The Plane Ride
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."
"And?"
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.
"Sorry."
"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."
"Yeah."
"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 i****t.
"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.
We walked quickly back to the plane. I could tell that my mother really wanted to get dressed again. I couldn't blame her for that.
As my mother briskly walked toward the shore, she accidentally slipped on a wet rock and landed flat on her ass. Her bottom landed directly on an even bigger rock, making her scream out loud. The pilot and I quickly rushed to my mother's aid. My biggest fear was that she injured herself seriously, but that wasn't the case.
It was nothing more than a hard (and painful) fall. No injuries. I helped her up, and her bottom was so sore that she could barely walk. So, I did what any good son would do, and I let her wrap her arm around me to help her walk.
Normally, helping my mother walk would have been totally innocent. But on that day, I felt her soft bare breast and large brown nipple pressing tightly against me.
"I hope you'll always remember this," she said, as we walked towards the plane.
"What do you mean?"
"Seeing me naked all day. Feeling my boob against your skin. It'll never happen again. Not in a million years. So enjoy, while you still can."
She leaned heavily on me as she limped. There was a playfulness and seriousness to her voice. It was her way of trying to be in good spirits. And it was just her sense of humor.
"You'll never get to see me naked again either," I joked back.
She simply smiled.
By the time we walked past the beach, and onto the shallow water where the plane was, the pilot opened the door to a big wall of heat. Inside the plane was blazing hot. We left the door open for a while, in hopes that the air inside would cool down.
"We should just go," my mother said. "I really need to sit down. I can deal with the heat. We can put our swimming clothes on later. I can barely move my legs right now."
At that moment, it seemed like the smart decision given my mother's (minor) injury from the fall. We got in the plane and I helped my mother to the seat. She insisted that I sit next to her so she could squeeze my hand, to help take her mind away from the soreness in her ass. The hardness of the seats didn't help either. It was tough for my mother to sit on, with her sore bottom.
The plane started and the engines were incredibly loud. The plane vibrated and it felt like we were sitting on top of a washing machine. Minutes later, we were in the air, on our way back to the main island.
My mother leaned her head against my shoulder as we held hands. It was a nice feeling to share with my mother, in some oddly sentimental way. But, of course, I couldn't resist looking down to stare at her naked body. It was irresistible. My eyes feasted on her breasts, her large brown nipples, her legs, and her pubic hairs. She was the perfect milf as far as I was concerned.
"Can you believe what we saw?" she asked, with her head on my shoulder. "I've seen many different customs around the world, but that was unusual."
"Yeah, I know."
"Did it make you uncomfortable?"
"Sure, a little."
"But you never turned away. You watched the entire time."
I thought of a quick excuse. "Well, we came to learn new things."
"Were you aroused?" she asked bluntly. "I looked down and saw that you were hardening, and I saw that you tried to cover it up."
Before I could answer, our plane hit some heavy turbulence in the air, causing the decades old plane to rattle in the sky, which was kind of scary. There was a lot of shaking and vibrations. Surprising, it caused my naked mother to give a heavy groan, and I thought she was getting air sickness. Her face turned blank and her mouth was slightly open. It was a look I had never seen before on my mother's face.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I don't know. I think something's wrong. I suddenly feel uneasy."
"Maybe because the plane is shaking like crazy."
"That might be part of it," she replied. "I'm burning up inside."
She sat upright and we looked at each other.
"Let me get a bag for you, in case you need to throw up."
"I'm burning in here," she said, pointing to her vagina.
"Oh," I replied, unsure of how to react.
"Those herbs I drank earlier. I finally realized what it was for. It's a natural stimulant for the mother & son to continue their sexual practices for the day. I'm such an idiot for drinking it."
"You couldn't have known," I replied, trying to make her feel better.
"Well, now I'm paying the price for it."
The plane shook again as we encountered more turbulence. My naked mother gasped and groaned. She tightly pressed her hand over her vagina.
