Misc. Erotica Mom's Cricket Challenge with my Friends (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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Moments later, Deepak’s dad emerged from the house with a middle-aged man in a white banian and blue lungi. The man’s presence was commanding, his posture confident. Deepak leaned slightly toward My Mom and whispered, “This is my father. Greet him the way rich people do—show respect, confidence, and… a proper hug.”
My mom nodded slightly, her breasts moving subtly in the blouse, the navel above her waist catching the sunlight, buttocks shifting as she adjusted her saree, and her eyes bright with curiosity and excitement. She prepared herself, knowing this greeting could be important.
I stayed just behind her, my pulse quickening, watching every movement—her panty line showing through the yellow saree as she shifted, her breasts adjusting with her posture, the way her waist moved with the careful sway of her hips. My body tensed with desire as I imagined her wrapping her arms around a stranger, yet doing it with confidence and grace.
The security guard inside the kiosk continued watching, completely fixated on her, and was jerking off watching my mom vigorously. I swallowed hard, torn between excitement, jealousy, and a rush of desire as I prepared to see how my mom handled this first meeting with Deepak’s father.
Before my mom could react, the middle-aged man in white banian and blue lungi stepped closer. “Hi, I am Deepak's Dad,” he said, and without hesitation, he grabbed her waist and pulled her close.
My Mom froze for a split second, then remembered Deepak and Karthik’s instructions about the rich people’s greeting—and the thought of impressing him to secure the money surged through her. With a bright smile, she said, “Hello, Sir, nice meeting you,” and wrapped her arms around Deepak's Dad’s neck, hugging him tight.
I could see her breasts pressing against his chest, her navel exposed above the tucked-in petticoat, and her buttocks pressing lightly against the yellow saree as she leaned in. Every movement was confident, deliberate, and sensual.
My chest tightened, my pulse racing. Watching her—my mother—hug a stranger like that, feeling how full her breasts pressed and how her panties could be seen beneath the saree’s folds, made my body restless. The security guard inside his kiosk didn’t hide his staring either, and I could see his obvious excitement.
My mom hugged him longer than necessary, her arms firm around his neck, the hug confident and powerful, sending a jolt of excitement through me as I watched every inch of her body interact with him.


Deepak’s Dad stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my mom. One hand grabbed my mom’s waist, keeping her close, while the other hand grabbed my mom’s buttocks.
My mom leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her breasts crushed against his chest through the yellow blouse, and her navel above the tucked-in petticoat moved slightly as she shifted closer.
Deepak’s dad tightened his hold slightly. “My God, Deepak… I am liking Ladoo already,” he murmured, voice low. “You’re… beautiful.”
My mom smiled wider, holding him firmly. “Thank you, Sir… I’m glad to meet you too,” she whispered, turning slightly so her buttocks moved against his hand, and the line of her black panties showed beneath the yellow saree.
I stayed behind, my heart racing, noticing every detail—the movement of her hips, the way her breasts shifted against him, and the confident way she hugged a stranger. Even the security guard in his kiosk couldn’t look away, touching himself openly.
My mom kept her arms around Deepak's Dad’s neck, holding him tightly. Her breasts touched his chest, and her navel moved slightly as she leaned closer. Her buttocks shifted slightly against his hand, the black panties visible beneath the yellow saree.
“Sir… I was thinking… maybe you could help us with some money,” My Mom said softly, her voice steady but full of hope. “About thirty lakhs… to build our house.”
Deepak’s dad chuckled, tightening his hold just a little, his hands moving subtly along her waist and buttocks as he felt her hug. “Thirty lakhs… for someone like you, Sudha, that’s nothing. I can arrange it without a second thought,” he said, his eyes drinking in her beauty.
Her eyes widened, and a thrill ran through me as I watched. My mom’s breasts shifted slightly with her movement, her navel visible above the petticoat, buttocks brushing subtly against him as she smiled.
I noticed the security guard in his kiosk again, jerking off watching my mom getting hugged by his Boss and my mom hugging him back, and his Boss grabbing my mom’s Buttocks. My pulse quickened, desire burning as I saw My Mom confidently take control of the moment—her yellow saree, blouse, waist, navel, and panties all on display, every detail drawing attention.
