In February of 2018, my husband Ray and I were feeling a little washed up where we lived in Michigan so we decided to move to a new city and start over. We decided to choose where we move to based on who gets a job first. Well, I got a job in Thailand as an English teacher. We had been planning to move at the end of the summer after Ray graduates from his Master's program, but my new position required me to move by April because the Thai school year begins in May. We decided I should move first, look for our new place, and start my job.

We spent a week a budgeting, packing and figuring all the logistics out. All that was left was to break the news to our families. I went to my mom's house for dinner one night to tell her. We've always been pretty close, because I was an only child and my biological father was a lot older than she was (16) and fell off the grid as soon as he found out she was pregnant with me.

After dinner we sat on the couch with red wine, and I told her our plans. She took it surprisingly well. I think she'd been able to tell over the last few years that we weren't going anywhere with our lives and were starting to sink into depression. We talked about my life and dreams for a while as we drank more wine. At one point she stopped talking and looked at me for a long time. I didn't really know what to make of it, but then she just sat up straighter and said, "Well, for your parting gift, I'm going to get you a gym membership for the next few weeks you have left here. I mean, you're going to be running around in bikinis all the time when you're there." She stumbled into the next room and came back with her laptop and credit card.

I was dying laughing. "What the fuck Mom, are you body-shaming me?" I laughed into her shoulder. Then I had an idea. "Get yourself a membership too! You know I'll never stick to a workout routine without someone to hold me accountable."

"Oh, what the hell." My mom, now very drunk, purchased us both a six week intensive workout program complete with personal trainers. And we actually stuck to it! We were feeling so fit and confident by the end of the six weeks.

The last week before my flight to Thailand, we were eating dinner at my mom's house when she said that she had been thinking she should move to Thailand with me, just temporarily until Ray was able to move. We thought about it, and it made sense. I'd be all alone in a country where I didn't know the language. She (slightly drunk again) bought a plane ticket that night, and it was settled.

Once we arrived in Thailand, it didn't take long to settle in. Everything is very cheap there, so we could afford to live at a higher level. We found a modern house with a pool in the backyard for cheaper than our rent back in Michigan. I still had a few weeks before the school year started, and my mom and I spent most of it going to the beach and or lying out by the pool. We quickly learned we did not own enough swimsuits for how much we were swimming. My mom, who had started following a lot of Thai Instagram influencers, happened to win a giveaway for a mystery bundle of bikinis.

When the bikinis arrived, we decided try them on together. We each took a bikini and went into separate rooms to change. The only thing was we didn't realize these bikinis were all micro bikinis! I thought mine was completely unfinished as I was putting it on. The top was just the outline of a triangle, completely exposing my nipples. The bottoms were basically just one skinny strap around my hips and another strap the same width going through my pussy and buttcrack. I cracked open the door. "Uh…Mom? Is there something wrong with your bikini?" I asked, at the same time I heard her start laughing. "Honey, come look at this!" We both came out of our rooms, bent over and laughing and trying to cover our parts at the same time. My mom's bikini was just as extreme as mine, and I could see all of her. We immediately started sifting through the pile of other bikinis we got, only to confirm that they were all indeed extremely tiny micro bikinis of varying designs and cuts.

After trying on a couple other bikinis, my mom and I eventually gave up going into separate rooms to try them. "We're already seeing everything there is to see," she said. So we started just changing in front of each other, with only a brief time where we were really naked. I was kind of surprised how natural it felt as we tried on different suits and checked ourselves and each other out, even though that was nothing like what it was like growing up. We were just both very matter of fact about it. Then we got even more comfortable around each other. Instead of kind of bending over and hiding different parts as we changed, the time we were naked in between trying bikinis got longer. We would walk over and look at our phones, sit on the couch, talk, etc. When I tried on a slingshot bikini, I had to get my mom's help because I got confused by the straps. She kind of ran her hands up and down my sides and adjusted all the straps. It was very casual, but she would briefly run a fingertip along my nipple or at the very tip of my clit as she moved the straps around me to get them to all be lined up evenly. I was starting to get really horny, and just looking at her mostly naked and myself equally exposed really wasn't helping.

Then we brought out the tequila as well as started smoking weed (also extremely cheap in Thailand). We got increasingly drunk and high as we tried on different suits and taking pictures until we got so faded that we decided to just veg out by the pool. We both picked from the tiny bikinis to wear and then went outside. I was lying in a deck chair and my mom was lying on a pool float on the water. I started to get really sleepy and started nodding off, although every now and then I'd open my eyes again and look at her through my sunglasses. Each time I opened my eyes, I saw that her legs would start to spread further and further apart, until I could fully see her pussy spread open wide just a few feet away from me. I don't think she could tell that I could see her, so she might have been doing it to dare herself or maybe hope that I saw. But I basically let my head fall to the side as if I actually fell asleep, at the same time letting my legs fall and opening them as wide as my mom's were.

We were quiet for about an hour just moving around in different positions where we looked like we were sleeping but really just spreading for the other person. At one point I actually did fall asleep, and woke up to see my mom, completely naked now, stretching by the pool. She smiled at me. "I just really didn't want tan lines, and plus, you've seen it all." I just smiled and followed suit, and then poured myself another drink while we passed another blunt back and forth and took more pictures. Our drunk and high selves decided to start an account on a Southeast Asian version of Instagram that didn't have any limits on adult content. We started posting a lot of our pictures there.

After a while, we got too hot and decided to go in and shower. My mom had told me about a specific shampoo and hair washing method she uses in the shower now that we were living in much more humid weather, and invited me in to take a shower with her so she could show me. So we just went straight from being naked in the pool together to being naked in the shower. This is where it got a little more sensual. We were full on stroking each other up and down everywhere as we scrubbed each other's bodies. But it still didn't really feel like we were going to start fucking or anything. We were just really comfortable with each other (and very faded) by then.

