The AC compartment of the luxury bus was dimply lit by a zero watt orange bulb. The temperature was nippy, but we were perspiring. I was on top of her, just like we did it for the first time. Five days ago. At night, on the upper-berth-sleeper-seat. We were traveling back home after attending a five-day marriage ceremony of one of my elder-cousin-sister. We shared a single room at our forefather's mansion in a small village where the ceremony took place. Those last five days were the best five days of my entire life. We fornicated a lot. She hasn't yet blown or allowed me to penetrate her bottom so far. But still…
This morbid experience with my mother was so new to me that it felt like the first, every-effing-single-time.
She wrapped her legs around my hips. Her arms snaked around my shoulder blades.
“Right there, baby… Oh, yes… Mother-Effer,” She grated in a low husky voice in my ear.
If she'd pulled me any harder then, our bodies would've merged for sure. Similar to reverse binary fission.
I was just two minutes from my first orgasm. So, I accelerated, and my mother moans.
I hear the noise of curtains being pulled apart and a voice.
“Yeh sab kya chal ra hai yaha?” It was the voice of a man in her early forties.
Even after my heart was already racing. The interruption made my heart attempt to break-out of my ribcage. My brain-cells hibernated for a few nanoseconds. I whipped around my head to look at his face. But my eyes were visually impaired by the flashlight of a smart-phone. I don't know about my mother, but I lost my erection in a fraction of a second.
“Bhosdi walon, Randi-khana samajh rakha hai kya is Bus ko?” The man spoke again. His voice had a tinge of mockery mixed in it.
Finally, my vision recovered, and I immediately saw his face. It was the conductor of our Bus.
Now, I don't want to take your fun away by narrating this entire storyline. I'd give you an overview of what I've in my mind, so in case you decide to play this out with your writing partner, then you can take some creative liberty and spice things up.
Everyone else except for the four-characters is asleep. The conductor isn't aware of the fact that they're Mother and Son. He could be under the impression that she is a slut, because she looks at least five to eight years younger than her real age. The conductor will take them both to the driver's cabin. Both of them might or might not be completely naked. The driver and the conductor may humiliate the woman in various ways possible. For example, They might ask her to dance for them right in front of the bus. Right in the middle of the road, using the headlight as her spotlight.
How much the son's character is going to be involved in all these shenanigans. That is totally up to you. It could be a cuck plot too.
Considering the future possibilities, the son might want to do this to his mother again. Maybe whore her out to his friends as a cheap slut.
The climax of this particular scene could be that the driver will pull over the bus in the middle of a forest. The conductor and driver will take her into the woods and do what any real man, deprived of sex… would do to a damsel in distress. I've many more ideas that I can pile up right now, but I don't intend to impose my thoughts on yours. So, have a good day. Keep exploring…