"God it hurts," she said. "It's aching. I feel like it's burning."
The mood became tense. I became worried that my mother was having a serious medical issue during the plane ride.
"What should we do?" I asked. "Can you wait until we get back to the hotel?"
Right when I said that, the plane shook again, and my mother's face went blank for a moment, then her eyes & mouth were wide open.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "I can't wait. I just can't. Gosh, this is so humiliating. It's too much."
"Don't be embarrassed. It's a medical problem."
My mother suddenly grabbed my wrist and forcefully brought my hand to her hairy vagina. She used a strength I never thought she had. She meant business. And she didn't seem to mind that I was touching her pussy.
"Put your fingers inside," she demanded. "I'm too embarrassed to do it myself. You need to do it for me."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Do it before I change my mind. I need to...I need to..."
"Orgasm?" I asked hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer.
She gave a humiliated nod. "Please do it for me."
We looked in each others eyes and I could tell she was completely serious about the whole thing. She wanted me to pleasure her with my fingers. She wanted me to give her an orgasm. And I knew she was desperate. Whatever she drank during the ceremony was having adverse effects on her hormones.
Before I could do anything, my mother turned her head away, and she looked forward. She was probably too embarrassed to watch me, which was perfectly understandable given the unusual circumstance.
I used two of my fingers to rub her crotch. I felt her hair, labia, and clitoris. My mother gasped and her body reacted. It wasn't a lot of effort, but it was effective in getting the job done. My fingers moved more, and she gasped.
When I pushed my fingers inside of her wet pussy, she squirmed. Her back arched involuntarily. Her legs straightened. I saw that her toes had become stiff. Her entire body had become stiff.
"Oww!" she yelped, adjusting her posture again.
"What's wrong?" I asked, with my fingers still in her pussy.
"My butt still hurts from the fall. Can you take a look?"
She stood and turned her body to show me her naked backside, which had become dark red on the bottom. It looked pretty painful.
"It's a nasty bruise," I said. "You should be fine. We'll need to put some ice on it later."
A look of frustration came over her face when she sat down.
"I can't do this," she complained. "I can't sit down while you touch me. My bottom hurts too much. These seats are painful."
"What should we do then? Maybe you can sit on the swimming clothes?"
"That won't help with these hard seats," she replied. "Do you think maybe I can sit on your lap?"
An unusually shy demeanor was in her tone, but given the request, it was understandable. The look in her eyes showed how much she needed it (and from me of all people). How could I refuse? My mother needed help, and I was the only person who could provide it.
"Go ahead," I told her.
She looked me straight in the eyes. "This will never happen again. Ever. Don't even bring it up. Don't even think about. Are we clear?"
The shy demeanor was suddenly gone. There was a striking tone in her voice. She was confident about what she wanted, and what she needed.
"Of course."
"I'm glad you agree," she replied. "This is strictly for medical reasons only. Not for your personal enjoyment, okay?"
My mother's constant reminder was starting to get annoying.
"Mom, it won't help if you just keep talking about it."
She nodded. "Fine, but first, we need to get you hard."
My eyes widened and my cock twitched.
"What?"
"Your fingers aren't big enough to get the job done," she said. "Your erection is the only thing we can use on this plane."
It was the most awkward moment of my life. That day began as a discovery of another culture. But at that moment, it became a sexual moment with my own mother. But it was so hot that I didn't know if I could perform.
"I don't think I can," I replied honestly. "This heat is exhausting."
"I've been to enough exotic locations to understand how hot temperatures affects the human anatomy."
"Should I just use my hand? You could sit on my lap and I could, you know, keep touching you down there."
"That won't suffice. Women are biologically the same, but are often different in terms of achieving orgasms. I mostly climax during deep vaginal penetration."
Even when it came to her sexual needs, my mother was still an academic and intellectual thinker. In a weird way, it turned me on even more. I found myself becoming more excited about the idea of getting her off sexually, but I couldn't be too obvious about it.
