Chapter 5

The taxi driver was a woman. She probably saw me hugging a drunk beauty and asked with a playful look, “Where are you going, young man?”

The driver probably mistook me for someone else. Her contemptuous expression made me feel embarrassed. I could only give a place in an unnatural way. The driver looked at me and my mother snuggling together in the rearview mirror. She was probably used to this situation. She shook her head slightly, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the green taxi out.

My mother drank a lot of red wine at the dinner just now, but she was still sober and normal until the bill. Whether it was the expression on her face or her behavior, she was still virtuous and elegant. But not long after getting in the car, she seemed to have lost consciousness. Half of her body was lying on me, and her transparent eyes narrowed at me. Her beautiful face showed a red color after being drunk, and her words were a little fuzzy.

After drinking, I always feel a little stuffy in the car. The rain outside is not heavy anymore, so I roll down the window a little. The cool breeze at night blows in through the window, not only blowing on me, but also blowing away my mother’s black wavy hair. Some of the hair brushes my face and gently flutters my skin. It feels very comfortable. There is also the smell of my mother and a little shampoo in the thick black hair, which smells very pleasant.

My mother gently moves her bright red lips, and some wine smells mixed with sweet breath constantly exhaled from between her lips and teeth. This smell spreads in the small space and quietly breaks into my nose.

The smell of my mother, the fragrance of her hair, the smell of alcohol exhaled ... The whole car is full of her smell. The rich fragrance arouses people’s sense of smell and also arouses the hormones of the opposite sex. Although it is difficult to say, and it is indeed not right, I feel that something hidden deep in my body is still aroused by my mother. Especially her red lips were slightly open, always leaning towards my mouth intentionally or unintentionally, making me unable to help but touch her lips. Fortunately, her head was blocking the view, so the people in front could not see me wanting to kiss her. Otherwise, if people knew that we were a mother and son doing this, it would be very embarrassing.

My mother’s hands were unconsciously stroking my thighs, and her whole body kept leaning towards me, as if she wanted to climb on me. Her virtuous wavy hair was scattered, and under the breeze, she showed a mature and charming intoxicating style. There was a drunken blush on her face, and she made intermittent hums from her throat from time to time, and her sweet breath kept spraying between my lips and teeth.

I guess my mother just instinctively wanted to find a softer place to lie down, so she unconsciously leaned towards me, but the result was that this behavior was too indecent. Because of the upward movement of her body, my mother’s plaid shirt shrunk down a little, and the collar with one button opened suddenly opened up, revealing half of the black lace bra on her full chest. The trembling snow-white breasts were squeezed by the bra, forming a deep ravine. Her breasts pressed against my chest, as if to find a comfortable point, and rubbed slightly, which made me so comfortable that I couldn’t help but hug my mother tightly. The breasts were squeezed by me and the breast flesh overflowed. A ball of snow-white almost jumped out under my eyelids, and even the blue veins on it looked so clear.

At the same time, my mother’s red skirt also shrunk up a little, revealing a pair of plump white legs. My mother was wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals at her feet. Her well-proportioned figure made her thighs look particularly slender and beautiful. What’s more tempting is that as the skirt flashed, you can vaguely see the stockings on her legs wrapped all the way to the root of her thighs. My mother kept lifting her legs to put them on my legs, but because of the seat in the car, her legs would slide down again after lifting them up, and so on, as if she was intentionally rubbing my legs. The stockings on her skin felt very good to me. Facing the sexiness and charm of a mature woman, I really wanted to reach out and hug her beautiful legs.

Even if the person on her body was my beloved mother, it was inevitable that my mouth would be dry. I wanted not to look at my mother’s body but I couldn’t help but take a peek. I was torn between heaven and man in my mind. I thought to myself that it was fortunate that the driver in front was a woman, otherwise I felt that I had really lost a lot.

Under normal circumstances, even if they were lovers, as long as they had a little shame, they would not do something that violated public morality like this, so the posture of the mother and daughter was intimate and ambiguous enough. There was a red light at an intersection ahead. While waiting, the female driver kept scanning my and my mother’s actions through the rearview mirror, which made me very embarrassed.

