23-08-2025, 08:46 PM
Deepak's Dad ran towards My Mom and hugged her tightly. My Mom hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Deepak's Dad whispered something softly into her ear, then kissed her cheek. My Mom smiled, nodded, and kissed his cheek back.
Deepak's Dad hugged My Mom tightly, his chest pressing against her breasts inside her blouse. My Mom gasped softly, the squeeze making her body tremble as she clung to his shoulders. She whispered into his ear, her warm breath brushing his skin, and Deepak's Dad turned his head to kiss her lips. My Mom kissed him back, slow and eager, her lips opening for his as their mouths pressed together again and again. His tongue slid between her lips, and My Mom moaned, pulling him closer.
Deepak's Dad’s hands moved down her back, gripping her waist firmly before sliding lower to her buttocks hidden under her saree. He pressed her buttocks in his palms, squeezing through the saree while their lips kept meeting in hungry kisses. My Mom’s breasts rubbed against his chest through her blouse with every movement, making her body heat rise as she melted into his embrace.
Deepak's Dad’s hands stayed firm on My Mom’s buttocks under her saree, squeezing them with a hunger that made her body shiver. My Mom tilted her head, still kissing his lips wetly, then slowly pulled back just enough to bring her lips close to his ear. Her breath was hot, teasing.
“You like holding my buttocks, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice playful yet husky.
Deepak's Dad groaned, his grip tightening on her buttocks as if her words pushed him deeper into desire. My Mom let out a soft laugh, brushing her lips against his ear before kissing down to his jawline.
“Even through my saree and blouse… you can feel my breasts against you, and my buttocks in your hands… what if I let you touch them without anything in between?” she whispered, nipping his ear lightly.
Her breasts in her blouse pressed harder against his chest as she said it, her body moving in rhythm with his touch, making the air between them heavy with heat.
Deepak's Dad’s breath came ragged, her teasing words driving him wild. He pressed his forehead to hers, his lips trembling against hers as he muttered, “My Mom… I want to feel every part of you… not just through saree and blouse… just finish this match quickly”
Before she could answer, he crushed his mouth against hers, his kiss wet and demanding. His tongue slipped inside, tasting her deeply, while his hands moved bolder over her buttocks. He slid his palms across their roundness, squeezing, then spreading them apart through the saree, making My Mom moan into his mouth.
Her breasts in her blouse mashed harder against his chest with every squeeze he gave. My Mom gasped between kisses, her lips wet and parted.
My Mom let out a soft moan as Deepak's Dad’s fingers dug into her buttocks. She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Enough for now, Sir… don’t make me lose myself here…”
She then caught his lips again, kissing him wet and slow, letting her tongue tease his before pulling away with a mischievous smile. Her breasts in her blouse pressed hard against his chest one last time as she gave his buttocks a quick squeeze in return, making him groan.
With her lips still glistening from his kiss, she whispered, “Control yourself… you’re the umpire now… don’t get caught looking at me like this…”
Deepak's Dad gave her buttocks one final squeeze before stepping back reluctantly, his lips swollen from her kiss, his eyes dark with hunger. My Mom straightened her saree, her chest still rising fast under her blouse, then gave him a playful glance as she turned him back toward the umpire’s chair.
Over 2, Ball 1
Prakash adjusted his stance at the crease, ready to face the ball. Behind him, My Mom crouched gracefully in her wicketkeeper’s position, her breasts in blouse resting lightly on her knees as she bent forward. From that close, she could smell the sweat on his neck and see how tightly his arms flexed holding the bat.
The bowler charged in, released — CRACK! Prakash swung and lifted the ball beautifully over long-on for a towering six. The boys shouted and clapped. My Mom clapped too, leaning in from behind, whispering with a playful smile, “Wah, Prakash… what a shot.”
Prakash, still catching his breath, turned back slightly. His face came so close to My Mom’s that their lips almost touched. His eyes flicked down to her mouth, then back up. He whispered, “Thank you, Aunty… you gave me confidence.”
My Mom tilted her head, her lips brushing his as she replied, “Maybe you deserve a small reward…” Before he could react, she leaned forward and kissed his lips softly, quick but full of mischief.
She pulled back with a blush, biting her lower lip as if she’d done something forbidden yet thrilling. Prakash froze for a second, lips tingling, then gave her a stunned smile before turning back to face the next ball, while My Mom stayed behind him, cheeks red, heart racing.
Over 2, Ball 2
Prakash stepped closer, still flushed from his last six. My Mom crouched behind him, breasts in her blouse moving slightly as she leaned forward, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree, shifting with her weight. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she whispered, “Did you like it, Prakash?”
Before he could answer, she kissed him softly. The kiss started gentle and teasing, then she deepened it, moving her lips slowly over his, letting him taste her warmth. Prakash shivered, his body reacting instantly, heat building between his legs.
She pulled back slightly, lips hovering near his. “Do you want more?” she asked playfully.
Breathless, he nodded. “Yes… I want more, My Mom.”
