Mother Short Stories

 Mother Short Stories

**Castrations**

Lazy Son, By Unknown

Betty was fuming. The kitchen was a mess from where her 19-year-old lazy son Rob and his friends had eaten - after stumbling home drunk at 3 in the morning. She slipped into a t-shirt and knee-length shorts and set about cleaning up, barefoot, feeling the dirt on the floor grind under her soles, making her angrier still.

She was not pleased. The kid didn't work, didn't go to school and only thought about partying. As she loaded up plastic bags of crap and hauled them out to the trashcans in the dirt driveway, she got more pissed especially hearing her son's snoring come from his room. It was 10 a.m.

She finished and was just sitting down on a kitchen stool for a cup of coffee, looking in disgust at the filthy soles of her feet, when he stumbled into the kitchen in his underwear.

"Robbie, the mess you left last night was inexcusable," she growled.

Robbie scratched his balls and Betty caught a glimpse of the tiny nub of his cock. He yawned.

"Yeah, and your point is?" he wisecracked, walking to the 'fridge and opening it to bend over to look inside. "About time you cleaned up this fucking shithole anyway. It's your job."

Betty snapped. She got up calmly and walked behind Robbie, who was still bent into the 'fridge, his legs spread slightly. Betty smiled and let fly with her right foot, connecting between his legs with a sickening thud, the instep crashing into his balls.

"OWWWWWW!" he screamed, pitching headfirst inside the 'fridge and knocking aside its contents.

He flipped to his back, legs still spread, and before he could clutch his wounded nuts in pain, Betty stomped him solidly with her foot into his nuts, this time with her sole, grinding it hard, her teeth clenched in anger, her face a mask of determination. Randy's eyes shot open in terror, his hands clutching the amazingly muscular calf of the foot that was destroying his balls.

"Young man, you WILL respect me and you WILL do what you are told," Betty growled, twisting her foot into his battered balls, delighting in the expression of fear on his face. "Now since my feet became so filthy cleaning up your mess, you will now clean my feet! With your tongue!!"

"F.....fuck.....you...." Robbie hissed with labored breath, a hint of defiance left in his voice.

Betty smiled and stepped off his nuts, leaving him to grovel on the floor in a ball, his hands in his crotch. She backed off and sat down, crossing her sexy legs, wagging a dirty foot toward her moaning son. He slowly recovered and stood, angry now that the pain was subsiding, and stormed toward his mother.

"Why you fucking BITCH!!!" he screamed.

Betty calmly stood and delivered a brutal upward thrust of her thigh into his balls as he approached her. HE screamed in pain and tried to slump to the floor, but she held him up in her strong arms - and slammed that thigh up into his nuts again and again, four times in all until he went totally limp in her arms.

"You were saying, young man?" she growled, turning to lean him against the kitchen counter and slam his nuts again, taking great delight in feeling them mash flat against the plank-like hardness of her toned thigh.

She flipped him up onto the counter now, a stand-alone affair in the middle of the kitchen, his legs spread before her, his head hanging off the other side, lolling back and forth in delirious pain and humiliation. She held his knees apart, sat in the kitchen stool and drove her head down hard, her forehead connecting with his balls, mashing them flatter still. He was weak from pain and couldn't even bring his legs together, so Betty rammed a hand into his underwear and brutally gripped his wounded package, squeezing it viciously until she felt the meat of his balls ooze between her fingers. She stood and leaned over him, using her other hand to grip his hair and bring his tear-stained face to within inches of his.

"I said you WILL suck these feet clean, boy, do you understand?" she hissed, her hot breath in his face. "Or do you want Mommy to squeeze her little boy's little balls until they fucking POP!!!"

For emphasis, she squeezed hard, and Robbie's body went stiff in pain, his eyes bugging open.

"Please...Mommy...stop...." He begged.

Betty laughed in his face and squeezed harder.

"Hmmm, what's this I feel next to those bird balls of yours, Robbie? Is that a Slim Jim in your pants or are you glad to see me!"

She let go and stood back, laughing as Robbie slumped to the floor in pain. Betty hopped up on the counter and sat, crosslegged, waving the top foot in his direction.

"Sit in that stood and lick my foot clean," she growled. "Do it now or you'll never see your balls again."

Robbie groaned and weakly sat in the chair, looking in disgust at his mother's filthy sole of her right foot.

"Suck," she said.

Robbie moaned and put his mouth up to her foot, kissing the grimy bottom. Betty was incensed and brought up her other foot alongside his head, scissoring his neck in her meaty, muscular calves, legs honed by years of running and working out and looking not at all as sexy and young as the legs of a 51-year-old woman should look. She locked her feet behind his head and crushed his neck in her calves.

"Did I say KISS my foot, Robbie?" she seethed, taking pleasure in watching his face turn beet red in the clamp of her muscular, slender calves. "No, I said SUCK my foot, SUCK it and tongue it until it's clean!"

She unscissored his neck and he slumped to the chair. She lifted her foot and this time he obeyed to the letter, attaching his mouth to her dirty sole and licking it clean, sucking the wrinkled, filthy skin of the bottom of Betty's sexy foot, running his mouth up and down, snaking his tongue over the skin and between her toes until it shone with his saliva and was sparkling clean.

"Good, good," Betty hissed. "Now the other one. Do it."

She lifted her left foot and Robbie, in tears now, suckled and licked and lapped at the filthy sole, swabbing it with his tongue, cleaning it thoroughly until his mouth, lips and chin were a dirty mess from the filth on her foot. Betty smiled and rotated her foot, feeling the muscle in her calf bulge and flex as Robbie held it to support her foot for the cleansing worship.

"Good job, Robbie," Betty smiled, dropping her foot to his shoulder and bringing up the other for a brief renewal of her calf-scissoring abuse, squeezing until he groaned. "Now if you'd only cleaned up last night, you wouldn't have to be going through this now. Maybe you'll learn."

She hopped off the counter and stood in the middle of the kitchen, Robbie slumped in the chair, his face filthy with the dirt from his mother's feet. She snapped her fingers at him.

"Robbie, lie down, on your back, here, at my feet," she ordered him.

"Mom, please...enough...stop..." he begged, eyes imploring her.

She smiled and walked to him - and brutally dropped the point of one knobby knee into his crotch, pinning his balls in his underwear to the seat of the chair, twisting horribly from side to side, grinding his nuts under her weight. She grabbed his hair in both hands and bent his head back, his screaming face inches from her glare.

"I said lie down on your back, at my feet!" she hissed, twisting his nuts harder under her knee. "What part don't you understand?"

She jumped back and Robbie fell like a dead man to his face on the kitchen floor, at Betty's feet. Using her foot, she flipped him to his back, and he lay,legs up and together, hands clenched between them.

"Now, let's see what you got, little boy," Betty hissed, using her feet to flatten him out on his back and leaning down to pull off his underwear, revealing the tiny nub of his cock and his very wounded balls. "Fuck me! That's ALL of it? You mean to tell me you satisfy your girlfriend with that thing? C'mon, let's see how big you can make it for me while Mommy racks your 'nads with her newly cleaned feet!!"

Robbie groaned in pain and humiliation as Betty stepped up onto his belly, then spreading her feet she stepped across his face with one and right onto his balls with the other. The sole of one foot ground down across his mouth and nearly covered his nose, making breathing a chore as she used the other to stand firmly on the flattened mess of his balls. His tiny cock stub stuck out on the side of her instep, rubbing against the silky smoothness of Betty's sexy foot.

"Use your hand, get hard, jack off for Mommy," she hissed, grinding both feet for emphasis. "I said get hard!!"

Robbie's hand trembled as he stroked his cock to life, using two fingers to wrap around the shaft and stroke it to its full length - of four inches. Betty spat in disgust.

"That's fucking amazing, that really is," she hissed, punching down hard with her foot on his balls until he spasmed in pain. "How can you satisfy your girlfriend Brenda with that puny prick? Christ, I have half a mind to send my boyfriend to her house...no, both of you come here and I'll have Peter fuck Brenda blind with that monster cock of his, and show you how to REALLY make a woman happy! Of course, he's hung like a horse and you, you pathetic excuse for a man, you're hung like a flea! You sicken me! Now jack it off, I wanna see if something that small can spurt!"

Robbie's eyes were wide open, streaking tears, and loaded with terror as he looked up the muscular calf above the foot in his mouth and felt the other mash his balls to paste and he frantically, desperately stroked his tiny cock. The head glistened with pre-cum and soon, his body stiffened in pre-orgasmic shuddering.

"Good, good....come for Mommy, come for Mommy's foot on your balls, come for Mommy's foot on your face..." Betty growled,hands on her slim hips for balance. "COME FOR MOMMY!!"

