**Title: The Market Ride**

It started as just another errand run with my mom. We took her bike because the car was in the shop, and the market wasn’t far. I sat behind her, my arms wrapped around her waist, the summer heat making our clothes stick. She was wearing a loose, flowy sundress that fluttered as we rode, and I couldn’t help but notice how the wind kept pushing it up her thighs.

I didn’t plan for this to happen, but the way her body pressed back against me—how she shifted on the seat—was driving me crazy. My cock was already stiff, pressed against her ass as we rode. I could feel her tense just slightly when she noticed, but she didn’t push me away.

“It’s so hot today,” she sighed, adjusting the dress over her legs again. The fabric rode up anyway, exposing more of her smooth thighs.

“Yeah,” I muttered, my voice rough. My fingers dug a little into her hips, and she gasped softly.

Then the wind caught her dress completely, yanking it up to her waist. She yelped, but it was too late—the fabric bunched around her hips, leaving her ass bare except for her thin cotton panties. A few people on the sidewalk turned their heads, staring. My mouth went dry.

“Fuck—pull it down!” she hissed, but there was something breathless in her voice. She squirmed, and I reached around, pretending to help. Instead, my fingers brushed her thighs, making her shiver.

“I’m trying,” I lied, smoothing my hands over her skin. She was so warm. I slid a finger under the waistband of her panties, teasing. “But it’s stuck.”

She moaned quietly, squirming again, and I felt her press back against my cock. My other hand slipped between her legs, rubbing through the damp fabric of her panties. She was soaked.

“Oh my God… we can’t—” she started, but then my finger found her clit through the thin fabric, and she cut off with a whimper.

The bike swerved slightly as she lost focus. People were definitely staring now—some with shock, some with hunger. I didn’t care. I tugged her panties aside, exposing her pussy to the air, my fingers sliding through her slick folds.

“Fuck, Mom,” I growled in her ear. “You’re so wet.”

She shuddered, her thighs squeezing around my hand. “We—we can’t do this here,” she panted, but her hips rocked against my fingers.

I didn’t stop. I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her tight cunt clench around me. She whimpered, her head dropping back against my shoulder.

“But you don’t want me to stop,” I murmured, curling my fingers inside her.

She let out a shaky moan, loud enough that a woman nearby gasped. My mom’s face burned red, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached back, fumbling with my jeans. I helped her, shoving them down just enough to free my cock—hard and throbbing, already leaking.

“Not here,” she pleaded weakly, even as she guided me to her ass.

I spat in my palm, slicking myself roughly before pressing against her tight hole. She tensed, but when I pushed in, she let out a broken moan.

“Oh fuck—oh God—” Her voice was ragged as I stretched her open, her ass gripping me like a vice.

I held her hips tight, thrusting slow and deep, feeling every inch of her clenching around me. The bike swayed as she rocked back onto my cock, desperate for more.

People were watching now—some shocked, some jerking off discreetly. But the only thing that mattered was the way my mom was whimpering, her cunt dripping as I fucked her ass in broad daylight.

“I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, slamming into her harder.

She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit frantically. “Me too, baby—oh God, me too—”

When she came, her whole body shook, her ass squeezing me impossibly tight. That was all it took—I buried myself deep and spilled inside her, panting against her neck.

She slumped against me, breathless, her dress still bunched around her waist, her panties torn to the side. The market crowd was still staring, but she just turned her head and kissed me, slow and filthy.

“Next time,” she whispered, “we take the car.”