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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 black sports bra, but the shape of her big breasts was clearly visible, and while the black 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.

“She got the size right. She came and took my size, but I wasn’t sure.” Mom bowed her head and looked at the bra.

“Are you gonna wear this?” I asked as I saw her looking at herself in the mirror with half of her well-endowed boobs popping out of the bra, her stomach completely naked, and her legs and thighs as bare as her arms.

“Why not? And why haven’t you tried yours? Just put it on.”

“I’m not gonna wear a skirt.” I shook my head.

“They all wear it, both men and women. I can show you photos if you want.”

“Show them.”

“Sometimes you’re impossible.” She went in her bra and skirt to the bookshelves and started searching for a book.

“See, all of them are wearing it.” She was right. Men, women, and children were all in skirts.

“Now please change. If there’s some problem, they can still fix it. Now go.”

“And what’s this?” I pointed at the underwear-shaped thing.

“It’s a loincloth.” She rolled her eyes.

I picked up the loincloth and the skirt and began walking to my room.

“And don’t wear the loincloth over your underwear.” I heard her shouting from her room.

“How come there’s this loincloth for me, but not for you,” I shouted back from my room.

“I forgot to ask. I’ll ask them.” I detected a bit of anger in her voice.

“It seems fine.” She nodded her head as she looked at my skirt. “Take off your T-shirt. If there’s a problem, I’ll call her and she’ll fix it.”

So, I took off my T-shirt and stood there in just a skirt.

“Is the loincloth OK? If it’s not, tell me now.”

“What do you think?” I stared at her in anger.

“Don’t be so grumpy. You’re looking very gladiator-like. They will paint our faces tomorrow, but only a little bit.”

Then she again looked in the mirror.

“OK, the sides are visible.” She came toward me.

“Is the front part visible?” She was standing before me.

“What do you mean? All the flowers are visible.”

“Not the flowers.”

She took a deep breath and put both her hands on the front of her skirt.

“Are my panties visible?”

I looked at her face in surprise, but she just stood there with a straight face, and then I looked at the front of her skirt.

“Remove your hands,” I said in exasperation.

When she removed her hands, I stared at the strings but didn’t see anything.

“No.”

“Go to the side and check if they are visible from the back.”

“What?” I asked.

“Just stand there and check.” She pointed at her bare thigh.

I went and bent down a little and saw her panties and ass peeking from the strings.

“Yes. Not a lot, but they are visible.”

“Hmm. Wait a second.” She then stood there and started thinking something. She picked up her phone and called her local colleague.

After thanking her for the clothes and telling her they were great and worth the money, she said: “You were right, the panties are fine. But I was wondering if your sister sells thongs. I think thongs would look better, especially from the back.”

After listening to her reply, she gave a thumbs-up to me and told Jenna she would be in her sister’s shop in 30 minutes.

Hanging up the phone, she put her hands on her ass. “I don’t think they are too visible. But people will dance, too, so I don’t want to flaunt my panties there. A thong is better.”

I didn’t say anything.

Coming near me, she placed her hands on my bare shoulders and saw me from head to toe.

“You are looking stunning. With these biceps, this chest, this Tarzan look suits you.” She ran her hand on my biceps and chest.

“I still think you shouldn’t wear all this,” I said.

“Oh come on. We’ll have fun and come back. You can chat with some local girls there. Think about that. Now get my clothes from your room. I’ve got to go to the shop.”

I picked up her top, jammies, and bra and gave them to her.

“This belt is fragile. All this is hand-made.” She took off the skirt in front of me, leaving her in only panties and the flower-adorned bra.

Then she put on the jammies and turning her back toward me, she took off the bra and holding it in her hand, she stretched her arm behind her and said: “Put it on the bed carefully.”

She then put on the bra and the top that I gave her minutes ago with her back toward me.

“What are you waiting for? Go change,” she ordered when she turned toward me.

“This feels odd.”

“What feels odd?” I saw frown lines forming on her forehead.

“The thing that’s inside this.” I put my hand on my groin.

“Oh, you mean the loincloth. Is it tight?” She came closer to me and looked at the front of the skirt intently.

“No, it just feels weird.”

