The Mother and the Driver (from the "Wandering Mother" series)

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Chris never imagined this would happen to him. Although his mother was a recognized beauty, he had never felt anything unusual about her until that crazy morning. His mother, Mona, was beautiful, with a slender figure, full, high breasts, a delicate waist, round, full buttocks, and long, shapely legs forming a devilish curve that made men lose their minds and fantasize. Walking down the street, her graceful and sexy figure always attracted admiring glances and whistles. At home, Mona always dressed casually in loose t-shirts and jeans. Sometimes, Chris would inadvertently notice that his mother wasn't wearing a bra, but he rarely had any impure thoughts about it. This was because his mother was independent and strong-willed; she was confident and capable at work, and at home, she was also decisive and always had the final say. Her husband and children were used to her dominant position, with her husband especially willing to play a supporting role and rarely contradicting her. The dramatic turning point came when Chris was 20, a sophomore at a local university. What started as a simple choice between going left or right changed Chris's life forever. Compared to other families in the neighborhood, Chris's family structure was unremarkable: besides his parents, he had a younger sister and brother. His mother was 42, and his father nearly 50. His 13-year-old sister and 8-year-old brother were both in school. His mother, Mona, held absolute authority at home, controlling all household affairs and always issuing direct orders. Chris felt he could never say "no" to his mother, never do things she disliked. Over time, Chris developed a withdrawn and introverted personality, spending most of his time at home and having few close friends at school. Chris's family was very wealthy. His father owned a trading center that employed fifty or sixty people. His father rarely had the employees come directly to the house. They also employed two Filipino maids, a Syrian driver, and an elderly Indian gardener. They lived in a detached villa in the suburbs, surrounded by a beautiful and tranquil environment. The villa had three floors: the first floor had a living room, kitchen, a guest room, and two servants' rooms; the second floor had two bedrooms, a study, and a gym; and the top floor had two sunrooms and a terrace. Chris always preferred to stay alone in the top-floor sunroom. In the garden behind the villa, various fruits and vegetables were grown. The elderly gardener was skilled and experienced. The gardener's quarters, located in a corner of the garden, was a small hybrid of a living room and bedroom. The living room was divided into two separate spaces for male and female guests, furnished with armchairs and Arabic-style seating. Chris rarely saw the old gardener, as he was always busy watering the nursery and pruning the flowers. Chris's father frequently traveled abroad for work, negotiating and importing various goods from China, Europe, and other regions, while the rest of the family lived a peaceful, idyllic life. Every morning at 7:20, Mona would leave on time to take the children to school, then return home with the driver. Chris drove himself to school, usually between 7 and 10 a.m., sometimes earlier, sometimes later, depending on the schedule. Life was so regular, and Chris was always focused on his own affairs, never noticing anything unusual between his mother and the driver, until the day he realized he had been deceived and fooled. One day in late October, there were no classes. The day before, one of Chris's best friends had asked to borrow his car the next day, and Chris agreed. He planned to drive the car to school the following morning to lend it to his friend. That morning, not long after his mother and the others left, Chris's friend called, saying he had come all the way over himself and was already at Chris's door, waiting to pick up his car. Chris quickly got up, went downstairs, opened the door, and handed her the car keys. His friend promised to bring the car back before 2 PM. Back in his room, Chris was still a little sleepy. He leaned against the window, squinting, overlooking the beautiful garden bathed in bright sunlight. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a car parking; his mother had returned. After a while, he vaguely heard his mother instructing the maid to go out and buy some daily necessities. Then his mother's footsteps became clearer; she went up to the top floor and into the room next door. She didn't come into Chris's room, probably because she didn't see Chris's car and assumed he had already gone to school. The sounds from next door subsided. Chris thought that his mother was probably like him, leaning against the window admiring the garden view. Just then, Chris saw the driver strolling in the garden. He walked slowly, looking around. Suddenly, he looked up and smiled in Chris's direction. His smile was a little shy, perhaps because he saw the lady of the house upstairs. Due to the angle, he probably couldn't see Chris. Afterward, the driver went to the gardener's room and entered the men's lounge. He probably wanted to take a nap before his mother called him out shopping or doing other chores, Chris thought. Just then, he heard his mother's