Deep in the Amazon rainforest of Northern Brazil, two figures belonging to two beautiful women were walking down a light brown path in the jungle towards a clearing large enough to be an ideal spot for a campsite. The figures belonged to Diana, a 43-year old light-skinned American of Brazilian descent, and her daughter, Daisy, a 19-year old light-skinned girl who looked much like her mother, but had green eyes instead of blue, was wearing no lipstick, and was slightly shorter. They both wore differing styles of safari outfits for their expedition into the rainforest but were completely covered from head to toe in light-brown mud after escaping their earlier encounter with quicksand as they were walking to their campsite. Diana spoke after they reached their destination.
Diana: “Well, here we are. What do you think, Daisy?”
Daisy: “Well, it’s not like the campgrounds we have back home in Missouri, that’s for sure.”
Daisy scanned the location of their potential campsite as she made her critique. It was noticeably smaller than the larger campgrounds back in the United States and there was no stationary grill, electricity, internet access, and some other usual amenities. There also were no bathroom facilities with showers and flush toilets. However, the clearing was located directly next to a slow-moving river that would provide fresh water for drinking and cooking with, and Diana at least brought a portable camp stove and canned food for cooking.
Diana: “Now, Daisy. I hope you realize that there won’t be any internet service or even electricity at this site this deep in the rainforest, so you won’t be able to use your phone for browsing YouTube or call and chat with your friends back home.”
Daisy: “I know that, Mom! I’m just saying that this is much different than any of the campsites we’ve been to back in the USA. It’s going to be a lot harder for us to go to the bathroom here than back home.”
Diana: “Yes, I do agree with you on that, but we’ll just put up with whatever happens for the next few days of the week. We’ll be setting up our tent and a place for us to eat here by tonight, but first, we need to wash all this mud off our clothes and bodies.”
Daisy: “Oh, I would love that, Mom! I don’t want to go to sleep tonight with mud still on my face. Did you pack any bathing suits for us?”
Diana slightly chuckled at Daisy’s suggestion to put on bathing suits.
Diana: “Oh, no need for that, sweetie! Let’s just do this instead!”
Diana then tossed aside her pith helmet and put her mud-covered rucksack down and then ran full speed and dove into the middle of the river while still wearing her safari clothes. She swam underwater a bit of the way before surfacing in the middle of the deep part of the river.
Diana: “Come on in, honey! The water feels great here!”
Daisy then tossed her own pith helmet next to Diana’s and placed her rucksack next to her mom’s and ran over and jumped into the river next to her mom with a splash. She dropped a few feet underwater before shooting back up to the surface gasping for air.
Daisy: “Holy shit, Mom! The water does feel great here.”
Diana: “Ha-ha! Don’t say I didn’t tell you so! And it seems to have washed the mud right off our bodies just like I thought it would.”
Daisy: “Yeah, it did. There’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask though.”
Diana: “Go ahead, sweetie.”
Daisy: “Why do you like to go swimming with clothes on? Doesn’t that feel a little weird?”
Diana: “Well, Daisy. I just like the feeling of wearing sopping wet clothing on my skin. Especially when I get out of the water, and they start dripping and feel heavier on me. I also like to do a little wetlook from time to time.”
Daisy: “We pretty much see you swimming in our pool while still wearing your casual clothes you wear when going grocery shopping, and we can see your tits when your shirt and bra get wet, so what’s the fucking point? You might as well go skinny dipping then.
Diana: “I can see your point about swimming naked, but I like doing this better. I know you like to show a lot more skin in public than most people do, but you don’t hear me complaining right now. There’s no kink-shaming when it’s just us together.”
Daisy: “Yeah, yeah. I know, mom.”
Both ladies continued to swim and splash around in the river until the time turned noon and Diana suggested they get out and take their clothes off to dry them in the sun while they had lunch. They wring as much water out of their wet, sopping clothes as possible and then shed them off one piece at a time. Daisy took off her cloth top first and felt her boobs flop out freely and expose themselves to the jungle air.
Daisy: “Ahh, it feels nice to let these out from time to time!”
Diana: “Yep, I know how refreshing it feels to feel the hot, jungle air on exposed skin. That’s why I picked out things that were light and breezy for our safari clothes.”
