"Interviewing Mom" and "Interviewing Sister"

"Interviewing Mom"

By Caligula

Jeff was in love with his mother Patricia’s feet. He was 18, and she was 38. They were absolutely gorgeous as far as he was concerned. He often fantasized about licking her size 8 soles and sucking on her big toes. Aside from having a foot fetish for his mom’s feet, he also kept a much darker secret. He fantasized about having his mother kick him hard in the balls. It was difficult not to get hard around his mother where his ball-busting and foot fetish was concerned. She almost always walked around the house barefoot and because of that, her soles tended to develop a sort of shine to them from buffing up against the floor all day and collecting a thin layer of dust over the bottoms. He knew from sniffing and licking the insides of her dozens of pairs of high heels that her feet also smelled and tasted like pure heaven.

Patricia also encouraged her son’s hard-ons whenever they watched a movie together and some guy got kicked in the balls. She would laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world and say something like, "I bet he’s singing soprano now", or "No babies for him".

Jeff was always looking for a way to get his mother to hit his nuts but it didn’t work. He attempted getting in her way or standing behind her hoping she would swing her hand and hit him and even tickling her and standing astride her feet with his legs spread, but nothing worked. But he thought he had finally hit upon an idea that would work. He waited for the weekend when he knew his mother would be lounging around the house barefoot to ask his question.

Pat was in her bedroom sitting up on her bed, dangling her soles over the edge, wiggling her toes seductively. Jeff’s penis saluted her feet. His tight-fitting jeans managed to control the size of his member to a small extent. Pat looked up at her son and looked at him quizzically. He had a video camera with him that he proceeded to set up.

“What’s the camera for, Jeff?”

Now was time to see if his made-up story would pass muster. “Well, we got this project at school. I have to interview someone for my gym class and put it on videotape. Afterwards, we all share our videos with the rest of the class. Each video has to do with an aspect of self-defense. I figured I’d interview you. Everyone always says you look good for your age and sometimes mistake us for boyfriend/girlfriend, so I thought you’d have had to protect yourself at one time or another from some guy.”

His mother laughed and flexed her soles, Jeff’s erection grew a tiny bit. “Well I have had to hurt some guys come to think of it. Alright, I’ll be your guinea pig.”

Jeff set the videotape to rolling and made sure he captured the whole room in the view. (After he got a few closeups of his mother’s soft shiny soles, of course.) He took up a position opposite her feet on the bed, making sure his legs were slightly spread and her feet were somewhat positioned in the V his legs made.

“Whenever you’re ready,” said Patricia.

Jeff took a deep breath, swallowed hard and proceeded to ask his first question. “Have you ever kicked a man in the balls, Mom?”

His mother laughed again. “You better believe I’ve kicked some balls in my time! There are alot of guys out there wearing their balls for earrings because of me.”

Jeff’s penis twitched in his pants. “I guess we should probably start at the beginning with this. Where did you first learn about the sensitivity of a male’s testicles?”

“Hmmm...well one of my friends when I was about 12 had a sister a few years older than us and she told us both about kicking a man where it counts if you want to stay safe. We didn’t really understand why kicking a man there would cause him pain but my friend Grace had a pet dog. Her dog, Max, was a big mutt with even bigger balls. Well, Grace put a muzzle on her dog and we took him down to the basement where we knew we’d be alone. Grace distracted Max from the front as she said it was kind of gross to be touching a dog’s balls. So I went around behind the poor dog and took his big nuts in my hand. I kind of rolled them around and Max actually seemed to be enjoying that. So I figured ‘fuck this, I’m trying to find out why balls hurt, not trying to make this dog feel good’. I got pissed off and squeezed. I don’t even think we needed that muzzle as the dog just yelped and went down to the ground.” Pat laughed at the memory. “Well I kept squeezing because I thought this was the funniest thing. Well one of Max’s nuts slipped out of my hand and now all my strength was being used on just one ball. Next thing you know, I feel cartilage go ‘SQUICK’ and Max’s big nut just pops right in my hand.” Patricia clenched her fist as if Max’s ball was still in there. Jeff sighs wistfully. “Well anyway, Max is lying there whimpering like he just lost his best friend when we remembered that Grace’s older sister said to ‘kick’ guys in the balls. So we waited for Max to feel a little better and then I called him over like I was trying to be all nice after hurting his baby-makers. Well, that stupid fucking dog comes running over wagging his tail and jumps up on me, standing on his two back legs. Well what’s a girl to do? I kicked him square in the balls! I apparently did enough damage that Grace’s mother had to take Max to the vet so they could finish the castration job that I started.”

