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Plane Ride with Mom


It was supposed to be a learning experience.

My mother was a fairly well-known anthropologist (which basically means that she studies mankind.) She teaches at a prestigious university and she has even hosted a few notable documentaries over the years. She was an actual explorer, traveling to exotic locations with a film crew for the world to see.

During my summer break from college, my mother was in the early stages of another documentary. She didn't get the funding for a film crew yet. She just wanted to test the waters, to see if an interesting documentary could possibly be made. Her colleague had been sending her pictures of a small islands, where the scenery was gorgeous, and the local inhabitants were unique.

The place had never been filmed by a documentary crew before. Naturally, my mother wanted to be the first. Since I had nothing better to do, she decided to drag me along.

I really didn't mind. It sounded like a lot of fun being able to explore an exotic location. Safety was never in doubt. The locals were known for being friendly. And we would have a personal guide with us. It was supposed to be a fun and educational adventure for us.

But of course, things don't always go according to plan...


The main island was breathtaking as I expected. Bright blue skies. Clear blue water. Tropical heat. Since it was known that my mother wanted to make a documentary there, the local government provided us with a small plane for free, just for us. Their attitude was; if my mother made the documentary, then tourism would go up, and they would make a lot of money.

We relaxed in our tiny hotel after we had arrived. We were still exhausted from traveling from America, then down to the coast of South America, then taking another small plane to the main island. Rest was much needed.


8 am the next morning. The weather was already blazing hot. We ate a quick breakfast and we dressed light. We only brought a small camera.

We headed to the plane when we were ready. It was one of those small amphibious planes that floats on the water and was tied to the dock. It was an incredibly old plane, which was understandable since the ride was free.

The trip was private for me, my mother, and the pilot (who was also our guide). He was a middle aged man, at least in his early 50's. He was from a nearby city, and he spoke decent English. Overall, he was a really nice guy.

We met the pilot on the dock, by the plane, and we made small talk. He asked how our stay was, and my mother was emphatic about how much she loved it.

"We get undressed now to go to other island, okay?" the pilot said casually, like it was no big deal.

My mother gave him an uncomfortable look. "No, it's fine. I'm okay with wearing a tshirt and shorts."

The pilot gave a confused look in return. "It's the rule of the island. All visitors must be unclothed. The indigenous people of the island will not trust you. They will not accept you. Clothes are foreign to them."

"I've been to many places around the world, and I've visited many tribes. Wearing clothes was certainly never an issue for any of them."

"This group is different," the pilot explained with a thick accent. "They are very religious with strict beliefs. They will never accept foreigners who are dressed like you. It is not natural to them."

"How come I was never made aware of this?" my mother asked, almost in an angry tone.

"I assume you knew. Everyone around these parts know what the rule is."

My mother thought for a moment. "Can you give me a second with my son?"

She turned to me with a concerned look on her face and pulled my arm. We walked on the dock, back to the shore. My mother was visibly upset.

"I can't believe this is happening," she said with a peeved voice. "This has never happened before. I can't believe no one told me about this."

"Well, look on the bright side, we're on a beautiful island. Let's just stay here and go swimming. It's no big deal."

She shook her head. "God, this is so disappointing."

There was a look of frustration on her face. Being the first to document the island really meant a lot to her. And now, that goal was quickly fading.

"Maybe there's an exception," I said. "Maybe we could wear our swim clothes. Something small. Maybe that won't be such a big deal to the locals."

"Would you be okay seeing me like that? In my swim clothes?"

"Yeah, sure."

"What if we were required to remove it?" she asked, almost with a hesitation in her voice, knowing things were getting weird.

"I guess we'll figure it out if that happens."

"But what if it actually happened?"

I shrugged. "It's up to you."

My mother stood silent for a moment. Thinking. Conflict was all over her face and I had never seen her struggle so much before.

"I'll have the pilot take us to the island," she said. "We'll go in our swimming clothes. Hopefully it'll be fine. If not, we'll figure things out."

