Sweet lady
And they were more of a romantic thing than hard work. Few people used the two-hour night break for its intended purpose; of course, we had honest guys too, but everyone, including me, preferred a little romantic adventure during the night shift break, like picking up some whores or, at worst, chipping in and calling a couple of girls for 4-5 guys at the final stop and fucking them in someone's minibus. Especially since I had nothing to be ashamed of. I wasn't married, didn't have a steady girlfriend either, just some short-lived flings. And at 22, I didn't really need anything serious yet. I lived with my mom, and I also had a sister, but she lived with her fiancé. My relationship with my mom was very close, and we talked about almost everything without embarrassment. She listened with pleasure and a smile to my stories about everything—work, girls, and our night adventures, which I sometimes boasted about to her, describing those sluts. She would just say that I should finally get married.
My mom was a beautiful 40-year-old woman. She was of average height. Her light hair was styled in a beautiful bob. Her cute face was adorned with big eyes and tender, full lips. She had a slightly plump but lovely figure with size 4 breasts and a slender waist. A plump butt with hips, but very feminine, firm, fleshy legs. Even now, she cheerfully saw me off for the night shift, encouraging and supporting me. And I drove cheerfully for most of the night in a good mood. The shift was as usual. I hopefully tried to strike up conversations with female passengers, wanting romance, for which I always had a couple of packs of condoms, but either my charm wasn't impressing anyone today, or the girls riding with me were indifferent, but the conclusion was sad—I'd probably have to go to the old address. I called the guys, and it seemed like we'd have to chip in, as luck wasn't with us regarding whores. Tonight, there were 5 minibuses on the road.
It was already around 3:00 AM. Four minibuses were at the final stop, but one was still missing, even though according to the schedule, he should have been here second. We called him and asked why he was taking so long and if he was with us, or else we'd organize girls without him. He just joyfully asked us to wait, saying everything was already set, that one lady was currently in the way of him shifting gears, lying horizontally in the cabin with her head toward the driver, and as soon as he was free, he'd bring her to us right away, adding that she wasn't against continuing the evening in their company. We eagerly waited for our comrade's catch, teasing him for his slowness. Finally, a Gazelle minibus flew up to the final stop; all eyes turned to it, and I was shocked to see, in the light of the streetlamp, that the beautiful woman sitting next to the driver was my mother. I was in shock and didn't even know how to react; mom had always been known for her beautiful modesty, kindness, charm, and restraint, and was raised with Soviet principles.
— "Tasty, mature, probably a heavenly woman," the guys said, licking their lips. Of course, how could they know it was my mom.
The guy happily got out of the Gazelle, came over to us, and boasted joyfully:
— "A hot babe, didn't play hard to get at all, picked her up on the last lap, gave such a great blowjob just now, pure bliss, and she's not against continuing—"
I listened calmly, angrily—what kind of games, and mom too. At that moment, my mom climbed out of the Gazelle and walked beautifully, as if on a catwalk. She was brightly made up and dressed sexily in an open red leather coat just above the knees, under which was a white woolen sweater and a black, fairly short, loose skirt. On her legs were flesh-colored stockings and red high-heeled boots.
— "Hello, boys," she greeted cheerfully.
— "How's the night? Going to entertain me?" she asked playfully.
The guys immediately showered her with compliments and jokes. I behaved calmly. Mom laughed merrily and flirted with the guys.
— "Well then, show me your Gazelles," mom demanded in a sweet voice.
The guys looked at me, as the youngest.
— "No, I'll take this beautiful lady home," I played along with mom.
— "Well then, after you," and one of the guys, taking mom gently by the hand, led her to his minibus and gallantly helped her into the cabin. As always, we watched from a distance, commenting and discussing everything. But nothing was visible in the dark minibus. However, after a while, the minibus started rocking, swaying more and more strongly; even I found it a bit funny. Soon, the guy climbed out, and a second one immediately ducked into the minibus.
— "Stripped her, gave it in the mouth, then laid her down and fucked her and came in her mouth, so as not to spoil your fun," the first boasted proudly.
And again, the minibus rocked. This time, even sweet female moans could be heard. Then a third guy climbed into the minibus. And we greeted the second with respect. Same with the fourth. Everyone proudly told the details of their adventure, but it was all absolutely the same: blowjob, in the pussy, and came in the mouth. Then the guys looked at me questioningly.
— "No, I'll take her home; gotta give such a sweet lady a ride," I insisted.
The guys were happy—the night was a perfect success, such a tasty woman caught. The fourth told mom to come out. About five minutes later, my mom emerged from the car, tired but with spirit. She was a bit disheveled and without her tights; she was carrying them along with her panties in her hands and, approaching a trash can, threw them away.
— "Don't you like me, young man?" she asked me sweetly and carefully.
— "I'll take you home now, and we can discuss your beauty on the way," I played along with mom.
The guys cheerfully jumped into their minibuses and drove off according to schedule. I seated mom in the front seat next to me, started the minibus, and drove home. We were silent for a while. Then I couldn't hold back.
— "Mom, I don't really care, but why involve me? Have your fun where no one knows or will find out." —
— "Forgive me, my sweet," mom apologized, almost crying with joy that I was talking to her.
— "I love you so much, I wanted so badly to be yours and with you. I was so jealous of those girls you told me about. I'm willing to do anything to be loved by you, even just a little. I thought if I did this, ended up instead of those girls, you'd look at me as a woman. I'll give you all my tenderness," she pleaded with me.
I hugged her and felt sorry for her. I said she was my mom and that I would forgive her everything in the world because I truly love her and believe she loves me.
During the day, I came home from work. Mom was sleeping; I washed up and also went to sleep. When I woke up, mom fed me a delicious dinner. She was rested, refreshed, and very beautiful. Then we sat on the sofa hugging and talking tenderly. And then mom took me by the hand to her bed and gave me one of the sweetest nights of my life. We fell asleep hugging...