Femdom Island

Femdom Island

By Caligula

Christina had been recommended Femdom Island as a "special" vacation destination for herself and her son, by her sister Celia. Celia always called it Momdom Island with a chuckle, and made regular trips there with her own son. Apparently most of the visitors were moms and sons per Celia, although many sisters were coming along on the trips as well.

Christina had to admit that Celia's son was impressively submissive, and Celia insisted that Christina's own son would achieve similar levels. Christina and Celia both considered themselves alpha females and did their best to raise their sons as beta males.

Christina's son Jon was a good submissive boy in his own right. He dutifully cooked, cleaned, did all the chores without question...but something was missing for Christina. Her sister never went into details about her relationship with her son, or what transpired on Femdom Island, but Celia always seemed to have a satisfied glow about her when either topic came up.

Christina would almost call it sexual in the way her sister's eyes glazed over when she'd get lost in some silent memory of time spent with her son on the island. Christina badly wanted that feeling and had been warned by her sister that she needed to be open to more "extreme" forms of domination than just having clean dishes and an obedient son. Celia always giggled when she said "extreme". Although Celia would not tell Christina what went on at the island (it was forbidden to talk about for fear of being permanently banned as a member) she alluded to quite a bit of pain and humiliation for the males. Christina had built up fantasies in her head of leather and whips and chains and would laugh at the silly images it conjured in her imagination. Celia had assured her though it was nothing so traditional and corny although she was sure some of that went on at private parties on the island.

Christina finally relented and booked the trip for herself and Jon. She packed plenty of shoes as her sister suggested along with plenty of short skirts and dresses. For Jon she had packed only boxer briefs as the males weren't allowed to wear more than that once they arrived and had been processed at check-in.

Christina walked down the gangplank of the ship with Jon walking respectfully behind her as he had been trained to do. Jon was thrilled to be on vacation as he never seemed to get a break at home from all the chores and being a good son. As he looked around he saw other women accompanied by guys much younger than themselves...their own sons perhaps? Most of the guys seemed really nervous. Why? He wondered if there was more going on here than just serving the woman they came with much like at home.

Once at check-in they were greeted by a beautiful brunette. "Oh I see this is your first time on the island!"

"Yes. I must admit it's a bit overwhelming being here amongst so many like-minded women, but a bit exciting too," responded Christina.

"We hear that from all our first-timers but you'll get over it quickly. In fact we have a special orientation for you both that will bring you up to speed very quickly," the front desk lady replied while typing away at her kiosk.

"That sounds great. What happens in orientation?" asked Jon.

"Yes I'm curious too," said Celia.

"It's rules you need to follow, dress code...and we have a couple of volunteers that will perform a little demonstration on your son and the other first-timer's son. Just to show you and him what to expect while you're here. We find that a quick swift demonstration sets the right tone for the week. Some women aren't as domme as they think and decide to leave after the demonstration. It helps us keep the clientele very alpha and usually results in them being lifelong visitors. But I encourage you to power thru the demonstration, because the weeklong experiences here will leave you a new woman, and uh...will likely make your son into a new uh...man as well." She said ‘man’ with a snicker.

Christina immediately liked her, but Jon was feeling a little uneasy.

"You're all checked in. Here's your room key. And through that door is the changing room for your son, as it's speedos/boxer briefs only for the males. Exit the door on the other side of the room once he's changed and go down the hall and the last door on your left is orientation. Enjoy your stay!"

Christina and Jon went into the room and she watched while Jon changed into his boxer briefs. Christina noticed how tightly they fit around his junk and how prominently they made his bits stand out. She laughed. "Wow your gonads are really out there!" They both chuckled and headed down the hall and into the orientation room.