My Mom smiled and leaned in again, kissing him longer and more passionately. Her lips moved slowly over his, a little teasing with her tongue. Prakash groaned softly, leaning closer, caught in the warmth and rhythm of her lips.
The world around them—the crease, the bowler, the game—faded as they kissed. When they finally parted, My Mom’s cheeks were flushed, lips glistening, and Prakash’s eyes shone with heat and excitement.
The next ball came fast. Distracted by the kiss, Prakash swung poorly, edging the ball straight to the fielder.
“Out!” Deepak's Dad called, while the boys laughed. My Mom smirked, knowing her passionate kiss had completely distracted him.
I watched as Deepak, Karthik, and Deepak's Dad hurried over to My Mom, their faces full of excitement. “Aunty, that was amazing!” Deepak said, grinning, while Karthik added, “You really distracted Prakash perfectly. Now it’s easy!”
Deepak's Dad leaned close to My Mom and whispered, “Next is Arjun, the last wicket. If you get him out, the match is ours.”
I stood beside them, feeling a rush of pride and heat at how beautiful and commanding My Mom looked—breasts in her blouse shifting slightly, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree—even under the intensity of the match.
I reached out, putting my hand lightly on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, My Mom,” I said, my voice low. “We’ll win this. Just focus on him, and the rest will follow.”
She looked at me, eyes bright, and smiled. I could feel the tension between us—how her gaze lingered on me, how my heart thudded, thinking about the kisses we had shared. I leaned closer and whispered, “We’ve got this. And after the match… you promised me, remember?”
My Mom’s smile deepened, and she squeezed my hand, nodding. I felt my pulse quicken. This wasn’t just a game anymore—it was us, teasing and daring each other, all under the guise of cricket.
Deepak moved closer to My Mom, a grin spreading across his face. “Aunty, all the credit for this win should go to you,” he said, and before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her lips firmly.
My Mom froze for a moment, blushing deeply, breasts pressing slightly against her blouse, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree, then pulled back, laughing softly, her cheeks pink. She looked at Deepak, still smiling, and whispered, “Don’t get too full of yourself, okay?”
I stood nearby, watching, my pulse quickening. My Mom’s laughter, her playful blush, the way she held herself—it made me ache inside. My Mom had this power, this effect on everyone around her, and yet somehow, I was the only one who felt every tiny look, every brush of her touch, in a way no one else did.
Deepak's Dad chuckled behind us, clapping lightly. “Focus now, Sudha. Arjun is coming. This is it—the last wicket. One more and the match is ours.”
My Mom nodded, still blushing, and straightened her stance behind the stumps. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, thinking about how much I wanted her once this game was over.
Karthik stepped closer, a mischievous grin on his face. He gently held My Mom’s face in his hands and kissed her lips, slow and teasing. “Aunty, you’re the best captain ever,” he whispered against her mouth, making her blush and shiver slightly, breasts moving in her blouse, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree.
My Mom pulled back a little, her eyes sparkling with determination. “Let’s get Arjun out first,” she said, firm and focused, her playful smile still lingering.
I stood beside them, feeling my pulse race. My Mom looked stunning even in the middle of the game, teasing them with her lips yet keeping her eyes locked on the pitch. Every glance, every subtle movement she made, had me burning inside, imagining all the ways I wanted to hold her once the match ended.
Over 2, Ball 3
Arjun walked up to the crease, looking confident. My Mom crouched behind the stumps, breasts filling her blouse, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Before the bowler could deliver, My Mom leaned forward, lips close to his. “You’re naughty, Arjun,” she whispered, kissing his lips softly. Arjun responded eagerly, kissing her lips back. She blushed lightly at his boldness.
“Another one?” he asked, his voice low.
My Mom smiled, cupping his face gently. “Yes,” she said, and kissed him again, slow and lingering, letting him taste her fully.
Finally, the bowler released the ball. Distracted by My Mom, Arjun swung and completely missed. The ball went past him harmlessly, wasted.
I stood nearby, watching My Mom—My Mom—play her teasing game. Her lips, her smile, the way she held him—it made my heart race, my pulse thudding in my chest. She was beautiful, commanding, and utterly intoxicating.
Over 2, Ball 4
Arjun adjusted his stance, eyes flicking to My Mom behind the stumps. He couldn’t help but stare at her breasts through her yellow blouse, and he whispered, “Aunty… your black bra is visible.”
My Mom’s cheeks flushed pink immediately. “You’re so naughty! Focus on the match, not my breasts,” she scolded softly, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
Arjun grinned, his eyes still lingering over her breasts, unable to resist.
The bowler released the ball. Arjun swung, but his concentration was broken. He missed completely, wasting another ball.
I watched My Mom, her buttocks outlined in the yellow saree, breasts bouncing slightly with every movement, teasing Arjun and keeping him distracted. My heart thumped as I realized how effortlessly she commanded attention, even in the middle of the game.
Over 2, Ball 5
Arjun stepped up, eyes flicking to My Mom, and whispered, “Aunty… are you wearing your panties under your saree?”