"Okay. I'll try my best."
She thought for a moment. "Well, you were certainly aroused watching the ceremony. How about we try that?"
I nearly choked hearing my mother's offer.
"Are you offering the same thing?"
"Only if we never discuss this again."
"Aren't you worried the pilot might catch us?" I asked nervously.
"He's never bothered to check back here. He's too obsessed with looking at the ocean I suppose. Besides, this airplane is so loud, we could be screaming and he wouldn't even notice."
My mother had a great point.
"Okay...I...umm... I think you should make the first move."
"It's only fair."
I watched in complete disbelief as my mother slowly repositioned her body. She moved slowly and her lower back was stiff. It was obvious she was still hurting from falling down on her butt. Her face was positioning over my naked crotch. I waited in anticipation to see what my mother would do next.
She grabbed my cock, and it felt incredibly naughty and pleasurable. Her fingers were soft and gentle.
"Just a few licks and sucks until you get hard. Okay?"
Those words seemed surreal coming from my highly educated mother. My anticipation only grew.
"Okay."
With that said, she bent down and took my flaccid cock in her mouth. She wasted no time and immediately sucked. Her tongue moved around and licked everything. She was serious about getting me hard. She meant business. Her intent was purely sexual, and it worked. My cock quickly came to life in her warm & wet mouth. It didn't matter how hot the plane was. Her mouth was that talented.
Even more impressive was that my mother mimicked the same oral technique as the tribal mom we saw earlier. My mother did exactly the same thing, using the same hand movements, use of her fingers, lips, and tongue. It was as if my mother had been waiting to try those moves. And I got the benefits.
She looked me in the eyes while she sucked my hard cock. Even though I was already rock hard, she kept sucking for a little while longer. Maybe because she knew I was enjoying it so much. Or maybe she was enjoying it too.
I was disappointed when she finally stopped and removed her mouth.
"There," she said, holding my stiff cock in her hand. "You're ready now. Now we can begin."
There was a slight grin on my mother's face, which I had never seen before. The herbal drink had brought out a new side to my educated and respectable mother.
My mother struggled to stand upright. She moved stiffly from the soreness. She climbed on my lap and spread her legs so she could sit on my cock. I saw her pussy when she spread her legs. It was dripping wet. Her pussy was definitely ready for sex. It ached for it. I had never seen a pussy so wet before. Not even in porn.
She positioned herself over me, legs spread, then she lowered herself. My heart was pounding. As her body slowly came down, I looked over to make sure the pilot wasn't looking. My mother was right. The pilot was staring directly at the clear sky and ocean view.
I held my cock upright while my mother brought her naked body down. My cock twitched the moment it touched her labia, then again when it penetrated her wet hole. It was completely surreal. She felt like heaven. As her body continued to lower, and my cock went further inside of her pussy, the look on my mother's face changed. Her mouth opened and she released a small gasp. It was unbelievable seeing my naked mother on my lap, with my cock buried in her pussy. Her breasts and large brown nipples were right in front of my face, which only added to the intense sexual moment.
When I was all the way inside, and she was resting her entire body weight on my lap, we paused and looked each other in the eyes for a moment. Neither of us could believe what was happening.
"Now we're really experiencing a new culture," my mother smiled. "I told you this trip was going to be educational."
"Yeah. You weren't k**ding about that."
"I'm going to push my hips now," she said, with my cock buried firmly inside of her pussy. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
She wrapped her hands around my neck and gave a push, which made her gasp. It felt beyond words. She moved back and gave another push with her hips. My stiff cock gave my mother what she desperately craved.
I looked over mom's shoulder to make sure that the pilot wasn't looking. His attention was still on the open air and ocean view. Mom was right. We had total privacy to have sex on the plane.
My eyes feasted on mom's sweaty naked body. She looked upwards while she thrusted herself (maybe because she was too embarrassed to look at me). But I looked down at her naked body while we had sex. More sweat appeared on her chest. Her large nipples became even more stiff. She was definitely in an intense state of sexual pleasure.
