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

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My Mom noticed her Red Petticoat was loose and her Red Saree had slipped awkwardly. She realized she needed to rewear her Saree properly. Carefully, she removed her Red Saree, Red Blouse, and Red Petticoat, standing only in her White Bra and White Panties. She put her hands behind her back and hooked her White Bra, adjusting it neatly over her breasts.

Deepak's Dad hugged My Mom, holding her close while she stood in only her White Bra and White Panties. He kissed her lips nicely, lingering against her mouth.
Then he whispered against her lips, “Come to the Cricket Academy… the boys are waiting to fuck your ass and pussy.”
My Mom shook her head, crying out, “No!”
Deepak's Dad hugged her tighter, his hands on her waist and ass, and said, “If you come and let them fuck you, I’ll help you buy another house.”
My Mom hesitated, biting her lip, then nodded slowly, finally agreeing, “Okay… I’ll go.”
Deepak's Dad hugged My Mom again, pulling her close against his chest. His hands slid over her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly through her White Panties.
He whispered roughly in her ear, “I’m so lucky to fuck a whore like you.”
My Mom shivered against him, her ass pressed tightly against his hands, her body trembling as she absorbed his words, moaning softly, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm.
Deepak's Dad slid his hands up from her ass cheeks to her breasts, squeezing them firmly over her White Bra. His thumbs pressed hard against her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from My Mom, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Come play Cricket with me and the boys next week, Sudha. They’re all waiting for you.”
My Mom shivered against him, her breasts pressed under his hands, her ass still tight against his palms, her body trembling at the thought.
Another knock came at the door. My Mom quickly bent down and pulled her Red Petticoat over her White Panties, then slid her Red Blouse over her White Bra. She wrapped her Red Saree around her waist, adjusting it quickly.
Her hair had come loose, so she quickly fixed it, tucking stray strands neatly. Once dressed, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the bedroom, her breasts and ass properly covered again under the Red Blouse, Red Petticoat, and Red Saree.
My Mom walked out of the bedroom, carefully acting as if nothing had happened. Her breasts and ass were fully covered under the Red Blouse, Red Petticoat, and Red Saree. She smiled politely at her relatives, her face calm and composed.
She followed Deepak's Dad closely, walking beside him as he prepared to leave. Her hands rested gently at her sides, her waist straight, giving no hint of what had just occurred. She accompanied him to the door, her eyes meeting his briefly, a small, knowing smile flickering across her lips as she saw him off.
As Deepak's Dad was about to get into the car, he turned and looked at My Mom. “Don’t forget to play Cricket with us next week,” he said.
My Mom crossed her arms slightly and replied, “Only if you promise me to help buy another house.”
Deepak's Dad grinned, stepping closer, his hands resting briefly on her waist, and asked, “Then you must win against the boys. Will you accept the challenge?”
My Mom nodded firmly, her eyes locking with his, “I accept the challenge.”
A low, pleased chuckle escaped him. “That’s my whore,” Deepak's Dad said, and held my mom’s face and kissed her lips nicely and went home.
That’s “My Mom’s Cricket Challenge with Friends” 

The End

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Novelist Casanova