She opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hall.
The moment she stepped out, she froze.
Himanshu was standing right there in the middle of the hall. His lowers and underwear were around his ankles. His cock was fully erect, thick and hard, pointing straight at her. In his right hand, he was holding his phone — still recording. His left hand was wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it.
Santi’s eyes widened. For two seconds, she just stared — at his hard dick, at the phone, at the guilty look on his face.
Then her expression changed.
“Himanshu!” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Yeh kya kar raha hai tu?! Bathroom mein chhed karke dekh raha tha? Video record kar raha tha?! Yeh kya badtameezi hai?!”
She took two steps forward, angry and shocked.
Himanshu panicked. He quickly stopped recording and dropped the phone on the mattress. His cock was still hard, twitching.
“Aunty… sorry… please… main… main control nahi kar paya. Kal raat ke baad se dimag mein kuch aur chal raha tha. Aapki baatein… aur jab aapne… maine socha bas ek baar dekh lunga. Please maaf kar do aunty. Main galti kar diya.”
He looked genuinely scared and guilty. His voice cracked as he pleaded.
Santi stood there, breathing heavily. The towel was still wrapped around her wet body. Water droplets were falling from her hair onto her shoulders and chest. She looked at him — this 18-year-old boy who had been so open last night, who had cum in her hand yesterday, and who was now standing half-naked and desperate in front of her.
Something inside her shifted.
She hadn’t had proper sex in almost five and a half years. Her husband Prakash had completely lost interest after Divyansh was born. He was always tired, always making excuses. She had suppressed her own desires for years, focusing only on teaching and family. But ever since she came to Lucknow and saw how these boys lived, and after the intimate moments with Divyansh and then Himanshu, something long buried had started waking up.
She looked at his hard, young cock again. It was throbbing. She could see the desperation in his eyes.
Her anger slowly melted into something else.
She sighed deeply and spoke in a lower voice.
“Pagal hai kya? Agar Divyansh ya Ajay aa jaate toh? Video record kar raha tha… agar woh viral ho jaata?”
Himanshu kept pleading. “Aunty please… main delete kar dunga. Main bas… aapko dekhne ka mann kar raha tha. Aap itni sundar ho… aur kal jo hua… main control nahi kar paya. Please maaf kar do.”
Santi looked at him for a long moment. Then she slowly walked closer. She stood right in front of him. The towel was still around her, but it had loosened slightly from the movement. She could feel his eyes on her wet cleavage.
Without saying anything, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock.
Himanshu gasped.
Santi started stroking him slowly, firmly. Her hand moved up and down his shaft. She looked directly into his eyes.
“Tu bahut bada ho gaya hai,” she said softly. “Lekin abhi bhi baccha hai.”
She increased her speed. Himanshu moaned. His knees felt weak. She kept jerking him, her wet hand sliding easily because of the water still on her skin.