footsteps again; she hurried downstairs. Chris sat lazily by the window, arms wrapped around his knees, basking in the golden autumn sunlight. In the garden downstairs, the old gardener was busy turning the soil and weeding. His mother appeared on the path, wearing a bathrobe, walking briskly through the garden. Strange, why was his mother wearing a bathrobe instead of her usual t-shirt and jeans? Chris stared at his mother's retreating figure with suspicion. His mother glanced at the gardener, who was busy at work and didn't notice his arrival. His mother slowly walked deeper into the garden, reaching the gardener's room. She went straight into the women's lounge. Perhaps his mother wanted to leave the maid behind and rest alone for a while. Chris was about to look away when he suddenly saw his mother quickly walk out, glance around, and slip into the men's lounge! What was going on? Chris stood dumbfounded by the window, his mind racing, various clues flooding his mind: the maid being sent away, his mother gazing out the window, the driver's ambiguous smile, his mother's nightgown, his mother's mysterious expression when the rooms were changed… Damn! His mother was having an affair with that driver? Oh, God! What should he do? Go down and catch them in the act? Oh no… his mother's formidable presence still made Chris hesitate. He glanced frantically at the gardener, who was still busy with his work… What should he do? Right now, Mom was in bed with that damned driver! Chris paced back and forth in the room, glancing anxiously downstairs every now and then… Damn it! That slut! She's sleeping with the driver! About fifteen minutes later, the door opened, and Chris saw his mother peek out furtively, glance around, and then hurried back into the women's lounge. Four or five minutes later, she gracefully emerged, walking lightly through the garden towards the villa. Chris hid by the window, watching his mother intently. He peered cautiously, afraid of being discovered. He considered drawing the curtains, but worried that would only attract her attention. His mother drew closer, her cheeks flushed, her full lips glistening in the sunlight—clearly, she was wearing lipstick. Her full, rounded, high breasts trembled slightly beneath her thin nightgown with each sway of her body… Damn! That slut! That whore! His mother walked past him, and Chris felt a surge of excitement, his body burning with heat, sweat beading on his nose, and his penis quietly hardening. Chris quickly turned around, rushed to the door, and quietly locked it. He lay back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling… His mother had that driver do her! Oh, my God! This unacceptable fact crashed against his heart like a tidal wave, overturning all his understanding of his mother… Anger, jealousy, sadness, humiliation, excitement… all sorts of emotions surged into his heart at once, like a jumbled mess of flavors, and everything before him became blurred in the midst of this tangled chaos… He seemed to see his mother writhing and yielding beneath a man, wantonly pleasing him… Her alluring and wanton charm constantly overlapped with her usual dignified face… Chris unconsciously began to rapidly stroke his penis, which swelled to the point of almost bursting… He ejaculated quickly, the unprecedented stimulation preventing him from relaxing immediately, his penis remaining erect even after he had climaxed. He couldn't help but imagine his mother's affair with the driver: her wet vulva, her hungry, large buttocks, her bouncy breasts, the man's rough, large penis… A surge of jealousy, mixed with excitement, pierced him like needles, causing a sharp, agonizing pain… Chris stripped off all his clothes, lying naked on the bed, letting the October breeze gently caress his erect penis… A resolve gradually solidified and became clear in his heart… Another call from a friend pulled Chris from his almost uncontrollable masturbation. On the other end of the line, his friend asked if he wanted the car returned now, and Chris blankly replied yes. Hanging up, he got up and started to dress, his head throbbing with a dull ache.After getting dressed, he sat blankly for a while, then felt a strange surge of excitement. He went downstairs to the living room. He didn't see his mother; she was probably napping in the bedroom. He sat down listlessly, lost in thought. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: why not film his mother cheating? With solid evidence, he could face his mother with ease… When his friend came to return the car, he chatted with Chris in the living room for a while. Soon after, his mother came downstairs, and Chris immediately became uneasy. He shifted his body awkwardly, almost unable to look his mother in the eye, yet unable to resist following her figure. Mona, dressed in her usual t-shirt and jeans, greeted her son's friend. Everything seemed unchanged, yet everything seemed different. Chris's gaze seemed to pierce through his mother's clothes, like scrutinizing a sexy actress in a pornographic video. But what could he do? There was nothing he could do now! "Dear Mom, I need some money to buy some books and school supplies," Chris pleaded with his mother. His mother saw through his lie immediately: "Tell me, besides books and school supplies, what else do you want to buy?" "Oh, Mom, I want to buy a DV camera." "You've