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Plane Ride with Mom

... "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. ...