Diana had already taken her vest and shirt off and was working to undo her bra. Once it was taken off and she felt her size F breasts fall out and move freely, she began to unzip her khaki shorts and push them down her legs along with her panties. Daisy already proceeded to remove her shorts as well and revealed she wasn’t wearing panties underneath either. Once they both removed their wet socks and boots, they took their shorts off the rest of the way until they were now completely nude. They both had patches of pubic hair that were the same color as their jet-black hair, but they were noticeably trimmed and didn’t look too rough and messy.
Daisy put her safari clothes in a pile next to Diana’s and sat down on a large, flat rock. She looked over her mom’s nude body as she was laying out their clothes on a couple more flat rocks that were being bathed in the sunlight. She blushed a bit as she observed her mom’s bare ass and watched a few sweat droplets travel down and caress her bubble-shaped cheeks. When Diana bent over and Daisy got a clear view of her exposed vulva, she watched some more sweat droplets travel over her pink folds. It was like watching a lover caress her mom intimately in front of her. She snapped out of her reverie and blushed as she heard her mom talk to her.
Diana: “Daisy, you feeling okay back there?”
Daisy: “Oh, yeah. I’m fine, Mom.”
Diana: “Can you be a dear and fetch the cans of Spam and some bread that I packed in my rucksack?”
Daisy: “Okay, Mom! Be right there!”
Daisy opened and looked through her mom’s rucksack to fetch the canned food and bread, and then remembered to fish out the portable stove, some cheese, and some water once her mom asked for those too. Diana turned on the electric stove and started slicing and cooking the meat once she had finished laying out their clothes.
Daisy: “Um, how are you supposed to charge that thing when there’s no electricity here?”
Diana: “Oh, I packed a portable battery with a solar panel in my rucksack so we can keep this thing charged when we need to cook some more. It has some USB-C ports so you can charge things like your smartphone when you need them. Speaking of which, you did remember to put your phone in your rucksack like I suggested before we came here?”
Daisy: “Yes, it’s in my rucksack with the rest of my stuff.”
Diana: “Good. I didn’t want those to get ruined on our trip. Remember, we don’t have signal here, but we can at least still access GPS so we don’t get lost.”
Both women then spent the rest of the day nude having lunch and pitching up the tent before the evening hours when it turned dark and got slightly cooler. After they started a fire, cooked, and ate dinner, gathered their now dry safari clothes into the tent for the night, and took care of other “things,” they were ready to turn in for the night and start anticipating events for the next day. The temperature was still comfortable enough though, so they slept in the nude under their sleeping bags instead of dressing to save time.
The next morning, Daisy woke up when she noticed the bright sunlight through the tent walls and saw an empty sleeping bag where her mom used to be, and both piles of safari clothes left undisturbed since last night. She got up and unzipped and opened the tent door just to see Diana sitting naked on a flat rock holding an open make-up box while applying a fresh coat of red lipstick on her lips.
Daisy: “Bom dia, mamãe! (Good morning, Mom!)”
Diana: “Bom dia, querida! (Good morning, sweetie!)”
Daisy: “I’m surprised you’re still naked. I kind of thought you’d put on clothes by now.”
Diana: “Yeah, the sunlight felt nice, so I didn’t put any on right away.”
Diana blushed a bit during her reply.
Daisy: “So, what’s for breakfast, mom? I’m starving!”
Diana: “I still have plenty of bread and cheese so I could make us some grilled cheese sandwiches.”
Daisy: “Yeah, that would be great, Mom!”
The two ladies ate their breakfast, got dressed back in their safari clothes, and then they discussed their plans for the day. They looked at the GPS app on Diana’s smartphone to find an interesting point of interest they wanted to explore next. They at first couldn’t find any interesting finds in their immediate vicinity until Daisy pointed out a large cluster of strange-looking icons marked on the map northwest from the campground.
Daisy: “What do those icons mean?”
Diana: “Oh, those mean that’s a swampland over there.”
Daisy: “That would be an interesting place to go to. Did you know that swamps and wetlands play an important role in maintaining water quality and control erosion? And that they are home to a vast number of endangered animal species?”