already bought several, haven't you? Why do you need another one? Aren't the old ones usable?" Mona scolded her son sharply. "Oh, Mom! I want the latest model!" Chris insisted. Unable to resist her son's persistent pleading, Mona finally gave in to his request. She went upstairs to get some money and gave it to him. In reality, Chris received far more than he expected. Chris drove off with his friends, speeding away from home. He bought the best DV camera he could find on the market. This DV camera basically met his requirements: firstly, the image resolution had to be as high as possible—he wanted to see high-definition picture quality; secondly, the memory card had to be large enough to record continuously for at least two or three hours—provided the picture quality was maintained; and thirdly, it had to be able to connect to a computer for video processing—this wasn't difficult to meet. However, he actually visited several places before finally buying this satisfactory DV camera. Holding the brand-new DV camera in his hands, Chris was both happy and excited. Thinking about everything he was about to do, his legs trembled slightly. He then ran all the way home and began to plan his next move: how? When? Where? In the days that followed, Chris continued to go to school on time every day, although he was often absent-minded and distracted. But whenever he thought of his mother's stern face, he couldn't help but feel timid and hesitant. After several days of intense and agonizing inner struggle, Chris finally decided to start from his own window and record everything with his DV camera. The next morning, before leaving for school, Chris carefully positioned the DV camera in his window, meticulously adjusting the angle, and even locked the door before leaving. After school that afternoon, he returned home with a mixture of eagerness and trepidation, and began watching the video. For the first fifteen minutes, nothing happened; the camera only showed birds circling and swooping noisily in the garden. Suddenly, the driver's figure entered the frame; he slowly walked into the men's lounge. Chris straightened up, holding his breath as he stared intently at the LCD screen. Two minutes later, his mother appeared—and her actions were exactly the same as that day: first she went into the women's lounge, lingered there for a minute or two, then hurriedly went into the men's lounge. OK! I've recorded it! But… can this be used as evidence? Can I take this to Dad and complain? No, of course not, she can deny it, saying there was no one else in the lounge at the time. No! What I should really record, what I really want to record, is her naked body, her wet pussy being wildly fucked by a man's huge cock! Chris muttered frantically to himself. He repeatedly checked the video recording on the DV. Suddenly, the start and end times of the recording caught his attention. He stopped, tilted his head back, and thought for a moment. Oh, God! He should have left home at 9:30 this morning, because he was a little late after going downstairs. Almost the instant he drove away from the gate, Mom and that driver went to their rendezvous at the cottage one after the other! As if Mom had been waiting for him to leave, and couldn't wait any longer! Bitch! That slut! Chris stared at the screen in front of him, panting heavily. Before dinner, Chris quietly slipped into the men's lounge. He carefully observed the furnishings, hoping to find a spot he could use. Just as he remembered, there were armchairs and Arabic seating. So they would have sex in this spot a little further back. Fortunately, there was a bookshelf against the wall, filled with encyclopedias and some decorative items. His father sometimes browsed the encyclopedia here when he came home to rest. The third shelf from the top was relatively narrow, probably designed for small or pocket-sized books, and was covered with a fancy silk scarf, seemingly to mark the boundary between the upper and lower sections of the shelf. Oh, this is an ideal spot! It's perfect for hiding the DV camera here! Chris carefully placed the DV camera inside, then arranged the books on either side into a small V-shape, concealing the lens within the V. Then he meticulously adjusted the height of the scarf... OK! Done! Looks perfect... All set! Chris tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep a wink. The thought of what he would see tomorrow kept him awake with excitement. Tomorrow, just tomorrow, he would witness firsthand how his usually sacred and inviolable mother was stripped naked and pinned down, wantonly violated by a man, how her wet vagina was penetrated and withdrawn by his large penis... Chris got up early the next morning, making sure everything was ready. The DV camera battery was fully charged, and the memory card had been formatted. Today would be a "big day." As soon as the driver left with his mother, brother, and sister, Chris immediately went downstairs, crossed the garden, slipped into the men's lounge, and fumbled to turn on the DV camera. When he returned to his room, he encountered a Filipino maid on the stairs. Aside from a "Good morning," the maid didn't say much. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Chris stayed in his room, quietly waiting for his mother to return. According to the plan, he should have gone downstairs. But now he felt parched, his legs weak, as if he were walking on cotton, unable to move. Suddenly, he saw the driver walk past the window, leisurely heading towards the gardener's house along the path… Chris jumped up and ran down the stairs. At the top, he unexpectedly met his mother. He quickened his pace, rushing past her in a panic. This child is always so reckless! Mona stopped, frowned, and watched her son's departing figure. Chris jumped into the car, started the engine, and fled the house. On the way to school, he desperately suppressed his impulse: go back to get the DV camera, cancel this crazy plan… Before all the afternoon classes were over, Chris drove home. He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles in the classroom, and he couldn't stand it any longer. Everything at home seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Passing by the second floor, he saw his mother watching television. She didn't seem to be paying any special attention to him. He hurried past and returned to his room. Hiding by the window, Chris cautiously peered down. The garden was quiet, seemingly without any unusual signs. He stood there looking around for a good ten minutes, but still didn't have the courage to go downstairs to get the DV camera. After a while, he turned around, tiptoed to the top of the stairs, and listened intently to the sounds below. The noise from the second floor continued; his mother was probably still watching television. He leaned against the door, closed his eyes, and silently gathered his courage and strength. After counting down to ten, he quickly went down the stairs and reached the second floor. "Oh, Mom! Have you...have you seen my 'Marketing' book?" he stammered. His mother glanced up at him, replied that she hadn't noticed, and told him to look for it himself, then turned her attention back to the television program. Chris pretended to look around, searching up and down the stairs for a while, naturally to no avail. So he could then conveniently continue his search in the men's lounge in the garden. He went to the men's lounge and saw the driver lying on the seat, snoring loudly, with the bookshelf standing quietly there. He tiptoed past the driver, casually flipped through the bookshelf a few times, then looked back at the driver—still fast asleep. Chris turned his back to him, using his body as cover, quickly took out the DV camera, hid it in his clothes, and then quietly left. Chris floated back to his room and locked the door. His hands trembling, he turned on the DV camera, only to find the battery almost dead. He muttered a curse and pulled out the DV's accompanying...The power adapter was plugged into the DV camera. A flash of light appeared on the screen, and the image came to life… Silence filled the lounge. One minute, two minutes, three minutes… time ticked by silently… The door opened, illuminating the room, and the driver entered. He closed the door behind him, plunging the room into darkness again. He walked to an armchair, lit a cigarette, sat down, and leisurely puffed on it, wisps of smoke rising gently… A few minutes later, the door opened again, and Mom's slender figure slipped in. She wore a pink nightgown, her curvaceous, mature figure faintly visible beneath the loose fabric. The driver stubbed out his cigarette and stood up to greet her. The two embraced tightly, the man gently kissing her cheeks, lips, and then down her neck. Mom closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan, seemingly lost in ecstasy. She gripped the man's buttocks, rubbing against his genitals... The mother pushed the man back a step, gathered her flowing long hair, and gently loosened the belt of her nightgown. The nightgown opened to the sides, revealing her full, high breasts, a deep, snow-white cleavage in the middle. Two cherry-like nipples stood erect, trembling. The man reached out and grasped the mother's full breasts, bending down to suckle one delicate nipple, pulling her down onto the seat... The man tore off the mother's nightgown, and she curled up to cooperate. In the camera's view, the mother was finally completely and utterly exposed, her perfect body utterly naked. A beautiful face, full and firm breasts, a slender waist, and then a plump, upturned bottom. Her round, long thighs were tightly pressed together, rubbing against each other, a mysterious slit of flesh peeking out from the lush, intertwined flesh… The man's thirsty lips roamed over the mother's slender, graceful curves, incessantly licking and kissing her deep cleavage and pink areolas. One hand kneaded and rubbed one of her full breasts, while the other swept across her flat, smooth abdomen, sliding between her plump legs, caressing her slightly protruding labia and teasing her sensitive clitoris. The mother closed her eyes, her face flushed, and she tilted her head back, letting out soft moans. The man's still-clothed clothes contrasted sharply and alluringly with the mother's nakedness… The mother deftly unbuttoned the man's trousers, and he quickly and easily took off his t-shirt and pants, leaving him wearing only underwear. She spread her round, firm legs, and the man knelt down beside her, licking her slightly parted labia and occasionally nibbling at her rosy clitoris. The mother writhed her hips, seemingly unable to bear it any longer: "Ah...darling, deeper...deeper...tonder...ahhh..." After