23-08-2025, 08:45 PM
Over 1, Ball 2
After that first six, the pressure on My Mom’s team was building. Rajan was on fire, stepping up confidently for the next ball. My Mom, still behind the stumps, her yellow saree hugging her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, and black Panties barely visible beneath her petticoat, was visibly nervous. Her Breasts rose and fell sharply with each breath, and her Buttocks shifted slightly under the saree as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She could feel the weight of the match pressing down on her.
The bowler ran in, and Rajan took his swing. This time, he didn’t send the ball soaring, but it was a perfect strike—four! The ball raced across the turf, and Rajan stood tall, smirking as he watched the ball sail through the boundary.
My Mom’s eyes widened, her Breasts rising sharply as her breath caught in her throat. “No… we can’t let him get away like this…” she muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and worry.
I looked at My Mom, feeling the same tension, but I could see her trying to keep her focus. “We need to bounce back… this is just the beginning.”
The score was climbing, and with every shot, the pressure was mounting. My Mom’s heart was racing. She was feeling the weight of this match more than ever.
As Rajan hit another boundary, his confidence grew. My Mom could feel the pressure building with every run. Her Breasts heaved with each deep breath, her Buttocks shifting slightly under the yellow saree, the weight of the match pressing down on her.
Deepak's Dad, watching the match closely, noticed something—Rajan wasn’t just focused on the game. His eyes kept drifting toward My Mom. She could feel it—the intensity in his gaze, the way his focus seemed divided between the game and her. He was clearly distracted, but she needed to use that to her advantage.
Deepak's Dad walked over to My Mom, his tone sharp yet calm. “Sudha,” he said quietly, so only she could hear. “You see how he’s eyeing you? If you don’t distract him, he’ll finish this match by himself. Tease him, make him lose focus. You need to get him out of his rhythm.”
My Mom stood there, her heart pounding. The idea of teasing Rajan made her nervous, but she knew it was her only option. The match was slipping away, and she had to do whatever it took. Her Breasts rose and fell with each breath as she steadied herself, trying to shake off the nerves.
“If you don’t distract him, we won’t have a chance. You can do this. Make him lose focus, get him off balance,” Deepak's Dad pressed, his voice firm, urging her to take action.
Her pulse quickened, but My Mom nodded, determined. She could feel the eyes of her team on her, but right now, it was about distracting Rajan. He’d been too confident, too focused, and she needed to change that.
Over 1, Ball 3
Rajan stood confidently, his eyes narrowed, watching the bowler as he prepared to deliver the next ball. The match was heating up, and Rajan was determined to take charge. But My Mom—still standing behind the stumps—could feel the weight of the game on her shoulders. She could sense Rajan's growing confidence, and it was clear he wasn’t just focused on the match anymore. His glances kept drifting toward her. She knew it was time to play her part.
My Mom glanced at Rajan, letting her lips curl into a subtle, teasing smile. She knew exactly how to use her presence. The way her yellow saree clung to her Buttocks as she shifted, the gentle rise of her Breasts as she breathed—it wasn’t lost on him.
As the bowler came in to deliver the ball, My Mom casually adjusted her stance, making sure Rajan caught another glimpse of her. She wasn’t doing anything overt, just enough to keep him intrigued.
“You’re doing well, Rajan,” she said, her voice low and teasing, full of playful warmth. “But don’t get too comfortable. I’d hate to see you get distracted.”
She could see Rajan react to her words. His eyes flickered from her to the bowler, but she knew she had his attention. She continued, her voice sweet but with an edge of challenge:
“You know,” she said, her Breasts lightly shifting as she leaned in, “If you keep hitting like that, I might just have to reward you with a kiss. But I’m not sure you deserve it yet…”
Rajan hesitated, his gaze fixed on her, his mind torn between the game and the undeniable attraction she was exuding. He swung his bat at the incoming ball, but it wasn’t the confident strike he’d shown before. My Mom’s flirtation had thrown him off just enough to miss the shot.
The ball flew wide, and Rajan shot a frustrated glance at My Mom, realizing she had distracted him. She smiled again, this time with a hint of victory, her Buttocks shifting subtly beneath the saree as she straightened.
“Better luck next time, Rajan,” she called out playfully, “Maybe focus on the ball more than me. Or don’t. I’ll let you decide.”
As Rajan walked back to his position, clearly frustrated with himself, My Mom stood tall behind the stumps, her eyes shining with a quiet confidence. She had done her part. Rajan had missed the ball, and she had distracted him, throwing off his focus.