Robbie groaned from under his mom's foot and jacked hard, his cock twitching and exploding a huge, goopy load that shot a foot in the air, lacing Betty's shin and muscular calf with a thick strip of boy jizz, the rest landing with a sizzling splat on the foot crushing his balls. Betty groaned with pleasure, clenching her cunt muscles until she herself shuddered out a small but intense orgasm, the juice of it moistening her panties and staining the crotch of her shorts. She watched Robbie's hand fall away and felt the heat of his boy cum trickle down her muscular calf and hard shin, and looked at the puddle of his stuff all over the top of her foot.

She stepped down, off her son, and hopped back onto the stool, crossing her legs, the comey top foot glistening in the sunlight streaking through the kitchen windows. Robbie groaned and stood, pulling on his underwear, his head hanging in humiliation, tears dripping off his face to the kitchen floor.

"Where the FUCK do you think you're going?" she barked at him. "On your knees and suck this mess you made off my calf, my shin, my foot! NOW!"

Robbied balked. Betty shot out her clean foot into his balls and Robbie hit his knees before her. She grabbed his hair and mashed his moaning mouth onto her come-streaked shin.

"Lick and eat it," she growled.

Robbie cried and obeyed, slathering his mother's shin with his tongue, sucking up his soup. She used his hair as a steering wheel, forcing his sucking mouth to the supple flesh of her hard calf and down to her foot, making him ingest every sticky, hot ounce of the jizz he'd shot there moments before, twisting his head in her hand. She lifted it up to face her and smiled; it was a mess, covered in tears, her foot filth and his jism.

"Just so you won't forget," she growled, lifting him to his feet to stand before her.

Betty's eyes glared into Robbie's as her hand shot to his crotch and latched onto his balls through his underwear. He let out a high-pitched scream as Betty squeezed with an intensity she'd not yet shown, holding both nuts in the palm of her hand,her fingers closing around them.

"Listen for it...here it comes...AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed.

One then the other nut popped in their sacs, exploding in her grip, meaty implosions that they both heard and felt as she ruptured her son in her hands. She squeezed again and let go, and Robbie hit the floor hard, rolling into a ball, hands on his crotch trying to feel for life. There was none and he screamed again, a horrible, guttural sound. And then he passed out cold.

Betty laughed and walked toward her room for a quick shower to get ready for work, leaving her son on the floor. His nuts would recover, she knew. They had to. She wanted to do this again and again.

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Mom Conditions Son, By Unknown

Mary stepped in front of Brian and smiled saying. "You've been a naughty boy and you'll have to be punished." Without any further warning she swung her leg in a long arc and sent her foot crashing into his dangling balls. It was a direct hit and again Brian began to retch in pain. His mother only laughed at his agony.

"I've always wanted to smash your balls Brian." Mary smiled. "You know I really loved busting your fathers balls until he died two years ago. Well actually it has been five years because that was when I crushed his balls and there was no use kicking what wasn't there anymore after that. When your Aunt Anne called me and told me you had answered her ad well I could hardly wait for her to get you here all bound up so I could have some fun with you too."

"But mother how could you do this to me. Don't you love me?" Brian blubbered.

"Of course I love you son, but I love busting balls more. Don't you think I knew that you looked at the magazines I had in my drawer at home. I wanted you to find them and read them it was all part of my plan to condition you to want to have your balls kicked. I would have done this myself when you were younger but society frowns on mothers doing that to their sons. But now you're grown and freely chose to do this. So, I felt I should be able to benefit from the desire I instilled in you from birth." Mary explained.

Mary then leaned in close to her son and spoke softly in his ear as she fondled his sore hanging nuts. "You love your mother don't you, son?"

"Yes mother. Of course I do." Brian answered.

"And you want me to be happy don't you?" Mary continued.

"You know I do Mother." Brian agreed.

"Well then what I would really like you to do for me right now is say 'please Mother kick me in the balls". Can you do that for me dear?"

Nervously Brian looked into his mother's eyes as she not so gently started to squeeze is tender glands and said "Mother please kick me in the balls."

Mary kissed his cheek and hugged Brian and said, "You're such a good boy son." Then while she held him tight she rammed her knee cruelly up into his unprotected balls. Brian screamed in pain.

"Oh yes! Scream. I love it when you scream in pain." Mary gushed as she brought her knee up into his throbbing nuts again and again. Anne delighted in the agony of her tortured nephew. After five vicious knees to his balls Brian passed out and sagged in his bonds.

When Brian came to he was lying on the floor with his hands bound behind him. His swollen balls still ached terribly. The fact that his mother was prodding them with her heels did nothing to help this. He noticed, too, that his sixteen-year-old sister had also joined them and before he could ask what she was doing there his mother explained that they intended to use him to teach her how to bust balls.

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Becoming a Man, by Unknown

Aiden, mostly naked and nearly eighteen, was in bed, snoring softly. It was a cold December morning and the frost creeped, with long white fingers, across his bedroom window. But his sleep was abruptly interrupted by his sixteen year-old sister Samantha (whom everyone called Sam), coming in, sweeping aside his cream colored down comforter and planting her knee right into his groin. Aiden awoke with a groan. Aiden had big, fat balls and Sam never missed with her knee when she racked him because they were such an easy target.

"Time to wake up, big Bro," she said gleefully. "Mom's waiting down stairs. It's your eighteenth birthday and we're going to pop your nuts today! You'll be a real man once we're through with you. Trained to completely submit yourself to women!"

The naked teenage boy curled up to protect his nads, his hands buried between his legs, but Sam wasn't gonna let him go back to sleep. She snaked her hand between his thighs, grasped his cahones and pulled him out of bed by them.

"OK, OK. I'm coming, I'm coming," said Aiden with a slight grimace. He actually didn't mind having his privates manhandled, and he loved being submissive to his gorgeous mother and his pert sister. He dutifully followed his younger sister down the hall, down the carpeted stairs, through the living room and finally ending up in the kitchen. His mother was at the table in nothing but a pink bra and some silk panties. Sam let go of her hold on his nuts and let the ballbag hang while she slipped out of her bathrobe to stand, nearly naked in a white tee-shirt and some white panties. Both women had waxed their hooches the night before, and they were ready for their nut-slave to give them some sexual relief before he became a gelding.

Handsome Aiden stood there, in nothing but a white, ankle-high socks, and let Sam pull his arms behind him and slip on some handcuffs. Thusly secured Aiden kneeled before his sitting mother, and spread his knees. Sam was going to kick his balls from behind with her pink sock clad foot while Aiden gave his mother some deep pussy loving. Their mother, Tabitha, pulled Aiden's head into her cunt and forced him to start eating her out, while Sam stood behind her brother and began to wale on his cahones. WHAM WHAM WHAM. Each kick forced Aiden's whole face into his mother's moist snatch, and at times he could barely breath. His testicles were being brutalized as they often were, and over the years his tolerance for pain had increased. His mother's salty, slightly bitter flavor blossomed in his tongue, and Aiden began to suspect that both his mother and sister would have many orgasms, at his expense, of the next few hours. They were ready for it.

"Mmmm. There's a good boy," commented Tabitha. "You've certainly come a long way in your cunniliguist abilities, my son. Keep licking. Lick harder, and deeper. Mmmm. Excellent."

"Mom, I can't wait to crush the little turd's nuts! (WHAM). OUCH. That one hurt. Your stupid nuts are so hard, big brother. I think I'm gonna have to spear them with high heels. Otherwise your going to ruin my toes." Just for that she gave her brother an extra hard kick to his swaying sack. SPLAT, right in the nuts. Aiden mumbled a cry into his mother's pussy while she forced his face and nose further and further into her.

"I can't wait either. Mmmmm," said Tabitha. "Kick him harder, Sam. I'm getting close."

"OK." And kick his huevos harder she did. Her pink socked foot made its way with nut crushing force into his nuts. Punt after punt rammed home into his junk. Permanent damage wasn't a problem because they all knew Aiden would be a eunuch after today anyway, so what if his nuts began to leak? Harder and harder she kicked.

"Oh my god. That feels so good, Sam. Make the little punk spasm inside me. All most there, almost there and YES. SHIT that's good. Oh yeah!" Tabitha's whole body shuddered as the waves of pleasure ricocheted off her vagina and pulsed throughout her  whole body. Aiden, meanwhile was whimpering in the back of his throat while he lapped up his mother's juices. Tangy juices.

"Mom, now it's MY turn," said Sam impatiently.

"OK, OK. You can have a turn. Here let's have him stand, you can lie on the table Sam." They hauled the teenager, now nearly a man, to his feet while Sam removed her panties and lay on the table, her leg's spread. The two women forced Aiden's head to start servicing his younger sister, while Tabitha knelt between them, and began to punch and squeeze Aiden's fat jewels. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT when her fist into his manhood. While not as strong as a boxer or as deadly as a martial artist, Tabitha was never-the-less a good puncher, and she worked his two agates over whilst her son gave her daughter some top notch servicing. To Aiden, his sister tasted distinctly different than their mother. His sister had a smoother taste, less bitter and more acidic, and it made his taste buds sing heavenly praises to god's gift to man - women. By this time, Aiden was already rock hard. He LOVED giving pleasure to women, even if those women happened to be close relatives.

