23-08-2025, 11:03 AM
Over 5, Ball 1
Karthik squared up for the first ball of the over, swinging aggressively—but missed. The ball zipped past him. My Mom stood nearby, yellow saree hugging her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, black Panties teasing under her petticoat. Her Breasts heaved sharply, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline shifting as she clutched her hands together, frustration mounting.
“It’s okay… focus next time,” she muttered under her breath, biting her lip, flushed cheeks showing her worry.
Over 5, Ball 2
Karthik steadied himself and swung. This time, he connected just enough to take a single, giving the strike to Deepak. My Mom clapped lightly, Breasts rising and falling, Buttocks shifting, Panties peeking teasingly above her petticoat, whispering: “Good… now Deepak, focus!”
Over 5, Ball 3
Deepak squared up confidently—but the bowler delivered a perfect line. The ball clipped the stumps. Bowled!
My Mom’s face fell completely. Breasts heaving, Buttocks tightening under her saree, Pantyline teasing under her petticoat, she pressed her hands to her face. “No… no… I… I’ll never get the thirty lakhs…” she whispered, voice trembling, eyes welling with tears.
I stepped close, cupping her face, Breasts pressing into me, Buttocks brushing slightly against my thigh. “Mom… shh… don’t worry. It’s not over yet,” I whispered, voice calm but firm. “I’ll go to bat now. Watch and stay with me—we’ll turn this around.”
Her lips trembled as she nodded, flushed cheeks, Breasts rising sharply, Buttocks tensing, Panties peeking teasingly, clinging briefly to me for support before stepping slightly back to watch me take the crease.
Over 5, Ball 4
I squared up for the ball, bat steady in hand. The bowler ran in, and I swung with full power. The ball soared clean over the boundary. Six!
My Mom jumped in joy, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. “Yes! That’s it, Varun!” she cried, cheeks flushed, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly as she clapped.
I jogged toward her, grin wide, and without hesitation leaned in. This was the first time our lips would meet. She froze for a moment, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly above her petticoat, before she blushed and let me close the distance.
I pressed my lips firmly against hers, cupping her face with both hands. Our lips met passionately, and I tasted her softly, exploring her tongue with mine. My Mom moaned softly into the kiss, wrapping her hands around my shoulders, Breasts pressing fully against me, Buttocks shifting slightly, caught between excitement and desire.
The world seemed to disappear for a moment—just her lips, the warmth of her Breasts, the sway of her Buttocks, and the teasing Pantyline beneath the petticoat, as I held her close and kissed her fully, savoring the moment we had waited for.
When we finally broke apart, she was flushed, breathless, eyes sparkling. “Varun… that was… amazing,” she whispered, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties teasing above the petticoat, hugging me tight.
I smiled, heart racing, and whispered back: “This is just the start, Mom… now let’s win this game together.”
Over 5, Ball 5
I took my stance, bat in hand, but my mind was still reeling from our first kiss. The taste of My Mom’s lips and tongue lingered on mine, sending a warm shiver down my spine. My pants tightened noticeably as my boner pressed insistently, my eyes involuntarily seeking her gaze.
My Mom stood near me, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She was cheering quietly, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline shifting slightly, her lips curving in a playful smile.
I whispered to myself, glancing at her: “Get ready… another kiss is coming, Mom…” My eyes locked on her, taking in the sway of her Buttocks, the rise of her Breasts, the teasing Pantyline beneath her petticoat, and it only made the urge stronger.
The bowler ran in, and I gripped the bat tighter, stealing a quick glance at My Mom, imagining her flushed face, Breasts heaving, and Buttocks pressing subtly under the saree. My heart raced as I prepared for the next shot, excitement and desire building in equal measure.
I swung with all my strength. The ball soared high and clean over the ropes. Six!
My Mom jumped in joy, yellow saree clinging tightly to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. “Yes! That’s it, Varun!” she cried, cheeks flushed, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly as she clapped.