The moment didn't go unnoticed. Deepak's Dad, Deepak, Karthik, and Varun all rushed over to her, their eyes wide with appreciation. They had seen how she handled the situation, how effortlessly she played with Rajan's mind, using her presence to turn the tide.
Deepak's Dad grinned and gave her a playful wink. “Sudha, that was brilliant! You’ve got his attention, and you threw him off. Keep doing that, and we’ll have this match in the bag.”
Deepak, always quick to compliment, gave her a thumbs-up. “That was smooth, Aunty. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger. He didn’t even know what hit him!”
Karthik chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. “You’re a natural, Aunty. If this match goes our way, you’ll deserve a trophy for best performance, no doubt!”
Varun, standing a little closer, his eyes dark with admiration, whispered, “You really threw him off, Mom. That was perfect. We need more of that.” He couldn’t help but smile, his gaze lingering on her. The air between them crackled with the promise of something more, but for now, they were all focused on winning.
My Mom smiled, feeling the rush of support from her team. Her heart raced from the flirtation and the impact it had on Rajan, but she knew she couldn’t let up. There was still more to do.
“Thanks, guys,” she replied, her voice light but full of purpose. “We’ve got this. Let’s make sure we don’t let them get another run. I’ll keep doing my part, but we need to focus on the game.”
The team rallied around her, feeling more energized, their confidence boosted. They all knew that with My Mom’s influence, they could turn this match in their favor.
Over 1, Ball 4
The match was intense, and Rajan was still riding high on his earlier successes. But I could see it—the way his eyes occasionally drifted towards My Mom. He was distracted, and I knew she was about to turn that distraction into an advantage.
My Mom didn’t just stand behind the stumps. She knew how to make an impact. She shifted her position just slightly, ensuring Rajan couldn’t help but notice. Her yellow saree hugged her Buttocks and swayed with each move, and I saw how his gaze lingered. His attention wavered from the game to her, and it was clear he wasn’t fully in the zone.
“You’re looking confident, Rajan,” My Mom called out in a voice that was both teasing and warm. “But do you think you’re ready for this next ball, or are you just focused on something else?”
I watched as Rajan tried to focus on the ball, but his attention flickered back to My Mom. He wasn’t prepared for the challenge she was throwing at him.
With a playful smirk, she leaned forward just slightly, giving him a glimpse of her Breasts shifting beneath her blouse. “You know, you’re doing great out there,” she said, her voice slow, drawing him in. “But how about we make a deal? You keep hitting like this, and maybe I’ll let you take me out for a drink tonight. If you’re free, of course.”
I saw Rajan hesitate, his focus faltering as he processed her words. The ball was coming, and I could tell his mind wasn’t fully on it. His eyes lingered on her a moment too long. It was all the distraction My Mom needed.
As the bowler delivered the ball, Rajan swung but missed. He looked frustrated—completely thrown off by My Mom’s teasing. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride. She had done exactly what we needed: distracted him, unsettled him, and now we had a chance to capitalize.
Over 1, Ball 5
The air was thick with anticipation as the bowler prepared for the next ball. Rajan was visibly frustrated after missing the previous one, and his focus was clearly off. His confidence from earlier had been shaken by My Mom’s teasing, and it showed. I could see it in the way he held the bat—his movements were no longer as smooth, as controlled.
My Mom stood behind the stumps, poised and ready, a look of determination in her eyes. She’d done her part—distracting Rajan just enough. Now, it was time for the game to take its course.
The ball was delivered, and Rajan swung at it with everything he had, trying to recover. But the shot wasn’t clean—his bat only made contact with the edge of the ball, sending it flying high into the air.
For a moment, everything seemed to hang in the balance. My Mom’s eyes were locked on the ball as it soared toward her. She took a step forward, her yellow saree fluttering around her Buttocks as she leapt into the air with perfect timing, her hands stretching toward the ball.
With a clean catch, she snatched the ball out of the air, landing gracefully on the ground as the crowd erupted in cheers.
“Gotcha!” she shouted with excitement, her voice full of triumph. She jumped up and down, her Breasts bouncing slightly with each move, her Buttocks shifting under the fabric of her saree as she celebrated.
The team went wild, rushing to her side as My Mom beamed with pride. Rajan stood still for a moment, his bat still in his hand, a look of disbelief on his face.
But there was no denying it—Rajan was out. My Mom had caught the ball, and the momentum had shifted completely in her team’s favor.
The match had just turned in their favor, and My Mom was on top of the world. As she held the ball securely in her hands, we all erupted in joyous applause. The catch was perfect—everything had come together in that one glorious moment.
Deepak ran straight to my mom
My mom couldn’t contain her excitement. She jumped in joy, holding the ball tightly to her chest, her lips parting into a wide smile. Her saree swirled around her legs as she spun once, almost like a girl half her age, basking in the moment.
