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

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Over 4, Ball 1

Deepak took strike, eyes locked on the ball. My Mom stood next to me, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and the black Panties teasing above her petticoat. Her Breasts rose and fell rapidly with anticipation, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline shifting slightly as she leaned forward, completely absorbed in the game.
The bowler ran in, and Deepak swung with perfect timing. The ball soared high, sailing clean over the boundary. Six!
My Mom’s eyes widened, a delighted squeal escaping her lips. “Yes! That’s it!” she cried, Breasts bouncing with excitement, Buttocks shifting under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly. The scoreboard had now doubled, and the energy on the field surged.
Deepak sprinted toward her, grin wide. “I get my kiss, Aunty?” he called.
My Mom laughed, flushed and breathless, Breasts rising sharply, Buttocks tensing as she stepped forward, Pantyline teasing under the petticoat. Deepak hugged her tightly, his hands pressing firmly against her Buttocks, pulling her close for a long, deliberate kiss on her lips.
She gasped softly, wrapping her arms around him, Breasts pressing fully against his chest as he pulled back slightly. Her lips trembled from the kiss, cheeks flushed, and she whispered softly: “Good… job!”
Deepak grinned, nodding, and ran back to his crease, excitement radiating from him. My Mom’s Breasts heaved, Buttocks shifting under the saree, and Panties peeking teasingly beneath the petticoat, as she turned back to me, glowing and flushed from the playful, sensual moment.
I felt my boner, watching My Mom—the sway of her Buttocks, the lift of her Breasts, and the teasing Pantyline—every detail making it impossible to look away.


Over 4, Ball 2
Deepak squared up for the next ball, eyes focused. My Mom stood close by, yellow saree hugging her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and the black Panties teasing under her petticoat. Her Breasts rose and fell rapidly, Buttocks tensing slightly as she leaned forward, watching intently.
The ball came fast. Deepak swung hard but missed the perfect timing—he only managed a weak connection. The ball trickled to the fielders, and he ran a single, disappointment written across his face.
“Good effort, Deepak! Keep your focus!” My Mom called out, clapping lightly, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly as she encouraged him.
He looked back at her, his confidence rekindled by her presence. “Yes, Aunty! I won’t miss next one!” he said, energized, running to his crease.
My Mom smiled, flushed cheeks, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, and whispered softly to me: “We can do this… I just need them to keep going!” Her Panties peeked teasingly above the petticoat as she leaned slightly toward me, the mix of determination and sensuality radiating from her.