I sprinted toward her, heart hammering. Reaching her, I grabbed her underarms, pulling her against me. My lips kissed her lips hard and deep, tasting her fully—tongue exploring hers, sliding and teasing. My Mom moaned, hands clutching my shoulders, Breasts pressing firmly against my chest, Buttocks tensing and pressing into me under the saree, Panties shifting teasingly as I pressed closer.
I broke the kiss slightly, just to deepen it again, letting my tongue sweep across her tongue, tasting every part of her mouth. Her moans grew louder, Breasts heaving, Buttocks trembling, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer, lost in the moment.
Suddenly, Deepak’s Dad came running over, waving his arms frantically. “Sudha! Enough! Focus on the game!” he shouted, yanking us apart.
My Mom and I stepped back slightly, breathing heavily, eyes locked. The tension between us crackled in the air, Breasts rising and falling rapidly, Buttocks still subtly pressing under her saree, Pantyline teasing beneath her petticoat, the memory of the passionate kiss lingering, igniting an unspoken desire as we prepared for the next ball.
Over 5, Ball 6
I took my stance again, bat firm in my hands, but my mind wasn’t on the ball. I stole a glance at My Mom, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, black Panties teasing above her petticoat.
I whispered to myself, heart pounding, “I’ve been living my whole life with this hot, beautiful Tamil Hottie, and I wasted so many chances… I should have kissed her lips long ago. Why didn’t I enjoy it sooner?”
The memory of our first passionate kiss—Breasts pressing into me, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline teasing beneath her petticoat, her tongue exploring mine—made my pants tighten even more. I cursed myself quietly for all the wasted opportunities, my pulse racing with desire and regret.
My Mom watched me intently, cheeks flushed, Breasts heaving, Buttocks subtly shifting under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly, clearly sensing my desire. Her lips curved in a soft, knowing smile, whispering under her breath: “Varun… focus… but don’t forget who you belong to.”
I gripped the bat tighter, stealing one more longing glance at her, imagining the next kiss, tasting her lips again in my mind as the bowler ran in. Every nerve in my body screamed with anticipation, both for the game and for the teasing, erotic tension between us.
I took my stance, bat in hand, but my eyes couldn’t stay on the ball. They drifted down to My Mom’s deep navel, framed perfectly by the yellow saree and yellow blouse, black Bra visible above, black Panties teasing beneath the petticoat. I whispered to myself, “Damn… she’s so hot… so impossible to resist…”
My Mom cheered softly for me, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly. The flush on her cheeks, the way her deep navel gleamed just above the petticoat, made my pulse spike. Every glance, every subtle movement felt like an invitation, her body practically daring me, inviting me to make love to her.
I gripped the bat tighter, imagining her soft moans, the press of her Breasts against me, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly. My pants tightened, my boner aching, and I whispered under my breath: “God… I want her… right here…”
Her eyes met mine, playful and mischievous, Breasts heaving, Buttocks shifting, Pantyline teasing, and I knew she felt the same heat coursing between us. The bowler ran in, but I barely noticed—my whole focus was My Mom, the game now just a backdrop to the burning desire radiating off her.
I squared up at the crease, eyes stealing one last glance at My Mom. Yellow saree clung to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible, black Panties teasing above her petticoat, and her deep navel gleaming just above the waistband. My pulse raced as I whispered under my breath, “You’re mine today, My Mom…”
Her eyes met mine, cheeks flushed, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline teasing as she smiled softly. The heat between us was undeniable, and every glance felt like a silent invitation, a challenge wrapped in desire.
I glanced at the bowler, gripping the bat tighter, boner pressing insistently against my pants, every nerve on fire. “Focus… but you’re mine,” I muttered again, ready to face the delivery, eyes locked on the ball, yet still drinking in every detail of My Mom’s body.
The bowler ran in, and I prepared to swing, the tension between the game and the simmering erotic heat between us making my heartbeat thunder.