Diana: “Oh, that’s really interesting to know. Yeah, that would be a great place to look at today. But, there’s something I want us to do before we go there.”
Daisy: “What’s that, Mom?”
Diana: “Remember when our rope broke when I was trying to save us from sinking in quicksand yesterday?”
Daisy: “Yeah, that was pretty fuckin’ scary.”
Diana: “Well, something tells me there’s going to be a lot more quicksand in that swamp. And I don’t want us to fall in and drown while we’re over there without any means of rescuing ourselves. I observed that there are a lot of strong vines hanging in the trees around here. So, I was thinking we make ourselves a new rope out of these vines that hopefully won’t break under our combined weight.”
Daisy: “Are you saying I’m fat?”
Diana: “No, that’s not what I’m implying.”
Daisy: “I’m kidding, Mom! Yes, I think that would be a good idea. How many vines do we need?”
Diana: “Oh, not a lot. We just need enough to make a strong rope out of. I’m going to get our knives and you start work cutting down the vines over near the river while I cut down the ones closer to the road.”
Daisy: “I’m right on it, Mom!”
Diana and Daisy proceeded to gather their knives, climb trees, and cut down enough vines to make their new rope. When they met at the center, they engaged in idle chit-chat while they interleaved their respective vines to form their new rope. By the time they were finished, it was already noon and they were hungry for lunch. After eating their lunch and packing everything they would need to take into their rucksacks, they were ready to hike to the swamp.
The two women travelled down the trail while listening to the wildlife and continuing their conversation.
Daisy: “Shit, this heat is intense! You’d think we’d be used to this given that we’re Brazilian and we run the heat in the house at close to 90 degrees.”
Diana: “Well, you gotta remember that we’re located close to the equator, and most of the country is in the southern hemisphere. So, it’s basically summer here. Then there’s also the humidity.”
Daisy: “Oh, that’s a good point.”
Diana: “How about we talk about something else that’s not related to climate? I’m wondering what you did at college in your freshman year there?”
Daisy: “Well, first off, a whole shitload of studying and taking tests. Nothing exciting there. I did mention Clarissa helped me out a lot with these. She’s the only black female of our group, but she is a real egghead. We all know that we probably would’ve been lost if not for her. But besides all that, we would all hang out and play video games or do some D&D together when we have free time.”
Diana: “Now, what exactly is ‘D&D,’ per say?
Daisy: “You mean you don’t know what D&D is? Dungeons & Dragons?!”
Diana: OHHH, you mean that board game I see young people play while dressed up in weird costumes I see in YouTube videos?”
Daisy: “Holy fuck, Mom! You sound like such a boomer when you call D&D a ‘board game.’ It’s called a ‘Tabletop RPG.’”
Diana was playfully taken aback when she heard her daughter call her a “boomer.”
Diana: “Boomer?! In case you haven’t noticed, I was born in 1980, young lady! If anything, I am the furthest thing from being considered a ‘boomer.’ I have heard of Dungeons and Dragons since I was a kid, but I never really understood it.”
Daisy: “Well, I can explain it fully to you, Mom.”
As Daisy explained the rules, mechanics, and almost everything else about Dungeons & Dragons, the sky turned dark and a heavy monsoon rain swept over the path they were traveling down to the swamp. The rain soaked their clothing all the way through and made their respective tops see-through. Diana could clearly see Daisy’s boobs through her top.
Daisy: “You’ve got to credit Clarissa for helping us put together our game. She makes for an amazing DM. She even used the same costume she wore at the Halloween Party we went to at the Kappa Beta Epsilon Sorority. She dressed up as a female version of Baron Samedi cause she also wanted to celebrate her Haitian Creole heritage. Too bad she wasn’t allowed to go to the party topless like she wanted. I would’ve loved to see what her knockers look like.”
Diana: “This is all going completely over my head, but I’m glad that you kids are having a lot of fun there. Was there anything you remember strongly from your D&D session that stuck out to you?”
Daisy: “Oh, oh yeah! During our session, Danny, our bard wanted to roll to get laid with a succubus witch to ‘convince’ her to give up a Talisman of Aphrodite that we needed for our quest. He rolled a nat 1, and you’re not going to believe the funniest fuckin’ thing that happened to him!”