My Mom’s cheeks turned bright pink. “Yes,” she admitted softly, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
Arjun’s grin widened, his temptation clear. “Can I have a kiss?” he asked, leaning slightly closer.
My Mom laughed softly, shaking her head playfully before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. The kiss was slow, teasing, letting him taste her fully. Her breasts pressed lightly against her blouse, buttocks outlined in the yellow saree as she leaned forward, holding his face gently.
The bowler readied himself, but Arjun, distracted by the kiss and My Mom’s presence, completely missed the delivery. The ball went past harmlessly, wasted again.
Over 2, Ball 6
Arjun stepped up to bat, trying to focus. My Mom crouched behind the stumps, breasts filling her yellow blouse, buttocks outlined in her yellow chiffon saree, a playful glint in her eyes.
She leaned forward, whispering directly to him, “Arjun… I’m wearing my black bra under my blouse, and my yellow petticoat under my saree.”
Arjun’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, clearly distracted.
The bowler ran in, but before the ball even reached him, My Mom whispered again, soft and teasing: “Arjun… I’m wearing my black panties underneath.”
The moment the words left her lips, Arjun completely lost his concentration. His bat swung too late, and the ball hit the stumps. “Bowled!”
The final whistle blew, and our team erupted in cheer. My Mom’s team crowded around her, hugging and patting her back. Deepak grinned, kissing My Mom’s cheek as he hugged her for a moment. “Aunty, you led us to victory! All credit to you!”
Karthik laughed, wrapping his arms around her from the other side. “Seriously, Aunty… the way you distracted them… I’ve never seen anything like it!”
Deepak's Dad jogged over from the umpire’s end, clapping and smiling. “Incredible work, Sudha. You not only won the match, you had them all distracted perfectly. Well done.”
I stepped closer, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her against me. “We did it, Mom. You were amazing out there,” I whispered, brushing my lips softly against hers.
My Mom’s cheeks flushed, her lips curving into that teasing smile I loved. “Now… you promised, remember?” she said, her voice low, playful, and full of promise.
Her breasts pressed lightly against my chest, her buttocks brushing against me as she leaned in, teasing me with every movement. I could feel her warmth, her excitement, the adrenaline of the win still coursing through her.
The match was over, but My Mom wasn’t done. She turned to Deepak first, smiling mischievously. “Aunty, what are you doing?” he asked nervously, and she giggled, leaning close. “All that effort deserves a reward,” she whispered, and kissed him on the cheek. His eyes widened, and I could see him shiver slightly.
Next, she moved to Karthik, cupping his face in her hands. “Aunty, you can’t—” he started, but she kissed him on the lips, holding it long enough to make him tremble. “There… now you’ll always remember who led the team to victory,” she teased, her breasts moving in the blouse, buttocks swaying in the saree.
Deepak's Dad approached last, still smiling from the umpire’s end. My Mom leaned close, whispered something in his ear, then kissed his cheek, leaving him clearly flustered.
I wrapped my arm around My Mom’s waist, pulling her close. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her buttocks brushing my side, and I could feel her warmth radiating through her yellow saree.
I leaned in and kissed her lips deeply, exploring slowly, tasting every part of her mouth. Her lips were soft, sweet, and slightly teasing, and when I probed with my tongue, she parted slightly, letting me taste her tongue.
Her moan against my lips made me shiver, and I held her tighter, pressing my body subtly against hers, feeling her respond to every motion. The taste of her—her lips, her tongue—was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough.
My Mom’s hands found my shoulders, holding me as she returned the kiss, slow and teasing, letting me feel every second of her desire. I grinned against her lips, knowing that victory on the field was nothing compared to this moment with her.
I held My Mom close, arm still around her waist, feeling the soft sway of her buttocks in the yellow saree and the gentle press of her breasts against my chest.
I deepened the kiss, exploring her lips with more intensity, letting my tongue move slowly against hers. She responded eagerly, moaning softly, her hands clutching my shoulders as she leaned into me. Every movement of hers—her body, her lips, the way her saree shifted—made me ache inside.
I pulled her slightly closer, tilting her head, savoring the taste of her lips and tongue, letting the sensation build between us. She teased me with soft, playful nips, making me shiver with desire.
My Mom’s breathing quickened, and I could feel her responding fully to me, her body pressing closer, **her breasts and buttocks moving in rhythm with my own. I grinned against her lips, knowing she enjoyed this as much as I did.
Even with the team still celebrating nearby, I was lost in her—the taste, the feel, the intoxicating closeness of My Mom. Victory had brought us together, but this—her lips, her warmth, her scent—was something no cricket match could ever compare to.
Even as I held My Mom close, I noticed a shadow cross her smile. She pulled slightly back from me, her eyes softening, breasts settling in the yellow blouse, buttocks swaying slightly in her saree.
I watched as My Mom walked over toward Rajan’s team, her steps graceful, her head held high but her expression gentle. She leaned slightly toward them, offering comforting words, her voice soft and soothing. Even though they had lost, she seemed intent on lifting their spirits, patting a shoulder here, smiling there.