"Look dear," said Tabitha, "Your brother is getting aroused at servicing you. Maybe we should do something about that." Retrieving her cigarette from the ash tray, she held its tip to Aiden's cock-head, which began to sizzle from the heat.

"Mmmnnnth!" cried Aiden into his sister's pussy. That cigarette burn really hurt. The whole kitchen now smelled of sex and roasted penis. It was a heady combination. Tabitha took her lighter and held it underneath his ball bag until the pubic hair caught fire and lit his whole crotch up. What little hair he had disappeared in a flash of sizzling red flame and Aiden cried out again, a sort of muffled groan.

Meanwhile Sam was having the time of her life. Her older brother had an athletic tongue (as well as an athletic body) and exquisite control and stamina. He could do the whirlwind technique but to perfection, and the lightning bolts, the quickening, a precursor for her to orgasm, was starting in her groin. Just a few more minutes of his agony, and she'd have her first explosion of the day.

Tabitha had gone back to hitting and then squeezing the life out of his twin testicles. She pressed her thumb into them until her fingers turned white. The two glands were starting to swell from all the abuse and his scrotum was now an angry red. But nothing unusual for him. He'd received far worse in the past from the two women in his life, he was used to it.

Finally Sam did have her orgasm, a burst of physical pleasure engulfed her, just as her mother did a squeeze, pull and twist of Aiden's nuts to make him open wide and shriek inside of his sister. The muffled sound only made the two women hotter as they got of on his suffering, his pain, and his humiliation. Sam's body twitched and convulsed with pleasure. No boyfriend she would ever had was better at servicing her than her own brother. And what made it all the hotter was that she'd make sure he kept doing it to her long after he lost his nuts, despite the fact that he would no longer gain his own pleasure from it.

"Oh God, big brother. That was AWESOME." said Sam between deep breaths.

"You came? Good!" said Tabitha, "I think it's now time we string up the reject and softened up his balls for the big event."

"Sounds good," replied Sam. The two women affixed the boy to the door jam with some cuffs and fixtures that they'd had installed just for this purpose and then went upstairs to put on some high heeled shoes, as much to protect their toes as it was to keep warm. Clack clack clack as they came back down to stand in front of their boy. Aiden was extremely trim, handsome, sexy and muscled and they savored the sight before them - a pale, hairless, ripped male body just waiting to be worked over, his face all covered with sticky girl-cum. To start things about, Sam got close to him, letting her hot breath sear the side of his face, teasing him with the proximity of her breasts to his chest and then WHAM a solid knee right into his hanging testicles. SPLAT, another knee, Sam's bony kneecap threatened to rupture his nuts right then and there, but Tabitha had other ideas.

"Here," she said, backing up, "Let's take turns pasting his eggs."

Sam also backed up.

"I'll start," said Tabitha. She took aim and jammed the toe of her red Jimmy Choos straight into his nut sack. The hard toe split the sack and compressed the two delicate organs against his pubic bone. Oh, god it hurt, thought Aiden to himself. Then Sam lined up her black Michael Kors boots and WHAM, a straight kick to his cahones. Aiden's eggs were going to crack soon if they kept this up. WHAM SPLAT CRUNCH. Aiden's poor testicles were receiving an unceasing stream of percussive body parts to his groin, and there was nothing he could do about it. First the pain, then the humiliation.

"Do you like that, pussy-boy?" taunted his sister.

"No one would ever have sex with you anyway. It's better that your mother and sister take your manhood while it's still of some use," said his mother, her face one of determined cruelty

And all poor Aiden could do was groan. Loudly. The two women went at his nuts for almost an hour, taking small breaks to rest and rehydrate. They alternated kicks with knees and in one case a heel directly to his balls. Aiden cried out at this. The wicked six inch heel almost speared his little morsel of man-flesh right then and there. Only the fact that there was no hard surface behind him saved the ball from utter ruin.

Finally, after a good forty-five minutes of kicking, they let the boy hang there, drooling on himself, while they took a much needed break. Both of them had had multiple orgasms just from kicking their boy between the legs.

"What should we do next?" asked Sam.

"I know," replied Tabitha. She ran into the garage and found some sounds. Long, fat metal sounds. She returned with them. "Let's stick these in his cock and see if we can't make him cum. The cum will get trapped inside and he'll be in absolute agony."

"Awesome," said Sam. She took a few of the stainless steel rods, and with one hand stroking his fat eighteen year old cock, started to force a sound down into his urethra. One in, all the way. Then another, and then another. Then it was Tabitha's turn. She started stroking Aiden's dick and pushing her sounds in. One at a time, until not another one would go in. Then she spit on her hands to make them slick and really worked to jack Aiden off while Sam took one ball in each hand and squeezed the life out of his nuts.

In less than three minutes Aiden was shouting "SHIT SHIT SHIT" and his body tried to expel cum up the blocked pathway. Two of the sounds actually popped out of his body, surprising and impressing his tormentors, but the rest staid in, and all Aiden could do was whimper as his prostate swelled with unanticipated volume.

"Let's do that again!" exclaimed Sam.

"Why not? Maybe we can make his prostate EXPLODE. Wouldn't that be cool? We could ruin him on the inside as well as the outside."

"OK. But this time I get to squeeze his balls," said Tabitha.

"Fine."

Sam started to jack her brother off to make him hard again, and his poor burned cock head was going from light purple to dark purple with the effort to get aroused again.

Tabitha lightly punched Aiden's ball sack a few times, just to wake the boy up, and then grasped his whole scrotum with one hand and started to grate his rocks together. While she did that, Sam expertly massaged, jacked and thumbed Aiden's cock, its piss-slit foaming white with unreleased sperm.

"Come on, Aiden. Give mommy another juicy orgasm," said Tabitha as she cruelly squeezed his rocks. In his delirious state, Aiden wasn't sure if she meant him or her, but he was too preoccupied with the pain in his stomach and balls to inquire.

Faster and faster his sister jacked, harder and harder his mother squeezed, until after about six minutes felt the characteristic tingling in his toes and his whole body shuddered in another orgasm. This time two more sounds popped out, and the tip of his dick fizzed as semen tried desperately to escape its moist home. But it was not to be, and Aiden's poor prostate enlarged further making him ached like hell, in the pit of his bowels. The two females let Aiden hang. In misery.

"Now that he's had his fun, we can have ours. Sam, go get the stools." Sam nodded to her mom and went out back to get the three stools. One for each of them. They were bar stools with hard metal seats, and would be perfect for popping testicles on.

"Oh, and lets put on our newest shoes!" said Sam. "I'm gonna wear my Blahnicks for spearing and popping his egg."

Tabitha considered for a moment. "I think I'll just use my old Louboutin's. You know the silver ones. They're comfortable AND sexy. I need comfort if I'm going to cum when I pop this little dork's balls."

"Sounds great mom!" Sam went out to get the stools, and Tabitha let Aiden out of his constraints. He fell to the floor and started to wretch quietly while holding himself. If only women knew what agony ball-pain was. Mebbe they'd be more sympathetic to the "stronger" sex.

Aiden seemed like he wanted to get away from the situation, and with one hand nursing his nuts, the other was trying to pull himself to safety, but Tabitha would have non of that and reached over to grab his sack with her left hand.

"You're not going anywhere, Mister. It's time for you to grow up and be a real man. We're gonna make you a chaste eunuch so you can please us better." She pulled him to his feet by his testicles, and marched him into the kitchen again. Sam had brought in the stools and then run upstairs to get their second pair of shoes. She brought them down and both women slipped into their preferred stiletto's. Both women looked so sexy to Aiden, in nothing but frilly lace lingerie and vicious high heels. Tabitha re-cuffed his hands together behind his back and then made sure his ball sack and its two helpless nuts were resting on the hard metal surface of the seat.

The two women put Aiden on the middle stool and then got up on their own. They had already decided which nut they were going to rupture, Sam would get his rightie, Tabitha his leftie (since it was bigger and therefore should go the breadwinner). Sam started to finger herself while Tabitha had the gold plated dildo of her first husband who had presented her his coated cock on their third anniversary. One woman with sticky fingers fingering herself, the other pistoning a detached dick inside of her. Both ready to come for the fourth time that day.

Aiden looked up from his position on the stool. They were already putting lots of pressure on their chosen testicle, and he knew he only had seconds to retain his manhood, but he loved his mother and sister, so much, he just couldn't deny them anything.

"Make us pop your ghoolies, Aiden. Tell us how much you want this." Murmured Tabitha as she diddled herself. The testicle beneath her shoe was beginning to balloon out the sides. She smiled with pleasure at the doomed little organ.

