**Shameless in the Market**

It started with a simple trip to the market. My mother, draped in her blue silk saree, the fabric clinging to her curves, the petticoat whispering against her thighs with every step. Her blouse was snug, the swell of her breasts pressing against the delicate embroidery, the thin bra strap peeking out just enough to tease me. She looked every bit the goddess she was—mature, voluptuous, tempting.

I was behind her on the bike, my hands on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the saree. The ride was slow, the streets packed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and street food. My fingers slipped lower, brushing the flare of her hips, my cock already stiff against my jeans.

“Careful,” she murmured, voice husky, but she didn’t pull away.

I dragged my palm over her belly, sliding beneath the pleats of her saree, my fingers tracing the damp fabric of her petticoat. She shivered. I could smell her arousal—musky, sweet—mixed with the jasmine oil in her hair. My cock throbbed.

“Mom,” I whispered against her ear, “you’re wet.”

She inhaled sharply, her thighs tightening. I grinned, pushing my hand lower, finding the swell of her panties beneath the petticoat. The thin cotton was soaked. I pressed my fingers into her cunt, rubbing slow circles over her pussy lips through the fabric.

“Fuck—” she gasped, her hips jerking forward.

I kissed the nape of her neck, my other hand dipping to the front of my jeans, palming my cock through the denim. “You like that? Me touching you while we ride? While people watch and have no idea?”

She whimpered, her thighs trembling. I hooked my fingers into her panties, tugging them aside to slide two fingers into her dripping cunt. She was so fucking tight, so hot, her walls clenching around me as I fingered her.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her head tipping back against my shoulder.

I curled my fingers, finding that spongy spot inside her, fucking her with slow, deep strokes. Her breath came faster, her hips rocking back onto my hand.

“Look at you,” I growled, “my mom, riding my fingers in public like a slut.”

She shuddered, her pussy pulsing around me. I could feel her orgasm building, her cunt getting slicker, her moans stifled behind clenched teeth.

I pulled my fingers free, pressing them to her lips. “Taste yourself.”

She opened her mouth, her tongue licking between my fingers, sucking her own juices. Fuck. I was so hard it hurt. I undid my jeans, my cock springing free, thick and leaking.

I tugged her saree up higher, exposing the curve of her ass, the damp lace of her panties. I pushed them to the side, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet pussy.

“No,” she whispered, but her body arched back, begging.

“Yes,” I hissed, gripping her hips. I pushed into her with one long stroke, her cunt swallowing me whole.

She cried out, her hands gripping the bike handlebars. I fucked her slow at first, savoring the tight heat of her, the way her walls fluttered around my dick.

“Fuck, mom, you’re so tight,” I groaned, thrusting deeper.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hips meeting mine, taking me deeper. The bike wobbled slightly, but neither of us cared. I slid a hand around her waist, cupping her breast through her blouse, pinching her nipple through the fabric.

“Someone’s gonna see,” she whimpered, but she was pushing back against me, taking my cock like she needed it.

“Let them watch,” I growled, fucking her harder.

I reached down between her thighs, finding her clit, rubbing rough circles as my hips pounded into her. She tensed, her cunt squeezing me, her moans muffled against her own wrist.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped.

“Do it,” I urged, grinding my cock against her sweet spot, my fingers relentless on her clit.

She came with a stifled cry, her pussy clamping down on me, her juices coating my cock. I fucked her through it, my own orgasm building, my balls tightening.

I pulled out before I could spill inside her, stroking my cock over her ass, grunting as thick ropes of cum splashed across her skin, dripping down her thighs.

She panted, her body limp, her saree tangled around her waist, her pussy glistening.

The market bustled around us. No one had noticed.

I tucked my cock back into my jeans, licking my fingers clean of her cum.

“Next time,” I whispered, nipping her ear, “I’m taking your ass right here.”

She shivered, her thighs pressing together.

The ride home was very, very quiet.