"Oh my god," she loudly whispered, squeezing my neck tighter. "This is exactly what I need. Your cock feels so good in me."
It was unreal to hear the lust in her voice, since she had never been an overly sexual person (at least not in public). But it shouldn't have been much of a surprise since we were both in the heat of passion, with my cock in her hot pussy.
After a while, the pleasure was no longer enough for my mother. To me, it felt great. Her pussy was warm, tight, and wet. Plus I got to stare at her sexy body. But my mother needed more. She grabbed my neck even tighter and pressed her chest onto my face. I felt her nipples and sweaty breasts on my face. Then she thrusted herself even harder. Her vaginal muscles clenched. She fucked me even harder and faster, with even more vigor.
With her lips towards my ear, I could hear my mother making strange panting and moaning sounds. Sounds I had never heard before, not even in porn. It was clear that she was experiencing sexual bliss that a normal person couldn't possibly understand, all thanks to that herbal drink she had.
She struggled to speak. "I...think...I'm going to make a mess..."
That was a clear and unequivocal statement that my mother was going to squirt. Holy shit. My mother? A squirter? It was something I had to see. I had always wanted to see a woman squirt. I never would have thought the first time would be seeing my own mother do it. And it came at the right time too, since my cock couldn't take much more of her hot pussy.
My mother sat upright and continued with smaller thrusts, which came in quick succession. Her eyes clenched shut. Her lips quivered. I could only imagine how much sexual pleasure she felt.
Her vaginal muscles gave a powerful clench. Holy shit did that feel good. But I tried my absolute hardest not to cum. I couldn't. What kind of son would I be if I came before my needy mother? I held out as long as possible.
She lifted her hands in the air. She briefly ran her fingers through her hair. Then she held her hands out, which were shaking. Her lips quivered more.
Her entire body shook, and I held her hips tight so she wouldn't fall over. She made weird noises with her mouth. Her lips made different shapes, and her nose crinkled. Her eyelids were clenched really tight. Her pussy clenched even tighter, and a sudden rush of fluids gushed from her opening. She squirted all over my cock and it made a real mess on the seat, and on the floor.
After she had the explosive orgasm, her thrusts became light. A few trickles of vaginal fluids continued to leak down from her pussy.
I held her hips tight and it was my turn to cum. And what an orgasm it was. I shot a massive load of my cum into her dripping wet pussy. It was easily the best orgasm of my life, and I was positive that my mother had felt the same.
After we both came, my mother pressed her entire body onto mine. She barely had any strength left after that massive orgasm. We felt each others hot sweaty bodies. She pressed her face onto mine. We breathed heavily.
"What did we just do?" she whispered in my ear, with all her remaining energy.
"We took care of your needs. Medical emergency, remember?"
She nodded while her face was pressed against mine. "Right."
Then, the plane began its descent. We were about to land soon, but my mother didn't bother to move. It seemed as though she was about to go to sleep. I playfully gave her big nipple a soft pinch to wake her.
We got dressed. It's tough putting on a tight pair of swimming clothes when your body is covered in sweat (and vaginal fluids), but we managed. There was a huge mess on the plane where we had finished having sex.
The plane landed and the pilot was completely oblivious to our i****tous actions and hot sex.
"I accidently spilled some fruit juice," my mother said to the pilot when we were on the dock. "I promise I'll clean it tomorrow."
The pilot shrugged. "No problem. Did you have a nice nap on the plane ride? You have a stunning glow to your face."
"It must have been that herbal drink," my mother quipped.
My mother and I headed back to our room. As soon as the door closed, she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. She stripped naked. Then she stripped me naked. She led me to the shower and we washed ourselves.
She smiled, "I told you this trip was going to be educational, right?"
We kissed passionately on the mouth. Apparently, the effects of the herbal drink still lingered in my mother's body, and she needed another round of sexual relief from me.