Rajan, Arjun, and Prakash looked up, surprised by her kindness. My Mom’s black bra visible through her yellow blouse, yellow petticoat underneath the saree made her presence magnetic, but her genuine concern for them softened the effect.
I followed her with my eyes, feeling a mix of pride and desire. Even in this moment of sympathy, her warmth, her beauty, her teasing energy drew me in completely. She was My Mom—victorious, teasing, compassionate, and utterly irresistible.
The moment Rajan saw My Mom, he raised his hand slightly and said, “Congratulations,” his face showing disappointment and sadness.
“I’m sorry, Rajan… I didn’t mean to distract you with all those kisses and teasing.”
Rajan chuckled softly, shaking his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “Distract me? No way… I loved it. I enjoyed every single kiss,” he said, his voice low and full of admiration.
My mom’s cheeks deepened in color as she smiled, feeling both bashful and thrilled by his words. “You really did?” she asked, teasing him with a soft laugh.
“Absolutely,” he replied, leaning closer, their faces inches apart. “You have no idea how irresistible you are.”
Rajan held My mom’s waist gently, pulling her closer. “Can I have another kiss?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
My mom nodded, blushing, leaning in slightly.
Rajan kissed My mom’s lips slowly and softly, savoring the moment. She responded, closing her eyes and smiling, enjoying the warmth and the playful closeness.
While Rajan was kissing my mom’s lips, I felt a sharp jolt through me. My mom’s lips, her blush, her laughter… I couldn’t stop imagining being the one holding her, kissing her softly, feeling her warmth against me.
She pulled back slightly, grinning, and I could see the sparkle in her eyes—the same sparkle she always had when she was teasing, when she was in control, and when she was utterly beautiful. I clenched my fists slightly, trying to contain myself, but the thought of her, her Breasts in the Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in the Saree, her lips… made my pulse race.
I whispered to myself, “Mommy! You are mine!.” For now, I had to watch, just a step behind, enjoying her playful teasing, her laughter, and the way she made even Rajan melt with just a few soft kisses.
My mom walked over to Prakash, blushing slightly, and whispered, “I’m sorry for distracting you with all those kisses… I didn’t mean to make you lose.”
Prakash chuckled softly, shaking his head, his eyes glinting. “Distract me? No way… I loved every single kiss. You kissed me so well,” he said, leaning closer and kissing her lips softly in return.
My mom blushed deeply, smiling as she pulled back slightly. “You really enjoyed it?” she teased, her voice playful.
“I loved it,” Prakash replied, smiling and giving her a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, making My mom giggle and blush at the warmth and the thrill of their closeness.
Prakash looked at My mom, his eyes lingering on her Breasts in the Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in the Yellow Chiffon Saree, and her Pantyline showing slightly, and said softly, “You look like a dream… I’d love to make love to you.”
My mom’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and she smiled shyly, blushing and stepping away, murmuring, “You’re too naughty…”
She walked toward Arjun, still feeling the warmth of Prakash’s words and the thrill of the attention, ready to interact with the next teammate while keeping her playful, teasing energy.
My mom walked over to Arjun, blushing lightly, and whispered, “I’m sorry for distracting you with that kiss… I didn’t mean to make you lose focus.”
Arjun smiled, shaking his head, his eyes warm and teasing. “Distract me? No way… just like Rajan and Prakash, I enjoyed it. I loved the taste of your lips,” he said softly.
My mom’s cheeks deepened in color, blushing as she smiled shyly, feeling the thrill of his words and the playful closeness between them.
My mom walked over to Naresh and shook his hand, whispering, “I’m sorry… your team lost today.”
Instead of replying, Naresh pulled her into a hug, holding her close for a moment. Then he kissed her cheek softly, a teasing smile on his face.
“I guess I wasn’t as lucky as Rajan and Prakash to get a proper kiss from you,” he murmured, making My Mom blush deeply and giggle, feeling the playful warmth of his words.
Rajan looked at My Mom, a hint of frustration in his voice. “We lost… 30 Lakhs because of you. That money would have helped with our college fees, and so many other things we needed.”
My mom’s chest tightened, guilt washing over her. “I… I’m really sorry, Rajan,” she whispered, her voice soft and remorseful.
She felt the weight of the loss on their faces, and it made her wish she could have done more without distracting them, even if it was all in the spirit of the game.
Rajan sighed, looking at her with a mix of admiration and regret. “It’s okay… I guess some things are worth more than money,” he added, giving her a small, bittersweet smile.
Rajan stepped closer, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire. “Aunty… if you let us make love to you, maybe we can forget the loss, the 30 Lakhs… and just move on with our lives,” he whispered, his voice low and enticing.
My mom blushed deeply, feeling a mix of guilt and excitement. She hesitated for a moment, then smiled shyly, teasing him back, “You’re too naughty, Rajan…”
Rajan grinned, leaning in just slightly, their faces inches apart, the playful tension between them crackling, leaving both of them flushed and aware of the dangerous allure of the moment.