Karthik squared up for the first ball of the over, swinging aggressively—but missed. The ball zipped past him. My Mom stood nearby, yellow saree hugging her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, black Panties teasing under her petticoat. Her Breasts heaved sharply, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline shifting as she clutched her hands together, frustration mounting.
“It’s okay… focus next time,” she muttered under her breath, biting her lip, flushed cheeks showing her worry.
Over 5, Ball 2
Karthik steadied himself and swung. This time, he connected just enough to take a single, giving the strike to Deepak. My Mom clapped lightly, Breasts rising and falling, Buttocks shifting, Panties peeking teasingly above her petticoat, whispering: “Good… now Deepak, focus!”
Over 5, Ball 3
Deepak squared up confidently—but the bowler delivered a perfect line. The ball clipped the stumps. Bowled!
My Mom’s face fell completely. Breasts heaving, Buttocks tightening under her saree, Pantyline teasing under her petticoat, she pressed her hands to her face. “No… no… I… I’ll never get the thirty lakhs…” she whispered, voice trembling, eyes welling with tears.
I stepped close, cupping her face, Breasts pressing into me, Buttocks brushing slightly against my thigh. “Mom… shh… don’t worry. It’s not over yet,” I whispered, voice calm but firm. “I’ll go to bat now. Watch and stay with me—we’ll turn this around.”
Her lips trembled as she nodded, flushed cheeks, Breasts rising sharply, Buttocks tensing, Panties peeking teasingly, clinging briefly to me for support before stepping slightly back to watch me take the crease.
Over 5, Ball 4
I squared up for the ball, bat steady in hand. The bowler ran in, and I swung with full power. The ball soared clean over the boundary. Six!
My Mom jumped in joy, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. “Yes! That’s it, Varun!” she cried, cheeks flushed, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly as she clapped.
I jogged toward her, grin wide, and without hesitation leaned in. This was the first time our lips would meet. She froze for a moment, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly above her petticoat, before she blushed and let me close the distance.
I pressed my lips firmly against hers, cupping her face with both hands. Our lips met passionately, and I tasted her softly, exploring her tongue with mine. My Mom moaned softly into the kiss, wrapping her hands around my shoulders, Breasts pressing fully against me, Buttocks shifting slightly, caught between excitement and desire.
The world seemed to disappear for a moment—just her lips, the warmth of her Breasts, the sway of her Buttocks, and the teasing Pantyline beneath the petticoat, as I held her close and kissed her fully, savoring the moment we had waited for.
When we finally broke apart, she was flushed, breathless, eyes sparkling. “Varun… that was… amazing,” she whispered, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties teasing above the petticoat, hugging me tight.
I smiled, heart racing, and whispered back: “This is just the start, Mom… now let’s win this game together.”
Over 5, Ball 5
I took my stance, bat in hand, but my mind was still reeling from our first kiss. The taste of My Mom’s lips and tongue lingered on mine, sending a warm shiver down my spine. My pants tightened noticeably as my boner pressed insistently, my eyes involuntarily seeking her gaze.
My Mom stood near me, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She was cheering quietly, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline shifting slightly, her lips curving in a playful smile.
I whispered to myself, glancing at her: “Get ready… another kiss is coming, Mom…” My eyes locked on her, taking in the sway of her Buttocks, the rise of her Breasts, the teasing Pantyline beneath her petticoat, and it only made the urge stronger.
The bowler ran in, and I gripped the bat tighter, stealing a quick glance at My Mom, imagining her flushed face, Breasts heaving, and Buttocks pressing subtly under the saree. My heart raced as I prepared for the next shot, excitement and desire building in equal measure.
I swung with all my strength. The ball soared high and clean over the ropes. Six!
My Mom jumped in joy, yellow saree clinging tightly to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. “Yes! That’s it, Varun!” she cried, cheeks flushed, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly as she clapped.
