A Matter Of Balance

A Matter Of Balance

By Caligula

Melissa pulled a kitchen chair up to the cabinets; cabinets she was too short to reach. At four foot eleven inches she wasn’t very tall and often had problems reaching items stored up high. Canned goods on the top shelf at the local market were a particular annoyance as she always had to ask for help. Even with her highest heels height was a perpetual challenge.

She pulled the wobbly chair as close to the cabinets as she could get it and climbed up in her bare feet to search for the item that she misplaced some time ago. Where is that damn bottle? She still couldn’t reach the cabinet and stood on her tiptoes to give her an extra few inches, but that caused the chair to teeter dangerously to the side. The chair was just too rickety and her balance too off. She jumped off at the last moment, saving herself from a nasty fall. She looked from the cabinet up high to the chair down low, pondering her options.

“Bill! Can you come here a minute please? I need your help,” she called.

Melissa’s son Bill came shambling into the kitchen, not thrilled to be bothered but also without a good reason to put off his mother’s request for an audience. At nearly 6 feet tall he towered over his mother.

“Yeah, Mom. What’s up?”

“Bill, do me a favor and sit in this chair and hold it stable please? I’m looking for something on the top shelf over here and I keep losing my balance and I don’t want to fall and get hurt,” she said.

“Why don’t you just let me get whatever it is you’re looking for? I’m taller than you,” he replied.

This annoyed Melissa, as her height (or lack thereof) was a touchy subject with her.

“Bill! You know how much I hate tall people commenting on my stature! I’m exactly as tall as I need to be! It’s not my fault the rest of you are oversized beanstalks!”

“Fine, Mom! Fine! I’ll sit in the stupid chair,” he replied.

Bill sat down up agains the backrest as his mother lifted one of her shapely legs and cute feet over his groin area, making him realize there wasn’t much room on the chair for both him and his mother. He quickly spread his legs to the side, creating a gap for his mother to stand in. Melissa planted her foot firmly on the seat and lifted herself off the ground, coming to stand between her son’s splayed thighs.

Sitting directly behind his mother Bill had a perfect view of her nice ass as it wiggled back and forth in front of his eyes like a hypnotist swinging a shiny bauble from side to side, luring him into a trance. It didn’t help that she was wearing some teeny tiny Daisy Duke shorts, and her bubble butt oozed out of the shorts creating some of the finest ass cleavage he had ever seen.

This isn’t so bad after all, he thought.

As Melissa still struggled to reach the shelf she was unaware of her son’s appreciative fascination with her rump and stood on her tiptoes once more to gain those precious few inches that might help her achieve her goal of searching the shelf.

Damn! Still can’t reach it!

Her balance started to falter again and she involuntarily backed up a few inches, her bare heels now hovering dangerously above her son’s balls. Neither Melissa nor Bill noticed the precarious situation his manhood was in, as Melissa was still concentrating on reaching the shelf and Bill was still concentrating on his mother’s plump ass. His gaze travelled from her bubble butt to her legs, following down their length, and came to rest on her feet with her pretty polished toes and high arch. It was then that Bill’s mind snapped back to reality as he saw his unpleasant dilemma…to say something and startle his mother, causing her feet to drop back onto his berries…or not say something and she tired of standing on her toes and drop back onto her heels and onto his berries.

If she leans back she’s going to crush my…

Melissa leaned back.

Bill tried to stand up, but his mother’s feet had pinned his nuts to the seat of the chair. His mouth fell open as he made an attempt to tell his mom that her feet were crushing his balls, but it came out as just one long high-pitched sigh.

Melissa lowered her feet and felt the soft fabric of her son’s basketball shorts under her heels, along with what felt like two grapes…one under each heel.

What are those, she wondered.

She shifted her weight back and forth from heel to heel trying to figure out what those two little things were that she held captive under her feet.

What ARE those? <wiggle her right foot> Feels like two firm eggs. <wiggle her left foot> Feels like two…

“Balls…” Bill gasped out weakly. “My balls…”

“Balls?” mused Melissa out loud.

She looked down and saw the shocked look on Bill’s face, and let her eyes wander to his groin. She lifted her right heel slightly, shifting her weight on that foot to her toes, then placed her weight back onto her heel to confirm that rubbery object under her foot was indeed her son’s ball.

“Oopsie!” she cried as she jumped down off the chair, her bare feet landing on the cold kitchen tiles with an audible plop. She grunted as she slowly twisted the chair around so that it faced the opposite direction, Bill flopping like a ragdoll with each sudden jerk of the seat. Melissa giggled playfully as she knelt between her son’s legs, tugging his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, exposing his manhood so she could check out his sore nuts.

“Sorry Billy,” she said through her girlish laughter. “Let me check your two balls.”

She realized she didn’t really know how to check balls, and ended up just holding his nuts in her hands and weighing them up and down like she was examining fruit at the grocery store. She carefully placed each ball back onto the chair, adjusting them slightly like she was arranging fine china. She still needed to check that shelf though. She took a moment to think about it and then stepped back onto the chair between Bill’s legs, making sure to avoid his bare balls.