We went back to the pilot. My mother explained our stance regarding nudity. Her tone was authoritative, like she was demanding, rather than asking questions. It was the strong side to my otherwise feminine mother.

The pilot agreed, and we had a compromise.

My mother and I quickly went back to our small hotel to wear our swimming clothes. Naturally, it only took me a few seconds to strip down and put on my swimming trunks. My mother took several minutes in the bathroom. When she finally came out, she was a bit nervous, but she tried to be brave.

I tried not to show it, but I thought she looked good in her two-piece bathing suit. She had the body of an average middle aged woman, which wasn't a bad thing, since I had always been attracted to older woman.

"Don't laugh," she said with a frumpy look on her face.

"Why would I? You look great mom. Seriously, you do."

"Get the camera, and let's go."

I had the feeling that she didn't believe me. But I was being honest with her. I thought she looked sexy. She did her best to act confident with her scantily clad body, and I couldn't help but admire the view.

We went to the plane, and we knew it was going to be an interesting ride. There was plenty of space for me and mom. There were six seats total and some space to stretch our legs. The seats were hard and painful to sit on. It was also incredibly hot and we began to sweat after the door had closed. But it was a free private plane ride, so we couldn't complain.

There was nothing to do during the hour long flight. The engines were noisy, so we didn't bother talking. It was uncomfortably hot. I took a few glances at my mother's bare legs, which were pretty nice. Her thighs had an irresistible mature charm to them. I didn't glance at her breasts that much, or else she might have caught me.


Our eyes looked in amazement at the small island. It was beautiful. Untouched by modern civilization. The locals came to the beach, waiting for us, as our plane stopped on the shore. All of them were naked. There was at least 10 of them waiting to greet us.

"Wait here," the pilot said. "I be right back."

After the plane had settled on the water, he exited the cockpit, wearing only a small pair of swimming trunks. We watched as the pilot headed to the beach and greeted the locals. They spoke in a language which we couldn't understand. It sounded like a friendly conversation. All of them were smiling.

Moments later, the pilot came back to the plane. He opened the door and he looked like he had some good news.

"The people here are very excited to meet you both," he said. "They are very happy for this arrival."

"Great," my mother happily replied. "I look forward to meeting them."

As my mother got out of her seat and tried to leave the plane, the pilot quickly put his hand up, stopping her.

"No clothes allowed," he said adamantly. "That is their culture."

A shocked look appeared on my mother's face.

"But they seemed fine when you went in your swimming trunks."

"That is only to the beach. To enter their land, you must be bare. Land is sacred here. Nudity is their culture. Otherwise, they do not trust you."

She shook her head. "There has to be an exception. Can you ask them again? I'm sure they'll understand."

"I ask many times. They don't change their mind. I even explain that you are mother and son."


The pilot nodded. "They like this very much. They say you come on the right day. There is something special planned. A ceremony."

"What kind?" my mother asked curiously.

"I do not know. But they like you to come watch. It is very important day in their culture."

There was an immediate look on my mother's face. I had seen it before. It was the kind of look my mother had when she was in pursuit of something. Whatever was happening on that island, my mother needed to find out.

"Can you give us a few minutes?" my mother asked the pilot.

"Sure. Yes. Think about this. If not, we go back."

With that, the pilot closed the door and waited outside the plane.

There was an undeniable tension between my mother and I. Things were awkward. And I knew exactly what my mother wanted to do.

"How do you feel about this?" my mother asked me.

"I think I know what your plan is."

"Which is?"

"You want to do it," I replied. "You seem desperate to discover what's happening on that island."

"It could be groundbreaking. We'll be the first westerners to explore it. Who knows how many centuries this culture goes back. Who knows what archaeological discoveries we may find."

"Should you be the first to say it? Or should I?"

My mother took a deep breath. "I think we should get naked."

It was the comment I expected to hear. But once she said it, it was surreal. The look in my mother's eyes was determination. She was willing to do whatever it took to get on that island- including getting naked with me.

"I'm willing to do it also, I mean, since it's so important."