“You mean they...”

“...cut his balls off? You bet they did!” laughed Pat. “Grace and I never laughed so hard as we did when we found out that they actually cut the dog's nuts right off! SNIP! SNIP!” Patricia made a ‘snipping’ motion with two of her fingers, imitating a pair of scissors. Jeff ‘s erection was almost becoming painful. Patsy again wiggled her soft toes and wrinkled her shiny soles. “So that’s how your mom learned about balls.” She smiled at her son.

“When was the first time you actually used this technique on a human male?”

“It wasn’t too long after the incident with Max, actually. I was so fascinated by balls that I just HAD to try kicking a boy at school! I wondered if a boy’s balls would pop as easily as a dog’s. There was this guy at school that used to tease the shit out of me at recess, so one day I had him chase me around a corner where no one could see what I was going to do. I didn’t even wait for him to stop running towards me. I just lifted my leg and.....wait, why don’t I show you. After all, you’re taping this and this will show HOW I kicked that boy.”

Jeff couldn’t believe his luck! Was he finally going to get his wish? He hadn’t expected his mother to volunteer to bust his balls. He thought he’d have to use the plan he originally had intended to use but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

Jeff and Patsy stood up facing each other. “Spread your legs a little bit.” Jeff did as he was told. “Well, the guy came at me and I lifted my leg, smashing my foot, RIGHT into his balls like this!” Suddenly Patricia DID lift her leg, her foot flying upwards with blinding speed towards her son’s nutsack, and.....nothing. Patricia’s foot stopped not more than half an inch from the bulge of balls in her son’s pants. Jeff let out a small squeak, almost as if he really had been kicked, and rose up onto his tiptoes. Patsy laughed. “What’s the matter? Afraid mom might pop a ball? Well anyway, that’s what happened. The boy just kind of stood there for a few seconds with his mouth hanging open. Then he started making funny noises and the little baby started crying and holding himself. He fell down real slow and lay there. I just watched and laughed at him, asking how much it hurt. I got into trouble, but it was worth it!”

Pat went back to sitting on the bed, dangling the foot which had just nearly crushed her son’s nuts. Jeff stood there, trying to control the urges he was feeling for his mother’s feet. After taking a few deep breaths, he too returned to the bed. “Well mom, I can see why he was making funny noises!” Jeff tried to laugh it off. “So what do you think is the best way to get a guy where it counts?”

“Hmmm.....well there’s the obvious ways like kneeing the nuts, or kicking in the balls. You can punch or elbow or...” Pat smiled and bared her teeth, “CHEW!”

Jeff swallowed hard.

“I think I like kicking the best, though. There’s so many things you can do to a man’s nuts with your feet. Here, look at my foot and I’ll explain.” Pat placed her foot gently in her son’s outstretched hands. Jeff was in heaven. He couldn’t believe he was actually holding his mother’s foot! He had dreamed about this moment for so long, and it was finally coming true! He struggled to hide his excitement as he fondled his mother’s foot. “Take for example my toes. If I were to kick you dead on in the ballsack with the front of my toes, “said Patricia as she wiggled her red painted toes, “I would very probably sever the cords attaching your balls to your body with my sharp toenails. Or look at the top of my foot, or the ball of my foot.” Pat shoved her sole to within inches of Jeff’s face so he could closely examine the correct areas. His mother’s foot was so close he could smell the sweet odor they gave off. “I could, if done right, kick you with these areas and burst your nuts. Or there is my bare heel. Feel how hard it is.” Jeff caressed her heel, lovingly stroking what could potentially be a dangerous weapon. “If I get one of your nuggets trapped between my bare heel and your pelvic bone, I could quite literally POP your nut! The result for all three scenarios is the same...no babies for sonny-boy!” Pat laughed again and pulled her foot away.

“Speaking of popping nuts, have you ever popped a guy’s nuts before?”

“Of course, more times than I can remember! Back in high school most of us girls were pretty sadistic, I guess. We actually formed a secret ball-busting club. Most of us members were cheerleaders, which came in handy since we all had powerful legs for kicking. Well in order to be a member of the club you had to perform an ‘explosion’, as we called it. You had to make some guy into a eunuch. It was really a good time. Mine was with this dork who had a big crush on me. There was a crush alright! This is how I did it.”

