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

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Deepak’s dad carried  my mom through the large entrance hall, her arms around his neck, breasts pressing fully against his chest, waist leaning into him, and buttocks in his hands. The yellow saree shifted with each step, teasing glimpses of her black panties beneath.

My mom’s head rested slightly against his shoulder, a playful smile on her lips as she whispered softly, “Sir… careful, don’t drop me,” teasing him, while the sway of her hips and the way her breasts moved against him made the air electric.
I stayed behind, watching every detail, heart pounding, body tense with a mix of lust, awe, and jealousy. Every touch of his hands on her waist and buttocks, every subtle movement of her hips, the teasing curve of her breasts against his chest, the line of her panties beneath the saree—it was impossible to look away.
Deepak’s dad set her down gently near the main living area, his hands still lingering on her waist and buttocks, and whispered, “Sudha… you are intoxicating. Every move, every glance—it drives me crazy.”
My mom smiled knowingly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, breasts rising and falling against him, waist leaning into his hand, buttocks shifting slightly, and whispered back, “Sir… I like that you enjoy me.”
Deepak's Dad stepped back slightly, keeping his eyes on my mom one last time, then nodded at Deepak. “Deepak, show Sudha around the house,” he said firmly.
My mom, still breasts pressing lightly against her chest, waist leaning confidently, and buttocks brushing softly as she moved, followed Deepak through the grand hallway, yellow saree swaying and teasing glimpses of her black panties with every step.
I stayed behind with Karthik, watching as Deepak's Dad sank into a large sofa, his eyes lingering on the space where My Mom had been.
“Karthik… no one has ever tempted me like that,” Deepak's Dad said, voice low and rough, his gaze fixed on where My Mom had been standing. “Watching her… her buttocks, the panty line under that saree… the way she sits, moves… it’s unlike anything I’ve seen.”
I felt a mix of awe, jealousy, and heat rise in me. Deepak's Dad was completely captivated, ignoring both Karthik and me, his full attention still on My Mom’s body and presence. Karthik shifted uncomfortably, but even he couldn’t take his eyes off the lingering memory of My Mom’s saree, waist, breasts, and buttocks, while I sat tense, every nerve alive, watching the effect she had on him.
My mom moved further into the house with Deepak, completely in control, her confidence radiating in every step, breasts swaying, waist leaning subtly, buttocks brushing lightly, and the teasing glimpse of black panties beneath the yellow saree keeping both Deepak and me captivated, while Deepak's Dad sat mesmerized, lost in thoughts of her sensuality.
Karthik leaned slightly toward Deepak's Dad, curiosity dark in his eyes. “So… how were her breasts when you hugged her?” he asked quietly, voice low.
Deepak's Dad’s gaze lingered on the spot where My Mom had stood, hand still resting on his knee, as he spoke, voice rough with desire. “Karthik… they were perfect. Firm, full… pressing against my chest every time she moved. Her nipples against the blouse were teasing, subtle, yet impossible to ignore. When I held her, I could feel the weight and softness, every shift of her body making the moment electric.”
He leaned back, eyes dark with memory. “Her waist was tight, navel visible above her petticoat, buttocks brushing lightly as she leaned closer, and every motion… every sway… just made me lose control. No one has ever had that kind of power over me.”
Karthik’s eyes widened, fascinated and aroused, while I sat frozen, heat pooling low, chest tight. Hearing Deepak's Dad describe her breasts, waist, navel, buttocks, and even the panty line beneath the yellow saree made my mind spin.
My mom, completely unaware of the conversation behind her as she toured the house with Deepak, radiated confidence and sensuality, breasts swaying, waist leaning subtly, buttocks brushing lightly, the teasing line of her black panties visible under the yellow saree, holding every man’s attention effortlessly.
Karthik leaned closer to Deepak's Dad, voice low but eager. “And her waist? Her navel? Did you feel her properly?”
Deepak's Dad chuckled, eyes dark with memory, still staring at the spot My Mom had occupied. “Karthik… her waist was tight, smooth, perfect to hold. Her navel… just above the tucked-in petticoat, tempting, soft… every inch of her was designed to drive a man wild. And her buttocks—full, round, pressing lightly against me whenever she leaned or moved—God, it was impossible to resist.”
He leaned back, hands resting on his knees, voice low and rough. “Her breasts—firm, full, swaying slightly when she moved—every motion teased me. Even the line of her black panties under that yellow saree was like an open invitation. She had no idea the effect she had, and she moved with confidence, owning every inch of it.”
I sat behind them, chest tight, heart racing, every nerve screaming. Hearing Deepak's Dad describe her breasts, waist, navel, buttocks, and even the panty line in such detail made my pulse surge. My mother—Sudha—so daring, so radiant, so intoxicating, controlling every man’s attention effortlessly.
Karthik shifted, eyes dark with arousal. “And her saree… the way it moved?” he asked, voice husky.
Deepak's Dad’s grin was slow, appreciative, and wicked. “The yellow saree clung to her body just enough. Every sway of her hips, every subtle movement of her breasts and buttocks, every glimpse of her panties… it was impossible to ignore. She’s… irresistible.”
I felt heat pooling lower, tension building unbearably. Watching My Mom from behind, her breasts, waist, navel, and buttocks moving with the natural sway of her confidence, every inch visible, was driving me wild. Even Karthik and Deepak's Dad were lost, yet she remained completely in control, radiating power and sensuality with every step.
Karthik leaned toward Deepak's Dad, eyes dark with curiosity. “She was a cricketer in high college. I saw those photos. That skirt, her toned legs… she looked stunning.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened with excitement, and a low, rough chuckle escaped him. “Toned legs, firm thighs… every movement in those photos made me realize just how irresistible she is.”
Without hesitation, Deepak's Dad stood and called out, “Sudha! Come here, sit next to me.”