Santi immediately became concerned. She made him sit on the bed and touched his forehead.
“Kya hua? Bukhar hai? Pet mein dard? Batao properly.”
Himanshu hesitated. “Kuch nahi aunty… bas thoda sa infection jaisa feel ho raha hai.”
Santi narrowed her eyes. “Kahan infection? Bol na clearly.”
He stayed quiet.
“Bol beta,” she said firmly, using the same tone she used with her students. “Main doctor nahi hoon lekin samajh jaungi. Kahan problem hai?”
After asking two more times, Himanshu finally muttered, looking at the floor, “Pubic area mein… khujli aur infection jaisa kuch hai.”
Santi was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke calmly.
“Pants kholo. Dikhao.”
Himanshu’s eyes widened. “Aunty… nahi… main khud dekh lunga.”
“Pants kholo,” she repeated, more firmly this time. “Main dekh leti hoon. Main tumhari mother jaisi hoon. Shame mat karo.”
He still hesitated.
“Beta, maine Divyansh ko bhi dekha tha. Main doctor nahi hoon lekin yeh cheez samajhti hoon. Jaldi karo.”
After the third time, Himanshu slowly stood up and pulled down his school trousers and underwear. His cock was already half-hard from nervousness. Santi sat on the bed in front of him, exactly like she had done with her son the previous day. She looked closely at his pubic area. It was hairy, slightly red, and she could see signs of irritation and a few small lice.
She clicked her tongue.
“Yeh dekh… bilkul saaf nahi rakha. Baal itne hain. Hygiene ka dhyan nahi rakhte tum log?”
She stood up, went to the cupboard, and came back with the same Veet tube and a small razor she had bought earlier. She spread an old newspaper on the floor again.
“Baitho. Main saaf karti hoon.”
Himanshu sat on the edge of the bed. Santi knelt in front of him, nighty riding up on her thighs. She held his cock with her left hand — the same way she had held Divyansh’s — and started applying the cream first. When it didn’t work well and he complained of burning, she washed it off and switched to the razor.
She shaved him carefully, holding his cock and moving it around to reach every patch. As she worked, his cock grew harder and harder in her hand until it was fully erect, throbbing. She didn’t stop. She kept shaving around the base and his balls, her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
By the time she was almost finished, Himanshu was breathing heavily. The combination of her hand on his cock, the intimate position, and the fact that he could see straight down her loose nighty at her full breasts was too much. Without any warning, his cock jerked in her hand and he started cumming — thick ropes shooting out onto her fingers and wrist. He hadn’t even touched himself. It just happened from the excitement.
Santi paused, looked at the cum on her hand, then up at his face. She didn’t look angry. Instead, a small, gentle smile appeared on her lips.
She wiped her hand on the newspaper calmly and said in a soft, reassuring voice,
“No issue. You are still a kid. Relax. Yeh sab hota hai is umar mein. Tension mat lo.”
She cleaned the remaining area, wiped him properly, and stood up.