Patsy got off the bed again and laid down on her back on the floor. She directed Jeff to stand over her. “Spread your legs again, hon. I got him positioned like this and asked him if he wanted me to do something special to him with my feet. I told him he’d never forget it. He said yes. I took hold of his ankles so he couldn’t pull away and did THIS to him!” Pat grabbed her son’s ankles and then rammed her bare heel up right underneath his sack, stopping just short of making contact. She then twisted her foot from side to side, as if grinding out a cigarette. Jeff looked down to see her sole and toes waving at him as his mother twisted her foot. It was as if she was saying bye bye to his balls.

“What did the guy do?”

“He started crying and making faces. His eyes got real big and his tongue was kind of sticking out of his mouth. I guess I only had one ball between my heel and his bone, so I only popped one. I had to reload, I guess you might say to destroy the other one. I pulled my foot back and rerammed it between his legs. POW! I got the second one! I accused him of attacking me and I got into no trouble. It was great!” Pat got up off the floor and faked a knee to her son’s crotch. Jeff covered up and backed up slightly. “What’s the matter, Jeff?” She chased him around the room playfully, lifting her knee towards his groin or trying to fake him out with a pretend kick. “I’ll REALLY show you what busting balls is about!” His mother kept laughing at Jeff’s embarrassment with the situation. But Patsy eventually sat down on the bed again, waiting for whatever her son had to say next. Jeff was so turned on at this point that he could no longer wait to make his final statements and see what happened.

“Well Mom, I guess that should do it.”

“Over all ready? I was just getting started!” laughed mom.

“You know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get kicked in the balls,” said Jeff, waiting for a response.

“You’ve NEVER been kicked in the balls at school or something? EVER?” said his Mom incredulously.

“Nope. And I don’t think it could possibly hurt as much as they show in the movies.”

“I think you’d be surprised. I’ve kicked A LOT of boys in the balls and they ALWAYS cry and make those funny noises, just like in the movies.”

“I still don’t know. I wouldn’t mind taking a kick, at least once, just to know what to watch out for. I should probably know what I’m talking about for my video if nothing else.” Jeff took a deep breath and stumbled into his question. “Mom, do you think maybe YOU could kick me? It’s just that I REALLY want to know what it feels like, and I figured it’d be safest if I got kicked here at home. After all, you have a lot of ball-kicking experience and you’d make sure that if I did get hurt bad you could get me to help quickly. So...would you kick me in the balls, Mom...please?”

Jeff’s mother laughed. It was a musical sound. “I never thought I’d hear a guy ASK me to kick him in the balls! Well, I guess so. I’m warning you though, it’s gonna hurt real bad.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take my chances.”

“Well what do you want? Should I knee your nuts? That will hurt less than kicking.”

“No, I think I want the kick.”

“Brave man.....or should I say STUPID man!” laughed Patsy. “Barefoot or with shoes? I could kick you with my high heels...they’re VERY pointy though! How about my candies? That would hurt BAD!”

“I think I’d like it barefoot. I don’t want to take TOO many chances”

Both mother and son laughed. “Okay, Jeff, spread your legs a little for me. Yes, like that. I want to make sure I get your balls on the first try...BOTH balls! Maybe you want to close your eyes for this.”

“No I want to watch!” said Jeff excitedly. Patricia only smiled.

Mother and son stood facing each other. Son stood with his legs spread...mother stood with her right leg cocked back slightly, like a pistol waiting to go off. “Here goes!!!” Then it happened, Jeff’s lifelong fantasy now a reality. His mother swung her gorgeous bare foot forward with great speed and accuracy, up between her son’s legs, up between her son’s balls. Patsy’s foot made a loud firm sounding ‘SMACK’, and she could actually see her’s son’s balls compress in his tight pants and sort of try to escape her foot by each ball oozing over the sides of her foot. There was no escape though, and his balls erupted in fire by the ferocity of his mother’s kick. Patsy lowered her leg and watched her son’s reaction closely. She smiled as at first his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Then his eyes started to water and quiet, soft high-pitched wailing emanated from his open mouth. He slowly started to slump to the ground and as he fell he started to cry in earnest and whisper, “My balls, my balls.....ohhhhh my balls!” Jeff curled up in the fetal position as his mother watched. Patsy looked on, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and pride at how well she had kicked him. Jeff couldn’t believe the pain he was in and thought he would die from the pain. He could hear his mother chuckling to herself and he remembered that she thought this sort of thing was funny. Patsy waited by her son’s side for half an hour before the pain had gone down enough that he could crawl over to the bed and drag himself up to a sitting position.