Deepak's Dad hugged My Mom tightly, his chest pressing against her breasts inside her blouse. My Mom gasped softly, the squeeze making her body tremble as she clung to his shoulders. She whispered into his ear, her warm breath brushing his skin, and Deepak's Dad turned his head to kiss her lips. My Mom kissed him back, slow and eager, her lips opening for his as their mouths pressed together again and again. His tongue slid between her lips, and My Mom moaned, pulling him closer.
Deepak's Dad’s hands moved down her back, gripping her waist firmly before sliding lower to her buttocks hidden under her saree. He pressed her buttocks in his palms, squeezing through the saree while their lips kept meeting in hungry kisses. My Mom’s breasts rubbed against his chest through her blouse with every movement, making her body heat rise as she melted into his embrace.
Deepak's Dad’s hands stayed firm on My Mom’s buttocks under her saree, squeezing them with a hunger that made her body shiver. My Mom tilted her head, still kissing his lips wetly, then slowly pulled back just enough to bring her lips close to his ear. Her breath was hot, teasing.
“You like holding my buttocks, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice playful yet husky.
Deepak's Dad groaned, his grip tightening on her buttocks as if her words pushed him deeper into desire. My Mom let out a soft laugh, brushing her lips against his ear before kissing down to his jawline.
“Even through my saree and blouse… you can feel my breasts against you, and my buttocks in your hands… what if I let you touch them without anything in between?” she whispered, nipping his ear lightly.
Her breasts in her blouse pressed harder against his chest as she said it, her body moving in rhythm with his touch, making the air between them heavy with heat.
Deepak's Dad’s breath came ragged, her teasing words driving him wild. He pressed his forehead to hers, his lips trembling against hers as he muttered, “My Mom… I want to feel every part of you… not just through saree and blouse… just finish this match quickly”
Before she could answer, he crushed his mouth against hers, his kiss wet and demanding. His tongue slipped inside, tasting her deeply, while his hands moved bolder over her buttocks. He slid his palms across their roundness, squeezing, then spreading them apart through the saree, making My Mom moan into his mouth.
Her breasts in her blouse mashed harder against his chest with every squeeze he gave. My Mom gasped between kisses, her lips wet and parted.
My Mom let out a soft moan as Deepak's Dad’s fingers dug into her buttocks. She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Enough for now, Sir… don’t make me lose myself here…”
She then caught his lips again, kissing him wet and slow, letting her tongue tease his before pulling away with a mischievous smile. Her breasts in her blouse pressed hard against his chest one last time as she gave his buttocks a quick squeeze in return, making him groan.
With her lips still glistening from his kiss, she whispered, “Control yourself… you’re the umpire now… don’t get caught looking at me like this…”
Deepak's Dad gave her buttocks one final squeeze before stepping back reluctantly, his lips swollen from her kiss, his eyes dark with hunger. My Mom straightened her saree, her chest still rising fast under her blouse, then gave him a playful glance as she turned him back toward the umpire’s chair.
Over 2, Ball 1
Prakash adjusted his stance at the crease, ready to face the ball. Behind him, My Mom crouched gracefully in her wicketkeeper’s position, her breasts in blouse resting lightly on her knees as she bent forward. From that close, she could smell the sweat on his neck and see how tightly his arms flexed holding the bat.
The bowler charged in, released — CRACK! Prakash swung and lifted the ball beautifully over long-on for a towering six. The boys shouted and clapped. My Mom clapped too, leaning in from behind, whispering with a playful smile, “Wah, Prakash… what a shot.”
Prakash, still catching his breath, turned back slightly. His face came so close to My Mom’s that their lips almost touched. His eyes flicked down to her mouth, then back up. He whispered, “Thank you, Aunty… you gave me confidence.”
My Mom tilted her head, her lips brushing his as she replied, “Maybe you deserve a small reward…” Before he could react, she leaned forward and kissed his lips softly, quick but full of mischief.
She pulled back with a blush, biting her lower lip as if she’d done something forbidden yet thrilling. Prakash froze for a second, lips tingling, then gave her a stunned smile before turning back to face the next ball, while My Mom stayed behind him, cheeks red, heart racing.
Over 2, Ball 2
Prakash stepped closer, still flushed from his last six. My Mom crouched behind him, breasts in her blouse moving slightly as she leaned forward, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree, shifting with her weight. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she whispered, “Did you like it, Prakash?”
Before he could answer, she kissed him softly. The kiss started gentle and teasing, then she deepened it, moving her lips slowly over his, letting him taste her warmth. Prakash shivered, his body reacting instantly, heat building between his legs.
She pulled back slightly, lips hovering near his. “Do you want more?” she asked playfully.
Breathless, he nodded. “Yes… I want more, My Mom.”
My Mom smiled and leaned in again, kissing him longer and more passionately. Her lips moved slowly over his, a little teasing with her tongue. Prakash groaned softly, leaning closer, caught in the warmth and rhythm of her lips.