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."
"And?"
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.
"Sorry."
"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."
"Yeah."
"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 i****t.
"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.
We walked quickly back to the plane. I could tell that my mother really wanted to get dressed again. I couldn't blame her for that.
As my mother briskly walked toward the shore, she accidentally slipped on a wet rock and landed flat on her ass. Her bottom landed directly on an even bigger rock, making her scream out loud. The pilot and I quickly rushed to my mother's aid. My biggest fear was that she injured herself seriously, but that wasn't the case.
It was nothing more than a hard (and painful) fall. No injuries. I helped her up, and her bottom was so sore that she could barely walk. So, I did what any good son would do, and I let her wrap her arm around me to help her walk.
Normally, helping my mother walk would have been totally innocent. But on that day, I felt her soft bare breast and large brown nipple pressing tightly against me.
"I hope you'll always remember this," she said, as we walked towards the plane.
"What do you mean?"
"Seeing me naked all day. Feeling my boob against your skin. It'll never happen again. Not in a million years. So enjoy, while you still can."
She leaned heavily on me as she limped. There was a playfulness and seriousness to her voice. It was her way of trying to be in good spirits. And it was just her sense of humor.
"You'll never get to see me naked again either," I joked back.
She simply smiled.
By the time we walked past the beach, and onto the shallow water where the plane was, the pilot opened the door to a big wall of heat. Inside the plane was blazing hot. We left the door open for a while, in hopes that the air inside would cool down.
"We should just go," my mother said. "I really need to sit down. I can deal with the heat. We can put our swimming clothes on later. I can barely move my legs right now."
At that moment, it seemed like the smart decision given my mother's (minor) injury from the fall. We got in the plane and I helped my mother to the seat. She insisted that I sit next to her so she could squeeze my hand, to help take her mind away from the soreness in her ass. The hardness of the seats didn't help either. It was tough for my mother to sit on, with her sore bottom.
The plane started and the engines were incredibly loud. The plane vibrated and it felt like we were sitting on top of a washing machine. Minutes later, we were in the air, on our way back to the main island.
My mother leaned her head against my shoulder as we held hands. It was a nice feeling to share with my mother, in some oddly sentimental way. But, of course, I couldn't resist looking down to stare at her naked body. It was irresistible. My eyes feasted on her breasts, her large brown nipples, her legs, and her pubic hairs. She was the perfect milf as far as I was concerned.
"Can you believe what we saw?" she asked, with her head on my shoulder. "I've seen many different customs around the world, but that was unusual."
"Yeah, I know."
"Did it make you uncomfortable?"
"Sure, a little."
"But you never turned away. You watched the entire time."
I thought of a quick excuse. "Well, we came to learn new things."
"Were you aroused?" she asked bluntly. "I looked down and saw that you were hardening, and I saw that you tried to cover it up."
Before I could answer, our plane hit some heavy turbulence in the air, causing the decades old plane to rattle in the sky, which was kind of scary. There was a lot of shaking and vibrations. Surprising, it caused my naked mother to give a heavy groan, and I thought she was getting air sickness. Her face turned blank and her mouth was slightly open. It was a look I had never seen before on my mother's face.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I don't know. I think something's wrong. I suddenly feel uneasy."
"Maybe because the plane is shaking like crazy."
"That might be part of it," she replied. "I'm burning up inside."
She sat upright and we looked at each other.
"Let me get a bag for you, in case you need to throw up."
"I'm burning in here," she said, pointing to her vagina.
"Oh," I replied, unsure of how to react.
"Those herbs I drank earlier. I finally realized what it was for. It's a natural stimulant for the mother & son to continue their sexual practices for the day. I'm such an idiot for drinking it."
"You couldn't have known," I replied, trying to make her feel better.
"Well, now I'm paying the price for it."
The plane shook again as we encountered more turbulence. My naked mother gasped and groaned. She tightly pressed her hand over her vagina.