“Was it everything you hoped for, son?” asked Patricia with the biggest shit-eatting grin he had ever seen.

“Ohhhh,” moaned Jeff softly as he rubbed his swollen nutsack, “I can’t believe you kicked me so hard. You’re my MOM!”

“Hey, don’t forget that you asked to be kicked instead of kneed! Now you can tell ME something. What does it feel like?”

“It’s like the worst pain I’ve ever felt. I wished I didn’t even have balls they hurt so bad! The pain was like all over and seemed to be mostly in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t hardly breathe and all I could do was cry. It hurt SOOOO bad!!!”

Patsy smiled, content with the answer. “I didn’t pop a ball, did I?” She tried but couldn’t conceal her smile. The thought of popping a guy's balls...even her son’s balls was very amusing to her.

“No, I think I’m gonna be alright.”

“You’ll be walking funny and talking funny for awhile though!”

Again mother and son laughed together.

“Thanks Mom!”

“You’re welcome, son!”

Suddenly they both heard the backdoor open and heard a pair of high heels come click-clacking across the wooden floors. Jeff looked up to see his sister, Jenny standing in the doorway smiling. She was looking down at her brother.

“What the fuck happened here? You look like you just been kicked in the balls!” said his sister with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

“Your brother DID just get kicked in the balls. I was showing him what it was like to be kicked.”

“All you had to di was ask ME, stupid,” said Jenny, “I would have GLADLY kicked you in the nutsack! What do you say? Are you up for seconds?” His sister kneed an imaginary man in the balls as they all laughed.

“I’ve got a great idea! Why don’t you also interview your sister! Then let her kick you too! This way you’ll be sure that it wasn’t just mom that can hurt your balls like that, but all women!”

Both women smiled down at Jeff and he smiled back. They both stood now in front of him and dangled their feet in his face, slowly lowering their feet down to his vulnerable crotch. Mom rested the ball of her bare foot on one nut, while his sister placed the toe of her high heel on the other ball.

“What do you say, Jeff? Double nut crunch?” asked his sister.

“Do you realize that if we slip, Jeff, we’ll completely pop and crush your balls?” said his mother between fits of laughter. “My son won’t be having any babies!”

“Well, Jeff, what do we do?”

Jeff looked up at the two smiling faces above him and smiled back, his face flushed in embarrassment. What would he do?

"Interviewing Sister"

By Caligula

Jeff sat there, looking up at his beautiful mother and older sister as their feet rested precariously on his ballsack. While his mother's sweet bare foot just rested easily on his crotch, his sister's high heel clad foot was definitely exerting pressure on his nut. Jenny's smile was just as innocent looking as his mother's, however, as they both toyed with the idea of busting his balls permanently. Then both set of feet were suddenly gone from between his legs.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom. Be back in a few," said Patricia. As Jeff's mother was about to turn and leave the room, she faked a kick at his nuts with her toes. Jeff flushed in embarrassment and drew in his breath sharply in surprise. Pat walked out, laughing.

Jenny was smiling also and stood before her brother with her hands on her hips and legs spread. "So Mom kicked you in the balls, huh? I bet that hurt like a motherfucker!"

Jeff and Jenny laughed together. "Yeah, she's a ballbuster alright!"

"So what's this about an interview, dumbass?" His sister said playfully.

Jeff's mind raced feverishly. Here was a chance to get kicked by his sister as well! Oh what a day!!! He quickly glanced at his sister's body in her tight mini-skirt and black heels. She was barefoot in those heels. "Well, it's a project for school on self-defense. See the camera there?" He indicated the video camera which was still rolling with a nod of his head. "I'm supposed to videotape a study on an aspect of self defense, and I picked attacks to the groin. Interested in helping your little brother pass gym class?"

Jenny tilted her head to the side, pondering whether or not helping her brother was worth it or not. "What do I get out of it?"

"You mean kicking your pain in the ass brother in the nuts isn't reward enough?"

Jenny laughed out loud. "You mean you REALLY will let me kick you in the balls if I do this?"

"Yeah...I mean it's purely for demonstration purposes but it will be great for the tape. And like Mom said, it will allow me to see if a kick in the balls from another woman hurts as much as her kicks. After all, the kick Mom gave me was the first time I've ever been kicked in the nuts."

