.

Penny turned back toward the office. "Katie, I need you to cover the desk. I'm taking my break," she called.

"Covered," Katie called back.

Penny led her grandfather out to the patio where they were alone.

"Rob and Emily have accepted your offer for tomorrow, but I need to warn you about something before you commit," Seamus told her.

"Warn me?"

"How much do you know of the Áine story?"

"That she helps old men find ladies, but I don't think she's much good at it," she chuckled.

Seamus told his granddaughter of the legend and filled her in on what had occurred with the talisman two days earlier. She listened intently, but assumed he was pulling her leg.

"So, Robert is now a ladies man?" she asked grinning.

"Very much so. You'll likely be very attracted to him."

"Pap, I'm more likely to be attracted to his mother."

"You're a leasbach?"

"I like men and women. I don't remember the Gaelic term for that," she admitted.

"I don't either. I just wanted to warn you ahead of time."

"I'm a big girl, Pap."

"I know. Still want to do it?" he asked.

"Sure, maybe Áine will fix me up with Emily."

"Put in a word for me too," he said smiling.

*****

Following the playful shower Rob led his naked mother to the bed.

"Áine is going to teach me how to eat you," he told her, placing pillows at the head of the bed for her to lean back on.

"I'm liking Áine more every day," Em said getting on the bed.

Rob crawled up between his mother's outstretched legs smiling and began by kissing the inside of her thighs. He spent several minutes kissing his way up as she watched his every move. By the time he neared her labia she was already breathing heavily.

As his tongue touched her moisture for the first time she moaned.

'Interesting,' Áine said.

'What?' Rob thought.

'I sometimes get feelings from women when I do this. Your mother not only enjoys being eaten, she fantasizes about eating pussy as well.'

'Mom eats pussy?' Rob thought.

'Not yet, but she wants to,' Áine told him.

Áine had Rob edging his mother for a long time before ever guiding him to her clit. Her pelvis was already steadily rocking when he finally sucked her clit into his mouth. His mother's hands grasped his head as the first wave went through her.

"Ohhhh!" she grunted as the spasms began.

Emily rode her son's face as she bucked for a full minute before holding him back from her overly sensitive pussy. She continued with shudders for another minute before relaxing again.

Rob knelt between his mother's legs and put the head of his cock at her opening then with a gentle shove slid in easily.

"Ohh," she sighed.

Her son began a slow, easy in and out. It didn't take long before his mother was matching her movement with his. When he felt she was close, he erupted into her.

"Uhhhhh," she nearly screamed as her orgasm struck suddenly.

Emily grabbed her son's ass pulling him in as deeply as she could. In a moment, both relaxed, smiling and content.

"How did I do for my first time?" Rob asked.

"I certainly have no complaints," she grinned. "I do need you to let me up so I can pee. Thank you Áine."

Rob got off the bed and saw an envelope under the door. It was a note from Penny.

'Seamus and I will be in the lobby at 8 tomorrow. Wear walking shoes. Penny'

"Mom, Penny is going. We meet them at 8:00."

"Okay," she replied from the bathroom.

'Tomorrow you're getting your first redhead, and mom's getting her first taste of another woman's pussy,' Áine told him.

'If she wants to. I'm not pushing her into anything,' Rob replied.

'Your partners experience no guilt, shame, or jealousy. It's a fantasy for Emily. All you need to do is let it happen, assuming Penny is open to it.'

'Fine, but I'm not pushing Penny either.'

'Maybe just a wee bit?' Áine asked.

'Not even a wee bit. Áine, I'm just not like that.'

'But you will share her if Emily wants, won't you?'

'You're putting the cart before the horse.'

'Lad, you underestimate yourself.'

"Rob, it's still early. I'd like to go see what a pub is like in the evening," Emily suggested.

"Ma Baker's?"

"No. That's where Cara, the one with the big, short fused, boyfriend works."

'I'm with Emily. Stay away from Ma Baker's,' Áine agreed.

"Good point."

Rob and his mother spent the next few hours at Taafes Castle Pub. With a mostly male clientele, Emily spent a lot of time dancing. Rob got some of the female attention but mostly kept to himself. He enjoyed seeing his generally reserved mother having fun.

*****

Emily woke her son with a nice leisurely blowjob. They showered then dressed for the day.

Seamus and Penny were waiting on them when they entered the lobby. After brief greetings, they walked to the car. Penny tossed a blanket in the boot as everyone climbed in. Penny and Emily were in the front seats with Penny behind the wheel. Penny and Emily were chatting the minute they were on the road. Seamus and Rob sat quietly in the back looking out their windows. Penny drove for about thirty minutes before stopping in a small town for breakfast.

The constant conversation continued between the two women all through breakfast. Rob and Seamus gave each other smiling glances as they watched them.

Back on the road, Penny stopped twice in the next ninety minutes to show them landmarks and scenic views.

"I'm amazed at how much Em knows about our history," Penny told Rob as she sat next to him on a log at an overlook.

"Did she mention what she does for a living?" Rob asked.

"No. She didn't mention it."

"She teaches high school history."