"God it hurts," she said. "It's aching. I feel like it's burning."
The mood became tense. I became worried that my mother was having a serious medical issue during the plane ride.
"What should we do?" I asked. "Can you wait until we get back to the hotel?"
Right when I said that, the plane shook again, and my mother's face went blank for a moment, then her eyes & mouth were wide open.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "I can't wait. I just can't. Gosh, this is so humiliating. It's too much."
"Don't be embarrassed. It's a medical problem."
My mother suddenly grabbed my wrist and forcefully brought my hand to her hairy vagina. She used a strength I never thought she had. She meant business. And she didn't seem to mind that I was touching her pussy.
"Put your fingers inside," she demanded. "I'm too embarrassed to do it myself. You need to do it for me."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Do it before I change my mind. I need to...I need to..."
"Orgasm?" I asked hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer.
She gave a humiliated nod. "Please do it for me."
We looked in each others eyes and I could tell she was completely serious about the whole thing. She wanted me to pleasure her with my fingers. She wanted me to give her an orgasm. And I knew she was desperate. Whatever she drank during the ceremony was having adverse effects on her hormones.
Before I could do anything, my mother turned her head away, and she looked forward. She was probably too embarrassed to watch me, which was perfectly understandable given the unusual circumstance.
I used two of my fingers to rub her crotch. I felt her hair, labia, and clitoris. My mother gasped and her body reacted. It wasn't a lot of effort, but it was effective in getting the job done. My fingers moved more, and she gasped.
When I pushed my fingers inside of her wet pussy, she squirmed. Her back arched involuntarily. Her legs straightened. I saw that her toes had become stiff. Her entire body had become stiff.
"Oww!" she yelped, adjusting her posture again.
"What's wrong?" I asked, with my fingers still in her pussy.
"My butt still hurts from the fall. Can you take a look?"
She stood and turned her body to show me her naked backside, which had become dark red on the bottom. It looked pretty painful.
"It's a nasty bruise," I said. "You should be fine. We'll need to put some ice on it later."
A look of frustration came over her face when she sat down.
"I can't do this," she complained. "I can't sit down while you touch me. My bottom hurts too much. These seats are painful."
"What should we do then? Maybe you can sit on the swimming clothes?"
"That won't help with these hard seats," she replied. "Do you think maybe I can sit on your lap?"
An unusually shy demeanor was in her tone, but given the request, it was understandable. The look in her eyes showed how much she needed it (and from me of all people). How could I refuse? My mother needed help, and I was the only person who could provide it.
"Go ahead," I told her.
She looked me straight in the eyes. "This will never happen again. Ever. Don't even bring it up. Don't even think about. Are we clear?"
The shy demeanor was suddenly gone. There was a striking tone in her voice. She was confident about what she wanted, and what she needed.
"Of course."
"I'm glad you agree," she replied. "This is strictly for medical reasons only. Not for your personal enjoyment, okay?"
My mother's constant reminder was starting to get annoying.
"Mom, it won't help if you just keep talking about it."
She nodded. "Fine, but first, we need to get you hard."
My eyes widened and my cock twitched.
"What?"
"Your fingers aren't big enough to get the job done," she said. "Your erection is the only thing we can use on this plane."
It was the most awkward moment of my life. That day began as a discovery of another culture. But at that moment, it became a sexual moment with my own mother. But it was so hot that I didn't know if I could perform.
"I don't think I can," I replied honestly. "This heat is exhausting."
"I've been to enough exotic locations to understand how hot temperatures affects the human anatomy."
"Should I just use my hand? You could sit on my lap and I could, you know, keep touching you down there."
"That won't suffice. Women are biologically the same, but are often different in terms of achieving orgasms. I mostly climax during deep vaginal penetration."
Even when it came to her sexual needs, my mother was still an academic and intellectual thinker. In a weird way, it turned me on even more. I found myself becoming more excited about the idea of getting her off sexually, but I couldn't be too obvious about it.