Patricia walked back into the room and overheard what Jeff was saying. "Yeah, can you believe your little brother had never been hit in the balls before? But I fixed that!" Patricia waved her foot in her son's face and then playfully smashed her sole into his nose and scrunched it around. Jeff was hard again as this was another dream come true. He inhaled deeply the sweet aroma of his mother's foot and closed his eyes. He made a bold move and made biting motions with his teeth as if to take a chunk out of his mother's foot in retribution. It had the desired effect.

"Oh yeah...you wanna bite my foot. Let's see how you like THIS!" Then his mother forced her smooth foot deep into his mouth, wiggling her toes around inside. "That'll teach you to try and bite my toes. Taste good? Hahahahaha!!!"

Even though she meant to be sarcastic, his mother's feet DID taste good to him! They were like candy! He hated having to do it, but he had to pretend that the foot was absolutely putrid and pull his face away. "Yech!!!!" His sister was laughing hysterically.

"First kicked in the balls, and now gagged with a stinky foot!"

Jeff made another bold move. "I'd shut up sis, or I really WILL bite YOUR toes!"

Jenny kicked her shoe off her foot and almost kicked him in the head shoving her foot into his waiting, eager mouth. "If you thought Mom's foot tasted like crap, my foot REALLY tastes like shit! It's been cooped up in that shoe all day!" Jenny's foot definitely had more flavor than his mom's. More salty, yet still delicious. Again he pulled away in mock disgust.

"Okay okay! You both win! I would have to be the one guy in the world who's mom and sis are ball-busting bitches!"

Jenny slipped her shoe back on and both women took turns faking kicks to Jeff's nads. All three broke down in fits of laughter. "What the fuck, I'll do it!"

Jenny jumped onto her mother's bed and Patricia sat down next to her. Jenny's leg dangled over the side of the bed as she swung her foot to and fro. "Don't get to close to my foot, Jeff, or you might get kicked in the coolies sooner than you thought!"

Jeff blushed deeply as his mother and sister smiled wickedly, obviously enjoying his embarrassment. Jeff slowly rose to his feet and made a big deal of holding his hands between his legs and taking tiny baby steps towards the bed. He let out a lot of "ooohhhhs" and "aahhhs" and even a couple "oh my sore balls", much to the delight of the assembled females. He sat down and looked into his sister's sparkling eyes.

"Well, how did YOU learn about kicking balls?"

"Mom taught me, of course!"

Patricia fluttered her eyelashes and smiled innocently.

"She told me one day when I was about 12 that the best way to hurt a guy was to kick him where it counts. She said it would work on ANY guy...although she mentioned that you were specifically off limits. That all changes today though!" Jenny looked down hungrily at the bulge in her brother's pants. Her foot seemed to swing a little faster in anticipation of getting a go at some big nuts. "She gave me grapes to practice with...at first. She said if I could pop the grapes, that I could pop a guy's nuts since the balls were more fragile than the grapes. I started by standing on the grapes in shoes and barefoot, always pretending some guy's balls were trapped under my feet. Sometimes I even wished they were YOUR balls!"

Jeff blushed again and shifted uncomfortably, trying a bit unsuccessfully to hide his growing member. He wondered what it would be like to have his precious eggs trapped under his sister's feet.

"While it was a real gas to stomp down and crush the bal......uh...grapes with my feet, I started to get real curious how LITTLE pressure it might take to 'POP' a nut," said Jenny.

"Wait," said Pat. "Let's show him what we're talking about." Jeff's mom jumped off the bed and ran to the kitchen. She came back with a bowl of seedless grapes and sat next to her daughter, who by this time had kicked off her shoes. "Watch this...I bet you're gonna have nightmares tonight, Jeff!"

