Old Pussy Craves Young Cock Part 5

After karan left that afternoon, I felt like one ghost in my own house. I didn’t even know how to handle my feelings. I just kept myself busy cleaning the table where he put oil, fixing the sofa cushions, and changing the bed sheet. I wanted to hide every trace of what happened.

It wasn’t just because I was scared of someone finding out, but my mind still couldn’t believe it really happened. While I was cleaning, my eyes fell on a photo frame of my husband. Seeing it, I feel one sharp sting of guilt.

But then I think to myself that all the pleasure you deprived me of for the whole lifetime is exactly what I am now getting from this young man. Along with that feeling, I realise what I’m doing is wrong. I stayed faithful to him for so many years without ever betraying him.

But the feelings I have for Karan make me think. If I had met someone like him sooner, my youth would not have passed by so unfulfilled. My pussy would not stay so dry and hungry all those years.

When I changed into a fresh saree, I looked at myself in the mirror. My face looked the same, but I knew I was not the same woman anymore. My skin could still feel his hands and that kiss on my lips. My heart wasn’t empty now; it was full of thoughts of him. I think of Karan’s hard dick, and I know I can’t stop myself now. My body wants this too much.

I reached the shop, but karan was not at his desk. My eyes are looking for him everywhere. I tried to act normal and asked the boy there, “Where is karan?”

He told me Karan has some work and he leaves around lunch. I just nodded and smiled, but I was panicking inside. Is he avoiding me? Did he regret it? Or is he just moving on as if nothing happened?

Then, I saw him walking toward the shop. He looked exactly like he always does, very calm and smiling. When he sees me, he gives me the same naughty look that always makes my heart jump. He acted as if nothing had happened between us. No awkwardness at all. Just the same old karan.

I felt big relief. I was so worried he would be cold or stay away, but he treated me just like always. I went back for work, but everything felt different. The way I sat and talked to customers, I felt this new heat inside me. I felt like one woman again.

Later that evening, Renu came to check the boutique. She gave karan rent money, and they started talking business. He sounded very confident, telling her we should sell more bold and sexy lingerie. He says women trust buying these things from other women. Renu was impressed, but while they were talking, his eyes caught mine for just one second. That one look told me he hadn’t forgotten anything.

But to speak so boldly to my daughter Renu right there in front of me, and to show how to display bras and panties. He is doing it all like it’s the most ordinary thing in the world. And Renu, even though I was there, didn’t feel awkward at all. Looking at the level of understanding between the two of them, I start suspecting they have had a deep friendship for a long time and maybe something more than that.

Whenever she is around, Karan and Renu look a little bit happier. Seeing him talk about lingerie and bras made my pussy throb because I know how his hands feel, and now I wonder if Renu knows it too. That thought makes me feel jealous but also hungrier for him.

For the next few days, things stayed quiet. Karan didn’t come to the shop much. He didn’t stand at the door to chat. We only exchange a few smiles or quick looks from a distance. I kept waiting for him. I wanted to feel his hands on my shoulders. I wanted to hear him whisper those dirty things in my ear. But he didn’t come.

Every night, it becomes a habit I can’t stop. I go under my blanket, close my eyes, and let my fingers move slowly between my legs. I rubbed my pussy gently, imagining it was Karan’s hands touching me instead of mine. I remember the feel of his skin, his warm breath on my neck, and how his hard dick pressed against me that afternoon. Everything was so clear in my mind, it was impossible to forget.

Every night, I slip under the covers and move fingers. I feel heat rising deep inside me. I became so wet, my pussy was hungry and wanting more. I try to rub my nipples and pull my boobs to feel something, but something is always missing. The pleasure starts to grow, but it never reaches an end.

I could never feel that total satisfaction. That amazing feeling I have with Karan’s hands has changed me. Now, my own touch is not enough. I lie there breathing fast, my skin covered in sweat, moving my buttocks in frustration, but I stayed unfulfilled. Instead of feeling better, I only feel one deep thirst. Every night, my wanting for his dick grows stronger.

Karan, please stop coming to the shop as before. The worst part was not seeing that bulge in his trousers. That sight of his dick shape used to make me go crazy, but now it feels like one prize I lost.

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But slowly, Karan started visiting again. He stays, chats, and teases me like before. Whenever he leans close or touches my hand, I feel hope again. I imagine his face between my legs and his tongue licking my pussy. My body aches for him, all desires on fire again.

But just when things were getting better, my daughter Tanisha came home. Her arrival changed everything. She was like a thorn in my path. I still want karan, I still crave for his hard dick. With Tanisha around, everything becomes very difficult. I have to hide my cleavage and act like a mother.