The other woman and her son, who seemed quite a bit younger than Jon, were already waiting. They all took seats and watched as several women entered the room and stood in front of their small audience. The two youngest must have been the volunteers, and they eyed up Jon and the other boy and whispered and snickered to each other. Four of the women looked to be nurses of some sort? They were dressed all in white but had on high heels and short skirts, so definitely not your traditional nurse, but that's how Christina thought of them anyway. The last woman introduced herself as Miss Pamela and was one of the full-time event planners and guides for the island.

Miss Pamela cleared her throat and began to speak. "Welcome to Femdom Island! We guarantee all of you a life changing experience."

Pamela was interrupted by more snickering from the girls which she silenced with a glance.

"That's if you make it through this orientation and wish to continue onto the island proper. First let me go over the rules. Women can do whatever they want to any male on the property provided they have permission from the male's owner. That would be you two." She pointed to Christina and the other mom. "Males must comply at all times. Failure to comply comes with severe consequences, which don't need to be discussed right now. It's all in our guide that's waiting for you in your rooms though. Our second rule is what happens on Femdom Island stays on Femdom Island. While you can recommend Femdom Island to your girlfriends back home, you can't discuss details. And that's it for the rules! Very simple. As for the dress code, males can wear boxer briefs or speedo trunks and that's it. Ladies, we recommend high heels and sexy dresses and skirts. Certain events may require more specific clothing or shoes but don't worry we have shops on the island that sell every kind of outfit you might need in case you find you didn't bring an appropriate change of clothes. Now for our little demonstration."

Miss Pamela smiled and motioned both boys to the front of the room and had them stand back to back a couple feet apart. They were standing sideways so their mothers had a profile view of each of their sons. She then had her two volunteers each pick a male and stand in front of him.

"This is Becca and Maureen, and they were very eager to volunteer for today's little demonstration of what to expect this week. There's always more volunteers than we have first-timers, so these spots fill up quickly. Now if at the end of the demonstration either of you lady's feel this isn't for you, then you can exit the door on the left. But if you think you have what it takes to enjoy the special treats of Femdom Island, exit the door on the right. Either way these fine nurses behind me will help bring your sons to you either in your ship stateroom or your resort room. Girls...say hello to these brave young men." Miss Pamela smiled and stepped out of the way so Christina and her fellow momdom could watch the demonstration.

Becca was the girl standing in front of Jon and she was wearing some high heel/wedge sneakers, some booty shorts, and a tiny crop top that was exposing some underboob. Jon did his best not to look but Christina could see his boxer briefs start to expand as he started to form a woody. She'd have to address that with him later...it was embarrassing for her and a sign of poor training. Becca for her part didn't seem to mind the "attention" from his man bits and even seemed to encourage it. There was a sort of breathless anticipation in the room from all the women. Only the boys seemed oblivious to the position they were in, and they just smiled with puppy dog eyes at the two girls in front of them. Christina realized there was a moistness growing between her legs and she couldn't say why. She had no idea what was about to happen, but her body sensed it was something primal. Her womanhood seemed to know even if her brain didn't, and she wondered if this was how her sister Celia felt with her son.

Becca smiled sweetly at Jon, and then Christina watched as Becca and Maureen swung their legs back...Christina fidgeted in her seat, aware of the intense ache in her womanhood. Her co-mom adjusted herself as well and sucked in her breath sharply. Christina realized she was holding her own breath as well and found more dampness between her legs as she saw the adoring look on her son's face as he stood staring at the girl's perky breasts, unaware of the foot that was being cocked behind her. Then suddenly both girls simultaneously kicked each boy right in their testicles with the toes of their sneakers. Both mom's leaned forward in their chairs and brought their hands to their crotches in sympathy. Christina watched as Jon's mouth hung open in shock and he slowly sank to the ground. The other boy followed suit and it sounded like there was a little choir in the room as both boys let out a single long soprano note as they fell to the floor. Christina realized that while at first she had cupped her own crotch, mimicking the two males in the room, she was now lightly rubbing her little budding flower with her fingers behind her cupped hands. She suspected the other momdom was doing the same based on the soft whimper she heard release from her lips.

