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

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Over 2, Ball 1

I placed a firm hand on Mom’s shoulder, guiding her gently but firmly. Her Breasts pressed slightly against my chest, Buttocks swaying under the yellow saree, and the black Bra peeking teasingly beneath. “Look, Mom,” I whispered, voice low and steady, “Karthik and Deepak… great players. They’re going to hit sixes and boundaries from now on. Watch and learn, focus with them.”
Karthik moved to join Deepak at the crease, the new over starting. Deepak took the strike, glancing at My Mom. She nodded, still trembling slightly, cheeks flushed, Breasts rising and falling as she breathed.
I lifted my right hand, cupping My Mom’s jaw carefully, wiping away her tears. “It’s okay… you’ll do this,” I whispered, leaning close. Then, I pressed a strong, lingering kiss onto her right cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin and the soft rise of her Breasts against me.
When I pulled back, I discreetly wiped the trace of my saliva from her cheek with my thumb. Her lips trembled as she exhaled, and My Mom looked up at me, eyes glistening, Buttocks shifting slightly under the saree, Pantyline teasing under the petticoat.
The closeness, her warmth, and the soft press of her Breasts against my chest sent a wave of heat through me. I felt turned on, my pulse racing as I held her face gently but firmly, grounding her while stealing every subtle sensation from her presence.
“Mom… don’t worry,” I whispered again, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she clung to me tightly. Her body pressed closer, Buttocks against me, Breasts rising and falling with each breath, making it impossible to ignore the erotic tension pulsing between us even as the match began anew.


Over 2
Deepak took strike while Karthik stood at the non-striker’s end, running carefully and only scoring singles. The over dragged on, and by the end, the scoreboard showed a mere three runs.
My Mom stood right next to me, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra peeking beneath, and the black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She wasn’t holding a bat—just watching, tense, frustrated, and restless.
Her Breasts rose and fell sharply with each exhale, Buttocks tensing as she shifted from one foot to the other, Pantyline teasing under her petticoat. She turned to me, eyes wide, flushed cheeks, and trembling lips.
“Varun… what do we do? They’re just taking singles… the score is so low!” she whispered, frustration spilling into her voice.
I placed a steady hand on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her Breasts and Buttocks pressing slightly against me. “Mom… don’t worry. Watch them, stay close, and focus. We’ll figure out the right moment to make a big hit,” I whispered, brushing a finger gently along her jaw, Panties shifting beneath the petticoat with the motion.
She let out a small, frustrated sigh, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing as she leaned slightly into me. The restlessness radiating off her, a mix of frustration and raw sensuality, made my pulse race.
“Trust me, Mom… we’ll turn this around. Just stay with me,” I murmured, pressing a brief, firm kiss on her cheek, feeling the heat of her Breasts and Buttocks pressed against me.
She clung to me for a moment longer, letting the tension of the match—and the subtle erotic charge between us—sink in. Breasts rising, Buttocks shifting, Pantyline teasing under her petticoat, she watched intently, restless but focused on what was happening on the field.