"Okay. I'll try my best."
She thought for a moment. "Well, you were certainly aroused watching the ceremony. How about we try that?"
I nearly choked hearing my mother's offer.
"Are you offering the same thing?"
"Only if we never discuss this again."
"Aren't you worried the pilot might catch us?" I asked nervously.
"He's never bothered to check back here. He's too obsessed with looking at the ocean I suppose. Besides, this airplane is so loud, we could be screaming and he wouldn't even notice."
My mother had a great point.
"Okay...I...umm... I think you should make the first move."
"It's only fair."
I watched in complete disbelief as my mother slowly repositioned her body. She moved slowly and her lower back was stiff. It was obvious she was still hurting from falling down on her butt. Her face was positioning over my naked crotch. I waited in anticipation to see what my mother would do next.
She grabbed my cock, and it felt incredibly naughty and pleasurable. Her fingers were soft and gentle.
"Just a few licks and sucks until you get hard. Okay?"
Those words seemed surreal coming from my highly educated mother. My anticipation only grew.
"Okay."
With that said, she bent down and took my flaccid cock in her mouth. She wasted no time and immediately sucked. Her tongue moved around and licked everything. She was serious about getting me hard. She meant business. Her intent was purely sexual, and it worked. My cock quickly came to life in her warm & wet mouth. It didn't matter how hot the plane was. Her mouth was that talented.
Even more impressive was that my mother mimicked the same oral technique as the tribal mom we saw earlier. My mother did exactly the same thing, using the same hand movements, use of her fingers, lips, and tongue. It was as if my mother had been waiting to try those moves. And I got the benefits.
She looked me in the eyes while she sucked my hard cock. Even though I was already rock hard, she kept sucking for a little while longer. Maybe because she knew I was enjoying it so much. Or maybe she was enjoying it too.
I was disappointed when she finally stopped and removed her mouth.
"There," she said, holding my stiff cock in her hand. "You're ready now. Now we can begin."
There was a slight grin on my mother's face, which I had never seen before. The herbal drink had brought out a new side to my educated and respectable mother.
My mother struggled to stand upright. She moved stiffly from the soreness. She climbed on my lap and spread her legs so she could sit on my cock. I saw her pussy when she spread her legs. It was dripping wet. Her pussy was definitely ready for sex. It ached for it. I had never seen a pussy so wet before. Not even in porn.
She positioned herself over me, legs spread, then she lowered herself. My heart was pounding. As her body slowly came down, I looked over to make sure the pilot wasn't looking. My mother was right. The pilot was staring directly at the clear sky and ocean view.
I held my cock upright while my mother brought her naked body down. My cock twitched the moment it touched her labia, then again when it penetrated her wet hole. It was completely surreal. She felt like heaven. As her body continued to lower, and my cock went further inside of her pussy, the look on my mother's face changed. Her mouth opened and she released a small gasp. It was unbelievable seeing my naked mother on my lap, with my cock buried in her pussy. Her breasts and large brown nipples were right in front of my face, which only added to the intense sexual moment.
When I was all the way inside, and she was resting her entire body weight on my lap, we paused and looked each other in the eyes for a moment. Neither of us could believe what was happening.
"Now we're really experiencing a new culture," my mother smiled. "I told you this trip was going to be educational."
"Yeah. You weren't k**ding about that."
"I'm going to push my hips now," she said, with my cock buried firmly inside of her pussy. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
She wrapped her hands around my neck and gave a push, which made her gasp. It felt beyond words. She moved back and gave another push with her hips. My stiff cock gave my mother what she desperately craved.
I looked over mom's shoulder to make sure that the pilot wasn't looking. His attention was still on the open air and ocean view. Mom was right. We had total privacy to have sex on the plane.
My eyes feasted on mom's sweaty naked body. She looked upwards while she thrusted herself (maybe because she was too embarrassed to look at me). But I looked down at her naked body while we had sex. More sweat appeared on her chest. Her large nipples became even more stiff. She was definitely in an intense state of sexual pleasure.