Becca and Maureen high fived each other and Christina just watched in fascination as Jon rolled around on the ground clutching his nuts, occasionally letting out a panicked sounding grunt. Miss Pamela walked back in front of the room, towering over the two whimpering males. "Welcome to Femdom Island!"

Both Christina and her fellow mom helped each other up from their seats, both being a little weak in the knees, and both exited thru the door leading them to the island proper. The nurses brought out stretchers and placed the boys on one each, putting a toe tag on each of them with the correct room number so they could be delivered to the room with the rest of the luggage.

Christina was on the phone with her sister Celia when the nurses delivered Jon to the room. "You weren't kidding! It was the most alive I've ever felt! Yes they are dropping him off now." 

The nurses lowered the stretcher to the floor and none too gently rolled Jon off it and onto the floor. Jon was still cupping his balls and moaning softly as he lay like a lump on the floor in the middle of the room. The nurses winked at Christina and took themselves and their stretcher out of the room.

"Oh really?" she continued on the phone while stepping over her son's body, ignoring him completely and picking up a booklet on the bed. "Yes I found it. So it has all the activities? Oh wow I'll have to check it out." She laughed at something her sister said. "Oh I think I'll have to sign us up for that. Ok talk to you later. Love you too!"

Christina hung up the phone and her eyes grew wide as she browsed the smorgasbord of activities you could choose from throughout the week. She became aware of Jon's presence when she felt him reach out and touch her foot with his hand.

"Oh! Hey there big guy! Your Auntie Celia said to say hello." She sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her son. "So how are you feeling? That looked like a really painful kick in the nuts. I really couldn't believe they did that!"

Jon managed to swallow the bile back down and spoke softly. "I'll be okay mom. I just didn't expect to be kicked like that. Hopefully it was just the one time at orientation," he said hopefully.

Christina rolled her eyes and smiled a crooked smile, almost in regret. "Well actually just the quick browsing of this activity guide and based on what your aunt told me on the phone, it looks like nut busting is a regular thing here."

Jon whimpered again. "Mom I don't think I can take another kick, let alone get kicked all week."

Christina pouted her lips at her son. "But Jon, I really want this. I'm sorry I know it hurts you, but can't you do this for me? Can't you man-up for your mom?"

"I want to mom, but I just don't think I can. It hurts too bad. You just don't know..."

"Jon! I'm sorry, but we're going to do this okay? You and me together are going to explore our limits this week. How much your body can endure, and how much I am willing to do to you."

Jon knew his place, and meekly nodded his head. "Okay mom."

Christina stood up clapping her hands and did a twirl, narrowly missing kicking her son between the legs with the toe of her high heel. "Oops I almost kicked you in the nuts! Hahahaha!"

Jon smiled a bit, happy to see his dommy mommy so playful and excited.

Christina spent that first evening sitting up in her bed reading the booklet with all the activities. Much to her surprise, Jon had moved to the foot of the bed and was eagerly massaging her tired feet. He had never rubbed her feet before. Did that kick in the balls from Becca awaken something in him as well? She sighed contentedly at how good it felt, took a sip of wine from her glass, and dug into the booklet.

Femdom Island! Unique pleasures for unique women! She scanned the list of activities you could sign up for in the coming days. The first activity after breakfast tomorrow that she could go to was called "Ballbusting 101 - your first ball-kicking experience with your male". Oh she was definitely signing up for that. She read the description to herself: Hands-on (or feet-on) experience with kicking someone's balls up into their throat. You'll learn the basics of ball kicking and kneeing, while practicing in a safe space on your male. No prior ball-busting experience is necessary. This is for the beginner ball-buster. While permanent injury is rare, it CAN happen with an inexperienced kicker so nurses will be on duty. Recommended footwear: closed toe high heels (so you don't hurt your toes). Christina looked down at Jon as he dutifully rubbed her feet. He was close enough that he could smell them, and she wondered if he liked that. She pictured herself taking Becca's place, standing in front of her son and then kicking him in the nuts. She started to get a tingly sensation between her legs again at the thought of her kicking Jon in the nuts. Could I do it? Could I kick my own son in the nuts? She took another long sip of her wine and recalled the look on Jon's face today and how heated it made her. She pictured herself kicking Jon in the balls, imagined the helpless but devoted look in his eyes as he fought the pain. Permanent injury? That was something she hadn't considered but she wanted so badly to reach down and rub her sex thru her tights. Instead she licked her lips and decided that yes, they would attend Ball-Kicking 101 tomorrow.