At this point, Daisy was on the verge of laughter from her story.
Diana: “So what was the ‘funniest fuckin’ thing’ that happened to him?”
Daisy: “Well, he was immediately cursed with having a chode so he could never fully satisfy her in bed!”
Diana: “And what exactly is a ‘chode’ anyway?”
Daisy: “Would you really like to know?”
Diana: “Come on, honey! You’re talking to a woman who you told what a ‘MILF’ is and why I would be considered one. I’m sure I can handle what a ‘chode’ is.”
Daisy: “Okay then. A chode is a penis that is wide and short.”
Now it was Diana’s turn to laugh hysterically.
Diana: “WHAT?!! HA-HA-HA-HA! You mean like a fucking pinto?! HA-HA-HA-HA!”
Daisy: “Yeah, Mom! Exactly!”
Diana: “Good luck getting jiggy the ladies with that! HA-HA-HA!”
Both ladies were laughing and having a good time as they were hiking down to their destination. When they reached the swampland, they looked out across the land to find a vast field of dark grey mud with intermediate patches of grass peeking out occasionally. As they walked across the grassy knoll overlooking the swamp, they could feel the damp and soggy ground depress and act spongelike while water leaked out under their feet with each step. Though it was still 3:00 in the afternoon, the overcast sky made the area look darker as if it was evening.
Diana: “Well, here we are. Is it everything you were hoping for?”
Daisy: “Wait, this is the swamp? It’s nothing but mud!”
Diana: “Not everything is mud. Look!”
Diana pointed to a huge group of various species of birds flocking around a lone, dead tree rising from the middle of the muddy swamp. It looked like a natural pitstop for many migratory bird species passing through the Amazon. Diana and Daisy even saw a few long-legged birds standing in the mud feasting on the few fish and mollusks capable of surviving in the swamp.
Daisy: “It looks so amazing! I really wish we could get a closer look without scaring them off.”
Diana: “Well, what if we can get a closer look at them?”
Daisy: “What? Are you saying we somehow walk across this mud and get close enough to the birds so we can see them closely without disturbing their migration patterns?!”
Diana: “That’s what I’m saying, but I do have concerns about how well this mud could support us doing such a thing.”
Diana then took a nearby rock and tossed it into the mud. She watched and listened as the mud slurped and bubbled as the rock began sinking, followed by a few more bubbles popping in the depression left by the sinking rock.
Diana: “It’s just as I feared. This mud is not going to support our weight and we’re going to sink quickly unless we find a solid path underneath that we can cross.”
She put her rucksack down on the ground and sifted through it looking for some items that she could use to test the mud with. However, she kept sifting and having no luck finding anything that could be useful. Diana soon had a revelation.
Diana: “Oh, silly me! It looks like I forgot to get us walking sticks before we came here for our safari.”
Daisy: “What?! How are we supposed to find a safe path through the mud then?”
Diana: “The hard way, I’m afraid. One of us has to actually walk into the mud to test it directly and see if it’s safe to walk on without us going under. That’s where we’re going to need our rope.”
Diana then pulled their vine rope out of her rucksack and tied one end of it around her waist. She then tied the other end around Daisy’s waist.
Diana: “I’m going to wade into the mud to feel for some solid ground underneath while you stay here on this piece of land ready to pull me back up just in case I start sinking and go under. Remember, I don’t want to drown, so my life is going to be in your hands. Are you okay with this?”
Daisy gave the question some thought, then answered.
Daisy: “Yes, I’m okay.”
Diana: “Okay, I’m going to need to you to stand right at the edge next to me when you’re ready to do this.”
Daisy: “Okay, got it!”
Daisy did as she was told and stood at the edge of the knoll directly facing the central tree in the swamp. Diana took one step and stuck her right leg into the mud, which sank halfway up her shin while muddy bubbles popped around it. She then stuck her left leg into the mud after her right one and watched it sink up to her knee. She kept carefully stepping forward watching herself sink as she felt the ground underneath her slope downwards while bubbles continued popping around her body.
Diana: “I can feel myself sinking, sweetie. So be ready to grab and pull on that rope.”