"Oh my god," she loudly whispered, squeezing my neck tighter. "This is exactly what I need. Your cock feels so good in me."
It was unreal to hear the lust in her voice, since she had never been an overly sexual person (at least not in public). But it shouldn't have been much of a surprise since we were both in the heat of passion, with my cock in her hot pussy.
After a while, the pleasure was no longer enough for my mother. To me, it felt great. Her pussy was warm, tight, and wet. Plus I got to stare at her sexy body. But my mother needed more. She grabbed my neck even tighter and pressed her chest onto my face. I felt her nipples and sweaty breasts on my face. Then she thrusted herself even harder. Her vaginal muscles clenched. She fucked me even harder and faster, with even more vigor.
With her lips towards my ear, I could hear my mother making strange panting and moaning sounds. Sounds I had never heard before, not even in porn. It was clear that she was experiencing sexual bliss that a normal person couldn't possibly understand, all thanks to that herbal drink she had.
She struggled to speak. "I...think...I'm going to make a mess..."
That was a clear and unequivocal statement that my mother was going to squirt. Holy shit. My mother? A squirter? It was something I had to see. I had always wanted to see a woman squirt. I never would have thought the first time would be seeing my own mother do it. And it came at the right time too, since my cock couldn't take much more of her hot pussy.
My mother sat upright and continued with smaller thrusts, which came in quick succession. Her eyes clenched shut. Her lips quivered. I could only imagine how much sexual pleasure she felt.
Her vaginal muscles gave a powerful clench. Holy shit did that feel good. But I tried my absolute hardest not to cum. I couldn't. What kind of son would I be if I came before my needy mother? I held out as long as possible.
She lifted her hands in the air. She briefly ran her fingers through her hair. Then she held her hands out, which were shaking. Her lips quivered more.
Her entire body shook, and I held her hips tight so she wouldn't fall over. She made weird noises with her mouth. Her lips made different shapes, and her nose crinkled. Her eyelids were clenched really tight. Her pussy clenched even tighter, and a sudden rush of fluids gushed from her opening. She squirted all over my cock and it made a real mess on the seat, and on the floor.
After she had the explosive orgasm, her thrusts became light. A few trickles of vaginal fluids continued to leak down from her pussy.
I held her hips tight and it was my turn to cum. And what an orgasm it was. I shot a massive load of my cum into her dripping wet pussy. It was easily the best orgasm of my life, and I was positive that my mother had felt the same.
After we both came, my mother pressed her entire body onto mine. She barely had any strength left after that massive orgasm. We felt each others hot sweaty bodies. She pressed her face onto mine. We breathed heavily.
"What did we just do?" she whispered in my ear, with all her remaining energy.
"We took care of your needs. Medical emergency, remember?"
She nodded while her face was pressed against mine. "Right."
Then, the plane began its descent. We were about to land soon, but my mother didn't bother to move. It seemed as though she was about to go to sleep. I playfully gave her big nipple a soft pinch to wake her.
We got dressed. It's tough putting on a tight pair of swimming clothes when your body is covered in sweat (and vaginal fluids), but we managed. There was a huge mess on the plane where we had finished having sex.
The plane landed and the pilot was completely oblivious to our i****tous actions and hot sex.
"I accidently spilled some fruit juice," my mother said to the pilot when we were on the dock. "I promise I'll clean it tomorrow."
The pilot shrugged. "No problem. Did you have a nice nap on the plane ride? You have a stunning glow to your face."
"It must have been that herbal drink," my mother quipped.
My mother and I headed back to our room. As soon as the door closed, she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. She stripped naked. Then she stripped me naked. She led me to the shower and we washed ourselves.
She smiled, "I told you this trip was going to be educational, right?"
We kissed passionately on the mouth. Apparently, the effects of the herbal drink still lingered in my mother's body, and she needed another round of sexual relief from me.
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