She looked at other activities throughout the week. There were several games of kick-ball that you could watch or participate in. The kick-ball listing showed photos of a lone male running around being chased by women of all ages as they tried to kick-ball...or kick-balls. That sounded fun, and athletic! It said, risk of permanent injury is extremely high in this event so women are encouraged to think twice (once for each ball) before volunteering their male as the ball. There was that permanent injury thing again. She shrugged it off. What could you do?

Jon noticed the motion. "Something wrong mom?"

"No honey. Just something noteworthy in the pamphlet. Keep rubbing my feet please. It feels great!" She wiggled her toes at him and he was once again distracted by her soles.

There were several self defense classes...she was SURE those ran the risk of injury. Hahaha! There were some competitions...a billiards event where, if she was understanding it correctly, you would hit your male in the balls with a pool cue trying to knock his balls into a little pouch hanging on either side of his nutsack. First woman to get at least one ball into one of the pouches wins. A caption under a photo on a prior years event showing a grimacing male with the tip of a pool cue buried into his groin said "Left Ball...Side pocket!" She looked down to Jon again, and pictured him dangling from the end of a pool cue held forecfully in her grip. It made the tingle in her own groin deepen. Oh my...she'd need a nice hot bath after this, and it was just the brochure! There was also a bowling alley where your male would sit in the place of the pins with his legs spread apart and you'd roll a bowling ball toward his nuts. STRIKE the caption read.

There were other things to do...shoe shopping, foot worship lessons, pussy licking classes. Hmmm, that certainly would be interesting. Hahaha! There was a whole host of ball kicking competitions to see who the last man standing was, even a carnival later in the week with what appeared to be some interesting carnival games. As the week went on, some of the events were more extreme. Damage seemed to increase in probability the nearer it came to the end of the trip. One of the events was a panel on the benefits and methods of castrating your male. Her eyes grew wide at that one. Oh it seemed so extreme. She looked at her sweet boy. He was so eager to please with this foot rub. She wondered if she could ever do something like that to him...have his nuts castrated. Damn her pussy needed rubbing right now. She made a mental note to sign up for that one...just out of curiosity, and because the thought of castrating her own son was warming her crotch, even though she felt a little guilty about it. But she'd go just for the information. As she read on she noted there were multiple castration "clinics" happening on the last day. Wow! They were serious about castrations then. All voluntary, but wow. She could force Jon to have his nuts chopped off if she wanted. Now THAT was alpha! Jon was so involved in rubbing her feet that she decided to slip her fingers into her tights and she slowly diddled herself, trying to picture a world where she could order her son's nuts chopped off...then realized she WAS living in that world at the same moment her fingers made the magic happen and her love bud blossomed in an explosion of wet juicy joy.

The next morning Christina still hadn't told Jon they were going to Ballbusting 101. She put on a cute little short dress while Jon was just wearing his tight boxer briefs. Christina looked over the shoe collection she brought and couldn't decide when she had the idea to let Jon pick out the objects of his impending nut kicking.

"Jon, be a dear and pick out mommy's shoes for the day."

"Sure thing mommy...er, mom."