Whenever karan comes, she smiles and talks to him. She has no idea what is secretly happening. I see the same frustration in Karan’s eyes. He wants to be close to me, touch my buttocks and kiss my lips, but Tanisha is always there between us.

Sometimes we managed to whisper a few words or make a quick plan. We use customers as an excuse to slip away for one second. But those moments are too short. They never satisfied that deep thirst we both have.

One day, I hear Tanisha telling karan she wants to get fit. She laughed about it, not knowing how much that one sentence could change everything. From the next morning, she started going to the gym with karan at the same time.

It feels very strange. Thinking of them working out together makes me feel uneasy. Karan acts like it’s no big deal. He teases her and asks when your holidays are going to end. He said it like a joke, but I knew the real meaning. He is waiting for her to leave so we can finally be together.

But this becomes their daily routine. Every morning, Tanisha leaves with karan. She wears tight gym leggings or very short shorts that show her thighs and buttocks. She looks like a girl on a mission. I watch them leave and try for a smile, but inside I feel deep pain. I feel jealous and suffocated.

Tanisha was constantly talking about karan like nothing else in the world made sense to her. Whenever Karan visits the shop, she stands right up close to him and practically clings to his side. Playfully, she even grabs his hand. Tanisha’s eyes clearly show she has grown very fond of karan.

Also, there was a small change in her clothes. She started wearing extremely short and tight clothes that show her buttocks and curves. Karan didn’t seem to pay much attention to this, but I no longer trust him. He is capable of doing anything. My mind starts thinking if he looks at her like he looks at my cleavage. I feel this fire of jealousy thinking about what he can do to a young girl like her. He has that magic with his voice and behaviour, and I was scared he would use it on her too. I watch them, and I feel like my own granddaughter is becoming my rival for his touch.

Even when we are alone for a second karan only looks at me. His eyes were fixed on me. But because of Tanisha’s distance between us, it only grows.
Longing is becoming unbearable. I crave his dick while I watch her leave with him.

That one month feels like a whole year. Tanisha is everywhere at the shop, at home, and at the gym with him. My body wants Karan’s passion, but all I got was quick looks and small talk. My desire wouldn’t fade.

The strangest thing happened when it was time for Tanisha to go back to the hostel. She is not happy like usual. She is very quiet and sad. I didn’t know why, but she seemed restless. Maybe she got used to being around karan. She didn’t smile while packing, and when she hugged me, she held me for a long time.

Renu was very busy with work and couldn’t leave. She trusts karan like family, so she asks Karan, “Can you please drop Tanisha at the hostel?”

Karan says yes immediately. When we look at each other, we both understand that it’s a long drive, just two of them. I feel left behind watching them go.

Karan is a young man, and Tanisha is just starting to bloom in her youth. Knowing Karan as I do, I realise if he can charm older women like me, then he definitely can cast a spell on a young girl too. I was so worried about what those two might do while alone together. Actually, I have this strong feeling that some scheme was brewing between them. Maybe they already have a secret I don’t know about. I had to go with them to see for myself what was happening.

I stood at the door and helped Tanisha with the bags. I act like I’m fine, but my mind is racing. I hope fire karan has for me still burning. But it felt heavy.

Just as they are about to leave, look at me and say MoM, you should go too. Karan will be bored alone on the way back. And Tanisha will be happy.

I’m so surprised. I look at karan and his face lit up with a big smile. He looks truly happy I’m coming. Tanisha is also happy and nodding.

Inside me, all jealousy starts to melt. Maybe I’m overthinking. Karan still looks at me with love. Tanisha still wants me near. Now I have a chance to be with him and no one suspects. I smile back, thinking maybe the universe is giving me another chance.

On the way, Tanisha sat in front with karan. I sat in the back watching them laugh. But sometimes Karan looks at me through the mirror. I decided to tease him. I slowly move my pallu to show him my cleavage and the curves of my boobs. I leaned back and gave him a naughty smile whenever our eyes met in the mirror. He didn’t say anything, but I can feel his lust growing.

After we dropped Tanisha, the sky turned dark. On our way back, a massive storm started. It was raining so hard we couldn’t see the road. Karan says, ” Aunty, it’s impossible to drive in this. He drove into a hotel parking lot. He called Renu and his family to tell them we are staying there until the storm stops.

His family tell us not to take any risks. The storm got even worse. The wind was loud, and the rain was hitting the windows hard. We have no choice but to spend the night at the hotel.

So tell me. When it’s storming outside and night is long, will my hungry ageing pussy finally get what it wants? Will this weather be the best excuse of my life, or will I stay wet and unsatisfied like the world outside?

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