Mother and daughter each 'plucked' a grape from the bunch and inserted it between their sharp front teeth. Simultaneously both women slowly started to apply pressure with their teeth. The pseudo-balls started to compress and flatten out and then 'SQUICK'!!! The grapes exploded. Jeff let out a heavy wistful sigh at the sight of the two closest women in his life pretending to explode a pair of balls! Next the women held a grape between thumb and forefinger and started to gently rub the grape. "What the rubbing does is sort of tenderize the nut. As we rub, we apply just a bit more pressure every few seconds. Just the eensiest, teensiest bit of pressure. Then we keep rubbing and the nut meat slowly starts to gelatinize as far as we can tell." Jeff couldn't even see that there was pressure being put on the grapes. Just the constant rubbing. But lo and behold, with a loud 'SQUICK', the grapes both gave up their soft insides. Jenny continued, "This last one was the hardest to perfect, but will show you how little pressure it might take under the right circumstances, and with the right woman, to 'pop' a gonad!" Pat and Jenny now spread their toes and placed a grape in between their big toe and the one next to it. The girls lifted their feet off the bed and placed the soles in Jeff's face, making sure he could see what was about to happen. Jeff was hypnotized by the awesome spectacle before him. All he could do was imagine his own balls inserted in between those suckable toes, awaiting the ultimate punishment. He watched, envious of the grapes, as the gaps between the toes of his mother and sister slowly, and with great effort, started to close. He almost felt sorry for the grapes, as he could see them fight the inevitable. He thought it was rather ironic that they were seedless grapes. Then the grapes exploded and he had to fight the urge to lick the fresh grapejuice from the soles of his family members. When Pat and Jenny lowered their feet all they could see was Jeff's mouth hanging open and his blank stare, almost as if his mind was replaying over and over the cruelty he had just witnessed.

"What's the matter, Jeff?" Taunted Jenny, "Feeling sympathy pains?" Patricia and Jenny both chortled out some laughter. Jeff smiled as well.

"I guess I never realized how easy it would have been for either one of you to castrate me! Shit! I'm lucky I'm not a eunuch!" exclaimed Jeff.

"It's a wonder ALL men aren't eunuchs, with those funny things dangling between your legs," smirked Patricia.

"Well, there ARE more than a few eunuchs walking...or should I say LIMPING around out there thanks to me and Mom."

"Tell me about the first time you actually hit a guy down there."

"Well I was in gym class. We all wore those silly little uniforms with the tight shorts and sneakers with bobby socks. We were all doing situps, and my partner was a guy. I was on my back doing the exercises, while Jim, I think his name was, was holding my feet in position. So there I am, with my cute feet between his legs, right under his nutsack! He wasn't really even paying attention to me and so wasn't holding my legs very tightly. I of course took FULL advantage of the situation! I yelled out...'YOU PERVERT, DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!' and lifted my sneaker into his ballbag. It was so funny! All the girls were laughing while the guys just kind of stayed silent. The female gym teacher pulled the boy out of the class and he got detention for supposedly groping me. He never even touched me! Hahahahaha! Those were always the most fun...kicking the guys for no reason other than it was fun to do."

"I'd have to agree there," said Patsy, "the look on a guy's face after realizing he's just been ruined for no reason other than my wanting a good laugh is the best!"

Jeff grunted in shame and embarrassment, while the women laughed and wiggled their toes in his direction. "Well I know Mom has actually 'ruined', as she put it, many guys. How about you, sis? Have you ever destroyed a guy's chances of ever having kids?"

Jenny covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed in recollection and flexed her soles. "Have I ever, I believe I’ve neutered about a dozen boys!"

"Do you have any favourites?"

"Hmmm.....let me think." Jenny kept flexing her soles and wiggling her toes as her eyes were upturned in thought. Patricia waited eagerly for her daughter to come up with her favorite castration tale and to pass the time took a cheap shot with her bare heel at her son's nuts. Another centimeter closer and she actually would have made contact.

"Whoa are you lucky my leg was just a bit too short for me to reach!" Jeff had clenched his ass cheeks together in surprise and thought for sure his mother had busted him for the second time in two days. He let out a deep breath.

"Damn you're good, Mom. I'll definitely have to be more careful around here from now on!" Laughed Jeff. Pat and Jenny also laughed at his red face.

"I've got it!" Yelled Jenny.

Jeff jumped in surprise at his sister's cry and ended up bumping his groin into his mother's still outstretched foot. He overreacted to see what they would do. He bugged his eyes out and made an 'O' with his mouth. He let out an "Oooommpph!" and grabbed hold of his mother's foot, moving his thumbs up and down her sole as if being nice to her foot would prevent his further injury. His mother and sister both giggled like young school girls and his mother was obviously enjoying the attention her foot was receiving, even if it was due to her pretty ped injuring her son's most sacred and fragile orbs. "Mmmmmmmm.......that footrub feels good. I'll have to kick you in the balls more often!" laughed Patsy. Jeff giggled through his overexaggerated moans.