Jon looked over the expansive shoe collection and wondered how she even fit this many pairs of shoes into her luggage. The pointy toe stilettos? The high heel sandals? The leather boots with the steel toe cap? No...the wooden platform clogs! They'd go perfectly with his mother's pretty dress. He picked them up and held them out to his mother. "How about these?"

She sucked in air thru her gritted teeth and made a face like she just sucked on a lemon. Poor Jon, she thought. The shoes had a 2 inch thick toe, and she imagined would be perfect for kicking nuts...but these were her son's nuts. If only Jon had known what they would be used for in just a short while.

At first Jon thought she wasn't pleased with the shoes he had chosen but then she smiled. "Those ARE perfect Jon. Go ahead and help me put them on." She sat down in a chair and held her foot out for Jon.

Christina felt like Cinderella as her son slipped the shoe onto her pretty foot. She thought how much more interesting the fairy tale would have been if Cinderella had kicked Prince Charming in the nuts with those glass slippers as he was on his knees, looking up at her with a hopeful smile that he had found his princess. She extended her other foot and Jon reverently placed the other shoe in place. He then brought both her royal feet in the shoes to his face and placed a kiss on the tip of each big toe. Maybe he was thinking about the Cinderella story as well, thought Christina.

"Awe...thank you, Jon."

Jon beamed with pride.

"Now that you've chosen my shoewear for the morning it's time to tell you what they will be used for. After breakfast we're going to Ballbusting 101...and I'm going to kick you in the nuts with these shoes." She extended her right leg and pointed her toes at Jon, giving him a good look at the front of the shoe. "I imagine the 2 inch toe of this wooden shoe will be perfect for crushing your nuts, don't you think?"

The smile faded from Jon's face as he realized his mom had tricked him into picking out the objects that might take away his manhood. He gulped and looked from the shoe to his mom's face. "But Mom...er, Mommy...what if you, you know, rupture one of my nuts with those shoes? Maybe you should wear some flip flops or something?"

"Well that's a possibility. Not the flips flops...the rupturing. But don't worry! The brochure said they will have a nurse present and there's a medical disclaimer on the back page that says SOME of the ruptured nuts here can be repaired. So I'm not really concerned about it." She flashed him a disarming smile and stood up. "Alrighty! Let's go have breakfast!"

"Some?" asked Jon, incredulous that his own mother seemed to be okay that his chances of losing a ball was in the cards as soon as breakfast was over. But Christina ignored him, lost in her own thoughts of possible outcomes for her son's nuts as she walked out the door.

When they arrived at breakfast Christina was seated at a table with only one chair. She looked around and noticed the other males were either under the tables with or standing next to the table where their owners were seated. Christina took a seat and ordered Jon to stand across from her on the other side of the table. His gonads, perfectly presented in their pouch, were in full view for her to daydream about while she ate breakfast. As she was placing her food order with the pretty little server a commotion erupted several tables over. A young woman had stood up and was yelling at her male who seemed to be the same age or maybe a little older. He was small and puny looking so he might have looked younger than he was.

"Oh look, Jon! That's Becca!" Christina turned to the lady taking her order. "Becca did our orientation and kicked my son here in the nuts." Jon blushed in shame.

The server smiled. "This is Becca's third year coming to the island. That's her older brother. Believe it or not some of the males that come here don't want their balls kicked by their owner, and her brother is one of those. He tends to act up. I thought for sure though after what happened last year at one of the breakfasts that he'd be better behaved."

"What happened last year?" asked Christina. Jon also looked at the server in concern.

The server broke into a huge grin. "Well...her brother tried standing up to her. I'm your older brother...I'm a man...you're just a girl...you can't keep kicking me...it's not fair...they're my balls...blah blah blah. Becca just stood there and let him rant and when he finished she just smiled at him and said you're right. She sat down, ate her breakfast, and without telling him she logged into the mobile app and scheduled a castration for the last day."

Jon's mouth fell open in horrified shock. Christina's mouth fell open in amused surprise. "You have an app?" she asked.