“Mom, are you okay...”

“Mom, wake up, we’re almost home...”

I could only keep shouting at my mother, and kept pushing her body as she gradually approached. The word “Mom” was shouted very heavily, so deliberately that it was a bit obvious. In the end, I didn’t know whether I wanted to push my mother away or use this method to dispel the driver’s malicious eyes, but it made the scene more embarrassing.

“Young man, is she really your mother?” When the red light turned green, the driver started the car and observed for a long time. The female driver was probably a little confused. She asked curiously, “Isn’t she your godmother?”

This is not a good thing to say. I know that there is a popular saying in society about godfathers, which is generally a euphemism for rich old men to support young female college students or female anchors. The saying of godmother is similar in nature. It generally means that rich women like to support young men, or rich young men like to play with other people’s wives and beautiful young women. No matter what the meaning is, anyone would be angry, not to mention that the person in my arms is indeed my biological mother. How can I let others say that? So I was a little angry and said bluntly, “Why don’t you drive properly? This is of course my biological mother. She just drank a little too much. It’s not like she was in your car...”

After being retorted by me, it was the female driver’s turn to be embarrassed. I only heard her slightly apologetic tone saying, “Your mother is really young. I thought you picked up a woman at the door of the bar...” After honking the horn, the other party continued to open his mouth and said, “Well, young man, I’m sorry, I wronged you.”

Since the other party has admitted that he was wrong, I didn’t pursue it anymore. After listening, I didn’t say anything else.

“Well ... son, don’t move.”

When the car returned to calm again, my mother snorted softly. She moved her lips and grabbed her hands randomly, but the direction was wrong. Her little hand almost touched my crotch. My mother was drunk, but I was still sober. How could I not move in this situation?

“Your mother probably thinks you are your father...” The driver also noticed the situation in the back seat, and said with a very understanding look, “Young people have strong hormones. Young man, you have to hold your mother face up, don’t let her lie on you, otherwise she will subconsciously think you are a man.”

The female driver was not very old, probably about the same age as my mother, and she was also quite pretty. She had more life experience than me. She probably thought that women and young men who were full of vigor were easily attracted and got into trouble, so she kept asking me to put my mother in the right position first. I was also afraid that my mother would go even further subconsciously, after all, this was a taxi. So I did what he said, and the husband took away my mother’s jade hand that was holding my thigh root, and then turned my mother’s body over. But just after I helped her shoulders to turn over, my mother leaned towards me again. The space in the back seat was small, and it was difficult to use force to help her shoulders. Seeing my mother sticking to me again, I didn’t dare to touch her upper body and buttocks, so I didn’t know where to start.

The driver probably noticed my embarrassment. Fortunately, she was more considerate than I thought. She used light words to relieve my nervousness. “This is your mother, what are you afraid of? Turn her over so that she can feel better ... People will be confused when they are drunk, and I won’t laugh at you.” People in society are always framed by some things, such as family ethics. I think any son would be as embarrassed as I was in front of outsiders. The driver saw it but was very good at talking. She dispelled my last bit of scruples. So I held my mother’s shoulders with one hand and climbed on her warm buttocks with the other hand. I used both hands to move my mother away from me, and then hugged her and leaned against the back seat next to me. With her back leaning against the back seat, my mother’s strength was much less. She just leaned her head on my shoulder, but she became much more honest. After arranging for my mother, the driver began to chat with me easily. When he heard that I had just returned from the teacher’s appreciation banquet, he praised me for being smart and filial. When the car turned another intersection, my mother and I finally arrived. Due to my mother’s current condition, I didn’t dare to go in through the main gate when I got off the car, but entered the community through the side door, but even so, I was still looked at strangely by a few strangers.

I could only hug my mother’s body and speed up my pace. In the end, I almost half hugged my mother and dragged her into the elevator. On the road, people always mistakenly thought that my relationship with my mother was casual. Now that there were no other people’s eyes, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.