Now that his nuts were free from the painful trap sprung on them by his mom’s feet, Bill’s senses started to return to him. His mother was back on the chair, but as the chair was now reversed he was staring directly at the camel toe created in his mom’s skin-tight shorts. He swallowed hard, especially as his mother stood on her tiptoes again and leaned forward, shoving her crotch even closer to his face. He was practically crossing his eyes in an attempt to bring her tightly wrapped cooter into focus. He swallowed hard, and his dick started to stiffen.

Melissa still couldn’t reach the shelf and lifted herself onto her toes again, but she was still too short. She hated being short.

Just another half inch or so and I could reach this damn shelf!

She was about to give up when she looked down and saw her son’s nuts laying innocently on the chair right in front of her toes. She was surprised to see his cock harden and lift off the chair in what she likened to a patriotic salute. It stood there completely vertical, and she found herself impressed with the libido that young men possessed.

I wonder what that’s all about, she thought. She looked again at his nuts. Huh…they seem to be about a half-inch around. I wonder...no. No, I couldn’t do that…could I? It would just be for a brief moment…just long enough to check that shelf. And I’m small. I don’t weigh all that much.

Melissa lifted her right foot and placed the ball of her foot on her son’s left nut, stepping down on it. Bill froze, his dick wilting like an unwatered flower. Melissa then repeated the procedure with her other foot, and Bill’s other nut. She tested out the integrity of his gonads by bouncing on them slightly to make certain they would hold her full weight. Satisfied, she refocused her attention on the pesky shelf. While she couldn’t see what was on the shelf, the added height provided by her son’s balls allowed her to blindly search the shelf with her outstretched hand.

Nothing…where is that damn bottle?

Bill’s boner was gone, having been defeated by his mother’s pretty feet. If someone had asked what it felt like, and had he been capable of answering, he would have said it felt like his mom had placed his nuts in two vices and kept turning the screws. His mind flashed from thought to thought. He fevered brain momentarily grabbed onto something he learned in science class; something about when an object meets an immovable force. The image of his mother’s delicate female hand breaking two eggs and the insides oozing out into a frying pan flashed before his eyes. He saw fragments of his mother dancing barefoot in a vat full of grapes, making wine by bursting the grapes…but then the hazy image shifted and instead of grapes it was his balls she was dancing on.

Melissa had run her hand over almost the entire surface of the cabinet shelf without finding her precious bottle. As her hand strayed to the far side of the shelf she shifted her weight to maintain her balance.

POP!

Bill’s right nut was obliterated as it finally surrendered under Melissa’s foot, causing the small amount of cum that had been inside the ball to ooze out of his dick. She was so focused on finding her bottle though that the bursting of her son’s ball only vaguely registered in her mind. Her body reflexively adjusted her balance and centered her weight over Bill’s left ball, causing her left leg to lift higher and bend at the knee as it no longer had anything to step on. All of her weight was now pressing down on the left ball.

Just a moment longer, she thought. I’m sure that bottle is here somewhere. Almost done…

POP!

Another dribble of cum leaked from his cock.

Her hand withdrew from the shelf as she lost her half-inch boost with the failing of the structural integrity of Bill’s balls. Her thoughts shifted from the still missing bottle to the sound of Bill’s high-pitched gurgles…too high-pitched for a man to make. She looked down and saw the cause of her son’s new-found operatic singing skills under her feet.

Oh! I guess I exploded his balls. Well that’s a shame. You only get two, after all.

She stepped down off the chair and off what was left of the two nuts that had served her well. She briefly wondered what it must be like to have someone step on your balls and turn them into nut puree.

They just dangle outside their body like that. How bad could it hurt if Mother Nature intended for them to just hang there without any protection? She noted the sad puddle of cum lying between Bill’s legs and recalled the last she saw of his dick it had been erect. It must not have hurt TOO badly if he was cumming while I stood on his dingleberries…so nothing to feel bad about I guess. Kind of gross that I made him cum…I’m his mother after all, but since it was his last one I’m glad I was able to help drain that nut out of his balls.

“You’re welcome, Sweetie,” she said quietly to Bill, referring to the quickly drying cum stain on her well used kitchen furniture and her role in creating it.

Melissa slapped herself on the forehead.

“Of course! Now I remember moving that bottle into the bathroom last month!” she exclaimed. “Ugh…up onto a high shelf. At least I think that’s where I put it.”

Melissa grabbed another kitchen chair and headed towards the bathroom with it.

“Frank!” she called to her other son. “Can you meet me in the bathroom please?”

“Yeah Mom! What do you need?” her older son responded.

“I’m looking for something on one of the top shelves and I need you to hold this chair steady for me so I don’t lose my balance,” she said.

“Be right there!”

She would try to be more careful this time. If only she weren’t so short.

The bathroom shelf is even higher than the one in the kitchen. Maybe if he gets hard like his brother and his dick is pointing straight up I could stand on the tip with my cute little toes so I can reach. That would give me like six or seven extra inches! Boners are tough, right? Sure they are. That’s why they call it being hard I suppose. He’ll be fine. His dick will be just fine…