I had recently started to shave my ballsack just for hygiene reasons, the only trouble is the prickliness when the hairs start to grow again, one particular morning I was in some discomfort, so I went to our bathroom with a new razor to try and shave the fuzz off, my mum heard me cussing and shouted through the door and asked if everything was alright, I told her what I was trying to do but not succeeding, she astounded me when she offered to help, now my mum hasn't seen my tackle since I was about 10 years old, she said that I have nothing that she hasn't seen before as she used to be a nurse, so I asked her to come in trying to remain composed, she dropped down to her knees then without any more thought she lifted my balls to survey the job in hand so to speak, without further ado she applied some shaving foam to my balls then delicately started to shave them, soon after she rinsed them off with a flannel then dried them off, when I felt them they were silky smooth, I couldn't thank her enough, she said no problem, but told me they ought to be done every few days, and she would be delighted to help, and with a twinkle in her eye she said that I may be able to control my one eyed trouser snake in future as I was sporting a huge erection