Deepak and Karthik rushed in first, arms open. “Super catch, Aunty!” they shouted in unison. Both of them hugged her warmly, one from the side, the other from behind, lifting her slightly off the ground. She laughed aloud, her bangles jingling, her breasts pressing into them as she wriggled playfully to free herself.
I ran closer too, watching the scene with my heart racing. She looked so alive, cheeks flushed, navel peeking where her saree had shifted in the movement. She held the ball up high like a trophy, her voice ringing with joy: “Rajan is out! Now nothing can stop us!”
Deepak's Dad, still standing tall as umpire, gave a small smile and shook his head, amused at the wild celebration right in the middle of the ground.
I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I rushed in and wrapped my arms around my mom from the front, pulling her close. She laughed softly, still clutching the ball in her hand, her breasts pressing against my chest as I hugged her tightly.
Leaning to her side, I kissed her cheek slowly, lingering for a moment. Her skin was warm, carrying the faint scent of her sweat mixed with jasmine. In a whisper only she could hear, I reminded her, “Mom… you promised to let me kiss your Pussy lips…”
Her eyes widened, a quick blush spreading across her face. She gently placed her hand on my back, squeezing me lightly, then whispered back, “Varun… control yourself… at least until the match gets over.”
She smiled, hiding her reaction from Deepak and Karthik, who were still cheering and shouting around us. But her cheek stayed red where my lips had touched, and I knew she was as flustered as I was.
The bowler charged in for the last ball of the over. My Mom stood alert at cover, her eyes following every move. The ball pitched up perfectly in the slot, and the batsman swung through with raw power.
CRACK!
The ball rocketed high and long, sailing over the boundary rope for a massive six. The sound of the strike echoed sharply in the emptiness of the ground, making it feel even more intimidating.
My Mom froze, her eyes wide, lips parting in shock as she watched the ball disappear beyond the ropes. Deepak and Karthik stood silently at their fielding positions, their excitement from the last ball completely wiped away.
The emptiness of the ground made the silence heavier—no cheers, no distractions—just the echo of that brutal hit and the sinking feeling in My Mom’s team.
I looked at my mom. She placed her hands on her waist, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, trying to process the sudden hit. The glow of her earlier celebration faded, replaced by a worried determination in her eyes.
After that first six, the pressure on My Mom’s team was building. Rajan was on fire, stepping up confidently for the next ball. My Mom, still behind the stumps, her yellow saree hugging her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, and black Panties barely visible beneath her petticoat, was visibly nervous. Her Breasts rose and fell sharply with each breath, and her Buttocks shifted slightly under the saree as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She could feel the weight of the match pressing down on her.
The bowler ran in, and Rajan took his swing. This time, he didn’t send the ball soaring, but it was a perfect strike—four! The ball raced across the turf, and Rajan stood tall, smirking as he watched the ball sail through the boundary.
My Mom’s eyes widened, her Breasts rising sharply as her breath caught in her throat. “No… we can’t let him get away like this…” she muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and worry.
I looked at My Mom, feeling the same tension, but I could see her trying to keep her focus. “We need to bounce back… this is just the beginning.”
The score was climbing, and with every shot, the pressure was mounting. My Mom’s heart was racing. She was feeling the weight of this match more than ever.
As Rajan hit another boundary, his confidence grew. My Mom could feel the pressure building with every run. Her Breasts heaved with each deep breath, her Buttocks shifting slightly under the yellow saree, the weight of the match pressing down on her.
Deepak's Dad, watching the match closely, noticed something—Rajan wasn’t just focused on the game. His eyes kept drifting toward My Mom. She could feel it—the intensity in his gaze, the way his focus seemed divided between the game and her. He was clearly distracted, but she needed to use that to her advantage.
Deepak's Dad walked over to My Mom, his tone sharp yet calm. “Sudha,” he said quietly, so only she could hear. “You see how he’s eyeing you? If you don’t distract him, he’ll finish this match by himself. Tease him, make him lose focus. You need to get him out of his rhythm.”
My Mom stood there, her heart pounding. The idea of teasing Rajan made her nervous, but she knew it was her only option. The match was slipping away, and she had to do whatever it took. Her Breasts rose and fell with each breath as she steadied herself, trying to shake off the nerves.
“If you don’t distract him, we won’t have a chance. You can do this. Make him lose focus, get him off balance,” Deepak's Dad pressed, his voice firm, urging her to take action.
Her pulse quickened, but My Mom nodded, determined. She could feel the eyes of her team on her, but right now, it was about distracting Rajan. He’d been too confident, too focused, and she needed to change that.
