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

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I watched, as My Mom, breasts swaying lightly, waist leaning subtly, navel visible above her tucked-in petticoat, and buttocks brushing softly against the yellow saree, approached him confidently. She sat down beside him, her legs crossed slightly, yellow saree swaying to reveal teasing glimpses of her black panties, while Deepak and Karthik looked on, visibly turned on.

Deepak's Dad’s gaze lingered on her breasts, waist, navel, buttocks, and the line of her panties, eyes dark with desire. “Sudha… tell me about your cricket days,” he said, voice low and rough, leaning slightly closer, subtle heat radiating off him. “That skirt, your toned legs… how did you play, move, train back then?”
I sat behind, jaw tight, chest pounding, every nerve alive. Watching my mother—so confident, so beautiful, so sensual in her yellow saree, black bra subtly visible beneath the blouse, panties teasing beneath the petticoat, breasts, waist, navel, and buttocks all in full display—talk about her college cricket days with Deepak's Dad’s eyes fixed on her… it was almost too much to bear.
My mom leaned slightly closer to Deepak's Dad, breasts brushing against his chest, waist pressed subtly, navel visible above her tucked-in petticoat, and buttocks shifting lightly as she crossed her legs. Her yellow saree swayed teasingly, revealing glimpses of her black panties and the toned lines of her thighs.
“Sir… in high college, I used to play cricket almost every day,” she said, smiling confidently. “I wore my white shirt and pleated skirt, and practiced batting and bowling. It kept me fit, strong, and… toned.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened, almost greedy. “Toned legs… thighs… and that skirt… you must have been impossible to ignore,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on his knee, watching every subtle sway of her hips and movement of her buttocks.
My mom leaned back slightly, breasts brushing lightly against Deepak's Dad’s chest, waist subtly pressing, navel visible above her tucked-in petticoat, and buttocks shifting softly as she crossed her legs. Her yellow saree swayed, teasing glimpses of her black panties and toned thighs.
With a confident smile, she looked directly at Deepak's Dad. “Sir… I was hoping you could help me with something,” she said sweetly, voice soft and coaxing. “I need about 30 lakhs to build our house… I thought you might be willing to help.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened, scanning every inch of her body again—the breasts, waist, navel, buttocks, and the teasing panty line beneath her yellow saree. A low chuckle escaped him. “Sudha… you’re bold, asking so directly. And yet… seeing you like this, confident, intoxicating… how can I say no?”
I felt my pulse spike, heat pooling, jealousy and excitement raging. Watching my mother—Sudha—breasts pressing, waist leaning, buttocks brushing, panties teasing under the saree, confident and daring, asking Deepak's Dad for such a large sum, it was almost too much to take.
Deepak's Dad leaned back slightly, a low growl in his voice. “30 lakhs… for you, Sudha… maybe. But you’ve got to understand, you have to earn it. I like boldness, I like confidence… and you, my dear, are dangerously tempting.”
My mom’s smile widened, breasts pressing again, waist nudging subtly, buttocks shifting lightly, panty line teasing beneath the saree, and whispered softly, “Sir… I’ll do anything to make it worth your while.”
I froze, heart racing, my body alive with heat. Every detail—the breasts, waist, navel, buttocks, the panty line, the sway of her yellow saree, the subtle teasing confidence in her eyes—was mesmerizing. Deepak's Dad’s desire was evident, and my mom—was fully in control, daring, and intoxicating.
Come Sudha, let me show you my Terrace Cricket Ground, Deepak’s dad said and took my mom the Terrace up the grand staircase to the terrace.
When the terrace doors opened, my mom’s eyes widened in amazement. A private cricket ground stretched before her, immaculately maintained, gleaming under the sunlight. “Wow… Sir… this is incredible,” she breathed, hands resting lightly on her waist, breasts swaying slightly, buttocks brushing subtly as she moved closer to the boundary.
My mom smiled, watching her reactions, eyes dark with desire. “Only a few people know about this terrace ground. It’s private… just like you, Sudha. No one can see, no one can interrupt.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened as he spoke, voice low and commanding. “Sudha… I’m willing to give you the 30 lakhs today itself. But there’s a condition.”
She looked at him curiously, breasts pressing lightly, waist leaning, buttocks brushing subtly, panties teasing beneath the saree. “What condition, Sir?” she asked, her voice playful yet confident.
