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

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Over 5, Ball 6
I swung with full force, connecting perfectly. The ball soared high 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. “Hatrick Six! Yes, Varun!” she shouted, cheeks flushed, Breasts bouncing, Buttocks swaying under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly.
I ran toward her, heart racing. This time, she smiled knowingly, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties teasing above the petticoat, clearly ready to let me kiss her lips. But instead, I dropped to one knee in front of her, tilting my head, and pressed my lips firmly to her deep navel.
A soft, breathy moan escaped My Mom’s lips as she arched slightly, Breasts pressing forward, Buttocks tightening under the saree, Pantyline teasing above the petticoat. She wrapped her hands around my shoulders, clutching me tightly as I kissed and licked her deep navel passionately, savoring every inch.
The moment was electric—her moans, the rise of her Breasts, the subtle sway of her Buttocks, and the teasing glimpse of her Panties above the petticoat making my pulse spike. When I finally pulled back slightly, her flushed face, sparkling eyes, and heaving Breasts told me she was fully consumed by the heat of the moment.


After Over 5, Ball 6
My Mom stepped closer, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She cupped my face in her hands, Breasts pressing slightly, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline shifting teasingly.
“Varun… why are you kissing my navel and not my lips?” she asked softly, voice trembling, flushed cheeks showing her embarrassment and excitement.
I leaned closer, eyes dark with desire, heart pounding, and whispered, “My Mom… what about your other lips… your womanhood…?”
Her eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, Breasts rising sharply, Buttocks subtly pressing under the saree, Pantyline teasing above her petticoat. She pressed a finger to her lips, softly shushing me, “Sssshh… Varun…” Her voice trembled, betraying her arousal even as she tried to cover it.
The heat between us was unbearable—every glance, every shift of her Breasts and Buttocks, every teasing glimpse of Panties above the petticoat, making my desire spike even higher. Her shyness only added to the tension, making me ache to explore further, while she clutched my face, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing under the saree, caught between shyness and craving.
I dropped to my knees again, eyes locked on My Mom’s deep navel. Yellow saree clung to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched tight over her Breasts, black Bra showing, and black Panties peeking teasingly above her petticoat. My lips pressed against her deep navel, tasting, kissing, licking, exploring every inch with increasing passion.
I felt her Breasts heaving against me, Buttocks pressing slightly under the saree, Pantyline teasing above her Panties, and heard her soft moans mixed with breathless giggles. My heart pounded, every nerve on fire, as she wrapped her hands around my shoulders, pulling me closer.
I paused briefly, looking up at her flushed, sparkling face, and whispered, “Can I… kiss your other lips… your Pussy lips?” My pulse raced, boner pressing hard against my pants, every part of me craving her.
She blushed deeply, Breasts rising sharply, Buttocks tensing, Panties teasing above the petticoat, and pressed a finger to her lips.
“After we win the match… okay?” she murmured, shy yet playful, her eyes daring me to wait.
I grinned, feeling the tension and desire coil tighter inside me, and nodded. “Okay… we win first. Then all yours, Mom.”
She giggled, Breasts pressing against me in a brief hug, Buttocks brushing slightly, and I felt a sharp spike of anticipation. The promise of what was to come lingered between us, fueling desire even as I stood back up, ready to face the next ball, every glance at her setting my blood on fire.
Deepak's Dad walked toward My Mom’s team, white T-shirt clinging slightly to his chest, White Track Pants swaying as he moved. He stopped in front of My Mom, eyes sharp.
“Sudha… your team’s final score is 37 runs in 5 overs,” he announced, voice firm. “Rajan’s team will need 38 runs to win in 5 overs. Every run counts. Focus!”
My Mom’s yellow saree hugged her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She stood close to me, flushed, Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing, Pantyline shifting teasingly as she listened.
Her eyes met mine, full of fire and determination, and I could feel her excitement and teasing energy radiating toward me. Every glance, every subtle sway of Buttocks and Breasts, every glimpse of Panties above the petticoat, made my boner pulse and my heart race.
I leaned slightly closer and whispered, “My Mom… they need 38 now. We’ve got this… and then your promise is all mine.”
She giggled softly, Breasts pressing subtly against me, Buttocks shifting under the saree, and whispered back, “Yes… let’s finish this match first.”
The tension of the game and the simmering desire between us crackled in the air as we prepared to face the final stretch.
As Rajan’s team gathered to bat, I could see their faces full of focus and determination. They knew they needed 38 runs to win, and the atmosphere on the field was electric. The pressure was on.
Back at the huddle, My Mom’s team—Deepak, Karthik, Varun, and My Mom—stood close together, hands on their knees, tense and whispering strategies. My Mom was at the center, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse hugging her Breasts, and black Panties subtly showing above her petticoat, still flushed from the earlier moments.
“We need to defend 38 runs… This isn’t going to be easy,” Deepak said, his eyes scanning the field as he adjusted his stance.
“Right… they’re aggressive, and we can’t afford to make mistakes,” Karthik added, shaking his head.
I looked at My Mom, whose eyes were wide with both anxiety and determination, Breasts rising with each heavy breath, Buttocks shifting under the saree, Pantyline teasing slightly as she shifted her stance.
“Mom, focus… we need you at your best. Let’s make sure they don’t get away with easy runs. Every ball counts,” I said, voice calm but firm, trying to reassure her, my gaze locking with hers.
She nodded, swallowing hard, her Breasts still heaving as she tried to steady her nerves. “I know, Varun… I’ll do my best. I can’t lose the 30 Lakhs. We need to win this.”
Karthik clenched his fist. “We’ll need to bowl tight. No room for mistakes. Let’s take these guys out one by one.”
I nodded in agreement. “We can do this… Let’s not give them any easy chances. We’ll bowl carefully and keep them on the edge.”
The tension between us all was palpable, the mix of fear, desire, and determination. My Mom’s eyes sparkled with focus, Breasts still rising sharply, Buttocks shifting under the saree, a subtle reminder of the unspoken promise between us.
I leaned in and whispered just for her: “After we win, all those promises are mine, Mom.”
She blushed deeply, Breasts heaving, and winked. “Let’s win this, Varun… then we’ll see.”