"Are you sure?" she asked, with a tiny hint of hesitation. "I'm fine with human nudity because I've been around it my entire career. But I don't want things to be awkward between us."

"I'm not exactly a prude when it comes to nudity or sex."

"So you want to go?"

I shrugged. "Frankly, I'm starting to get interested in all this."

She gave me a playfully sharp look. "So you weren't interested before?"

"I was, kind of. I was mostly interested in the vacation. But whatever is going on in that island, it sounds interesting. I'd love to see it."

"So would I."

"What next?" I asked.

"That's the big question. But we already know the answer."

The tension between us reached uncomfortable levels.

"Who goes first?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow. "Same time?"

"That's the only fair option I guess."

She paused. I could tell she was getting nervous about the whole thing. And so was I.

"Great," she said hesitantly. "You go first."

"Me? I thought we were going at the same time?"

"You're a man. That means you should go first."

"You're the explorer. Not me."

She gave me another sharp look. "Fine. Same time. And remember, this is for educational purposes only. We're here to discover new anthropological findings."

The nervous tension lingered in the air. Our eyes were locked, seeing who would go first. But for a long moment, neither of us made a move.

When I finally reached down to touch my swimming trunks, my mother wrapped her fingers underneath her small top. It finally sunk in that I was about to see my mother's bare breasts, followed by her totally naked body. In a weird way, it was really exciting.

After a deep breath, I pulled my shorts down in a swift motion to reveal my cock. I had never felt so exposed in my life. There was a pounding feeling in my chest from the nerves and the exhibitionist feeling of exposing myself to my mother.

My mother hesitated with her own top. Her stared at my cock, as if she was in disbelief over what she was seeing. Her fingers remained on her top.

"Well?" I said.

She snapped back to reality. "Of course."

With a swift motion, she pulled her top away and I saw her breasts. I was immediately turned on. Her breasts were average sized. They sagged, which was normal for her age. And frankly, there's nothing hotter than a mature woman's body, at least in my opinion. I saw her large brown nipples harden before my very eyes, maybe because of the exposure, or maybe because she was aroused.

What made the scene even sexier was that her chest was glistening from her sweat, since the plane was so hot. I couldn't take my eyes away.

"You're staring inappropriately," she said in a motherly tone.


"Remember, this is for anthropology. We need to act professionally."

I looked away, and when I did, I heard my mother remove her bottom. At that point, I normally would have had a raging hard erection, but it was much too hot for that. The heat had drained my sex drive, which saved me from unnecessary embarrassment.

"Let's go," she said. "We don't have all day."

My mother took the lead and headed for the door. I followed behind, getting a great view of her naked ass. When she opened the door and stepped into the ocean water, I had a perfect view of her naked body, which glistened under the bright sunlight. I saw everything clearly. Her mature body was amazing. There was no doubt about it.

The pilot turned his attention towards us and admired my mother's nudity, which I couldn't blame him for. Any man would have done the same.

"You make a good decision," the pilot smiled. "Very good."

With that, the pilot reached down and pulled his swimming trunks off, standing naked like we were. Nudity was obviously no big deal to him. He put his swimming trunks in the cockpit of the plane, then closed the door.

"Come," he said. "Follow me. We go now."

The pilot took the lead, and my mother and I followed from behind. I occasionally took glances at my mother's nakedness as we walked towards the shore. She had nice legs and a cute butt. I couldn't imagine what she must have been thinking. But I figured it was tough for her to be naked around me.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked her.

She turned to look at me. "I'm fine. I'm used to adapting to different environments. This is obviously unusual, but we'll be okay. Remember, it's all for the sake of anthropology."


"How about you?" she asked in return. "I hope this isn't too bad for you. Especially since you have to look at my bare body."

"Why would I mind that?" I smiled.

She smiled back. "Now I'm starting to worry. You're enjoying this a little too much."


The locals were extremely welcoming to my mother and I, especially since we were outsiders who wanted to learn more about them. The nudity was odd at first, but I quickly got used to it. However, I don't think I ever got used to being naked around my mother. And I don't think my mother got used to being naked around me.