"Yeah, you little ass-rat. Tell us how much you want us to spear and pop your precious ballsies." Sam was totally ready to burst his manhood and have a last, great orgasm at his expense.

"Urghhhh," said Aiden. "Oh, god, please don't. Please don't not my nuts. Please mom, sis, NO. Please don't. Fuck Fuck FUCK."

Aiden's babbling turned into a scream as first the left then the right ball imploded with stunning force, and each woman could feel their heels break through the tough outsides of their chosen ball. The heels penetrated them with a satisfying "CRUNCH" and poor little Aiden's nuts were nothing more than olives on a swizzle stick. Speared all the way through and now utterly useless. But it wasn't the end of his torture. Lost in their respective orgasms, the two ladies began to methodically pulp his nuts by stomping with their heels over and over and over again, until there was nothing left of his balls but a spermy mess. Little bits of orange goo all over their stilettos.

Aiden collapsed into unconsciousness.

"So he's a true man, now, hey maw?" said Sam.

"Of course he is. When he wakes up, he'll be our meek little servant boy. Ready to give us head at a moments notice, and no more pitiful masturbation or sex for him." Tabitha ran her hand over his sweaty brow. "It's always tough for a mother when her son grows up." Then Tabitha looked at her daughter. "Now all we have to do is something about that nasty dick of his."

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"Here's one of my favorite stories from Number2's site. I expanded the ending of the story and brought it to its logical conclusion, but otherwise left the story intact as per the original. Enjoy!"

n.

Paul’s Birthday, By popped_nuts

Paul awoke with a start. He franticly fumbled for his clock. Ten o'clock! He had overslept! He was supposed to be up making breakfast over two hours ago. He jumped out of bed in a panic. His mother would be furious. The last time he had overslept she had dragged him out of bed by his hair, yanked his shorts down and put him over her knee and proceeded to spank him like a small child. His sister Cindy had had some friends over for a slumber party and they stood in the doorway watching and giggling as his mother blistered his bare ass. Paul had made sure he never overslept again after that.

Until today. Paul stood in the middle of his room, his mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. He wasn't sure why his mother hadn't come to wake him up. He didn't dare imagine what she might do to punish him. His mother, Lisa, was an extreme feminist. She believed all men were inferior scum, even her own son. When she was young she had been artificially inseminated, hoping to have a daughter whom she could raise as a true feminist. Instead she had had Paul. Even when he was young she did not hide her disappointment and disgust with him. She tried again a year later and his sister Cindy was born. Paul was treated as a servant by his mother and sister. He had to pamper them and do all the work around the house. He wasn't allowed to have friends or to have any sort of social life. He had to stay home and serve his mother and sister. He knew his mother would be enraged that he had overslept so long. He just stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

Paul was startled out of his thoughts as his door flew open with a bang and his mother and sister walked into his room. He just stood there staring at them, frozen in shock, not knowing what they were going to do and not believing the way they were dressed. They both wore skintight black dresses. The dresses were so short almost all of their tightly toned legs were left uncovered. Both women wore identical stiletto heels. Even through the haze of shock and fear he noticed the outline of their nipples where the dresses cupped their firm breasts. They looked like twin blonde goddesses, right out of the pages of the porno mag he kept hidden in his desk drawer. He felt his cock start to stir between his legs. He didn't know what to do and so he just stood there dumbly, waiting. They both stood there smiling at him.

"So you’re finally up," his mother said, still smiling at him. "Normally, I'd be angry with you because you slept in, but not today. Today is a special day for you Paul, a very special day." Cindy started to giggle. Paul noticed she held a neatly wrapped present in her hands. "Today is your eighteenth birthday. Today you become a man and your sister and I have something very special planned for you."

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. "Happy birthday Paul," she whispered in his ear. She pulled back slightly to look him straight in the eyes and then she rammed he knee up into his crotch, lifting him up onto his toes with the force of it. He grunted in pain and stared at his mother in shock. She started to giggle at the look on his face. He could feel the pain in his nuts growing and his stomach started to tighten and clench up. He tried to double over and cradle his aching balls but Lisa held onto him tightly.

"Happy birthday son," she giggled and then pistoned her knee back into his balls two more times before she let him slump to the ground. Paul curled up into a ball, moaning in agony as he cupped his aching testicles. Both women stood over him, smiling down in amusement at his pain.

"Yes Paul, today you become a man, and I just won't stand to have a filthy man in my house. Your sister and I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Today, Cindy, Paul will learn the only pleasure a man can ever give a woman!" Lisa stopped and nudged her son with her toe. Paul just lay there moaning.

"He's still out of it, let's get him ready." Lisa took the present from Cindy and carefully unwrapped it. She opened the box and took out a pair of handcuffs. She pulled Paul's hands away from his groin and cuffed them behind his back.

Cindy grabbed her brother's boxer shorts and yanked them off. She broke out laughing at the sight of her brother's genitalia. "Oh my god, he's so puny!" She laughed as she flicked Paul's now shrunken dick. She grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently.

"Mmmm, you've got some nice, ripe berries here though Paul." She looked up at her brother and licked he lips. "Do you know what we're gonna do to your berries Paul? Mom and I are gonna crush your sweet little boy-berries!" She clamped her grip down on his nuts and yanked hard. Paul shrieked in pain and his body stiffened as his sister viciously squeezed his swollen, aching manhood. She relaxed her grip on his nuts leaving Paul sobbing in pain. "One berry for each of us, it's perfect!"

"Please stop. Don't. I'm sorry I overslept! It hurts so bad! I'll do anything! Please!" Paul begged.

Lisa reached out and slapped Paul across the face. "Be quiet!" she snapped. "All my life I've enjoyed busting men's balls. Ever since I was a young girl I've kicked and kneed and squeezed every filthy pair of testicles that I could. The thought that the very thing that makes them a man, their very sex, the disgusting things that they're so proud of and use to violate so many women could be used to cause them great pain. It just makes me so wet just thinking about it."

She started to rub her hand between her legs. "I've always fantasized about ruining a man, about crushing his manhood, destroying the very thing that makes him a man, but I never thought I would have the chance. That is, until your sister came up with this wonderful idea!" Cindy reached down and started to gently stoke Paul's penis. It started to stiffen despite the throbbing pain in his nuts.

"That's right big brother, it was my idea to pop your plums! For some reason it had never occurred to mom that she had a perfectly bustable set of balls right here in her own house. It makes me so hot that the first ball I get to crush is my very own brother's! Oh, and I just want you to know that this" she stopped stroking his dick and pulled a thick rubber band out of the box. She wrapped it tightly around the base of his erection. "This was my idea too. I don't know exactly what I'm gonna do with your little pecker, but I just couldn't see any reason to let you keep it. You know, it looks an awful lot like a tasty little sausage!" She snapped her teeth at him. Paul started to sob hysterically.

"I think it's about time we got down to the fun stuff," said Lisa as she stood up. Both women quickly stripped off their dresses. They stood over Paul completely naked, except for their high-heeled shoes.

Lisa poked her toe into her son's ball bag. "How about it Paul, are you ready to lose your manhood?" she asked and then quickly drew back her leg and slammed the pointy toe of her shoe into her son's nutsack.

Paul shrieked in pain and tried to draw his legs up to protect his battered orbs but his mother kicked his legs apart. "Now, now Paul, you've got to let your sister get a turn. Cindy, would you care to try for a field goal?"

"Well mom, it sure looks like a lot of fun! I'll give it a try." She stepped between her brother's legs. She brought her foot forward till her toe touched her brother's sack, taking careful aim. She drew her leg back. She snapped her foot forward but stopped just short of his balls. She lightly tapped his ballsack with her foot. "Gotcha didn't I?" she laughed. She grabbed her whimpering brother and hauled him to his feet. She pushed him onto his desk.

"You know brother; we're really doing you a favor. Think of all those lonely, frustrating nights you've spent up here, jerking off to some porno magazine. Well, when we're done with your nuts, you won't have to worry about that kind of hormonal frustration anymore. You should really be thanking us for getting rid of those pesky little testes of yours!" she giggled. She opened the drawer between his legs, letting his balls flop down inside. She pulled his porno mag out of the drawer.

"You really deserve to have your balls crushed just for having this disgusting, perverted trash." She tossed the magazine in the trash can. She grabbed the drawer handle and slammed it shut on his balls, smashing and trapping them inside. Paul let out a high pitched wail and reflexively tried to stand up, yanking painfully on his trapped testicles. He fell back to the desk, his whole body trembling from the pain. He could feel his balls swelling and throbbing inside the drawer.

"Don't pass out or I'll lock the drawer and let you hang by your balls!"

He was dimly aware of his mother moaning in ecstasy as she masturbated. "Open the drawer!" she panted. "I want to see if you've crushed anything!"