“If it’s not tight, it’s fine. You have to wear it for only a couple of hours. Now don’t be a baby. Go change and bring the clothes here, so I can keep them properly.”

As I left her room, she said: “Y’all have to wear loincloth because guys dunno how to keep it inside. We know how to keep it inside.”

“Why should we keep it inside if there’s something good?” I retorted.

By the time I took care of my erect cock and changed, she was gone, so I threw the loincloth and skirt on her bed and came away.

The next afternoon, after lunch, we took off to her colleague’s house to get our faces painted. Since Mom knew I wasn’t very keen on paints, she assured me they would only paint a couple of lines on our faces.

It was a fairly big house built of bamboo and wood on the main road of the town. Mom’s colleague Jenna came to greet us at the door and she had paint all over her body, with a coconut tree decorated in riots of color emerging from her panties and its branches going all across her busty breasts, which were bare except for the paint. I was immediately fascinated by the artwork and her naked boobs.

She introduced us to her husband, children, her parents, and sister, all of whom had some paintwork on their bodies, but only she and her sister had on their whole body, including their ass and groin areas. She and her sister were wearing only panties. But they weren’t really visible because of the paint. Her mother, who I later found out was some sort of a leader of the community, was wearing a huge headdress and a bra made of coconut and panties of peacock feathers.

We sat down on a bench in the main room, and they served us home-brewed wine, which hit me like a bullet as that was the first time I had tasted alcohol, and that too home-brewed. But it wasn’t just me. Mom, too, shook her head a couple of times after taking just one sip.

I turned my focus to Jenna and her sister. Jenna was shorter and younger than Mom, and her rack was as big as Mom’s. I was guessing her nipples were black but wasn’t sure as they were painted violet

Her sister, Lena, who looked younger than her, was of almost the same height and had smaller breasts and her black nipples were clearly visible. On her stomach, a baby was painted. The baby’s mouth was just below her nipple as if it was drinking milk from it, and a single drop of milk was falling from the nipple to its open mouth. Its one hand, meanwhile, was on her other breast. On her back, there was an image of the goddess of strength and power.

“My dad is a very good artist and he’s very fast. I think full work on you will look good,” Jenna said to Mom.

“Yes, but maybe some other day. Today, just some light work on our faces will be fine,” Mom replied.

Jenna’s husband, who was carrying some boxes, came to say bye to us as he was heading out to help with the festival’s arrangements and said to Mom we should consider full work on our bodies.

“It won’t take too much time. I’ll ask Dad to do just on your front. He did ours, but this will take too much time. So just your front will be fine.” She pointed at herself and her sister.

“What does this symbolize?” Mom looked at the artwork on Lena.

Jenna said her sister was getting married soon, so this work wishes her healthy babies.

Mom nodded and turned her face toward me. “What do you think? Should I go the whole nine yards?”

I stared at her in response.

“Dad can make anything you want. This is a festival, so you are allowed to go crazy. You are tall, you have a good body, so give it a shot. If you are not happy, wash it off with soap. It’s not permanent.” I thought Jenna was addressing Mom, but no, she was telling me.

“No, I’m fine, but thank you.”

Wearing a skirt was already more than enough for me.

“OK, let’s do it, but only the front. I don’t want to trouble your dad too much. Just broad strokes, something that won’t take too much time is fine.”

I wanted to scream at Mom when I heard her say that, but the whole family was there, so bowed my head and stared at the floor.

Jenna’s dad got up from the chair and asked us to follow him. Mom, I and Jenna followed him to the other room where her children were playing. He collected his things, laid a sheet on the floor, and asked Mom to take off her clothes and stand in the middle of the sheet barefoot. Mom took off her jeans and top and gave them to me.

“You came prepared,” I said.

“Whaddya mean?”

“That.” I pointed with my eyes to her thong lying in the bag.

“Well, we won’t have time to go back home. I’ve brought your clothes, too.”

“Do you want something naughty?” Jenna asked Mom.

“Whaddya mean?”

“Wait, let me ask Dad.”

After talking with her dad, Jenna said: “Dad’s saying an image of the devil will look good on you.”

“Does he think I’m a devil?” Mom and I looked at her dad, who was probably in his early 50s.