We were given a quick tour of the tribal area. It was in the jungle, but in the open area near a small lake. It was the kind of thing you'd see on tv, and I had never seen anything like it in real life. To my mother, it was all part of her job. She was interested in seeing everything, but it wasn't new to her. She had visited such places all over the world.

My mother spent most of the time looking around, and talking to the pilot, who was translating everything the locals were saying to her. She listened, and responded with questions of her own. She was clearly very interested in learning as much as possible.

For me, I mainly admired the nakedness of the older local women. And occasionally, if I wouldn't get caught, I would glance at my mother's nude figure. She had a desirable body, and she looked even sexier while she was doing her job. After all, what's sexier than a naked intelligent woman?

A light meal was served, and it was mostly disgusting, but I tried not to show it because I didn't want to be rude to our hosts. We sat down on long leaves while the food was being served. I sat next to my mother as we ate naked. My mother spent the entire time chatting with the locals, which was translated by our pilot. Since I sat closely to my mother, I occasionally took an up close glance at her nipples, which constantly appeared to be hard.

"Now the ceremony begins," the pilot said to us.

My mother was excited. "What's going to happen?"

"It's a ceremony to make a young male become a man. In American age, it's his 20 year old birthday. You might find this custom to be strange, since you are from America."

"I've seen a lot of things," my mother replied casually.

"In this culture, it is the mother's duty to make the son become a man," the pilot said. "She give him the first sexual experience."

Suddenly, there was a change in my mother's demeanor. She was genuinely surprised, and so was I. By the sound of things, we were about to watch a real life act of incest.

"So it's the mother's duty to make the son become a man?"

"Yes," he replied simply.

"Interesting. I've encountered other cultures with slightly similar practices."

More people came to the gathering. All of them adults. (Everyone at the gathering was over 18) There must have been at least 30 people who were watching. My mother and I sat in complete anticipation over what was to come. I'm sure my mother was purely interested from an anthropology perspective. But for me, I thought the idea was kind of hot, in a weird and twisted way.

Drums began to play as the tribe prepared for their ritual. It felt like an exciting moment, even though I had no clue what was happening.

Moments later, the young man was brought out. He appeared to be happy and in good spirits. Why wouldn't he be? He was about to receive his first sexual experience. Then out came his mother, who was much older. They were both fully naked. They stood in the center of the gathering, and everyone was watching them.

An older tribal man came and spoke some words. Our pilot was quietly translating everything into my mother's ear. I didn't really care what they were saying, I just wanted to see some unusual sex action.

Finally, the older man finished talking, then he sat down. Everyone at the ceremony was sitting, except for the mother & son, who were both standing in the center. The drums continued playing.

What came next was a moment I'll never forget.

The older woman got down on her knees and took her son's penis in her mouth. It was a jarring thing to witness. I quickly glanced at my mother, who was equally as shocked as I was. Everyone at the ceremony watched attentively as the mother skillfully performed oral sex on her son. The young man closed his eyes and groaned during his first sexual experience.

It wasn't long before he came in his mother's mouth.

The orgasm was met with the crowd applauding. The young male was officially a man, at least by their customs.

A celebration followed, where everyone stood, music played, and people danced. The mother & son were given a special drink during the festive atmosphere.

"What are they drinking?" my mother curiously asked the pilot.

The pilot asked one of the locals, which led to a brief conversation.

"He say it's a special herbal drink," the pilot said. "He say you're welcome to try it. The drink is for everyone who wants it."

My mother had a curious look on her face, and I knew she wanted to try it. She was never afraid of trying new things. She asked me if I wanted some, and I declined.

A small cup of the drink was offered to my mother, which she gladly accepted. When she drank, there was a sour look on her face, but she tried to be polite about it. The locals laughed at my mother's facial expression.


By mid afternoon, we decided to leave before it got dark.

We said our 'goodbyes' to the locals, who were extremely friendly with us. They welcomed us back, but I wondered whether my mother would want to return, since she would have to be naked with a film crew.

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