My mom got out of the shower first, which left me with the decision of whether or not I was going to walk out to the rest of the house naked once I was done with my shower. The whole day had been sensual, but we never talked about it or seemed like we were going to have sex or anything, so it felt like it could be a risk. But I was still feeling horny and bold, so I dried off and then walked out naked. Sure enough, my mom was still naked as well, sitting on the couch with one leg up revealing her pussy to me again. But this time she was really focused on her phone. She told me that in the last few hours, our social media account had blown up. We actually received an offer to have a professional photoshoot and get paid the equivalent of what my mom would have made at her job for the next five months back home if she hadn't quit and moved with me.

It was a no brainer for us. We were already fully naked around each other, there was nothing left to lose. We accepted the offer and scheduled the photoshoot for that Friday. We spent the rest of the night naked, as we cooked and ate dinner. It just became really normal. Then when we were going to go to bed, my mom suggested watching a movie in bed together. Except when I was in the bathroom and she was "choosing the movie", she ended up putting on a porn movie instead. We smoked and drank more until we started to slowly touch ourselves as we watched. That was the first time I had ever masturbated with my mom. As soon as I heard her start to gasp and climax, I immediately came as well. I barely remember most of the night but I think we fell asleep pretty soon after that.

The next morning I woke up and my mom was no longer next to me. I could smell breakfast in the kitchen. I decided to play it safe and wrapped myself in a blanket as I walked out of my bedroom. She wasn't naked, but she was wearing a thong and a see through tank top. For the rest of the week, we were either in skimpy underwear, or in one of our micro bikinis tanning by the pool, or naked. And every night we would shower together and watch porn and rub ourselves together, but never the other person.

On Friday, we went to the photoshoot location which was a private secluded area at the beach. The crew had us wear different extreme bikinis and slowly take them off of each other as they shot us. Once we were fully naked, they gave us some toys to play with. We were then instructed to use them on each other. That's when things started to really heat up and everything went from casual to sexual. We both almost immediately came from the first point of contact that wasn't ourselves. After that, it was like we were in our own world. All the built up tension from being naked around each other but not actually fucking. The crew became entirely quiet and stopped instructing us and just let us get carried away with each other. We moved from toys to our own fingers and tongues on each other, then to full on scissoring. We fucked for four hours straight.

The next day, we finally were a little uncomfortable about the whole thing. We knew that we had gotten to a point where we probably couldn't go back. And we would have to break it to Ray. We wore clothes and didn't talk to each other or spend much time together that day. Things quietened down after that—we were still tanning together in our micro bikinis, but we no longer spent all of our time naked together, masturbated at night before bed, or slept in the same bed at night.

One day when we were out, we ran into an old ex of my mom's, Jason. Turns out, Jason was visiting his son, Ryan, who had moved to Thailand a few years before us. He invited the both of us to his son's house, bragging that he had an outdoor hot tub. We brought our more modest bikinis (which were still pretty revealing by normal standards) and wore them under our clothes. We all had a good time over dinner, drinking and smoking weed, and at one point we all snorted coke as well. We were fully fucked up when we decided to get in the hot tub. Of course, Jason and Ryan were giving us shit for wearing bikinis and saying that everybody gets in hot tubs naked. So we all stripped naked and got in the hot tub. My mom started getting really flirty with Ryan, which was honestly really hot to watch considering their age gap. She made some joke that she had already "had" Jason, so this way we could both have someone who was new to us. So my mom and Ryan start making out and going down on each other while Jason and I do the same on the other side of the hot tub. But then after a while the four of us came together and it became an orgy. My mom and I ended up putting on a show for Jason and Ryan by the end, which was the next time we fully fucked each other. Again we lost control and just went at it for hours until all four of us passed out in Ryan's king bed.

After that day, we swung with Jason and Ryan at least twice a week for the rest of the summer, until Jason went back to Michigan and we started getting ready for Ray to move. After many conversations, my mom and I decided we couldn't give up what we had. We decided we were going to break the news to Ray, and invite him to join us and essentially become a throuple. We decided to ease him in by going to nude beaches the first few weeks to "show him the culture". He started getting pretty comfortable with the nudity and we began being more nude at home. Our next plan was to have my mom seduce him while I was out, and then have me walk in and join. It worked perfectly. My mom got him really drunk and high, and had already been flirting with him over the weeks of us being more naked around each other, so it was a natural transition. Then I came home as Ray was fucking my mom in the ass, doggy-style in the living room. I immediately smiled seductively at both of them and took all my clothes off. I kissed Ray on the mouth and then laid down on the floor, raising my pelvis to be directly under my mom's face. She began licking out my clit. That was enough to push Ray over the top and he yelled, "Oh, shit!" as he quickly pulled out and came all over my mom's back. The three of us fucked for the next hour or so, and after we were done we cuddled on the couch and caught our breath.

We asked Ray what he thought. He said he felt like he should feel more conflicted than he does, but that we seemed so comfortable with it and it was kind of like many guys' fantasies come true. So we told him we wanted to include my mom in our relationship, and he was fully down with it. So we all slept in the same bed and fucked together and did everything together. We also had Ryan over to join sometimes. But both my mom and I can tell that it's still the best when it's just the two of us. After several months, my mom and I started to focus just on each other whenever we all had sex together. Ray went from having two women on him to having to jerk himself off and watch us as we "performed" for him, but really for each other. We started going on trips together, waking up early and fucking by the pool, etc. Eventually it became clear that there wasn't space in the relationship for Ray, and we decided to get divorced. Ray moved out with our newborn daughter last year. My mom and I don't have any other family, so we are starting a new life together here in Thailand. I guess it's just always been mom and me.