"As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted by your whimpering, Jeff! My favorite nut popping happened about three months ago. At the hospital where I work we had a mugging victim brought in and guess who it was, my cheating ex-boyfriend Bob. He really fucked me over when he cheated on me with my best friend, so I figured it was time for me to get even. He'll never cheat again! Well the doctors gave him a sedative to knock him out cause he was in alot of pain. What they didn't know was that I upped the dosage to make sure he was out of commission. So while the doctor was checking out his ears, eyes and throat, I slipped my hand up under the blanket. Bob was put into one of those hospital gowns so I had very easy access to his privates. I had to be quick so the doc wouldn't notice, but I also couldn't do anything to draw attention to my actions. So I took his right nut and used my rubbing technique. It took only a few seconds for the nut to pop. I heard it but the doctor was distracted enough that the sound didn't bother him. I slowly moved my hand to Bob's other love nugget and did the same. It popped a little louder and Bob made moaning noises even unconscious. It was great!"

"I remember you telling me about that! Poor Bob. Ha! He got what he deserved though," said Patricia.

"You mean you just casually popped both his balls? He can't have children? You actually CRUSHED them?" questioned Jeff. His voice was rising a bit, not out of outrage but excitement.

"You bet! Pop! and Pop!" He still doesn't know I'm the one that castrated him. He's talking in a higher pitch now I'm told." They all laughed together.

Jeff couldn't wait any longer. He was hard as a rock and that was almost as painful to him as the kick in the nuts his mother had given him just a short while earlier. "Well, let's get down to brass tacks, I guess. Will you please kick me in the balls now, sis?"

"Please, he says!" Mom and sis laughed heartily at his politeness. "You bet."

"Could you do it with your heels on? I want to see what that feels like."

"Ooohhhh....." teased Patricia, "he's getting REAL brave now. He was afraid to take a kick from me with MY shoes on."

"Well, Jeff, you're going to get your wish. Get down on your knees and spread your legs."

Jeff did as his sister commanded, all the while shivering in anticipation. He swallowed hard as his sister slipped her black patent leather heels onto her bare feet. She took up a position in front of him as Patricia picked up the video camera and came around the front to film the scene for posterity. Jenny tapped her brother's testicles with the toe of her shoe, making sure they were positioned correctly. She grinned the whole time. She took a couple steps back from her brother and then ran forward, kicking her closed pointy toe directly into the huge bulge that were his enormous egg-sized testicles.

"Direct hit!" yelled Patricia as her son started to fall over onto his side ,wailing like a banshee. Jenny was posing and flexing like a bodybuilder. She placed her foot on her brother's quivering side as he lay there crying and raised her arms in triumph. Patricia took up the stance as well and Jeff was once again beneath these two beautiful women's beautiful feet.

"Does it hurt bad, little brother?"

"Is everything intact, Jeff?" snickered his mother.

"Uh-huh," he managed to squeak out. The women took seats on the edge of the bed and continued to make funny jokes about Jeff's plight as he lay there for a very long time, trying to recover.

"Maybe you could get a permanent job singing in a girl's choir, Jeff."

"I hear they're always looking for good sopranos."

"Can't you hear what we're saying to you?"

"Maybe you kicked his nuts up into his ears!"

"I think we should try out for football, Mom."

"We've got the feet, but who's gonna supply the balls?"

This went on for a quarter of an hour with the ladies taunting Jeff in his embarrassed and painful state until he managed to get to his feet and sit on the bed with his mother and sister. His mind kept wandering back to the grapes between the toes of his lovely relatives' feet and figured this was his last chance to get them to hurt him. He definitely didn't want his balls to pop like the grapes did, but just to feel the squeezing power of their toes. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and as he started to speak noticed that his voice was noticeably higher pitched, much to the delight of Patsy and Jenny.

"Ummm.....is there one other thing we could try? Something I'm REALLY curious about."

"What's that, hon?" asked his mom.

"Well.....I feel a little funny asking this, but I keep wondering what it must feel like if you did to my balls what you did to those grapes with your toes. NOT TO THE POINT WHERE YOU ACTUALLY POP THEM, you understand," he hastily added. "But just squeezing my testicles with your toes."

"I'm up for it if you are, Mom."

His mother took a little more time to think about it. "Well, I guess, so. And don't worry, we'll stop long before it would get to the point where your nuts would actually pop."

"Yeah, don't worry. We've had a lot of practice and know how much pressure is safe, and how much pressure means 'bye bye balls'."