“You have to play a cricket match,” Deepak's Dad said, eyes tracing every sway of her hips, every subtle movement of her breasts and buttocks. “Against my son Deepak, Karthik, and their four friends—Arjun, Prakash, Rajan, and Naresh. Only if you win the match… only if you beat all of them… will the 30 lakhs be yours.”
I felt a surge of heat pool low, heart racing, every nerve alive. Watching My Mom—breasts pressing, waist leaning, navel visible, buttocks nudging, panty line teasing beneath the saree—so confident, daring, and sensual even in the challenge, was almost too much.
My mom’s eyes sparkled with excitement, breasts rising slightly, waist shifting subtly, buttocks brushing, and she whispered teasingly, “Sir… if I win, I get 30 lakhs… and if I lose?”
Deepak's Dad’s grin was dark and appreciative, eyes hungry as he traced her waist, buttocks, and the teasing line of panties under the yellow saree. “If you lose… well, let’s just say, I’ll enjoy watching you try.”
Deepak grinned, voice low and confident. “Aunty… don’t worry about the match. We’ll play on your side. You won’t have to face them alone.”
Karthik nodded, eyes dark with desire, scanning every subtle sway of her hips, every movement of her breasts and buttocks. “Exactly. We’ll help you win. You focus on playing, and the 30 lakhs will be yours. You’ll finally get to build the house you’ve been dreaming about.”
My mom’s eyes sparkled, breasts rising slightly, waist shifting subtly, buttocks brushing lightly, and she whispered with playful determination, “Alright… if you’re all on my side, I’ll win. And the 30 lakhs will be mine.”
Deepak leaned closer, voice husky. “That’s the spirit, Aunty. Just imagine… winning the match, getting the money, and finally building the house you’ve always wanted. You’ve got us, and Varun, watching your back.”
Deepak and Karthik exchanged a quick glance, “This terrace is too small for a proper cricket match,” Deepak said quietly, lowering his voice but his gaze never leaving her. “We should ask your father if we can play in the private cricket ground behind the house. That way, Aunty will have space to move, and the match will be proper.”
Karthik nodded, and they walked over to Deepak's Dad, “Dad … the terrace is too small,” Deepak said. “Can we use the private cricket ground behind the house? Sudha needs proper space for the match.”
Deepak's Dad’s gaze followed every subtle motion of her hips, every breast press, every waist and buttocks sway, and a low chuckle escaped him. “Alright… if it’s for her, let’s use the private ground. She’ll have the space she needs.”
Deepak's Dad led the way down the narrow staircase, his heavy steps echoing in the quiet corridor. Deepak and Karthik followed closely, chatting about how much better a real ground would be compared to the cramped terrace. My mom and I trailed a few steps behind, her yellow saree swaying gently with each step, brushing against my arm. She leaned closer, her voice low and deliberate.
"Varun… I’m doing all this for the house," she said, her eyes catching mine briefly before looking ahead.
I could see the seriousness in her tone, but there was also a faint glimmer of something else—like she wanted me to trust her completely.
"I know, Mom… I understand," I replied softly, matching her pace.
Deepak took the heavy bunch of cricket ground keys from Deepak's Dad, the metallic jingle echoing in the quiet corridor. He turned to Karthik with a confident smirk. "Call Arjun, Prakash, Rajan, and Naresh… tell them to meet us at the ground in ten minutes."
I stood just a step behind, watching it all play out, my eyes flicking between Deepak’s smug face and Mom’s calm, unreadable expression. Even though she had just whispered to me that she was doing all this for the house, there was still a knot in my stomach.
Karthik pulled out his phone immediately, nodding, and began dialing. Deepak’s eyes met mine for a moment—almost like he wanted me to know he was in control of whatever was about to happen at the cricket ground.
I stayed silent, walking beside Mom as we followed them out. My mind was racing, a mix of unease and curiosity. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly Deepak had in mind for this sudden late-evening gathering, and why Mom seemed so willing to play along.


Deepak turned to us with a grin. "You both wait near the car. I’ll just change into my white T-shirt and white track pants and come."
I nodded, but my eyes lingered on Mom. She stood near the doorway, still looking a little flushed from all the teasing inside. The way her saree hugged her hips made it hard for me to even think straight. Deepak brushed past her casually on his way to his room, his hand almost grazing her waist before he disappeared.