"Oh yes," the server continued, "you can scan the QR Code on your menu to download it. You can schedule all kinds of things on there."

Jon couldn't believe his mother's response to finding out that the girl who had kicked him in the nuts the day before had ordered her own brother's castration the year prior. A boy lost his nuts, and she was interested in a mobile app?

"A castration?" Christina got back to the main topic. "Really? Why is he still acting up if his nuts are gone? Doesn't castration get rid of that aggression?"

"She only scheduled a half-castration. Becca loves kicking balls so much that she didn't want BOTH his balls removed. She just wanted to teach him a lesson. She kind of treated it like a prank," laughed the server.

Christina felt another wet spot forming in her panties. Oh how she loved this island. She wondered if her sister's son still had both his nuts.

The server continued telling the story. "Her brother wasn't so cocky the next day as he was hauled crying up onto the stage in front of all the women and their males. Becca chose popping as her castration method."

"Popping?" interrupted Christina. "I thought they'd...you know, chop them off?" She made a snip snip motion with her fingers, imitating a pair of scissors.

Jon didn't feel so good.

The server understood as it was Christina's first time on the island and most first timers made the same assumption. "Oh we do the chop too sometimes, but there's SO many ways to castrate balls that you really have more choices than you have balls. You can only choose two! Hahaha!" Both Christina and the server laughed. Jon just stood there looking sullen.

His mother noticed his expression. "Oh Jon, don't be so glum. That was funny right?"

Jon forced a small unconvincing smile. "I guess. I just don't understand why she had to castrate his nut. It seems so unfair."

The server rolled her eyes. "Sooooo anyway...they get her brother up there and he's struggling so one of the nurses comes running over and kicks him right in the balls. That took the fight out of him. So they push him up against a table and hold him in place and put his ballsack on the tabletop. Becca comes out dressed to the nines and struts her way down the aisle, high fiving a bunch of the women on her way to the popping table. She gave her brother a pouty look and said something to him about how she felt this was going to fix his little attitude problem. She climbed up onto the table and the whole time now her brother keeps saying but I'm your older brother...I'm your older brother."

The wetness in Christina's panties was travelling down her thighs now. "Oh that poor girl. To have to crush one of your own brother's nuts to prove a point. So inconsiderate of him to put her in that position." Christina felt the heat grow between her legs, thinking of this male pleading his case as "I'm your older brother" in an attempt to save his nut. Why should it matter that they are related? He should be thankful it was his little sister crushing his nut and not some stranger. She looked at Jon again, wondering if he'd beg in the same way if she was going to pop a nut. Images of a weeping Jon saying "but I'm your son...I'm your son" blossomed in her imagination...but as she looked at him she realized he accepted his role as a beta, and would probably eagerly volunteer a nut if she wanted to castrate it.

Jon meanwhile couldn't believe how his mother was interpreting what had happened. The poor girl? What about her brother? His sister took away one of his nuts. It seemed so unfair to Jon. But he knew his place as a beta male, and kept his mouth shut. He looked to his mother and wondered if she could ever crush him like that...crush one of his nuts. It would be so humiliating.

"Well exactly," said the server. "She looked down at him and said you being my big brother makes this even sweeter. I tell ya, there was not a dry set of panties in the room. Then she took her bare foot and placed her heel on her brother's ball...the left ball or right ball I can't remember...doesn't really matter though. And she steps down. She didn't even play around. She just stepped down, there was a few moments where the ball held up and then SQUICK! She turned it into juicy goo. She hopped down off the table and before her brother could pass out she looked him in the eyes and said I just came. And she wasn't the only one. Hahaha! So yeah, I'm surprised to see him acting up again."

"Oh my. That's uh. That's really something. Would you mind bringing me some extra napkins with my breakfast?" Christina needed to mop up the juicy goo between her own legs. The server completely understood and recognized the look on Christina's face. She winked at Christina and nodded before walking away.