Cindy opened the drawer and let Paul slide to the ground. She grabbed his swelling, throbbing sack and rolled his nuts around between her fingers. "Nope, nothing popped yet!" she said as she flicked her brother’s sack with her finger, laughing as Paul's whole body twitched on impact.

"Get him up; I want to try out some kicks!" Lisa ordered as she extended her well-toned leg out, putting the pointy toe of her stilettos right in his face. Paul's eyes locked on sharp, pointed tip of her shoe. Cindy grabbed him and dragged him to his feet. Paul didn't even try to struggle; he just kept staring at his mother's muscular, toned legs, down to the point of her shoe. Lisa laughed as she slowly brought her leg up and tapped the bottom of her son’s sack with the tip of her shoe.

"What do you think Paul? Think I can spear one of your little ballsies with these? How much do you think it Paul hurt when your mommy bursts one of your berries with her sexy feet? Hmmm?" She slid her hand between her legs and started to finger her dripping wet cunt. "This is getting me so wet! Mmmmm, I think popping your nuts is gonna make me cum like never before Pauly!"

"I'll make you a deal Paul," his mother said "If you can take ten kicks from me without one of your nuts popping then I won't let your sister cut off your little "Pauly"! If you can't take ten kicks without one of your little balls exploding, Cindy gets to eat your scrambled eggs and boy sausage for breakfast."

Cindy reached around and started fondling her brother's dick. "Don't get your hopes up Paul, you're not keeping this. Mom's spent plenty of time in the gym perfecting her kicks; it won't even take her five kicks to pop one of your plums. Then I'm gonna juice one of your berries and after that, I'm gonna fry it all up in a pan. I'm not even gonna cut it off first, I'm gonna cook it and eat it while it's still hanging between your legs!"

"Are you ready Paul?" his mom asked as snapped off a few practice kicks. Watching the speed and power of his mother's kicks, Paul knew his nuts didn't stand a chance. He started to whimper and cry at the thought of having his manhood destroyed and eaten by his own family!

"Here comes the first one!" Lisa shouted as she snapped her first kick up between her son’s legs. The point of her shoe hit him right in the middle of his sack, pushing his orbs off the side before squishing them between the top of her foot and his pelvic bone. Paul squealed in pain and tried to double over in pain but his sister Cindy held him up.

"Damn it, I missed!"

"Take your time and aim properly." Cindy said as she jerked her brother upright. She kicked his legs farther apart to give her mom easy access.

Lisa took several slow, careful practice kicks, aiming the tip of her shoe right at her son's left nut. "OK, I've got the range now. Paul, kiss your ball goodbye!" and she snapped another powerful kick out into her son's groin. Paul watched this one as if it were in slow motion. Even through the pain he could tell her aim was dead on, even before she made contact. The point of Lisa's shoe hit his left nut dead center, smushing it back against his body, trapping it in place. The point dug in and the amazing force and pressure causing his nut to literally explode inside his sack. Lisa dropped to the ground, screaming in pleasure as wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Paul also dropped to the ground, a thin high pitched wail coming from his mouth.

Cindy started jumping up and down excitedly, clapping her hands as she laughed. "That was great! Two kicks! Mom, you popped his nut in two kicks! Paul, your little boy berries couldn't even take two kicks from mom's sexy legs! Now it's my turn!" Cindy sat on the ground next to her mother, who was still panting heavily. Paul was sitting right in front of them; legs spread wide open, his hands weakly covering his groin. He was letting out a slight squealing noise as he stared at the women in front of him in daze. Cindy reached over and moved his hands away from his balls. Paul didn't even try to resist. She took his one good nut in her hand and started to roll it around between her fingers.

"I'm gonna squish your ball like a grape! I'm gonna crush it with one hand while I get off with the other! Who'd of thought you'd ever actually give a woman this much pleasure little brother!" Cindy started to finger her soaking wet slit while she rolled her brother's nutmeat between her fingers. She slowly tightened her grip, continuing to roll and knead his plum in her hand as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel his ball swell and squish in her hand as it got closer and closer to bursting. And then it happened, his nut popped in her hand with a soft SQUICK, just like a ripe grape between her fingers. Cindy screamed in pleasure as she felt the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Paul stopped screaming and merely passed out. Both women lay there for a while, too exhausted to move. Then, after a while, Cindy got to her feet and pulled out a vial of smelling salts. The two women wanted Paul to stay awake for the full compliment of activities. Cindy held it under Paul's nose and the broken boy rocketed back to consciousness.

"Mom, I want my eggs to be scrambled when I cook them."

Lisa nodded. The two women stood over Paul's crotch and began slamming the points of their shoes into his bloated and distended ball sack. Over and over they kicked his mushy nuts, each time making a squelching noise, SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. Slowly his testicles were turned into a spermy goo and all Paul could do was writhe in abject pain as they did so. Eventually Lisa reached down to grope his sack, squishing around his liquidized balls, and found no chunks left. Then she walked into her bedroom for a moment and brought back with her a syringe. It was full of liquid Viagra. She injected it into the base of Paul's penis and watched as his erection sprang to life.

"Hey mom, lets jerk off the little squirt and make some sauce for our breakfast." Cindy licked her lips.

"OK. I bet it will hurt a lot when he cums."

"Let's find out!" Paul's penis was now extra big and stiff from the cocktail of drugs that had been injected, and was pulsing with life. Cindy began to stroke his member. At first slowly and then faster and faster, and just to cause further pain, she groped the mushy remains of his balls. Soon her fist was just a blur and in a short while Paul's dickhead swelled to a deep purple color and emitted a fountain of pearly white semen which she caught in a cup. All Paul could do is wail mournfully and cry. The pain in his groin was off the scale as his body tried to expel the last seed it would ever produce. His erection, however, did not subside.

"Time to get the testoid down into the kitchen," said Cindy. They hoisted the boy to his feet and dragged him down stairs to the kitchen where a pan with butter in it was waiting. They were going to fry up his fries and his boy sausage just as Cindy promised. While Lisa held him, Cindy turned on the stove to "high" and watched as the butter melted. Then when it was bubbling hot, Cindy got out a knife, and grasped Paul's bloated scrotum at its base and sliced it open, holding Paul's sack over the pan. Sperm and edema oozed out and began to cook in the butter, smelling like bacon. Then she pressed Paul's erection into the pan and flattened the rigid member with a spatula. His dick began to roast. Paul screamed. The pain was ridiculous. But Lisa prevented the boy from struggling, and with his hands still cuffed behind his back, there was little he could do to stop it.

Paul's penis began to fry and as it did so the blood in it coagulated, making his dick solid, cooked meat. The cock became a angry red and soon it was thoroughly cooked through. Cindy cut it off at the base and let it fall into the pan with his fried eggs. They lowered the comatose boy to the linoleum floor, added the semen sauce, and served up the delicious breakfast they had prepared. The two women sat down at the table and with one hand diddling themselves and the other eating Paul's manhood, they both managed to climax three more times, each.

"Well, now what are we going to do?" ask Cindy as she popped Paul's whole dickhead into her mouth and chewed. "We've used up our only male."

"Never fear. Remember how I invited your cousin Thomas over for the weekend? I happen to know he's very well endowed. He should provide us with a lovely Sunday brunch."

Both women laughed at this, and cruelly finished their breakfast.

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Mom pops balls, by Unknown

Megan was at her wits end with her son, he was lazy and rude to her constantly and never even considered helping out around the house, he spent most of his days up in his room playing his games, he would leave his dinner plates outside the door and just threw his laundry into the kitchen in a random pile all at once expecting his mother to clean it for him, Megan didn't know how to motivate her son any more if his father was still around he would probably have hit him with a belt to whip him into shape like his dad did to him but every time she considered doing that she remembered she was only 5' and her son was nearly 6'4” now, she didn't have much of a chance when it came to disciplining her son.

Eventually she was sick of it and confined in her close friend asking them what they would do in this situation since her son used to be the same way till roughly a year ago, since then he had made a total turn around got a job, helped out around the house so much she barely even had to lift a finger now, he was even considering moving out though his mum wanted him to stay home so she could keep a eye on him for a little while longer not wanting him slipping into old habits.

“Oh dear I used to have the same problem with my kid till I read this amazing book I have to lend it to you some time.” Julie was a tall woman with long brunette hair that ran over her shoulders down her cleavage, she was a little wide framed but her wide hips just accentuated her hourglass frame and wide rear, she was stretched out laying back on the couch sipping her wine like the both of them had done since there college days though back then there drink of choice was less fruity and had far more kick.

“Is it a parenting book I think I read damn near everyone of those when I was pregnant with him, unless it came out in the last few years I dont think its going to help much. “ Megan had short red curly hair that just reached her shoulder blades, during college people used to say she was full of fire and energy the way she was at parties but seemed kids had calmed most of that energy she had, her frame was smaller then her friend Julie's it was no wonder she felt anxious about disciplining her son.