I sprinted toward her, heart hammering. Reaching her, I grabbed her underarms, pulling her against me. My lips kissed her lips hard and deep, tasting her fully—tongue exploring hers, sliding and teasing. My Mom moaned, hands clutching my shoulders, Breasts pressing firmly against my chest, Buttocks tensing and pressing into me under the saree, Panties shifting teasingly as I pressed closer.
I broke the kiss slightly, just to deepen it again, letting my tongue sweep across her tongue, tasting every part of her mouth. Her moans grew louder, Breasts heaving, Buttocks trembling, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer, lost in the moment.
Suddenly, Deepak’s Dad came running over, waving his arms frantically. “Sudha! Enough! Focus on the game!” he shouted, yanking us apart.
My Mom and I stepped back slightly, breathing heavily, eyes locked. The tension between us crackled in the air, Breasts rising and falling rapidly, Buttocks still subtly pressing under her saree, Pantyline teasing beneath her petticoat, the memory of the passionate kiss lingering, igniting an unspoken desire as we prepared for the next ball.
Over 5, Ball 6
I took my stance again, bat firm in my hands, but my mind wasn’t on the ball. I stole a glance at My Mom, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, black Panties teasing above her petticoat.
I whispered to myself, heart pounding, “I’ve been living my whole life with this hot, beautiful Tamil Hottie, and I wasted so many chances… I should have kissed her lips long ago. Why didn’t I enjoy it sooner?”
The memory of our first passionate kiss—Breasts pressing into me, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline teasing beneath her petticoat, her tongue exploring mine—made my pants tighten even more. I cursed myself quietly for all the wasted opportunities, my pulse racing with desire and regret.
My Mom watched me intently, cheeks flushed, Breasts heaving, Buttocks subtly shifting under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly, clearly sensing my desire. Her lips curved in a soft, knowing smile, whispering under her breath: “Varun… focus… but don’t forget who you belong to.”
I gripped the bat tighter, stealing one more longing glance at her, imagining the next kiss, tasting her lips again in my mind as the bowler ran in. Every nerve in my body screamed with anticipation, both for the game and for the teasing, erotic tension between us.
I took my stance, bat in hand, but my eyes couldn’t stay on the ball. They drifted down to My Mom’s deep navel, framed perfectly by the yellow saree and yellow blouse, black Bra visible above, black Panties teasing beneath the petticoat. I whispered to myself, “Damn… she’s so hot… so impossible to resist…”
My Mom cheered softly for me, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly. The flush on her cheeks, the way her deep navel gleamed just above the petticoat, made my pulse spike. Every glance, every subtle movement felt like an invitation, her body practically daring me, inviting me to make love to her.
I gripped the bat tighter, imagining her soft moans, the press of her Breasts against me, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly. My pants tightened, my boner aching, and I whispered under my breath: “God… I want her… right here…”
Her eyes met mine, playful and mischievous, Breasts heaving, Buttocks shifting, Pantyline teasing, and I knew she felt the same heat coursing between us. The bowler ran in, but I barely noticed—my whole focus was My Mom, the game now just a backdrop to the burning desire radiating off her.
I squared up at the crease, eyes stealing one last glance at My Mom. Yellow saree clung to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible, black Panties teasing above her petticoat, and her deep navel gleaming just above the waistband. My pulse raced as I whispered under my breath, “You’re mine today, My Mom…”
Her eyes met mine, cheeks flushed, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline teasing as she smiled softly. The heat between us was undeniable, and every glance felt like a silent invitation, a challenge wrapped in desire.
I glanced at the bowler, gripping the bat tighter, boner pressing insistently against my pants, every nerve on fire. “Focus… but you’re mine,” I muttered again, ready to face the delivery, eyes locked on the ball, yet still drinking in every detail of My Mom’s body.
The bowler ran in, and I prepared to swing, the tension between the game and the simmering erotic heat between us making my heartbeat thunder.
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