a while, the mother pressed her hands against the man's head, her hips beginning to thrust rhythmically, emitting rapid moans: "Ah...ah...uh...ah..." "Slut! Bitch!" Chris gritted his teeth, stroking his erect penis, his gaze fixed on the slutty scene on the screen, as if drawn by a magnet... The man pulled down his underwear, revealing a dark, hard penis. It was about 14 centimeters long, bulging with veins, of average length but exceptionally thick. He knelt between his mother's legs, which were spread in an M-shape, and guided his penis against her wet labia, rubbing it against her glistening vaginal opening before slowly inserting it. His mother tensed, letting out a long, mournful moan, her slender, white legs hooking around the man's strong waist. In rhythm with his thrusts, his mother's mouth slightly open, she moaned softly, her hips moving to meet each penetration, the two moving like tightly meshed gears. Their lower bodies collided lightly, making a "slap slap slap slap" sound. His large hands kneaded his mother's round, firm breasts, shaping them in various ways. The man gradually increased the speed and force of his thrusts. He held his mother's long, shapely thighs, bringing them together and pushing them against her chest, making her genitals appear even more prominent. Her moans grew louder: "Fuck me! Ah...ah...ahhh!" With each violent thrust, his mother's eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks flushed. She tilted her head back slightly, emitting short, continuous moans, her full, high breasts creating dizzying waves. The man's scrotum slapped rhythmically against his mother's ample buttocks, the room echoing with the sounds of intense flesh colliding… After a while, the man straddled one of his mother's legs, lifting the other leg onto his shoulder. His mother, turned to the side, obediently cooperated with him. The man leaned over her, pressing her legs straight up to her chest, then suddenly thrust in again, beginning a series of powerful, rhythmic thrusts. "Ah...oh..." With each powerful, pounding thrust of the man, like a pile driver, each of Mom's moans was accompanied by a long exhale. Her pink labia flipped in and out with the movement of his large penis, making gurgling, wet sounds. The instant their bodies parted, the glistening strands of vaginal fluid were clearly visible between them. Mom gasped for breath, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. The man occasionally lowered his head to kiss Mom's lips, and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss... Suddenly, the man stepped back, and with a "pop," withdrew his wet penis from Mom's body, whispering something in her ear. Then Chris saw Mom close her legs, sit up lightly, then roll over and kneel down, her round, large buttocks raised high. The man knelt behind his mother, gripping her slender waist, and thrust forward with a sudden thud, his lower abdomen slamming into her round, plump buttocks. His thick penis plunged deep inside her, disappearing completely. His mother swayed from the impact, her elbows bracing against the seat, her head thrown back as she let out a high-pitched groan: "Ah!" The man reached down, grasping and kneading her ample breasts, his lower body moving slowly and deliberately. His mother moaned, her head bowed, swaying her hips back in rhythm with his thrusts. Soon, the man's thrusts grew increasingly rapid. He gripped her buttocks tightly, pounding into her like a runaway train, each thrust faster than the last. "Ahhh... ooh ooh ooh..." the mother whimpered, panting, her hands gripping the seat tightly, enduring the increasingly violent impacts from behind. Her upper body gradually slumped to the ground, her head resting against the seat, only her buttocks still raised high. Her face was directly facing the camera. Chris saw his mother's mouth agape, her expression almost distorted… Each time the man's lower abdomen slammed against his mother's buttocks, she would scream. Suddenly, his mother's body stiffened, then began to convulse. The man, holding his mother's waist, thrust forcefully a few more times, then quickly pulled out his wet penis, growling, and ejaculated his thick semen onto his mother's smooth buttocks and back. His mother lay there panting, turning her head to give the driver a bright smile. The driver pressed down on his mother's back again, captured her lips and kissed her, then rolled over and lay down to rest. His mother lay on his pubic-covered chest, the two cuddling tenderly. On the screen, the two joked for a while, finally the mother giggled, reached out and played with the man's semi-erect penis, then got up, put on her robe, and walked lightly past the camera, opening the door and leaving. Chris checked the time; they'd been having sex for about half an hour. The video replayed over and over again, and Chris masturbated repeatedly, but he still couldn't extinguish the burning lust within him. Finally, he collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, his penis throbbing from the strain. With the video as evidence, he could demand the same "treatment" from his mother as the driver, he could do whatever he wanted to her, he could fuck her as freely as the driver… In his drowsy, half-awake state, Chris kept repeating these thoughts to himself… [The End]

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