“Oh god no those parenting books wont teach you a thing dear they all say the same thing 'give him space' 'try to make it seem like his idea' or 'why not reach a compromise' fuck that, boys like are sons need a firm hand or as the book put it a firm foot~ kick them into shape was the book. “

The two woman had spent the night talking back and forth about the contents of the book at first Megan was disgusted and appalled that her friend had done what that book suggested to her son, though as the wine flowed and the night went on her feelings towards the topic began to change, by the end she was actually fully onboard with this idea to punish her son for his recent behaviour, Julie agreed to help her set up and come along to make sure she was safe since Megan seemed to still be anxious about the while idea.

Plan in motion.

Megan and Julie had considered a few different ways they could get her son into this whole situation but most seemed dangerous or just too risky to pull off with the two of them especially since Megan didn't seem capable of helping pin or wrestle her son to the ground, they eventually landed on sleeping pills in her sons food they ground up some strong pain killers into her sons food and just waited for him to come down and pick up his food like the ungrateful little pig he was, Megan's heart felt like a jack hammer in her chest as she heard her son's bedroom door open and close up stairs and listening to his footsteps going down then up the stairs it felt like a eternity waiting, they had agreed on waiting 20 minutes before going to grab her son and drag him down stairs the seconds felt like days as she watched the clock chewing her nails, Julie was more relaxed currently scurrying around the living room setting up ropes giving them tugs to make sure they were secured properly.

The time had finally come Megan almost had a heart attack when Julie's phone started to ring, it was just the alarm to remind them when it would be safe to go grab her son, they gingerly made there way up the stairs trying not to make too much noise as they peeked over the edge of the stairs and check if Joe was asleep yet, Megan let out a relieved sigh climbing to the top signalling that it was safe for Julie to follow her up, both woman pinched there noses stepping into the boys room the floor thick with old cloths, used tissues and a few dirty magazines Megan would rather not have seen not wanting to know what her son was masturbating to, they took a end each one holding his wrists while the other got his ankles, the trip down the stairs wasn't a easy one Megan nearly dropped her son a few times hitting his head against the wooden stairs Megan seemed a little concerned she might hurt him but Julie just giggled every time Joe's head smacked against the stairs.

Joe began coming to right around the time both Julie and Megan had tugged off his boxers, he tried to shout though all that came out where muffled sounds, he sucked in air hoping if he shouted louder but the rancid stench of sweat filled his lungs, he looked around trying to make sense of everything that had happened to him while he was asleep, looking down his sight was mostly blocked by one of Julie's high heels that she duct taped onto the boys face, his arms and legs had been secured to ropes that stretched him out like a star fish on the floor, he screamed at Julie spotted her teaching a seat down behind him pulling a chair up so she could rub her stocking covered toes over the boys eyes trying to block him from seeing.

“ God such a pathetic little boy... well I know your not little but fuck that thing you call a cock! No wonder your bedroom is full of cum tissues, no girl would even go near that thing down there, hell id be surprised if they could even find it! Joe I hope you have a good tongue cause that's honestly the only way you will ever! Get a girlfriend.” Julie smirked down at Joe enjoying this seat of power above the boy, rubbing her sweat soaked stockings over his face.

“ Julie! Don't you think that's going a little far I mean... its not … okay I cant even lie baby, that clitty is sort of sad, like your dad wasn't massive but shit compared to you his dick was born for porn, like I think iv seen actual clit's bigger then that tiny thing I know this is wrong for your mom to say but sweetie I honestly hope it gets bigger then its hard. “ Megan took a small pleasure in this berating her son, it felt wrong to enjoy this but her son had been such a nightmare for years now it felt like justice, like she finally got that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

“ You like the taste of those socks in your mouth little Joey~? Go on breath it in. “ She nodded to Megan it took a few seconds before that sharp pain short through Joe's entire body, it felt like his nuts had been pushed back up into his body the only thing he could hear drowning out his muffled screams was Julie and Megan laughing loudly watching Joe try to shake and pull the rope loose. “ Taste that sweat~? Smell that ripe foot scent ? … wait are you getting a hard on! Holy fuck that's disgusting! Getting turned on by your own mom's feet! Yeah you heard that right you little shit, there your mom's gym socks you sick little freak. “ Julie pushed her foot under Joe's head forcing him to look up enough to see his mom wiggling her bare feet at him before she stomped her weight down on his nuts.

Every hit, kick and stomp felt like hell the woman took there time occasionally Joe could feel his mothers toes touching his cock, it almost made him forget the throbbing in his balls but every time his cock twitched from excitement it felt like needles were being stabbed into his balls. “ Oh my god look at it! Its so small I can actually fit it between my toe's I wish we could take some pictures of this, no one is going to believe us when we say my son is only three inches, this might actually be the smallest cock iv ever seen, you remember me in college Julie I was a massive~ slut and really if a guy took this out of his pants, I think it would be too sad for even a pity fuck id actually feel bad touching this.”

Julie stood up prodding at Joe's balls with her toes feeling them over rolling them around on the hard wood floors. “ God you really did a number on these, there like twice the size and there might actually be some tearing inside, we should probably stop now it looks like he learned his lesson and if you do any more they might not be save able. “ Julie looked up at Joe's face it was covered in tears his eyes practically rolled back from pain, spit running down his cheeks from screaming into the gag so much, his ankles and wrists were red from rope chaffing from all the thrashing he had done of the course of the night. “ Right Joe~ you learned your lesson didn't you, your going to help out around the house~ get a job and do anything your mommy wants from you from now on, cause if you don't you know exactly what is going to happen. “ Joe nodded faintly causing Julie to grab his balls digging her nails in, causing Joe to shake his head rapidly screaming into the gag as her nails were on the brink of breaking the skin, Julie reached to start undoing the ropes.

“ No! I'm not done with him yet, keep him tied up I don't want this being some band-aid fix over his little behaviour problem, I'm going to fix his little tendencies permanently. “ Megan smiled down at her son walking down his body instead of the floor letting her entire weight press on his chest.

“ Wait Megan what do you mean your going to fix it permanently how do you plan on doing that. “ Julie started to stand up looking over at Joe shooting him a disgusted look at him trying to peek at his mothers ass as she walked over his body. “ God your son's sick, boys with cocks his size shouldn't even look at girls its just getting there hopes up for something they will never~ experience. “

Megan stopped placing her toes on her sons balls slowly rolling her weight onto them. “ Well how do you fix a dog~? They get rid of the source of all those nasty hormones don't they ? “ Megan placed her other foot on her sons other ball, Julie could barely believe what she was seeing her once shy friend was placing her entire weight on her sons balls, she barely even looked at the boy tied up a 19 year old reduced to a screaming terrified heap, Megan started to count down taking Julie's hands bending her knees slightly like she was getting ready to jump.

“ 3~ ….. 2~.... 1. “ Joe barely heard the one before he heard a loud thump, he was frozen in pain before it finally hit him his brain overloaded from the shock of having his balls crushed under his, his eyes started to go hazy the last thing he remembered seeing was his mother leaning in to kiss Julie, Julie winking at Joe before she started to grope his mother disappearing into that black hazy.

Clara and Sara, by The Overfiend

"Since the story thread's been inactive for a while, I figured I'd follow the trend of some others and post the story that I wrote for Caligula. I wouldn't normally write about familial bb, but Caligula's stories are well worth the work. Just a warning for those who like those sort of things: this story contains castration. Comments are always welcome."

Brandon cringed as he heard the downstairs door swing open and the sounds of his mother and aunt's conversation drift upwards into his room. They had returned from their Wednesday night self-defense class, which meant that his suffering was about to begin.

It all had started almost two months ago. Brandon was making himself something to eat in the kitchen while his mother and aunt spoke at the table. Brandon's mother, Clara, was only sixteen years old when she conceived him. Now it was Brandon who was sixteen and his mom was thirty-three. She was about 5'8" with long red hair that hung to about the middle of her back. Clara had always been active in sports, and thus had maintained a strong, athletic figure. The constant activity had kept her looking young, and though in her thirties she was seldom assumed to be past her early-twenties.

Brandon's aunt, Sarah, was a young Asian woman not much older than himself. Clara's younger brother had met her his first year in college and by fall the next year, they were married. Sarah was 20 years old, remarkably slim, and only 5'5". She wore her hair cut short, almost like a boy's, but there was no mistaking her femininity. She had begun self-defense classes at Clara's suggestion in an effort to become closer to her new sister-in-law.

"I'm not saying that sparring isn't an effective exercise," Brandon had overheard his mom saying, "but with all the padding, how do we know that what we're doing will really work?"

"I'm sure the instructor knows what he's teaching, Clara," Sarah had replied. "Besides, what do you have to worry about? He said that you have some of the most vicious kicks he's ever seen in a beginner."