The world around them—the crease, the bowler, the game—faded as they kissed. When they finally parted, My Mom’s cheeks were flushed, lips glistening, and Prakash’s eyes shone with heat and excitement.
The next ball came fast. Distracted by the kiss, Prakash swung poorly, edging the ball straight to the fielder.
“Out!” Deepak's Dad called, while the boys laughed. My Mom smirked, knowing her passionate kiss had completely distracted him.
I watched as Deepak, Karthik, and Deepak's Dad hurried over to My Mom, their faces full of excitement. “Aunty, that was amazing!” Deepak said, grinning, while Karthik added, “You really distracted Prakash perfectly. Now it’s easy!”
Deepak's Dad leaned close to My Mom and whispered, “Next is Arjun, the last wicket. If you get him out, the match is ours.”
I stood beside them, feeling a rush of pride and heat at how beautiful and commanding My Mom looked—breasts in her blouse shifting slightly, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree—even under the intensity of the match.
I reached out, putting my hand lightly on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, My Mom,” I said, my voice low. “We’ll win this. Just focus on him, and the rest will follow.”
She looked at me, eyes bright, and smiled. I could feel the tension between us—how her gaze lingered on me, how my heart thudded, thinking about the kisses we had shared. I leaned closer and whispered, “We’ve got this. And after the match… you promised me, remember?”
My Mom’s smile deepened, and she squeezed my hand, nodding. I felt my pulse quicken. This wasn’t just a game anymore—it was us, teasing and daring each other, all under the guise of cricket.
Deepak moved closer to My Mom, a grin spreading across his face. “Aunty, all the credit for this win should go to you,” he said, and before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her lips firmly.
My Mom froze for a moment, blushing deeply, breasts pressing slightly against her blouse, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree, then pulled back, laughing softly, her cheeks pink. She looked at Deepak, still smiling, and whispered, “Don’t get too full of yourself, okay?”
I stood nearby, watching, my pulse quickening. My Mom’s laughter, her playful blush, the way she held herself—it made me ache inside. My Mom had this power, this effect on everyone around her, and yet somehow, I was the only one who felt every tiny look, every brush of her touch, in a way no one else did.
Deepak's Dad chuckled behind us, clapping lightly. “Focus now, Sudha. Arjun is coming. This is it—the last wicket. One more and the match is ours.”
My Mom nodded, still blushing, and straightened her stance behind the stumps. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, thinking about how much I wanted her once this game was over.
Karthik stepped closer, a mischievous grin on his face. He gently held My Mom’s face in his hands and kissed her lips, slow and teasing. “Aunty, you’re the best captain ever,” he whispered against her mouth, making her blush and shiver slightly, breasts moving in her blouse, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree.
My Mom pulled back a little, her eyes sparkling with determination. “Let’s get Arjun out first,” she said, firm and focused, her playful smile still lingering.
I stood beside them, feeling my pulse race. My Mom looked stunning even in the middle of the game, teasing them with her lips yet keeping her eyes locked on the pitch. Every glance, every subtle movement she made, had me burning inside, imagining all the ways I wanted to hold her once the match ended.
Over 2, Ball 3
Arjun walked up to the crease, looking confident. My Mom crouched behind the stumps, breasts filling her blouse, buttocks outlined in her yellow saree, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Before the bowler could deliver, My Mom leaned forward, lips close to his. “You’re naughty, Arjun,” she whispered, kissing his lips softly. Arjun responded eagerly, kissing her lips back. She blushed lightly at his boldness.
“Another one?” he asked, his voice low.
My Mom smiled, cupping his face gently. “Yes,” she said, and kissed him again, slow and lingering, letting him taste her fully.
Finally, the bowler released the ball. Distracted by My Mom, Arjun swung and completely missed. The ball went past him harmlessly, wasted.
I stood nearby, watching My Mom—My Mom—play her teasing game. Her lips, her smile, the way she held him—it made my heart race, my pulse thudding in my chest. She was beautiful, commanding, and utterly intoxicating.
Over 2, Ball 4
Arjun adjusted his stance, eyes flicking to My Mom behind the stumps. He couldn’t help but stare at her breasts through her yellow blouse, and he whispered, “Aunty… your black bra is visible.”
My Mom’s cheeks flushed pink immediately. “You’re so naughty! Focus on the match, not my breasts,” she scolded softly, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
Arjun grinned, his eyes still lingering over her breasts, unable to resist.
The bowler released the ball. Arjun swung, but his concentration was broken. He missed completely, wasting another ball.
I watched My Mom, her buttocks outlined in the yellow saree, breasts bouncing slightly with every movement, teasing Arjun and keeping him distracted. My heart thumped as I realized how effortlessly she commanded attention, even in the middle of the game.
Over 2, Ball 5
Arjun stepped up, eyes flicking to My Mom, and whispered, “Aunty… are you wearing your panties under your saree?”