Jeff slowly removed his pants and then his underwear. He could tell by the looks on his mother's and sister's faces that they were indeed surprised by the enormous size of his testicles.

"Oh shit! They're as big as fucking eggs!" cried his sister.

"Damn, Jeff, what are those basketballs in your sack?" squealed his mother in delight.

Jeff blushed, yet was still proud. He swung around to face their feet and allowed each of them to pick a ball. Jenny was rougher and both women took their time in handling the king-sized jewels. Patricia and Jenny put their feet VERY close together and spread their toes. Pat gently wedged her son's ball into her toe cleavage, while Jenny just jammed the nut harshly into place, causing Jeff to wince.

"Here we go, " said Patricia. "The mother/daughter/son/brother nutcracker!"

Slowly, both women started to squish their toes together. It was slightly uncomfortable yet still very pleasant. Jeff reached out to touch the feet holding his nuts in their death grip. The pressure built up slowly causing Jeff more and more pain. He looked at the faces of his mom and sister and they were definitely enjoying what they were doing to his nutmeat. He then noticed that he was starting to get hard, something he hadn't expected. His mother noticed it as well and gave the nut trapped between HER a vicious squeeze, causing Jeff's member to wilt and Jeff to cry out in pain. He was still loving every minute of it though. Then Jeff made a fatal error.

"I think he's had enough, let's let him go."

"Alright, Mom."

Right before they were going to set his trapped nuts free, Jeff took one last opportunity to feel their soft soles. He gently, with a featherlike touch, ran his fingers up and down their soles, unintentionally tickling them. Patsy and Jenny squealed at Jeff's tickling, and unfortunately for Jeff, accidentally clamped their toes down on his nuts in an attempt to escape the tickling.

POP!

POP!

Jeff's balls exploded between their toes, and Jeff's whole world exploded in agony seconds later. He had just two seconds before the pain hit to stare into his family member's eyes in disbelief. They stared back, equally in shock, although Jenny seemed to have a slight smile forming on her face.

 Jeff made only hoarse gasping noises and then let out a continuous soft almost dog whistle like noise. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he fell off the bed onto the floor, his ruined nuts pulling free of the gorgeous feet that just ended his sex life. Pat and Jenny rose to stand either side of him.

"Damn, what do we do?" asked Patricia worriedly. "We just popped his balls!" Even though she felt badly, just saying what she just said caused her to snicker slightly. Jenny giggled too.

"Well it's been my experience at the hospital that if we get him there IMMEDIATELY, and I mean IMMEDIATELY, there's a VERY good chance they'll be able to repair the damage. But if we delay at all, most likely he's lost his balls for good!"

"Well let's hurry up then!"

The women were about to get the car keys and rush Jeff to the hospital when they caught sight of themselves in the mirror. "I can't leave the house looking like this!" exclaimed Patsy. "I'm a mess. I've gotta put some makeup on."

"But Mom, what about Jeff's balls?" Jeff squeaked a bit louder in agreement with his sister.

"Well.....we should have plenty of time, don't you think?"

"I don't know. If we don't leave in about 5 minutes they'll definitely have to cut the balls off." Jenny looked at herself in the mirror again. "Actually though, I did work up the tiniest of sweats kicking him in the nuts. Maybe I should take a shower."

Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't they care that it was their feet that had popped his nuggets, and now they were more worried about their looks than his impending castration?

"Now you're talking, Jenny. We'll both take showers." Patricia sat down at her make-up table facing away from Jeff as he lay almost in shock on the ground clutching his dead balls. "I'm sure his nuts will be fine. If not, maybe you can assist in the operation! I'm sure it would make Jeff feel better knowing his sister had helped to cut his balls off." She turned her head and smiled down sweetly at her son. "You understand, don't you Jeff? You wouldn't want your mom and sis to look all messy in front of those handsome doctors, now would you?"

Jeff could only whisper out, "My balls.....my balls.....my balls."

"I knew you'd understand. Now just give us about 30 minutes here and we'll get you right over to that hospital."

"Hey Mom, can we stop for a bite to eat on the way there?

"Sure, Jenny, we can get some McNuggets!"

Both women again laughed at yet another ball joke as Jeff lay there, knowing that his balls were gone forever, crushed by the beautiful feet of his mother and sister. His last sight before passing out was the view of the four soles of these very same women as they sat at the make-up table with their feet crossed under the chairs, wiggling their toes and laughing about balls.