“Noooo. It’s a devil who ravishes women. He’s saying it doesn’t take much time and, since you are tall and curvaceous, it will look good.”

“Yes. Whatever.” Mom stepped on the sheet in her bra and panties.

“Tie your hair and wear this shower cap.” Jenna handed her a purple shower cap.

Mom put the shower cap between her legs and, raising her arms, she tied her long blonde hair in a bun. As she did this, I noticed I wasn’t the only one staring at her bare stomach, her voluptuous boobs, and hairless armpits. Jenna’s dad was watching, too.

“And take off your bra but leave your panties on. He’ll paint your chest.”

“Do I have to?” Mom’s eyes darted between Jenna and me.

“Yes, he needs to paint.” Jenna left the room as her mother was calling her.

Mom took off her bra, gave it to me, and stood there, displaying her breasts and her pink nipples.

“At least cover them,” I said.

“How do I cover them when he’s going to paint them? Good I shaved. Imagine standing here with hair everywhere.”

While she was talking, I saw Jenna’s children watching Mom, probably because they had never seen a white woman or a woman with pink nipples. Mom raised her arm slightly and said hello to them.

Jenna’s dad picked up his paints and everything else and, standing before Mom, looked at her from top to bottom, made an OK sign with his fingers, and started working near her neck.

Jenna came back with her sister and told Mom a woman had come to get her body painted. She said her dad was painting customers until four in the morning and then spent around six hours in the morning painting Lena, her sister. Since nearly everyone in the neighborhood wants him, he’s most busy this time of the year.

“He did this in six hours?” I asked as I was genuinely surprised given the effort that must have gone into it. He had painted nearly every inch of their bodies, including the whole groin area and their bums, and maybe even inside their panties, but I didn’t ask that.

“It took more than six hours with me. Yesterday, from morning to evening, I was in this room.” Jenna then translated it for her sister.

Her sister told Mom he likes working on women who are tall or heavy at the top, like Jenna or you, as he gets more area to work on.

Jenna said: “He works only on women because, he says, men have no taste and too much hair. He doesn’t like hair at all. He simply refuses anyone who has hair. Every festival, I’m caught between my dad and my husband. Dad doesn’t like hair and my husband doesn’t like a plain field. In your country, people shave, but not here, and Dad says it spoils his work. He’s crazy. That’s why I told you yesterday to shave.

“But he surely doesn’t paint there, right?” Mom pointed at her groin with her eyes.

“He does it if you want him to. Let me ask him.”

Before Mom could say anything, she started talking to him. He stopped his work, looked at Mom’s groin area, and said he could do it, but it would take time. Before Jenna could say anything, Mom told them it was fine, she didn’t want it. Jenna’s dad replied today there wasn’t much time, so maybe some other day. Both Mom and I heaved a sigh of relief.

Mom stood there with her hands on her hips, her legs apart, and Jenna’s dad painted the devil’s tale across her breasts and, in the process, touched and moved her busty boobs, but she appeared to be unconcerned by that or that she was standing there wearing only panties.

Watching Mom standing before me nearly naked with her pink nipples looking straight at me was making the life of my cock worse.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?” I heard Jenna saying, but it took me a while to realize she was asking me as I was lost watching her dad holding one of Mom’s tits in his hands and painting the other.

“No.”

“Why? Don’t you like girls?”

“Of course, I do.”

“You are unlike your mom. From what she has told me, it looks like she enjoys going out. This is the first time I’ve met you.”

“What has she told you?” I crossed my legs and gave Mom a sideways glance.

“That she likes meeting...” Just then her sister said something to her, so she stopped midway.

“Lena’s saying you too get dressed, so I’ll decorate your face. This way you’d save time,” Jenna said.

“Can’t you paint me like this?”

“The paint will get on your clothes. Go with Lena and change,” Mom ordered, holding one tit in her hand as Jenna’s dad painted the area around her nipple.

I got up, followed Lena to another room, and changed as she left the room to help her mom. When I came back, I was wearing that loincloth and the skirt.

“Don’t wear the skirt right now. Stand on this.” Jenna placed a sheet on the floor.

“But I only want my face decorated.” There was panic in my voice.