My Mom’s cheeks turned bright pink. “Yes,” she admitted softly, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
Arjun’s grin widened, his temptation clear. “Can I have a kiss?” he asked, leaning slightly closer.
My Mom laughed softly, shaking her head playfully before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. The kiss was slow, teasing, letting him taste her fully. Her breasts pressed lightly against her blouse, buttocks outlined in the yellow saree as she leaned forward, holding his face gently.
The bowler readied himself, but Arjun, distracted by the kiss and My Mom’s presence, completely missed the delivery. The ball went past harmlessly, wasted again.
Over 2, Ball 6
Arjun stepped up to bat, trying to focus. My Mom crouched behind the stumps, breasts filling her yellow blouse, buttocks outlined in her yellow chiffon saree, a playful glint in her eyes.
She leaned forward, whispering directly to him, “Arjun… I’m wearing my black bra under my blouse, and my yellow petticoat under my saree.”
Arjun’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, clearly distracted.
The bowler ran in, but before the ball even reached him, My Mom whispered again, soft and teasing: “Arjun… I’m wearing my black panties underneath.”
The moment the words left her lips, Arjun completely lost his concentration. His bat swung too late, and the ball hit the stumps. “Bowled!”
The final whistle blew, and our team erupted in cheer. My Mom’s team crowded around her, hugging and patting her back. Deepak grinned, kissing My Mom’s cheek as he hugged her for a moment. “Aunty, you led us to victory! All credit to you!”
Karthik laughed, wrapping his arms around her from the other side. “Seriously, Aunty… the way you distracted them… I’ve never seen anything like it!”
Deepak's Dad jogged over from the umpire’s end, clapping and smiling. “Incredible work, Sudha. You not only won the match, you had them all distracted perfectly. Well done.”
I stepped closer, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her against me. “We did it, Mom. You were amazing out there,” I whispered, brushing my lips softly against hers.
My Mom’s cheeks flushed, her lips curving into that teasing smile I loved. “Now… you promised, remember?” she said, her voice low, playful, and full of promise.
Her breasts pressed lightly against my chest, her buttocks brushing against me as she leaned in, teasing me with every movement. I could feel her warmth, her excitement, the adrenaline of the win still coursing through her.
The match was over, but My Mom wasn’t done. She turned to Deepak first, smiling mischievously. “Aunty, what are you doing?” he asked nervously, and she giggled, leaning close. “All that effort deserves a reward,” she whispered, and kissed him on the cheek. His eyes widened, and I could see him shiver slightly.
Next, she moved to Karthik, cupping his face in her hands. “Aunty, you can’t—” he started, but she kissed him on the lips, holding it long enough to make him tremble. “There… now you’ll always remember who led the team to victory,” she teased, her breasts moving in the blouse, buttocks swaying in the saree.
Deepak's Dad approached last, still smiling from the umpire’s end. My Mom leaned close, whispered something in his ear, then kissed his cheek, leaving him clearly flustered.
I wrapped my arm around My Mom’s waist, pulling her close. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her buttocks brushing my side, and I could feel her warmth radiating through her yellow saree.
I leaned in and kissed her lips deeply, exploring slowly, tasting every part of her mouth. Her lips were soft, sweet, and slightly teasing, and when I probed with my tongue, she parted slightly, letting me taste her tongue.
Her moan against my lips made me shiver, and I held her tighter, pressing my body subtly against hers, feeling her respond to every motion. The taste of her—her lips, her tongue—was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough.
My Mom’s hands found my shoulders, holding me as she returned the kiss, slow and teasing, letting me feel every second of her desire. I grinned against her lips, knowing that victory on the field was nothing compared to this moment with her.
I held My Mom close, arm still around her waist, feeling the soft sway of her buttocks in the yellow saree and the gentle press of her breasts against my chest.
I deepened the kiss, exploring her lips with more intensity, letting my tongue move slowly against hers. She responded eagerly, moaning softly, her hands clutching my shoulders as she leaned into me. Every movement of hers—her body, her lips, the way her saree shifted—made me ache inside.
I pulled her slightly closer, tilting her head, savoring the taste of her lips and tongue, letting the sensation build between us. She teased me with soft, playful nips, making me shiver with desire.
My Mom’s breathing quickened, and I could feel her responding fully to me, her body pressing closer, **her breasts and buttocks moving in rhythm with my own. I grinned against her lips, knowing she enjoyed this as much as I did.
Even with the team still celebrating nearby, I was lost in her—the taste, the feel, the intoxicating closeness of My Mom. Victory had brought us together, but this—her lips, her warmth, her scent—was something no cricket match could ever compare to.
Even as I held My Mom close, I noticed a shadow cross her smile. She pulled slightly back from me, her eyes softening, breasts settling in the yellow blouse, buttocks swaying slightly in her saree.
I watched as My Mom walked over toward Rajan’s team, her steps graceful, her head held high but her expression gentle. She leaned slightly toward them, offering comforting words, her voice soft and soothing. Even though they had lost, she seemed intent on lifting their spirits, patting a shoulder here, smiling there.