She had already sunk past her hips and continually stepped forward when she felt a sharp depression and fell in.
Diana: “OH, SHI-“
Diana had no time to react when she suddenly fell into the depression and sank all the way into the mud almost instantly. Daisy shielded herself to prevent the mud from splashing on her face, then she looked on in horror as her mother’s pith helmet rested on the surface while her air bubbles burst around it.
Daisy: “Mom? MOM!!”
She wasted no time and immediately gathered the vine rope in her hands and started pulling. She pulled until she saw two muddy arms gripping for dear life on that end of the rope, followed by Diana’s mud-covered head emerging from the mud and gasping for air, and then the rest of her mud-caked body. Diana walked back onto the knoll and coughed as she recovered her air.
Diana: “Thanks for that, sweetie. That direct route is far too dangerous for us to cross. We’re going to need to find another path.”
She looked over to the side of the knoll leftwards of the direct path.
Diana: “How about we start on that side this time?”
Daisy: “Okay.”
Like with the previous attempt, Diana and Daisy stood next to each other at the edge of the knoll. Diana then made several steps into the mud and felt the ground below her slope downward. She began sinking into the mud with each step. She sank up to the bottoms of her breasts before she felt the ground eventually even out.
Diana: “Well, this looks promising so far.”
She then stepped forward two more times and noticed she wasn’t sinking any further.
Diana: “This looks solid enough, Daisy. You should come on over here next to me.”
Daisy walked into the mud following her mom’s exact same path until she was next to her. Because she was four inches shorter than her mom, the mud came up past the bottoms of her breasts when she stopped. Diana then walked straight forward hoping that the path remained solid going the same direction.
Diana: “Okay, let’s go this way.”
However, she felt the ground underneath slopping downwards. Diana was then sinking until she felt the slope angle down too sharply to stand on and slid downward into the mud.
Diana: “Okay, I’m sinking under again. This is clearly noblublblb blblblb blub blub.”
Daisy once again watched her mother submerge, and she once again grabbed hold and pulled on the rope to pull her out. Diana gasped for air as she reemerged from the mud and returned to her original starting position.
Diana: “So the ground does not continue in the same direction. We’re going to have to change direction.”
Daisy: “How about I go ahead and test this direction?”
Diana looked to where Daisy was pointing in the direction of the big tree, then she gave the good ahead.
Diana: “Okay, sweetie. We’ll try that direction. Tell me when you need to come back up if you sink.”
Daisy took a deep breath and walked forward towards the big tree with her arms spread out and above the muddy surface. At first, she felt the ground remain level as she walked, however, she worried as she felt a gradual slope downward. Not wanting to go back just yet, she continued walking forward and felt the mud climb up past her breasts and reach up to her neck. She felt the solid ground continue sloping downwards and took another deep breath as she walked until she sank past her face and up past her forehead. Diana became worried as she watched Daisy sink over her head until her pith helmet rested on the surface.
Diana: “Daisy?”
To her astonishment, she watched the pith helmet shuffle forward a little by itself, then saw a muddy arm emerge from the mud and give her a thumbs up followed by bubbles erupting in the mud as Daisy talked.
Daisy: “Iblblt’s goblblub hblblblblre! (It’s good here!)”
She then shuffled and walked back until Daisy emerged from the mud fully covered back to the starting point where Diana stood.
Daisy: “It’s much more solid in that direction. However, the path is too deep for me to keep my head above the surface.”
Diana: “That’s great, Daisy. Looks like we can keep moving after all.”
Diana went ahead of Daisy as they both trudged through the mud along the deep path. Diana and Daisy can both feel the ground go downwards as they walked.
Diana: “You weren’t kidding, sweetie. We’re going to have to take a deep breath if we’re going to cross this.”
They walked long until they could feel the ground slope up and even out again. The mud level managed to swallow Diana’s head up past her nose, but it reached up past Daisy’s face and up to the top of her hairline. Diana stopped to stand on her toes and tilt her head back to take a breath, but Daisy couldn’t do the same herself even as she stood on her toes and tilted her head back as well. Diana grew worried about her daughter’s inability to breathe, but she hoped that she would find ground that sloped upwards enough to allow them to take a breath. Her prayers were answered as they reached the other side and the ground sloped upward until they were back at chest level in the mud. Daisy inhaled a deep breath as she was finally able to breathe again.
