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

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Over 4, Ball 3

Karthik squared up for the ball, eyes focused, bat ready. My Mom stood near me, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra peeking beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. Her Breasts rose and fell rapidly, Buttocks tensing as she leaned forward, completely absorbed in the game.
The bowler ran in, and Karthik swung perfectly. The ball soared high and clean over the boundary. Six!
My Mom gasped, cheeks flushed, Breasts bouncing with excitement, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Panties teasing under the petticoat. The scoreboard jumped, and the energy on the field shifted immediately.
Karthik sprinted straight toward her, grin wide. But this time, instead of a kiss on the lips, he dropped to one knee and pressed a long, slow kiss on My Mom’s deep navel.
A soft moan escaped her lips. Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties shifting slightly as she placed her hands gently on his face. “Great shot, Karthik!” she whispered, breathy and excited, “Keep hitting sixes like this!”
She pressed a quick kiss on his forehead, gently running her pallu over her navel to wipe away the trace of his saliva, and whispered: “Go, now—keep up the momentum!”
Karthik grinned, his confidence renewed, and ran back to his crease, heart racing. My Mom turned back to me, flushed and glowing, Breasts heaving, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly, a mix of excitement, mischief, and motivation radiating from her.
Over 4, Ball 4
Karthik faced the ball, swinging aggressively. He didn’t connect perfectly this time, and the ball trickled away for just a single. He jogged back to the non-striker’s end as Deepak took strike.
My Mom clapped lightly, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the yellow saree, Panties teasing beneath her petticoat. “Great shot, Karthik! Keep it up!” she called out, her flushed cheeks and rising Breasts showing her excitement.
Karthik grinned mischievously, blowing playful kisses toward her deep navel as he reached his crease. My Mom’s lips parted, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing slightly under the saree, Pantyline teasing beneath her petticoat. She pressed a hand lightly to her navel, feeling the warmth of the gesture.
Deepak squared up for the next ball, his eyes locked on the bowler, while My Mom stood close, Breasts rising and falling with every breath, Buttocks swaying slightly, flushed and eager, clearly excited by the playful interaction with Karthik.
Over 4, Ball 5
Deepak took strike again, eyes fixed on the bowler. He swung hard, hoping for a big hit—but missed entirely. The ball trickled past him, leaving him frustrated.
Over 4, Ball 6
Deepak squared up once more, but again, he missed the ball. The over ended with no additional runs from him, leaving the tension high.
Deepak's Dad stormed toward My Mom, white T-shirt clinging to his chest, White Track Pants fluttering slightly. His voice was sharp and scolding.
“Sudha! You’re letting them waste too many balls! They’re trying too hard for sixes and boundaries instead of focusing properly. You need to make them concentrate, or we’ll lose the advantage!”
My Mom’s Breasts heaved, Buttocks tensing under her saree, Pantyline teasing beneath her petticoat as she looked at me, helpless and frustrated.
I stepped forward, placing a steady hand on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her Breasts against me, Buttocks brushing slightly into mine. “Mom… I’ve got an idea,” I whispered. I called Deepak and Karthik over, voice low but firm:
“Listen, if you waste another ball, My Mom won’t kiss you. No sixes, no kisses. Focus on the ball and play properly!”
Both boys froze for a moment, eyes wide, then nodded quickly, clearly motivated by the playful but firm threat.
My Mom flushed, Breasts rising sharply, Buttocks tensing under her saree, Panties peeking teasingly above her petticoat, biting her lip slightly. She whispered softly to me: “Varun… you’re always full of ideas…”
I smiled, holding her closer, Breasts pressing into my chest, Buttocks brushing against me. The mix of tension, frustration, and teasing sensuality radiating off her made my pulse spike as we prepared for the next over.