“Ab theek se saaf ho gaya. Aaj raat se koi problem nahi hogi. Agar phir se ho toh bol dena. Main hoon yahin.”
Himanshu sat there, breathing hard, his freshly shaved cock still twitching slightly, unable to look her in the eye.
Santi simply washed her hands in the bathroom like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Outside, the afternoon sun was bright. Inside the small flat, the line between “motherly help” and something much deeper had blurred even further.
That night after dinner, everyone was sitting in the hall. Santi had cooked again and the plates were still on the small table. She was in her light pink nighty, sitting on the chair while the three boys sat on the mattresses spread on the floor. The mood was relaxed until Santi spoke.
She looked at all three of them and said calmly, “Main aaj subah saaf kar rahi thi… ek kamre mein drink ki bottles chhupi hui mili. Beer aur thodi whisky bhi. Kaun chhupaya tha yeh?”
The room went quiet.
Himanshu and Divyansh looked at each other. Ajay’s face turned pale. He was the weakest when it came to pressure. He started fidgeting, then suddenly blurted out in panic,
“Aunty… woh… main nahi… actually Divyansh gaya tha… redlight area mein… ek baar. Isliye usko woh infection hua tha. Usse mujhe bhi ho gaya… aur Himanshu ko bhi. Humne share kar liya tha… matlab problem share ho gayi thi.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Ajay realised what he had done. He looked down, terrified.
Divyansh closed his eyes. Himanshu stared at the floor.
Santi didn’t shout. She didn’t get angry like a typical mother. She simply leaned back in the chair, looked at all three of them one by one, and spoke in a steady, serious voice.
“Accha. Toh yeh baat hai. Ab baitho sab. Main aaj raat tum teeno ko kuch baatein samjhaati hoon. Sex education, personal hygiene, aur kuch important cheezein. Koi darne wali baat nahi hai. Main yahan hoon. Baat karo openly.”
She paused, then continued.
“Pehle yeh samajh lo — paid sex kyun galat hai. Redlight area jaana, paise dekar kisi aurat ke saath time bitana… yeh us aurat ki majboori ka fayda uthana hai. Woh aksar gareebi, family problems, ya kisi aur wajah se wahan hoti hain. Tum paise dekar unki misrey ka fayda le rahe ho. Yeh sirf sharir nahi, insaan ki izzat aur choice ka bhi sawal hai. Aur diseases ka risk bahut zyada hota hai — jo tum teeno ne already experience kar liya. Lice, infection… yeh sab paid sex se aasani se failta hai. Real relationship mein yeh sab nahi hota agar dono clean aur careful rahein.”
The boys listened quietly. No one interrupted.
Santi went on, now speaking more like a teacher giving an important lesson.
“Personal hygiene bahut zaroori hai. Pubic area saaf rakhna, regularly shave ya trim karna, roz nahana, clean underwear pehenna. Jo maine Divyansh aur Himanshu ke saath kiya, woh isliye kiya kyunki tum logon ne khud nahi sambhala. Ab se khud sambhalna seekho. Main har baar nahi kar sakti.”
She looked at Ajay directly.
“Aur tum… jo itna dar ke bol diya, woh theek kiya. Sach bolna achhi baat hai. Ab daro mat. Main gussa nahi hoon. Main samajhna chahti hoon.”
