Me (19M) and my mom (42F) were on a trip in Egypt in August this year for about two weeks. It was lot of fun and overall an amazing experience. We got to taste new food, meet new people and learn more about the culture. However on the day before we were supposed to leave, something happened that made me remember the whole trip completely different way. It was getting late and we were quite far away from our hotel, luckily there were lot of taxis parked in the area so we agreed on the price and got into one. I sat in the back seat while my mom sat in front next to the driver. On the way he tried to talk to my mom in broken english, talking to her about his job, family and trying to crack some jokes here and there. He also flirted with her for a bit, calling her pretty, beautiful etc. I also cought him staring at my mom couple of times whenever he had the chance, especially on her chest and legs. It was extremely hot that day so she did not really think about covering those areas up. I did not take any of it seriously, thinking he just and an old pervert and wants to get more money out of my mom. When we got there the driver of got out of the car first and quickly ran over to my moms side of the car and helped her out. I was grabbing my bags in the back while they were talking about something. He was really close to her and had a weird look on his face, checking her out whenever she was not looking. As I was about to get out of the car I saw the driver get even closer to her and grab certain part of her body (I am not gonna say it but you can probably guess which one). I was fucking shocked and did not know what to do. He had his hands on her for good 3-5 seconds before my mom backed up and gave him the money. As I got out, driver said goodbye and drove off. What was even weirder was that my mom was also smiling as we headed to the hotel. I am not really sure if she knows that I saw everything but we have never talked about that incident. I remember I could not sleep that day and was thinking about it on the flight as well. Since I am writing this even 2 months later, it's safe to say I am still not over it. Worst part is I don't know how to feel about it and that's why I want to talk to someone here.