"I'd find it difficult to concentrate if she were my teacher," Penny admitted.

Rob chuckled. "The students have nicknamed her Ms. MILF."

"It fits," Penny said looking at her admiringly.

'It's going to be an interesting night,' Áine told him.

Just after noon they stopped in another small town and ordered lunches to go. A short time later, in a meadow of wildflowers, Penny spread out the blanket she had brought along for a picnic. While reaching for something, Penny's hand brushed Rob's for the first time. She flushed immediately and looked at him wide eyed for a second before turning to her grandfather.

"I thought you were pulling my leg," she said.

Seamus and Em both laughed.

"You told her about Áine?" Rob asked.

"She's my granddaughter, I had to warn her," Seamus replied.

"Does his touch do that to you?" Penny asked Em.

Em smiled, then put her hand on her son's forearm. Penny watched as Em immediately began to flush. Penny placed her hand touching both and her flush deepened as she continued watching Emily.

Seamus took off his flat cap and looked at the picture on the front. "Thanks for nothing, Áine," he said.

'Penny, this is Áine. Tomorrow, after we leave, how about you give Seamus a little loving?'

Penny's eyes went wide, and she looked at Rob.

"Was that...?"

"Áine," he told her.

Penny smiled. "It will be my pleasure," she assured Rob.

They made several more stops on the return trip, each as beautiful and special as the others. Even Seamus was impressed by his granddaughter's choices.

"Will you two join us for dinner this evening?" Emily asked when they got back to the hotel.

"I'm afraid you've all worn me out today. I'm off to the pub for a pint then headed home for the night. I would like to say farewell before you leave tomorrow," Seamus replied.

"I'll join you, but I'd like to run home to freshen up first," Penny said.

"Lobby at six then?" Emily asked.

"Sounds wonderful," Penny replied.

Penny hugged Emily, kissed her grandfather on the cheek, then looked hesitantly at Rob before giving him a hug. Seamus chuckled as he saw his granddaughter's flush.

"We're planning on leaving at ten tomorrow," Rob told Seamus.

"I'll pop in before that," Seamus said, then headed for Ma Baker's.

Rob and his mother went back to their room. Emily seemed unusually quiet. Both showered and changed clothes then headed to the lobby bar at about five thirty for a glass of wine.

"You've been quiet," Rob told her.

"Have I?"

He took his mother's hand and smiled at her sudden flush.

"There's a lot of sexual tension between you and Penny. It's fine if you act on it," he said.

"It was that obvious?"

"Very obvious. Go for it, mom."

"I've never been with a woman," Emily admitted.

"But you want to."

"Will you stay with us?"

"I will if you both agree. I don't want to interfere."

"I want both of you. I suspect Penny does too," his mother told him.

Penny joined them a few minutes before six and they left for PJ O'Hare's. Penny seemed to know everyone, much as her grandfather had. As always, Emily was a real attraction to the locals, and the attraction between Penny and Emily was still obvious. It was about eight when they headed back toward the hotel.

"Penny, I'll have Rob pick up a bottle of wine if you'd join us in our suite for a nightcap," Emily offered.

"I'd love to," Penny replied.

As they walked into the lobby, Rob was walking behind them. He reached out and put one hand on each of their arms.

"You two go ahead. I'll get the wine and join you shortly."

"Uh, okay," Penny said, as both women flushed from his magical touch.

It took Rob less than ten minutes to pick up the wine and glasses. Stepping into the suite he found his mother and Penny in a lip locked embrace. They didn't stop what they were doing as Rob poured three glasses and set theirs on the coffee table in front of them. He said nothing as he sat in one of the chairs a few feet away.

The women parted to take a sip of their wine. His mother looked at him and smiled before turning back to Penny.

"Aren't you uncomfortable in all of those clothes?" Emily asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," she replied as she stood and pulled her shirt off over her head.

Emily stood and looked at her son. "A little help with my buttons, please."

Rob moved to her and began unbuttoning the back of her dress as Penny continued to undress. Both women were quickly only wearing panties and bras. Rob returned to his chair and the women sat back on the couch. They each took another drink then returned to where they'd left off.

Their bras were tossed aside minutes later, revealing two very different, but beautiful, sets of breasts. His mother's were a bit larger than Penny's perky ones with her small nipples. When Rob saw his mother suck one of Penny's breasts into her mouth, his cock rose to full stature.

'Relax, it gets even better,' Áine told him. 'Take them to the bed but stay out of it for now.'

Rob walked to them and took them by the hands. They were flushed even before he touched them. He walked them to the bed and released their hands. Without a word they climbed onto it and returned to what they were doing. Rob brought their wine glasses and put them on the bedside table.

Penny was the first to go for the pussy. Initially she pushed Emily's gusset aside to finger her but soon had her panties off and was tonguing her. Emily tugged at Penny's panties and had them off in no time. It took only a minute before they were eating each other with Penny on top.

'Undress, you're up,' Áine told him.

Rob was naked in seconds and crawled up between his mother's legs. Penny saw him and raised up so that she was sitting on Emily's face. Rob put his cock to his mother's opening and pushed it in to the base. Emily moaned into Penny's pussy.