Clara smiled and swung her leg lazily from her sitting position. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that. But how do we know if we're really able to defend ourselves? I mean, what if some guy attacked us in the parking lot or something? He hasn't even taught us to how to attack the groin area yet. We always concentrate on the body for the most part."

"I was kind of curious about that, myself," Sarah replied. "Besides, I've kinda wanted to perform some groin kicks just to see how effective they'd be now that I've learned some technique."

"I know what you mean. Why, I'll bet by now my kicks are strong enough to destroy any man stupid enough to attack me. Just a kick and a SPLAT!"

"But you'd have to be able to get a kick in," Brandon interjected as he set his sandwich down on the table, "and that's one chance that most men are just not going to give you in a fight."

"Oh, I don't know, Brandon," his mother had said, "I'd imagine I'd be able to take you down in a fight." Brandon scoffed.

"Cocky, aren't you?" his mom asked.

"It's not that, mom. It's just that the thought of you being able to beat me in a fight is so laughable. I mean, really, even with a groin kick, do you honestly think you could fell me?"

"Your overconfidence is a weakness, Brandon. Since you're so tough, I'll make you a deal: if you let your aunt and I practice our moves on you once a week, I'll up your allowance by $20 a week. All you have to do is spar with us one hour every Wednesday night. Deal?"

Brandon had definitely had his doubts, but he couldn't resist such a substantial increase in his allowance. Besides, what damage could his mother and small aunt possibly do? "Deal", he replied.

In the two months since, he had come to regard that decision as, "the greatest mistake he had ever made". It had started out fairly enough. Brandon was allowed to defend himself against their attacks, and the fights were fair. The only rule was that he could not wear pads. After the first week he thought he had made himself quite a sweet agreement. However, as the sessions progressed the two women concentrated more and more on his groin and changed the rules so he was less able to defend himself. It had finally reached the point where he was nothing more than a practice dummy with a pair of testicles, and the women had come to treat Wednesday night more and more like a game than an exercise, seeing who could hurt his balls the worst during their sessions.

"Brandon! We're home!" his mom called upstairs. "Get your balls down here, now! It's practice time!"

Brandon gritted his teeth and started his way down stairs. He noticed that both women were still dressed in their karate attire: bare feet, white gi, and all. As his face came into view, Sarah said, "Ah! There you are Brandon! If I didn't know better, I'd almost swear you weren't looking forward to our little appointment."

"Come here, Brandon honey," his mom called sweetly. "I won the coin toss today, so I get to go first!" Brandon slowly began to approach and Sarah pinned his arms behind his back.

"Hey!" he protested. "What's the idea?"

"Don't worry about it, Brandon," Clara said. "It's just so you don't block yourself when I do THIS!"

On the word, "this," she swung her bare foot forward and into her son's balls. Brandon grunted and tried to double over, but Sarah held him upright. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Her foot flew into his groin three more times with lightning fast speed. Brandon wanted to scream, but his voice was held fast in his throat.

"Well, I'm convinced that would take down my son," she said, "but as we both know, he usually goes down after only one measly little kick. What if I were fighting a real man? I don't know if that would be enough to make him fall. I'd better practice now with what I have just in case someday I have to fight someone who's not a total pussy."

With that she kneeled down in front of her son and released a rapid flurry of punches into his unprotected testicles, using his scrotum like a punching bag. She kept up her merciless pace for almost a full minute before she stopped to catch her breath. Sarah let Brandon slump to the ground to clutch himself.

"What do you think Sarah? Do you think that would work on a real man?"

"Hmm…probably," Sarah replied, "but I don't know how long it would keep him down. Once you've got him there, you want to keep him that way, so you've got to keep going at him. Don't quit, or he still might get you."

"Why don't you show me what you mean?"

"Alright. Pick the little prick up and I'll demonstrate." Clara grabbed Brandon under the arms and hauled him, crying, to his feet.

"Mom, please…" Brandon protested between breaths, "I can't…just give me a little…more time to…"

"Nonsense, honey," Clara replied. "We're paying you for your time, so we're going to get our money's worth. Besides, after two months I figured you'd be more accustomed this getting kicked in your balls than this. Honestly, after every kick you crumple to the floor and waste both Sarah and I's time. Frankly, it's really annoying and I for one am beginning to feel gypped. We give you a whole week to recover, the least you give us is the hour you promised."

"But mom…” Brandon's sentence was cut off abruptly by Sarah's knee erupting into his already sore groin. Clara held him fast and Brandon clenched his teeth tightly, trying to make the pain go away. Sarah kneed him again, giving instructions between her attacks.

"See Clara?" WHAM! "This" WHAM! "is how" WHAM! "you take care" WHAM! WHAM! "of an attacker!" WHAM! "As long as you have him by his shoulders" WHAM! WHAM! "and your knee between his legs" WHAM! WHAM! "he's going to have a hard time" WHAM! "doing anything else but take" WHAM! "what you give him!" WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

During her vicious assault on poor Brandon's testicles, Sarah's gi began to come loose and it wasn't long before one side was totally undone, exposing her left breast to the air. When she finally stepped back to admire the damage she had done, she realized what had happened. Although she knew that it was unlikely Brandon had seen anything through his haze of pain, she still decided to take advantage of the situation. Leaving the gi open, she looked Brandon coldly in his eyes, which were feeding a steady stream of tears down his face.

"I hope you got a good look, boy, because you're going to pay for it…in PAIN!" With that, she seized his balls with both hands through his jeans and bore down as hard as she could. Suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of Brandon's screams, as his world became nothing but agony. Sarah gritted her teeth as she struggled to close her fists together and her knuckles began to turn white from the effort. Brandon was sure he was about to loose his masculinity when his aunt finally let go of his bruised testicles. She paced in front of him, flexing her hands, trying to loosen out the joints in her fingers. Clara let Brandon go, tired from holding his full weight. Brandon just curled up of the floor, cradling his balls in his hand in a futile attempt to relieve some of the pain.

"Wow! That was amazing!" Clara commented. "That was just… cruel! I loved it!"

"I guess I did lose it a little bit, didn't I?" Clara asked as she retied the string on her gi shirt.

"Nah. As long as we're paying for it, we should be allowed to do whatever we want to." She addressed Brandon, "shouldn't we, Brandon". Brandon only moaned.

"I guess I can't really blame him for being out of commission after that," Clara said. "But, it still doesn't change the fact that he's resting on our time, does it? Do me a favor, Sarah, and get him up. It's my turn again." Sarah walked over to Brandon and literally drug him upright. He was no longer able to support himself.

"You think it's now bad, you little pervert, just wait until I get my turn with you again," she whispered in his ear.

"Let's see…how should I do it this time, Sarah?" Brandon's mom asked.

"Why not use some more of your 'killer kicks'?" Sarah suggested.

"Sounds like as good an idea as any." Clara kissed her son on the cheek and positioned herself in front of him. She screamed loudly and released a fierce full-force snap kick into his balls. Brandon shuddered but Sarah still managed to hold him. Clara pivoted on her foot and fired two side kicks into her swollen targets, her heel smashing them nicely into his body. Once more she swiveled and Brandon's balls received five of her hardest roundhouse kicks.

Clara began to walk to the other side of the room and Brandon began to feel a little relief, thinking it was finally over. His eyes grew wide, however, when she suddenly began to charge towards him. When she grew near enough, she drew her leg back and kicked her son between the legs the way one would punt a football. She put every ounce of her strength into the kick, which sent both Brandon and Sarah stumbling backwards, landing together in a tangled heap. Sarah struggled out from under Brandon's tortured body.

"Now that's what I call a kick!" she exclaimed, awed at the force Clara had summoned. "You think I should check him? It's possible you popped one of his nuts with that one."

Clara waved a dismissive hand in Brandon's direction. "Do whatever you want to, Sarah. It's your turn."

"Yeah, if I can get the little pussy up off the floor, that is. Honestly, with a week to recover and prepare, you think he'd be able to take a few little kicks to the balls." Sarah walked over and rolled Brandon onto his back with her foot.

"I'm going to check and see if your mom popped one of you little balls, Brandon," she said. "However, if she didn't, you're going to be in big trouble from me for not standing up for me. It's my turn after all, and a lady hates to be kept waiting." Sarah unfastened Brandon's pants and pulled them off of him to observe the damage. Brandon wanted to protest, but he had learned early in the game not argue with his aunt on anything. She was capable of some absolutely evil acts if she was angered, and with her still mad at him for seeing her breast, he wasn't about to press his lucks. She prodded his scrotum with a disinterested foot.