Daisy: “Fuck, that was the longest time I held my breath ever! My lungs felt like they were on fire!”
Diana: “Well, let’s hope we don’t have to travel through anymore paths like that again.”
Both ladies continued their painstaking shuffle through the swamp mud until they finally reached a spot close enough to see the birds clearly without disturbing their habitat. When they reached their preferred spot, the dark grey swamp mud was up past their breasts. They could see a lot of different kinds of birds flying around, even some colorful birds they have never seen before. The mud covering their heads acted as good camouflage so they couldn’t see them. When talking, they made sure to use quieter voices to avoid scaring them.
Daisy: “Look at those birds, Mom. Macaws! I love macaws.”
Diana: “They look so pretty. When I was a kid, I thought that they looked like parrots and would make great pets. I didn’t really know at the time that macaws don’t really make good pets.”
Daisy: “Did you end up getting a parrot as a pet?”
Diana: “I’m afraid not. I was never good at taking care of birds. My manager had to help me with that when I used to work at a pet shop when I was close to your age.”
They continued their birdwatching until Diana realized what time it was. Her watch somehow still functioning even after being submerged in mud several times.
Diana: “Oh, fuck, look at the time, dear! It’s late and getting close to suppertime.”
Daisy: “I guess it’s time to go back then. Do you remember the way back, Mom?”
Diana: “Oh, I guess I didn’t memorize the path we took to get here. Oh, dear!
Daisy: “How do we get back then?!”
Diana: “How about we take this way?”
Diana and Daisy shuffled through the mud in a different direction Diana believed would be safe way back to the grassy knoll back the way they came, but then they suddenly felt the ground underneath them give way and they were once again sinking in the swamp mud.
Daisy: “AHH, I can’t feel the ground underneath me!”
Diana: “Neither can I. And I don’t see anything we can grab to pull us out. This probably wasn’t the right direction after all.”
At this point, the mud was up to their necks, and they continued sinking.
Daisy: “What’re we gonna do, Mom?!”
Diana: “Well, we have no choice but to take a leap of faith. Let’s just hope this spot here isn’t bottomless.”
Daisy felt a tinge of fear as she realized what her mom meant.
Daisy: “You don’t mean-“
Diana: “Yes. Be prepared to go under.”
They then felt the mud reach past their necks and start swallowing their chins. Even though they were still tied together by their vine rope, Daisy reached out and grabbed hold of her mother’s hand for comfort.
Diana: “Deep breath, sweetie!”
Both ladies went through their breathing exercises and inhaled when they felt the mud go over their faces before they finally submerged completely. This time, they took their pith helmets down with them, bubbles emerging from the mud as their bodies sank completely under.
Minutes have passed since the two ladies sank. The surface of the mud was completely undisturbed and there were no sounds other than crickets, frogs, and birds making their respective noises. Then by the grassy knoll, the mud undulated slightly, followed by two sets of air bubbles popping, followed by masses of mud emerging from the surface and two sets of arms breaking through and grabbing onto the solid land. Finally, the bodies of both Diana and Daisy broke through and they climbed back onto the grassy knoll. Both ladies coughed and gasped for air as they laid down on grass to catch their respective breaths.
Daisy: “That’s twice we almost died in quicksand! Let’s never do that again, please!”
Diana: “Yes, I agree. We’re going to need to wash up when we get back before we eat. Did you enjoy all that?”
Daisy: “Aside from getting muddy and the terror of almost drowning in quicksand again? Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed this. But this is gonna be a one and done thing.”
Diana: “Good to hear, sweetie. Let’s go back so we can have some BLT sandwiches!”
Daisy: “That sounds good, Mom!”
The two ladies hiked down the trail back to their campsite where they would wash up, eat, then get their clothes dried off and prepared for the next day of their safari. Though they were looking forward to what the next few days might bring, they were hoping they would never have to deal with deadly quicksand for a third day in a row. To entertain themselves, Daisy continued her conversation about Dungeons & Dragons as they ate and washed up.
The End