She held his cock gently but firmly with her left hand, moving it to the side so she could shave the base properly. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft as she carefully ran the razor through the remaining thick pubic hair. The sound of the razor against stubble was soft in the quiet room. She worked methodically — holding his balls with two fingers, stretching the skin, shaving slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t cut him.
As she shaved around the base and under his balls, Divyansh’s cock started growing in her hand. It thickened and hardened until it was fully erect, pointing slightly upward. The head was swollen and a drop of pre-cum had already formed at the tip.
Santi paused for a second, looked up at her son’s face, then down at his hard cock in her hand. She didn’t let go. She simply continued shaving the last patches of hair while holding his erection steady.
When she finished, she wiped the area clean with a wet cloth. Then she looked up at him again, her expression calm and almost amused. A small, knowing smile appeared on her lips.
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “No issues. Don’t worry. Yeh sab normal hai. Main toh roz hi clean karti hoon. Tumhare father ko bhi main hi saaf karti hoon har hafte. Woh bhi exactly aise hi react karte hain jab main unke yahan haath lagati hoon. Tum bhi unke bete ho… yeh toh hoga hi. Relax.”
She gave his hard cock one last gentle wipe, then let it go. She stood up, her nighty brushing against his erection for a moment.
“Ab theek se saaf ho gaya. Aaj raat se koi problem nahi hogi. Main yahin hoon kuch din. Kal subah phir check kar lungi.”
She patted his cheek like she used to when he was small, then turned and walked out of the bedroom to check on the other two boys in the hall.
Divyansh stood there alone for a long minute, his freshly shaved cock still rock hard, his mother’s words echoing in his head.
Outside in the hall, Himanshu and Ajay were still sleeping. Santi quietly adjusted their blanket, then sat on a chair near the window, looking at nothing in particular, her expression unreadable.
The flat was silent except for the low hum of the cooler.
But inside that small 1BHK, something irreversible had just happened.
After the shaving, Santi wiped her hands on a small towel and looked at her son, who was still standing with his freshly shaved cock slowly softening.
“Ab kapde pehen lo aur let jao,” she said calmly. “Main bhi thodi der let jaati hoon. Dono ko aaram chahiye.”
Divyansh quickly pulled up his lowers and lay down on the bed. Santi switched off the main light, leaving only the small bedside lamp on. She lay down beside him on the same bed — not touching, but close enough that he could feel her warmth and smell the light jasmine on her skin. Her nighty had ridden up slightly, showing most of her smooth thighs. She turned on her side to face him.
For a minute neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the cooler humming and the faint snoring of Himanshu and Ajay from the hall.
Then Santi spoke, her voice low and matter-of-fact.