My mom pulled back slightly from the hug, looking directly at Deepak’s dad with a bright, inviting smile. “I hope that’s okay, Sir… we really want to build our house,” she whispered.
Deepak’s dad’s grin widened. “It’s more than okay… I like your confidence, My Mom,” he said, his gaze lingering on her body, and held her for a few more seconds, enjoying the closeness.
My mom’s arms stayed wrapped around Deepak’s dad’s neck, holding him tightly. Her breasts crushed his chest, navel visible above her petticoat, and buttocks brushing subtly against his hand as she leaned into him.
Deepak’s dad held my mom for a few more moments, then spoke in a low, approving voice. “I like your straightforwardness, Sudha. You come directly and ask me instead of wasting my time.”
My mom smiled at him, “I believe in being honest, Sir… it saves time for both of us,” she said, keeping her eyes locked on his, every inch of her yellow saree, blouse, waist, and panties visible to him as she leaned closer.
His hands stayed on her waist and buttocks, holding her close as the hug lingered. I watched from just behind, my chest tightening, pulse racing, my body burning with desire. Every movement of her hips, the subtle sway of her buttocks, the way her breasts shifted against him, made it impossible to look away.
Even the security guard in his kiosk continued watching, completely fixated, his hand jerking off vigorously and it looked like he was about to cum. But my attention stayed on My mom—confident, beautiful, and completely in control of the situation, making the hug electric and intoxicating.
Here’s the continuation from Varun’s point of view, fully direct and visual, keeping the hug erotic and including dialogue:
Deepak’s dad tightened his hold just slightly, his hands steady on her waist and buttocks, holding her close. His eyes roamed over her breasts, waist, navel, and the panty line visible beneath the yellow saree, then met her gaze.
“You know, Ladoo… I’m also straightforward, like you,” he said, voice low and approving. “And I like your body—your shape, your structure… everything about you.”
My mom felt heat rush to her cheeks, her breasts shifting against him as she instinctively hugged him tighter. “Sir… you’re too kind,” she whispered, a soft blush spreading across her face as her navel moved slightly above the tucked-in petticoat, buttocks brushing gently against his hand.
I watched from just behind, chest tightening, pulse racing. Every sway of her hips, every shift of her breasts in the yellow blouse, every glimpse of her black panties beneath the saree kept my body tense with desire.
Even the security guard in the kiosk who was jerking off watching my mom, couldn’t take his eyes off her, looked like he was about to cum at any moment, while my mom maintained her confidence, smiling shyly but holding the hug long enough to make the moment completely electric.
Deepak’s dad’s hands steady on her waist and buttocks, keeping her body close. His eyes scanned her breasts, waist, navel, and the line of her black panties beneath the yellow saree, before meeting her gaze.
“Sudha… since I’m straightforward like you, I’ll ask directly,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “Can I kiss your lips?”
My mom hesitated just for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, a thrill in her voice.
Immediately, Deepak’s dad leaned closer and kissed her lips. My mom responded without hesitation, kissing him back, her arms tightening around his neck. Her breasts shifted against his chest, navel visible above the petticoat, and her buttocks moved slightly as she pressed closer into the hug.
From where I stood behind her, I could see every detail—the way her saree swayed, the subtle movement of her hips, the line of her panties, and the confident way she kissed him back. My chest tightened, heat pooling low, my body restless with desire and a mix of pride, jealousy, and fascination.
The security guard in his kiosk started getting bolder and all this while he was sitting on jerking off, but now he stood up and and began jerking off watching my mom and his Boss kissing, lost in the sight of my mom’s beauty and the intimacy unfolding before him. But my eyes stayed glued to her—my mother—so daring, so radiant, and so fully captivating in that hug.
My mom’s lips kissed Deepak’s dad’s lips, firm and deliberate. She held him by the neck, breasts brushing against his chest, navel visible above the tucked-in petticoat, and buttocks shifting slightly as she leaned closer.
Deepak’s dad responded eagerly, his hands sliding from her waist to grip her buttocks lightly, holding her steady while their lips remained locked. Every subtle sway of her hips made the moment electric, and the line of her black panties beneath the yellow saree drew my eyes irresistibly.
