Go to the gym

The gym was only a short drive away, and I found myself humming along to the radio as I navigated my mom’s car through the streets. Parking, I stepped out, the warm late afternoon air brushing against her skin. I inhaled deeply, feeling her lungs expand, her chest rise and fall. I’m so… alive, I thought, a strange mix of awe and possessiveness flooding me.

I make it to the spin class with a few minutes to spare and could only assume my mom would like nothing more to sit in the back of the class. I spend the last few minutes adjusting the bike to my liking as the other people begin filing in and the instructor starts the class.

“Oh god,” I whispered under my breath, my thighs tightening around the saddle of the spin bike. my fingers gripped the handles so hard my knuckles turned white. The instructor’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker as the music played, but all I could focus on was the way the fabric of my mom’s leggings rubbed against my pussy with every rotation of the pedals. It’s just the seat, I told herself, it’s just the seat. But it wasn’t. It was me. my body was betraying me, reacting in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. A small moan escaped my lips, and I quickly bit down on my bottom lip to stifle it, luckily the loud music drowned it out.

My heart was pounding, not just from the exertion, but from the sheer intensity of the sensation building between my legs. I glanced around the room, hoping no one could see the flush creeping up my neck. The other cyclists were too focused on their own rides, their faces contorted in concentration. I was safe. For now.

The instructor, a tall, muscular man with a voice like velvet, sat at the front of the class on a bike of his own and offered encouragement. “Come on, ladies! Push through it! You’re stronger than you think!” His presence only added to my turmoil. I couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps flexed as he adjusted his seat, or the way his eyes seemed to linger on me for just a moment too long. I looked away quickly, my cheeks burning. This is ridiculous, I thought. I’m here to work out, not fantasize about the instructor. But my body had other ideas.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the music pounding through the speakers, but it was no use. Every time I pushed down on the pedals, the friction between my legs sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I was getting wetter by the second, and I could feel the fabric of my leggings clinging to my skin. I shifted again, this time inching forward slightly to increase the pressure. I gasped, quickly covering her mouth with my hand. What am I doing? I thought. I had never felt like this in public before, let alone in a room full of strangers. But I couldn’t stop myself. The sensation was too intense, too overwhelming.

The instructor’s voice cut through my thoughts. “That’s it! You’re doing great! Give it everything you’ve got!” His words were like a spark, igniting something deep inside me. I pushed harder, my legs moving faster as I surrendered to the rhythm of the bike. The tension in my body was building, coiling tighter and tighter with every rotation. I was so close… so close…

And then it happened. A wave of pleasure washed over me, so powerful it nearly knocked my off the bike. I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out, my body trembling as the orgasm ripped through me. I could feel my mom’s pussy pulsing, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry, and saw the instructor walking toward me. He was smiling, his eyes locked on mine. I looked away, my heart racing. Had he noticed? Did he know?

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “You’re killing it today. Keep it up.”

I nodded nervously, unable to speak. my body was still tingling, my mind reeling from what had just happened. I wanted to stop, to get off the bike and run out of the room, but I couldn’t. I was trapped, not just by the bike, but by the intoxicating mix of embarrassment and arousal swirling inside me. I took a deep breath and continued pedaling, the rhythm of the bike matching the pounding of my heart.

The instructor lingered for a moment longer, his eyes scanning my body before he moved on to the next rider. I could feel his gaze burning into me, even as I stared straight ahead. my body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but one thing was certain: this was no ordinary spin class.