"Do I get some of that too, or is it just for your mother?" Penny asked as he fucked his mother.

"Oh, there's some for you too," Rob assured her.

"She's got me close already," Penny said leaning in to kiss him.

The moment their lips met, Penny stiffened and moaned. Seconds later her pelvis began rocking on Emily's face as she came. She lifted off quickly as her pussy became too sensitive, then rolled off onto the bed.

"You're fucking my dinner, you know," Penny advised.

"Want it back?"

"Please."

Rob pulled out and knelt next to his mother's face as Penny moved in between Emily's legs and returned to licking her.

"I liked it," Emily told him grinning then took her son's cock into her mouth.

'Let's have a bit of fun. Watch Penny when you cum,' Áine told him. A couple of minutes passed, and Rob still hadn't cum. 'Do I have to do everything myself?'

Rob suddenly exploded into his mother's mouth catching him and his mother by surprise. As always, when his cum entered her, his mother came. Penny came at the same instant. Both women were moaning from the sudden, unexpected orgasms.

"What the hell was that?" Penny asked.

"Orgasm," Emily chuckled. "I suspect Áine had something to do with it. Thanks, Áine."

'My pleasure.'

"She's here too?" Penny asked, sitting up.

"She's always with me," Rob said.

"How long afore you can get that guy up again?" Penny asked, pointing at Rob's now limp cock.

'Áine, can you help me out here?' Rob thought.

His cock rose to full stature in seconds, as Penny watched in amazement, then quickly got on her hands and knees beside Emily. Emily sat up to get a close up view of her son fucking the young Irish redhead.

When her son got up behind Penny, Emily took his cock and lined him up at the opening. Penny cooed as he easily slipped inside her and began a slow in and out. Emily's fingers played gently with the girl's clit as her son fucked her.

"May I have a taste?" his mother asked looking up at him.

Rob pulled out and his mother took his pussy flavored cock into her mouth and sucked it clean. She pulled off and guided him back into Penny.

While rubbing Penny's clit with her fingers, Emily spit on the girl's asshole then began teasing it with the tip of a finger of her free hand.

"Uh, that's virgin territory there," Penny warned.

Emily gently pushed the tip of her finger inside, causing Penny to moan softly. As Rob continued using her pussy, Emily began pushing her finger in and out of Penny's ass. Penny was soon pushing back for more. It only took a few minutes before Penny's arms gave out and her upper body collapsed onto the bed. Her hips and thighs began jerking and she grunted with each wave of her orgasm. Rob was holding her hips up as he and his mother continued their assault.

"No more. Please, no more," she pleaded.

Rob exploded into her pussy and Penny screamed into a pillow as a second and even more intense orgasm consumed her. Her entire body trembled as Rob released her and let her drop onto the bed.

Emily leaned forward and sucked her son's pussy and cum coated cock into her mouth. His cum instantly triggered his mother's orgasm and soon both women were lying exhausted on the bed. Rob got off the bed and took a sip of wine smiling.

'Not bad for a novice,' Áine told him.

'Thanks,' he thought.

*****

Mother and son walked into the lobby a little before ten the next morning. Penny grinned as they approached her at the desk.

"Good morning," she beamed.

"Good morning," both replied.

"Thank you for everything. We had a wonderful visit," Emily told her.

"You're both welcome back anytime," Penny said smiling, then walked from behind the counter and hugged Emily. She turned to Rob and grinned. "If I hug you am I going to get all... you know?"

"I'm afraid so," Rob replied.

"I can always rub one off, I guess," she said hugging him.

Penny's eyes widened as she began experiencing an orgasm. Rob held her in his arms to steady her. It was nothing huge, but large enough to be obvious to Seamus who had just walked up to them. He grinned and looked at Emily.

"Seamus, thank you," Emily told him, handing him an envelope with money and a sizable bonus.

"I assure you, the pleasure has been all mine. Safe travels to you."

Emily hugged him then kissed his cheek leaving lipstick where she kissed.

Penny, now still flushed, but recovered, stepped back behind the counter.

Rob turned to Seamus. "Thank you," he said offering his hand.

Seamus looked at Rob's hand then up at his face.

"Is it safe?" he asked cautiously.

Rob chuckled. "Perfectly safe. You have lipstick on your cheek, by the way."

"I may never wash that cheek again," Seamus said taking Rob's hand.

*****

The drive back to Dublin was quiet. Neither spoke much, thinking about what an amazing trip this had been. The next morning, after they had settled into their seats on the plane, Emily looked at her son.

"I feel bad that Áine never found Seamus a girlfriend."

"She did. That's all taken care of," he replied smiling.

Emily just smiled.

*****

There was a quick knock on his door then Penny walked in. Seamus, looked up from his chair at her.

"I brought you some biscuits," she said.

"Well thank you."

"I also brought something else," she told him.

"What's that?"

"A gift from Áine."

Seamus' jaw dropped as his granddaughter took off her long sweater, revealing she wore nothing under it.

Seamus grinned. "Thank you, Áine," he said.