Over 1, Ball 3
Rajan stood confidently, his eyes narrowed, watching the bowler as he prepared to deliver the next ball. The match was heating up, and Rajan was determined to take charge. But My Mom—still standing behind the stumps—could feel the weight of the game on her shoulders. She could sense Rajan's growing confidence, and it was clear he wasn’t just focused on the match anymore. His glances kept drifting toward her. She knew it was time to play her part.
My Mom glanced at Rajan, letting her lips curl into a subtle, teasing smile. She knew exactly how to use her presence. The way her yellow saree clung to her Buttocks as she shifted, the gentle rise of her Breasts as she breathed—it wasn’t lost on him.
As the bowler came in to deliver the ball, My Mom casually adjusted her stance, making sure Rajan caught another glimpse of her. She wasn’t doing anything overt, just enough to keep him intrigued.
“You’re doing well, Rajan,” she said, her voice low and teasing, full of playful warmth. “But don’t get too comfortable. I’d hate to see you get distracted.”
She could see Rajan react to her words. His eyes flickered from her to the bowler, but she knew she had his attention. She continued, her voice sweet but with an edge of challenge:
“You know,” she said, her Breasts lightly shifting as she leaned in, “If you keep hitting like that, I might just have to reward you with a kiss. But I’m not sure you deserve it yet…”
Rajan hesitated, his gaze fixed on her, his mind torn between the game and the undeniable attraction she was exuding. He swung his bat at the incoming ball, but it wasn’t the confident strike he’d shown before. My Mom’s flirtation had thrown him off just enough to miss the shot.
The ball flew wide, and Rajan shot a frustrated glance at My Mom, realizing she had distracted him. She smiled again, this time with a hint of victory, her Buttocks shifting subtly beneath the saree as she straightened.
“Better luck next time, Rajan,” she called out playfully, “Maybe focus on the ball more than me. Or don’t. I’ll let you decide.”
As Rajan walked back to his position, clearly frustrated with himself, My Mom stood tall behind the stumps, her eyes shining with a quiet confidence. She had done her part. Rajan had missed the ball, and she had distracted him, throwing off his focus.
The moment didn't go unnoticed. Deepak's Dad, Deepak, Karthik, and Varun all rushed over to her, their eyes wide with appreciation. They had seen how she handled the situation, how effortlessly she played with Rajan's mind, using her presence to turn the tide.
Deepak's Dad grinned and gave her a playful wink. “Sudha, that was brilliant! You’ve got his attention, and you threw him off. Keep doing that, and we’ll have this match in the bag.”
Deepak, always quick to compliment, gave her a thumbs-up. “That was smooth, Aunty. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger. He didn’t even know what hit him!”
Karthik chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. “You’re a natural, Aunty. If this match goes our way, you’ll deserve a trophy for best performance, no doubt!”
Varun, standing a little closer, his eyes dark with admiration, whispered, “You really threw him off, Mom. That was perfect. We need more of that.” He couldn’t help but smile, his gaze lingering on her. The air between them crackled with the promise of something more, but for now, they were all focused on winning.
My Mom smiled, feeling the rush of support from her team. Her heart raced from the flirtation and the impact it had on Rajan, but she knew she couldn’t let up. There was still more to do.
“Thanks, guys,” she replied, her voice light but full of purpose. “We’ve got this. Let’s make sure we don’t let them get another run. I’ll keep doing my part, but we need to focus on the game.”
The team rallied around her, feeling more energized, their confidence boosted. They all knew that with My Mom’s influence, they could turn this match in their favor.
Over 1, Ball 4
The match was intense, and Rajan was still riding high on his earlier successes. But I could see it—the way his eyes occasionally drifted towards My Mom. He was distracted, and I knew she was about to turn that distraction into an advantage.
My Mom didn’t just stand behind the stumps. She knew how to make an impact. She shifted her position just slightly, ensuring Rajan couldn’t help but notice. Her yellow saree hugged her Buttocks and swayed with each move, and I saw how his gaze lingered. His attention wavered from the game to her, and it was clear he wasn’t fully in the zone.
“You’re looking confident, Rajan,” My Mom called out in a voice that was both teasing and warm. “But do you think you’re ready for this next ball, or are you just focused on something else?”
I watched as Rajan tried to focus on the ball, but his attention flickered back to My Mom. He wasn’t prepared for the challenge she was throwing at him.
With a playful smirk, she leaned forward just slightly, giving him a glimpse of her Breasts shifting beneath her blouse. “You know, you’re doing great out there,” she said, her voice slow, drawing him in. “But how about we make a deal? You keep hitting like this, and maybe I’ll let you take me out for a drink tonight. If you’re free, of course.”
