Balu walked beside his aunt in the pitch-dark village path. "Periamma, something keeps biting me here and there!"
Before she could reply, "Yes da, that's how it is in the fields," a firefly flew straight onto Balu's face. He jumped in panic.
"Periamma, something hit my face!"
"It's just a firefly da, it won't do anything."
"Ayyo, it's biting!"
Manju flashed the torch on his face. Balu swatted the air.
"It flew away da."
Balu kept walking, scratching his thighs. It was four in the morning.
Manju flashed the torch here and there to find a stone. Suddenly the bright light fell straight between Balu's legs.
In the harsh white beam of two mobile torches, his cock stood fully erect like a thick banana stem, foreskin half peeled back, the pink head poking out. Manju froze for a second, mouth watering.
She thought, "My God, how big he's grown at this age!"
Balu shouted, "Periamma, shine here, no stone there!"
She flashed again and again, unable to take her eyes off it.
Balu finally pulled down his trousers and stood in just his underwear. Manju sat a little ahead, shining the torch directly on his crotch.
"Periamma… it's biting so much!"
Manju stood up, pulled her long skirt and petticoat down to her ankles, stepped closer and stared openly at his cock. Saliva filled her mouth.
As they walked home, she kept bending to look. Every time Balu spread his thighs while walking, his cock and balls swung heavily. She casually brushed the back of her hand against it.
Balu kept scratching inside his thighs.
Manju asked, "Don't you people in the city ever walk with it hanging out like this?"
"How is it possible in the city, Periamma?"
He scratched his right thigh again.
"What happened da?"
"Itching badly near my balls."
"Some insect bite?"
Balu panicked. "Ayyo, snake?"
"No da, even a thorn can itch."
Manju stopped. "Wait, let me see."
She shone the torch below his waist. The light fell straight on his lower belly.
"Where exactly?"
Balu bent, spread his thighs wide and pointed. A red ant-bite mark glowed where cock and balls joined.
Manju knelt down to see better. Balu twisted his cock aside to show clearly. Three-fourths of it was now rock hard. Manju swallowed hard.
She thought, "If he grows a little more, it'll be thicker than a rolling pin…"
She moved his cock aside with her fingers and examined the bite.
"Just an ant bite da."
In her mind: "My own sister's son is holding his cock right in front of my face… what if I just put it in my mouth and suck…"
Balu scratched his balls again.
"Itching there too?"
"Yes Periamma…"
She spread his balls with both hands and scratched gently. The pleasure made his cock and balls bounce. She gripped the shaft with one hand, scratched the balls with the other, staring openly.
It throbbed wildly.
"Better now?"
"Much better…" Balu said, scratching the middle of his shaft.
Manju held the full cock firmly, rubbed the head slowly with her thumb, then lifted his balls and looked up at him. His eyes were half-closed in pleasure.
She slowly peeled the tight foreskin all the way back. It hurt him.
"Periamma, it hurts!"
She brought her nose close to the head and inhaled deeply — the raw smell of sweat, dirt and urine went straight to her brain.
"Shall I just lick the tip once? Or take the whole thing in my mouth and suck?"
Her pussy grew burning hot. One hand still on his cock, the other slipped inside her skirt.
Balu suddenly said, "Enough Periamma… it's okay now."
She snapped out of it, stood up, and they walked home.
At home, the outdoor bathroom was free. Manju went first. Balu followed, door wide open, squatted and washed his ass.
"That's all?"
"Then?"
"Wash the front properly da!"
Balu stood up.
Manju shouted inside, "Lalitha! Come see your son — look how he washes his cock!"
Lalitha from inside: "He's always like that."
Manju turned to Balu. "So you wash it yourself? Or shall I come and scrub it four times?"
Lalitha laughed. "He's useless — grab it and wash properly, then kick his ass four times!"
Manju snatched the mug from Balu's hand, poured water straight on his cock and gave it one long, firm stroke.
Balu's stomach tingled wildly. He didn't understand why.
She soaped it thoroughly, stroked until it foamed, rinsed it clean.
"Now wipe with the towel."
His cock stood half-hard. Lalitha walked out, saw it, and stared at Manju.
Manju grinned. "Look at the size! Do you clean and jerk this monster every day?"
Lalitha sighed. "That's my fate. Even his elder sister Gayathri saw it once while he was sleeping and asked me — I got the shock of my life."
"Still uncut… and he hasn't started jerking yet?"
"Just because it's my son, should I go and jerk him off?"
"You gave birth to him — what's wrong if you stroke it for him?"
"Then do you stroke your son Sandhosh?"
"He's too smart — he and four-five school friends jerk together behind the playground every day."
They laughed and gossiped about guiding boys properly at this age, warning about neighbours whose sons turned out to prefer boys.
Later in the hall, Manju was ironing when Balu brought the phone.
"Apsana aunty calling."
Manju put it on loudspeaker.
Apsana was crying softly — something big had happened, their secret plan was ruined, hearts were broken.
While the women talked secretly, Ruthra sneaked up behind Balu near the window, caught him eavesdropping, stuck her tongue out playfully and whispered,
"Your Periamma is right outside…"
What happens in the next chapter
Ruthra drags Balu into the dark room, teases and measures his huge cock with her hands and mouth.