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There were birthday gifts from relatives and friends, a half-eaten cake bought by Mom, and delicious food prepared by her. However, there were no friends or relatives. The only person present there to celebrate my 18th birthday was my mom, Carina.
The reason was Mom and I had just relocated to an isolated community deep in the mountains after she won a government grant to study the indigenous tribe. Since she didn't want to live alone in a remote area, I decided to take a gap year and come with her.
After dinner, we went for a walk near a small lake behind the house. We enjoyed these walks as the summer weather was pleasant and the clear blue sky sparkled with stars. She sat down on a rock near the lake and opened a can of beer she was holding in her hand.
"I know you're going to try it sooner or later, but I want you to try it in front of me. I don't want you to drink behind my back. So take a sip."
Sitting down beside her on the rock, I shook my head and said I didn't want it.
"Go on, take a sip. It won't hurt you." She placed the can on her knee on the jeans.
So I took it from her and gulped down not one but two big swigs.
"Remember, don't drink with your friends. If you want to drink, drink at home. Don't be like your father. If he hadn't gone out to drink with his friends that night, he'd be still with us here today." Mom reached out and took the beer from me and wiped the can with her T-shirt.
"He was driving, so it wasn't his friends' fault," I chimed in as I felt the rush of the beer.
She turned her face toward me and stared into my blue eyes with her blue eyes, but didn't say anything.
We stayed there for around 15 minutes talking about everyday things before returning.
The next day when I came back from grocery shopping, I saw Playboy and Juggs magazines on the table in the living room. I doubted the shops in this small town sold them, besides they were old issues, so Mom most probably bought them before we came here. I had seen Playboy at my friend's place, but never in my house. Since Mom was in her room, I quickly flicked through them.
"I got some magazines for you. Take them to your room." I heard her voice as she came out of her room in her usual long skirt and shirt, ruffled my blond hair, and went straight to the kitchen.
I just stood there as I wasn't sure whether she really wanted me to take those magazines. But when she didn't come out of the kitchen for three or four minutes, I grabbed them and rushed to my room.
A couple of days later, it was Friday, we were walking after dinner near the lake, when she asked: "Wanna swim, Liam?"
"Yes."
"Go." She untied her blonde hair and sat down on a rock.
I took off my T-shirt but kept my shorts and underwear on and jumped into the lake. I thought she wasn't planning to swim, but around 10 minutes later, I saw her swimming some feet away from me.
Since it was dark and she was in the water, I was able to make out only her head and face. Then saw her coming out of the water and hurriedly walking on the sand in a bra and panties. As she was putting on her jeans and shirt, I, too, got out of the lake. When we reached home, I noticed her shirt was clinging to her wet bra. However, I quickly averted my eyes as I didn't want her to catch me.
For the past two years, we have been going on hiking trips, cycling, or long drives on Saturdays. So the next day, we packed lunch and went for hiking. We were coming back from the trail and sweating like hell when Mom took a detour and began walking to the lake.
"It's so hot today." And to reiterate that point, she began taking off her top with her back toward me. Then, without hesitating for even a second, she took off her jeans, revealing her five-foot and seven-inch body to me. She was three inches shorter than me.
I was obviously aware that Mom was tall, that she had long legs, and she was a full-figured woman, but watching her toned legs, her shapely thighs, her ample ass partially hidden under her blue panties, and the white skin of her smooth back contrasting with her blue bra strap was something else. She didn't look 39 years old from any angle.
Without even glancing at me, she entered the water and began swimming. I took off my T-shirt and even my shorts and jumped into the lake in my underwear. Since she was swimming a little far from me and was underwater below her neck, I was struggling to see her, but my luck changed when she shouted it was time to go back home.
I was putting on my shorts over my wet underwear when she came out of the water.
Her long blonde hair was wet and pushed back, her cleavage was hidden under the blue sports bra, but the shape of her big breasts was clearly visible, and while the blue panties were covering her pussy, her bare thighs and legs were glowing in the sun. She picked up her clothes and, coming near me, told me I shouldn't have put on my clothes as the house was right there and now my shorts would get wet.