“Mmm… you’re… amazing, Sudha,” Deepak’s dad murmured between kisses, his voice low and rough, and she answered softly, her lips pressing harder, returning his passion with equal intensity.
I stood just behind, pulse racing, my body tense with a mix of lust, jealousy, and awe. Every inch of her body—breasts, waist, navel, buttocks, panties—was in plain view, every subtle movement fueling my desire.
My mom tilted slightly, brushing her cheek against Deepak’s dad’s cheek, and whispered with a mischievous smile, “Sir… we should go inside soon, shouldn’t we?”
Deepak’s dad chuckled, letting their lips part for a moment, hands still holding her waist and buttocks, eyes lingering on her body, clearly captivated by every detail of her saree, blouse, and panties.
As my mom began following Deepak and Karthik, Deepak’s dad who was obsessed with my mom, caught her hand, gently turning her around to face him. His other hand cupped her face, fingers brushing her cheeks and jaw, holding her steady.
Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her lips again, deeper this time, his tongue brushing hers as she responded eagerly, arms around his neck, breasts touching his chest, navel visible above the tucked-in petticoat, and buttocks brushing against him.





The security guard in his kiosk, who had been openly jerking off,  could not control any more and began cumming all over the floor, and sat on the chair, unable to believe the intensity unfolding right in front of him.
I stood behind my mom, heart pounding, pulse racing. Every movement—the way her hips shifted slightly, the sway of her buttocks, the way her breasts moved against him, the line of her black panties beneath the yellow saree—was burning into my mind.
My mom tilted her head slightly, still holding the kiss, a small smile playing on her lips as if teasing him. Deepak's Dad’s hands remained firm on her waist and face, clearly captivated by every inch of her body, from the curve of her waist to the way her saree clung lightly to her buttocks.


Deepak’s dad held my mom’s face in his hands, his fingers brushing lightly over her cheeks, while he was enjoying himself kissing my mom’s lips. My mom responded immediately, arms tight around his neck, breasts touching his chest, navel visible above the tucked-in petticoat, and buttocks brushing against him with every subtle shift of her hips.
Their kiss deepened, tongues exploring gently, lips parting and meeting again. Deepak's Dad’s hands moved briefly down to her waist, guiding her slightly closer, then back up to her face, holding her firmly as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her.
From where I stood, my pulse raced uncontrollably. Every movement of her hips, the way her breasts moved against him, the subtle glimpse of her panties beneath the yellow saree, made my body tense with a mix of desire, jealousy, and awe.
Even Deepak and Karthik, standing nearby, exchanged glances, clearly turned on by the bold display. The security guard in his kiosk had slumped back, still staring, but now frozen, unable to do anything.
My mom tilted her head slightly, teasing him through the kiss, letting her breasts brush more fully, waist leaning against him, buttocks moving softly with the rhythm of their bodies. Her small smile showed she was fully in control, enjoying the power she had over the situation.
Deepak’s Dad whispered against her lips, “My Mom… you’re incredible.”
She responded with a soft laugh between kisses, “Sir… you’re not too bad yourself,” letting her tongue tease his lightly, keeping him captivated while she maintained her playful confidence.
Deepak’s dad slowly broke the kiss, just enough to let their lips part. He held My Mom’s face in his hands, thumb brushing over her cheek, fingers resting along her jaw.
“Sudha… your lips… they taste sweet,” he murmured, eyes dark with interest. “What did you eat?”
My mom’s cheeks flushed, a small smile playing on her lips. “Sir… nothing special… just some fruits,” she replied softly, her arms still around his neck, breasts touching his chest, navel visible above the tucked-in petticoat, and buttocks brushing gently against him as she leaned closer.
Deepak’s dad pulled back just slightly, holding my mom’s face in his hands. “Sudha… I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice low. “My breath… and my teeth… they’re not perfect. I have cavities… it might not taste good.”
He opened his mouth to show her, revealing poor oral hygiene and several cavities. For a brief moment, my mom’s face flickered with a hint of disgust, her breasts shifting against him, navel visible above the petticoat, and buttocks brushing softly as she leaned closer.
Then she smiled, her confidence and control returning immediately. “It’s okay, Sir,” she whispered, tilting her head. “I like it… I liked how it tasted.”