Mother and son locked eyes and then in unison looked to Becca and her brother. She wasn't satisfied with just dressing him down in public however, and put an exclamation point at the end of her shouting by rearing back and kicking her brother square in the balls...ball. Jon cringed as he watched the guy drop to the ground, retching and moaning. He knew what it was like to be on the receiving end from a kick by Becca and his hands instinctively went to cover his nuts. Jon and Christina made eye contact again as most of the women at breakfast hooped and hollered at the scene that had just played out before them.

"Go Becca!"

"Pop his other gonad!"

"He's having scrambled eggs for breakfast!"

"He's only got one egg to scramble!"

The room erupted in laughter.

The server brought Christina's breakfast and a large stack of napkins. Christina handed Jon the napkins. "Jon be a dear and spend the rest of breakfast under the table wiping up the wetness dribbling down my legs. I didn't expect breakfast to be so...stimulating."

"Yes mom." Jon crawled under the table as his mother spread her legs revealing her pink panties and enough wetness that he thought a sponge might be more appropriate than some cheap napkins. He started at her ankles and tenderly wiped up the wetness, that seemed to keep flowing, a bit at a time. He worked his way up her calves, past her knees to her thighs, and then he was surprised when his mother reached down and tugged her panties out of the way revealing her pussy. Jon had never seen a pussy before and was mesmerized. His penis reacted despite the fact that it was his mother's pussy he was looking at.

"Jon!" she whispered. "Wipe!"

"Yes ma'am," he whispered back with reverence, their upcoming appointment at Ballbusting 101 all but forgotten. He took one thin napkin at a time and dabbed at his mother's juicy dripping pussy. He just kept dabbing and wondering what it must be like to be a real man. An alpha male, instead of a weak simp whose only worth was on his knees under a table sopping up his mother's freely flowing juices into napkin after napkin. His gentle dabbing seemed to keep stimulating the area causing more and more wetness to ooze out, and he imagined his mother would thank him for what appeared to be a previously unknown skill he had for pleasuring a woman.

Much to Jon's disappointment his mother eventually moved her panties back into place and Jon took that opportunity to stand back up and reached out to place the napkins onto the table for the server to collect. "Jon! I'm eating here! Just hold them for pete's sake!" she whispered harshly. And so Jon just stood there with a throbbing erection and no relief. Stood there holding a huge stack of sopping wet napkins that were covered in his own mother's orgasm. He stood there like that for another 15 minutes, the juices from the napkins dripping out from between his fingers and landing on his own underwear because of his outstretched erection. He realized this was as close as his penis was ever going to get to a woman's orgasm and lowered his head, humiliated to be a beta male.

Christina finished eating and dabbed her mouth clean with the remaining unused napkins and saw Jon whimper, probably thinking about his own experience of dabbing her clean with the napkins he held cupped in his hands. Christina had orgasmed thinking about Becca castrating her brother and how Becca had kicked Jon in the nuts yesterday...and thinking about kicking Jon in the nuts herself as soon as they got to nutbusting class. Christina had orgasmed despite Jon's clumsy wiping skills. He had kept her orgasm at bay for most of breakfast and it had made her want to kick him in the nuts right then and there under the table. It was that thought...that she really could kick him if she wanted to at that moment, that finally pushed her over the edge. He'd never be able to please a woman she thought with pity for her son.

Christina flashed a dazzling smile at her son, which Jon mistook for a thank you and smiled proudly back. She stood up and placed her hand on Jon's shoulder. "Welp! Let's get to nutbusting class! I wouldn't want to be late!"

She watched as Jon's smile faded into defeat. Awwww, poor fella, she thought to herself. She walked out of the room, passing Becca's brother who was still on the floor without sparing him a glance. Jon followed a respectful distance behind and gulped strongly when he realized Becca's brother was still making little simpering noises and wondered how soon he'd be joining him on the ground.