Rajan, Arjun, and Prakash looked up, surprised by her kindness. My Mom’s black bra visible through her yellow blouse, yellow petticoat underneath the saree made her presence magnetic, but her genuine concern for them softened the effect.
I followed her with my eyes, feeling a mix of pride and desire. Even in this moment of sympathy, her warmth, her beauty, her teasing energy drew me in completely. She was My Mom—victorious, teasing, compassionate, and utterly irresistible.
The moment Rajan saw My Mom, he raised his hand slightly and said, “Congratulations,” his face showing disappointment and sadness.
“I’m sorry, Rajan… I didn’t mean to distract you with all those kisses and teasing.”
Rajan chuckled softly, shaking his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “Distract me? No way… I loved it. I enjoyed every single kiss,” he said, his voice low and full of admiration.
My mom’s cheeks deepened in color as she smiled, feeling both bashful and thrilled by his words. “You really did?” she asked, teasing him with a soft laugh.
“Absolutely,” he replied, leaning closer, their faces inches apart. “You have no idea how irresistible you are.”
Rajan held My mom’s waist gently, pulling her closer. “Can I have another kiss?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
My mom nodded, blushing, leaning in slightly.
Rajan kissed My mom’s lips slowly and softly, savoring the moment. She responded, closing her eyes and smiling, enjoying the warmth and the playful closeness.
While Rajan was kissing my mom’s lips, I felt a sharp jolt through me. My mom’s lips, her blush, her laughter… I couldn’t stop imagining being the one holding her, kissing her softly, feeling her warmth against me.
She pulled back slightly, grinning, and I could see the sparkle in her eyes—the same sparkle she always had when she was teasing, when she was in control, and when she was utterly beautiful. I clenched my fists slightly, trying to contain myself, but the thought of her, her Breasts in the Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in the Saree, her lips… made my pulse race.
I whispered to myself, “Mommy! You are mine!.” For now, I had to watch, just a step behind, enjoying her playful teasing, her laughter, and the way she made even Rajan melt with just a few soft kisses.
My mom walked over to Prakash, blushing slightly, and whispered, “I’m sorry for distracting you with all those kisses… I didn’t mean to make you lose.”
Prakash chuckled softly, shaking his head, his eyes glinting. “Distract me? No way… I loved every single kiss. You kissed me so well,” he said, leaning closer and kissing her lips softly in return.
My mom blushed deeply, smiling as she pulled back slightly. “You really enjoyed it?” she teased, her voice playful.
“I loved it,” Prakash replied, smiling and giving her a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, making My mom giggle and blush at the warmth and the thrill of their closeness.
Prakash looked at My mom, his eyes lingering on her Breasts in the Yellow Blouse, her Buttocks in the Yellow Chiffon Saree, and her Pantyline showing slightly, and said softly, “You look like a dream… I’d love to make love to you.”
My mom’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and she smiled shyly, blushing and stepping away, murmuring, “You’re too naughty…”
She walked toward Arjun, still feeling the warmth of Prakash’s words and the thrill of the attention, ready to interact with the next teammate while keeping her playful, teasing energy.
My mom walked over to Arjun, blushing lightly, and whispered, “I’m sorry for distracting you with that kiss… I didn’t mean to make you lose focus.”
Arjun smiled, shaking his head, his eyes warm and teasing. “Distract me? No way… just like Rajan and Prakash, I enjoyed it. I loved the taste of your lips,” he said softly.
My mom’s cheeks deepened in color, blushing as she smiled shyly, feeling the thrill of his words and the playful closeness between them.
My mom walked over to Naresh and shook his hand, whispering, “I’m sorry… your team lost today.”
Instead of replying, Naresh pulled her into a hug, holding her close for a moment. Then he kissed her cheek softly, a teasing smile on his face.
“I guess I wasn’t as lucky as Rajan and Prakash to get a proper kiss from you,” he murmured, making My Mom blush deeply and giggle, feeling the playful warmth of his words.
Rajan looked at My Mom, a hint of frustration in his voice. “We lost… 30 Lakhs because of you. That money would have helped with our college fees, and so many other things we needed.”
My mom’s chest tightened, guilt washing over her. “I… I’m really sorry, Rajan,” she whispered, her voice soft and remorseful.
She felt the weight of the loss on their faces, and it made her wish she could have done more without distracting them, even if it was all in the spirit of the game.
Rajan sighed, looking at her with a mix of admiration and regret. “It’s okay… I guess some things are worth more than money,” he added, giving her a small, bittersweet smile.
Rajan stepped closer, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire. “Aunty… if you let us make love to you, maybe we can forget the loss, the 30 Lakhs… and just move on with our lives,” he whispered, his voice low and enticing.
My mom blushed deeply, feeling a mix of guilt and excitement. She hesitated for a moment, then smiled shyly, teasing him back, “You’re too naughty, Rajan…”
Rajan grinned, leaning in just slightly, their faces inches apart, the playful tension between them crackling, leaving both of them flushed and aware of the dangerous allure of the moment.
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