I thought she would put on her clothes, but she cupped her breasts with both hands, adjusted her bra right in front of me, and started walking to the house in just her bra and panties. When we reached home, she went into her room and changed into jeans and top.
The next afternoon, I was in my room when she knocked on the door and asked me whether I wanted to go for a swim. I immediately said yes and got up. This time, she took off her top and jeans near me, revealing her full cleavage as the bikini top had a plunging neckline. As soon as she hit the water, I took off my clothes, adjusted my erect cock, and joined her.
In the lake, she swam near me, and we even threw water at each other. She then signaled with her hand, and we came out of the lake, and she sat down on a rock. Fortunately for me, she had brought towels today as I was wearing underwear and not swimming trunks and was aware that I had a hard-on, so I grabbed a towel, sat down, and put it on my lap. Meanwhile, she sat there in her bikini top and panties.
She opened one beer for herself and one for me and started talking about her work.
The whole scene was like a dream, unbelievable. Just two days ago, she was dressing in the most prudish manner, and today, she was barely wearing anything but, more surprisingly, was so comfortable. She lifted her arms and tied her long blonde hair in a bun, either without realizing how that simple act was making her buxom boobs pop out more or how appealing her underarms were looking or realizing it but doing it anyway. Besides, the bra was revealing the shape of her nipples, but she made no effort to hide them. Then she lifted her leg to her chest, giving me a full view of her smooth ass. As if that wasn't enough, she decided to torture me more. When we were talking, she put her palms on the rock and leaned back like a model posing for a magazine. She sat there with her legs wide apart with a beer in one hand. The sight of her sitting there with her legs open and showing the faint lines of her pussy without any shame drove me and my poor cock wild. We stayed there for around 20 minutes and she showed me nearly every inch of her voluptuous body. The only small mercy was she didn't take my towel or ask me why I had it on my lap as that would have made it difficult to hide my raging cock.
After taking a shower, she came out of her room in a sarong and a shirt whose top two buttons were open, and she wasn't wearing a bra as her cleavage was bare and her nipples were protruding through the material.
"I should wear these kinds of clothes in this weather. They are airy and comfortable." I saw her walking to the kitchen swaying her ass. Then she stopped just inside the kitchen, placed one hand on the wall, leaned back, and, peeking from inside, said: "Now that's what's called a nice piece of ass."
Before I could reply, she winked at me and disappeared.
Three days later, she asked me to get a box from the car as she was carrying books and other stuff. When I came back with the box, she asked me to put it in her room.
Then, after changing into jammies and a top and making a cup of coffee, she again called me and told me a local colleague had invited both of us tomorrow to attend the tribe's biggest festival and she had also given us costumes to wear.
"What do you mean costumes?" I walked to the box.
"Open it, let's see." She too came near the box.
When I opened the box, all I saw were some things with feathers around them. Mom put her coffee cup on the table and started picking one thing at a time, spreading them on the bed.
One was obviously a bra. The under cup was made of white feathers and the upper cup had feathers painted in orange. And it had very thin white straps. The other looked like a skirt. It had a thick belt and long strings of white flowers hanging from it. Then there were what looked like armbands and headwear and something shaped like underwear. There was also something that had a thin belt and long strings but only in the front and the back, leaving the sides of the legs and the thighs completely uncovered.
"What's all this?" I stared at the things in genuine confusion.
"Well, this is...well, you know what this is." Mom put the bra aside.
"This is a skirt," she said as she lifted the white flower thing. "I've seen the photos. They wear them during their main festival. Wait, I'll show you." She took the bra and skirt to my room. "And the other skirt is for you, try it." I heard her shouting from the room.
"Skirt?" I thought to myself as I looked at the strange thing on the bed. "I'm not going to wear a fuckin skirt," I told myself.
When she came back, she was in that bra and skirt. Now, bras have straps that run down straight to the front. This one, however, had straps that went to the sides, leaving her cleavage completely bare.