I saw Rajan hesitate, his focus faltering as he processed her words. The ball was coming, and I could tell his mind wasn’t fully on it. His eyes lingered on her a moment too long. It was all the distraction My Mom needed.
As the bowler delivered the ball, Rajan swung but missed. He looked frustrated—completely thrown off by My Mom’s teasing. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride. She had done exactly what we needed: distracted him, unsettled him, and now we had a chance to capitalize.
Over 1, Ball 5
The air was thick with anticipation as the bowler prepared for the next ball. Rajan was visibly frustrated after missing the previous one, and his focus was clearly off. His confidence from earlier had been shaken by My Mom’s teasing, and it showed. I could see it in the way he held the bat—his movements were no longer as smooth, as controlled.
My Mom stood behind the stumps, poised and ready, a look of determination in her eyes. She’d done her part—distracting Rajan just enough. Now, it was time for the game to take its course.
The ball was delivered, and Rajan swung at it with everything he had, trying to recover. But the shot wasn’t clean—his bat only made contact with the edge of the ball, sending it flying high into the air.
For a moment, everything seemed to hang in the balance. My Mom’s eyes were locked on the ball as it soared toward her. She took a step forward, her yellow saree fluttering around her Buttocks as she leapt into the air with perfect timing, her hands stretching toward the ball.
With a clean catch, she snatched the ball out of the air, landing gracefully on the ground as the crowd erupted in cheers.
“Gotcha!” she shouted with excitement, her voice full of triumph. She jumped up and down, her Breasts bouncing slightly with each move, her Buttocks shifting under the fabric of her saree as she celebrated.
The team went wild, rushing to her side as My Mom beamed with pride. Rajan stood still for a moment, his bat still in his hand, a look of disbelief on his face.
But there was no denying it—Rajan was out. My Mom had caught the ball, and the momentum had shifted completely in her team’s favor.
The match had just turned in their favor, and My Mom was on top of the world. As she held the ball securely in her hands, we all erupted in joyous applause. The catch was perfect—everything had come together in that one glorious moment.
Deepak ran straight to my mom
My mom couldn’t contain her excitement. She jumped in joy, holding the ball tightly to her chest, her lips parting into a wide smile. Her saree swirled around her legs as she spun once, almost like a girl half her age, basking in the moment.
Deepak and Karthik rushed in first, arms open. “Super catch, Aunty!” they shouted in unison. Both of them hugged her warmly, one from the side, the other from behind, lifting her slightly off the ground. She laughed aloud, her bangles jingling, her breasts pressing into them as she wriggled playfully to free herself.
I ran closer too, watching the scene with my heart racing. She looked so alive, cheeks flushed, navel peeking where her saree had shifted in the movement. She held the ball up high like a trophy, her voice ringing with joy: “Rajan is out! Now nothing can stop us!”
Deepak's Dad, still standing tall as umpire, gave a small smile and shook his head, amused at the wild celebration right in the middle of the ground.
I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I rushed in and wrapped my arms around my mom from the front, pulling her close. She laughed softly, still clutching the ball in her hand, her breasts pressing against my chest as I hugged her tightly.
Leaning to her side, I kissed her cheek slowly, lingering for a moment. Her skin was warm, carrying the faint scent of her sweat mixed with jasmine. In a whisper only she could hear, I reminded her, “Mom… you promised to let me kiss your Pussy lips…”
Her eyes widened, a quick blush spreading across her face. She gently placed her hand on my back, squeezing me lightly, then whispered back, “Varun… control yourself… at least until the match gets over.”
She smiled, hiding her reaction from Deepak and Karthik, who were still cheering and shouting around us. But her cheek stayed red where my lips had touched, and I knew she was as flustered as I was.
The bowler charged in for the last ball of the over. My Mom stood alert at cover, her eyes following every move. The ball pitched up perfectly in the slot, and the batsman swung through with raw power.
CRACK!
The ball rocketed high and long, sailing over the boundary rope for a massive six. The sound of the strike echoed sharply in the emptiness of the ground, making it feel even more intimidating.
My Mom froze, her eyes wide, lips parting in shock as she watched the ball disappear beyond the ropes. Deepak and Karthik stood silently at their fielding positions, their excitement from the last ball completely wiped away.
The emptiness of the ground made the silence heavier—no cheers, no distractions—just the echo of that brutal hit and the sinking feeling in My Mom’s team.
I looked at my mom. She placed her hands on her waist, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, trying to process the sudden hit. The glow of her earlier celebration faded, replaced by a worried determination in her eyes.
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