“Yes, I know. Take off your skirt, or it will get paint all over it.”

“OK, one second.” I took a step to go back to the other room, but she stretched her arm out and asked me to give her the skirt there only.

“Just do what she says. Don’t be such a baby,” Mom said.

“Yes, be like Carina. See how much fun she’s having.” Jenna pointed at Mom who was standing with her hands on her head as he painted her rib area.

“You wore it the wrong way. I’ll adjust it.” I saw Jenna looking at my loincloth as I took off my skirt.

“I’ll do it,” I protested.

“No problem, it needs slight adjustment,” she assured me.

Thankfully, she was blocking Mom’s view, and her dad had his back toward us, or it would have made the already very odd situation weirder. She loosened the knot slightly and made the front flap that was hiding everything a little longer.

“There you go. How did you learn to wear it?”

“I just guessed it.”

“Not bad at all. Now I’ll apply oil to your skin to make it shine. You have a good body, so let it shine.”

With that, she picked up a bottle, and kneeling on my side, started applying oil on my leg and thigh and then went to the other side and repeated the process on the other leg and thigh.

“It feels funny,” I said.

“If my husband sees me, he’ll get very angry.” She massaged the oil on my inner thigh.

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t like me putting oil on other men.”

She went behind me and started applying it on my butt cheeks. The loincloth had a flap in the front but on the back, it had just a thin string over my hole, which meant my cheeks were completely naked. Her dad, who was painting Mom’s stomach, saw her kneeling behind me and massaging my ass, but he ignored it.

I saw Mom was watching me standing there a couple of feet away in a loincloth and getting all oiled up, and she saw I was watching her standing there in panties getting painted. She smiled and for some reason winked at me. I only smiled back.

After covering my bums with oil, Jenny began working on my back and neck and then moved to my stomach and arms.

Her dad, meanwhile, was painting the area below Mom’s belly button. After finishing that, he pulled the waistband of her panties with his fingers and drew lines from her waist to under her panties in fast motions. Mom watched him pull her waistband and look inside her panties as he drew the lines, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she looked at me and shrugged her shoulders

I dunno how much he saw inside her panties, but he wasn’t pulling the waistband the whole way, so maybe he didn’t see all of it. His lines, too, reached only under the waistband. But even this was weird, and what made it weirder was Jenna saw him running his brush inside Mom’s panties but treated it as a normal thing.

Jenna, meanwhile, made me sit on a stool and started drawing on my face. She was standing, so her ample boobs were right in front of my face, and my eyes were glued on her busty breasts and her violet-colored nipples.

“They are black, Liam.”

“What?” I lifted my eyes and looked at her face.

“My nipples are black.”

“Are you looking at her nipples?” Mom asked from there.

“We should always look and appreciate good things,” I answered in an effort to sound profound.

“They all are fascinated by our chest,” Jenna said.

“They are,” Mom concurred.

“When I was getting the full body paint for the first time, both my brothers, who never sat with me for five minutes, sat here the whole time. They kept looking at them like a hungry cat looked at milk. And when Dad got angry because they were acting stupid, they immediately volunteered to bring coffee and cigarettes for Dad. Both Dad and Mom were laughing at their eagerness to do anything to stay here, and they finally let them stay here.”

“Stop ogling her breasts, Liam.” My mom raised her voice.

“No, it’s fine. He isn’t ogling.”

“I was just looking at the colors,” I defended myself.

“You can look at the colors.” Jenna once again bent down to continue her drawing.

By the time she finished drawing a burst of cloud on one cheek and lightning on the other, her father was giving the finishing touches to his art.

Jenna and I sat down on the bench as we waited for the paint to dry. Jenna said something to her dad and then confirmed with Mom that she was going to wear a thong. She said to Mom since she was going to wear a thong, he would draw some lines to highlight the area. She then asked the color of the thong and Mom said peach.

Her father asked Mom to put one leg on a stool and sat down on another and, when her legs were wide apart, he started drawing long lines in bright colors right from her groin area to above her knees. Because her leg was on a stool and wide apart, her pussy lips were faintly visible under the panties, but neither Jenna nor her father reacted. He simply kept painting and then repeated the process on her other leg.