Mom glanced at me, almost as if she’d noticed my staring, and then looked away with a faint smile. Without a word, we started walking toward the main gate, the sound of our footsteps echoing faintly on Deepak's Dad’s tiled floor.
Deepak, Deepak's Dad, and Karthik finally stepped out of Deepak's Dad’s house, talking in low tones and looking unusually excited. I walked beside my mom, feeling that strange mix of pride and nervous energy that always hit me when these guys were around her. Without wasting a minute, they guided us to Deepak's Dad’s sleek black SUV parked outside.
"Come, let’s go," Deepak said with a grin, opening the rear door for Mom first. She slid in gracefully, her saree shifting just enough for my eyes to catch a teasing glimpse of her waist. My heart thudded. I quickly got in beside her, trying to keep my mind calm as the three of them took the front seats.
The ride was quiet but charged. I could see Deepak's Dad glancing back at Mom through the rearview mirror now and then, his smirk giving away that he was enjoying her presence. My chest felt tight, partly from jealousy, partly from curiosity about what they had in mind.
When we reached the large iron gates of Deepak's Dad’s family’s private cricket stadium, I spotted Arjun, Prakash, Rajan, and Naresh already waiting. They looked impatient, almost like kids eager for a surprise.
Deepak leaned out and unlocked the heavy gate himself. As it creaked open, the vast green ground spread out before us under the late morning sun, the fresh-cut grass glistening. My pulse quickened — not because of the ground, but because I knew the real reason we were here had nothing to do with cricket.
The SUV rolled forward onto the ground, and the others followed us in, their footsteps crunching on the gravel path. I stayed close to Mom, a mix of protective instinct and guilty excitement running through me.
My mom stepped out onto the stadium’s pristine turf, the vast expanse stretching endlessly under the golden noon light. The stands stood empty, their silence making the place feel even more private and exclusive. A soft breeze brushed across her saree, making her buttocks shift subtly under the smooth dbang as she walked.
She slowed her steps, taking in the grandeur of the pitch, her eyes roaming over the manicured grass and the perfectly aligned boundary rope. Her hand instinctively rested at her waist, fingers idly playing near her navel as if savoring the stillness.
From behind, Arjun, Prakash, Rajan, and Naresh followed, their eyes fixed on her swaying walk. Each of them exchanged quick glances, silently acknowledging how their attention was locked onto her breasts moving gently inside her blouse.
Arjun whispered, “She looks like she owns this place.”
Prakash smirked, “I’m just wondering how that saree is holding all this together. Look at her buttocks move…”
Naresh added softly, “And those lips… if she turns around, I’m gone.”
My Mom paused in the middle of the turf, glancing up at the empty commentary boxes. She smiled faintly, feeling the weight of their stares without turning. Her saree’s pleats fluttered gently, teasing glimpses of her hips and the outline of her buttocks.
Rajan muttered under his breath, “Man, I’d watch a match here every day if she was on the pitch.”
Deepak's Dad clapped his hands once to get everyone’s attention.
"Alright, everyone, listen up," he began, his voice carrying across the private stadium. "Arjun, Prakash, Rajan, Naresh… I know you are all from poor families and struggling to pay your college fees. Today, here’s your chance. You will form one team, and Rajan… you will be the captain."
The four young men nodded, glancing at each other with a mix of determination and excitement, though their eyes still kept drifting back to Sudha’s breasts and waist.
Deepak's Dad turned toward the others.
"Sudha, Deepak, Karthik, and Varun — you will form the other team. And Sudha…" he smiled, "you will be the captain."
My mom blinked, caught off guard. "Me… captain?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness.
"Yes," Deepak's Dad said firmly. "And I will be the umpire. My decision will be final. The winning team takes home thirty lakh rupees."
The weight of the figure made My Mom’s stomach tighten. She knew exactly what thirty lakhs could mean for her dream house. She also felt the pressure — four men staring at her, waiting to see how she would lead.
Deepak's Dad pulled out a coin. "Let’s have the toss."
My mom called out quickly, "Heads!"
The coin spun high in the air, glinting under the sunlight, before landing neatly in Deepak's Dad’s palm. Everyone held their breath.
“Tails it is,” Deepak's Dad announced. The coin gleamed one last time in his hand — Rajan had won the toss.
He smirked confidently. “We’ll bat first,” he declared, stepping up to the crease with his team behind him.