Plane Ride with Mom - Sex Stories

Plane Ride with Mom

... 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 ...