"Doesn't look like anything's broken, but I'm really sorry for you, Brandon. If this is how big your balls are swollen, they must be practically non-existent when they're normal. It's amazing we've hurt you at all when we're aiming for such tiny targets. And this dick…tsk tsk. I think your mom would have done you a favor by castrating you. You won't be able to get any use from this pathetic little thing, anyway." Sarah turned her attention to her sister-in-law. "You know, Clara, I think we should keep his pants off. At least then we might have a chance of hitting these little things." She flicked a finger at Brandon's left testicle, causing him to scream. "Besides, he got to see me…I think it's only fair."

"That's fine with me," Clara replied. "One good look deserves another."

Sarah shrugged off her uniform top and once more whispered in his ear, "I figure I'll give you a good look, because with what I'm about to do to you, you'll be lucky if any girl ever lets you see her tits again. I hope you got some use out of this little thing while you had it," she jerked roughly at his dick, "because I'm going to make sure you won't be able to after today. I've wanted to do this ever since we started playing this game." She thought for a moment. "Tell you what…I'll give you a chance. If you can stand up, I'll give you a chance to keep your balls. Otherwise, I'm going to pulp the little buggers."

Brandon struggled and writhed on the floor, livid with concern for his manhood, but his legs refused to support his weight. His mother's last kick had weakened him too much.

"Poor Brandon. I always knew you were a pussy, but I never imagined you wouldn't even be able to stand up when your balls were on the line." She spoke at a volume Clara could hear. "I guess I'll just have to do my dirty work here on the floor." Brandon began to sob and protest, but his words were still choked back by pain. Sarah seized his scrotum in her left hand and bundled the testicles so they were tightly packed outside her fist. She then raised her right hand and brought it down with all her force on his vulnerable balls.

Brandon arched his back and tried to yell, but before the sound could even escape his mouth, Sarah brought her fist down again. She continued her merciless attack on her victim's bound testicles over and over again, her breasts swinging freely in the open, but Brandon in too much agony to even think of enjoying the sight. Twenty times. Thirty times. Forty times. Finally, on her forty-seventh punch, she heard a pop and felt something give under her fist. Brandon didn't scream. He didn't cry. He just passed out.

"Oh my," Sarah feigned concern. "I…I think I broke him"

"Really?" Clara asked interestedly. "Let me see." Sarah released Brandon's scrotum, and both women clearly saw that the left testicle was swollen to a much greater size than the right. When the women went to feel it, they found that it was nothing more than a formless mass.

"Hmm. I guess you did bust one of his nuts, didn't you now?" Clara observed.

"You mean you're not upset?" Sarah asked, a bit surprised.

"Not at all. After the first month, I began to accept the fact that this would probably happen. In fact, I was kind of looking forward to popping one myself. Of course, I always figured it would be a little further down the road. However, now that it's been done, I guess I should take my turn." She paused. "Was it as fun as it looked?"

"Better," Sarah grinned evilly. "Plus, it made me wet as hell, too. Mind if I use your bathroom to masturbate?"

"Go for it," Clara said. "But be back soon. You don't want to miss the show, do you?" Both women laughed.

Brandon awoke to an unbearable amount of pain rising from his scrotum and his eyes instantly flooded over. He felt a solid kick to his remaining ball and the vestiges of what used to be its twin and cried out.

"Oh damn it! He's awake!" Sarah slammed her foot once more into his scrotum from the frustration of losing her fun. "I want to thank you, Brandon, for sacrificing your ball for me. I had the most intense orgasm of my life from the thrill I got in robbing you of your manhood. Not that you'll be able to have one yourself after you mom gets finished with you."

"Mom?" Brandon asked meekly.

"That's right, sweetie. I saw how much fun Sarah here had, and decided I just had to try it for myself. You could hear her cumming all the way down here, not once but four times, mind you. You do want mommy to happy, don't you?"

"Yes, mom, but please…don't do this! I need my testicles…"

"Testicle," Sarah corrected.

"...for when I get married. Don't you want to have grandkids, mom?"

"Not particularly, baby. Besides, I always wanted a daughter anyway. I hope you saved you money from our sessions, because you're going to need it to put towards the sex change operation you're going to want to have when I'm finished. Oh, by the way, since after this we won't be able to have our little sessions after today, I'm going to have to take back the raise in your allowance."

"But mom, I AHHHH!!!" Brandon screamed as his mother slammed her foot down onto her son's naked testicles. She ground her heel into them as if putting out a cigarette on the floor.

"Damn, for someone who couldn't take a simple kick to the balls, yours are still remarkably hard to pop, Brandon. Or should I call you Brandy now?" She placed all her weight on her one foot and began to bounce up and down. Brandon shrieked as his ball was flattened, but it still refused to burst. Finally, Clara began to jump high into the air, landing with her full weight on her son's right nut. It didn't take long before his testicle finally gave way and Clara fell to the ground shivering in orgasm. Brandon curled up on the floor and held what used to be his masculinity, wishing he could pass out again.

Sarah helped Clara to her feet. "See? I told you! Wasn't that just the best orgasm you've ever had?"

"Definitely," Clara panted. "But now we don't have anyone to practice on."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Sarah said. "I'm sure for a blowjob a week, I could get your brother to volunteer."

Clara laughed. "Hmm…busting brother's balls. Sounds very tempting! Oh! By the way, what do we do with my new daughter?"

"I know a girl who's a med student. She'll take care of everything and won't tell a soul. I'll give her a call right now. Who knows? I bet she'll even want to join our little self-defense group!"

The women walked away leaving a destroyed Brandon holding himself on the floor.

Sadistic Mom By unknown “Mom, hurry we’re gonna be late!” As mom walks down the stairs a glimmer of light reflects off her. Wow, she is beautiful, about 6’1, 120lbs, with perfectly shaped 36c breasts. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get your knickers in a knot.” She is swinging her bag, a perfect target. As she walks to the front door I get as close as possible to her and as she gives her bag a final swing. I give a well-timed jump forward and the bag thumps into my crotch as I fall the floor. “Ouch, mom,” I say in my best agony voice. “Watch where you swing that. That really hurt.” “Oh hon, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you down there with my bag. Is it hurting bad?” “Yeah mom, it really hurts,” I reply. “Well I’ve got to go out. Why don’t you stay here and catch your breath. I’ll be back but first check that all your eggs are still in one basket!” Again in my agony voice. “Please stay here. It really hurts. Please. I don’t know what to do. Can’t you help me?” “O.K. I guess I can stay here. I don’t know what to do since I don’t have any balls, literally speaking, but we can tighten your underpants so they can’t swing around.” “So what can’t swing around?” I ask dumbly. “Your balls. Don’t act dumb.” I could feel my dick growing. “Well I can’t get up. Can you please tighten them for me?” “Yes just get on your knees.” I did so as of course I was in no real pain. She put her hands down the back of my pants. “Shit. I didn’t know a 14-year-old’s balls were so sensitive.” She had her right foot inches away from my hanging nads and her left leg outside my left hand so I planned this well. I pretended to lose my balance and hit her left foot, which of course made her lose her balance and in an effort to steady herself she raised her right leg into my balls. “Groan… You did it again mom. Are you sure there isn’t a magnet in your shoe?” “I’m sorry honey, I fell. I didn’t mean to scramble your eggs again.” “It’s alright,” was my reply. “Maybe you should go to bed,” she suggested. “I can’t hurt you there.” “Fine.” So I went to bed, which didn’t matter, as I was pretty tired and my balls were sore. That last kick was a lot harder then I anticipated it would be! I climbed into bed very carefully and thought about the present day’s activities whilst my hard-on grew bigger and bigger and I fell asleep. I must have been talking in my sleep because as I woke up mom was standing at my doorway not looking very pleased. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Oh nothing. See you in the morning,” mom said very coldly. I thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. When I awoke the next morning mom was making breakfast. “What are you making?” “Eggs,” she replied. “How would you like yours?” she asked. “Scrambled, please.” “That’s what I thought.” With that ‘WHAM’ she nailed me in the balls with a mighty kick and started swearing at me. “Did you think you could get away with that shit? I would never have found out if you hadn’t talked about it in your sleep!” “Shit,” I thought, while I was lying on the floor. “Sorry mom, I just wanted to…” WHAM, another kick in the orbs, “Shut up! I’m gonna teach you a lesson. It’s gonna be a gruesome one but hopefully it’ll make you stop fantasizing about me ball busting you.” “What do you plan to do?” “Oh, you’ll see.” With that she turned around and in her hand was a sharp spiked knuckle-buster. She said, “Oh well, do you want one egg or two? Sorry, my choice. ONE IT IS!!” With that she kicked me once again and put the knuckle-busters on backwards then came towards me and pulled my hands off my aching balls and removed my pants. She then gave my balls a squeeze. “Sorry it had to come to this but…” With that she removed my underpants and squeezed my right testicle with the SHARP knuckle busters and much to my horror she punctured one of my testicles. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed as loud as I could and passed out cold. The last thing I remember is the sadistic look on moms face…