The Pool Party

The Pool Party

By Caligula

Jenna was having a little backyard poolside get-together for herself and her girlfriends. Her son, Troy, was acting as their cabana boy for the day...serving drinks and snacks, fetching dry towels when needed, and even applying lotion. That last bit he didn't mind. Not one bit. The only issue was his mom and her friends were hot as fuck, and he enjoyed rubbing his hands all over their oily bodies too much.

The women were currently in the pool playing around and getting silly, splashing each other and laughing. One of the women, Jasmine, wanted to kick it up a notch.

"Come on you bitch!" said Jasmine to Jenna. Her tone was playful, despite using the word bitch. "Shoulder wars!"

The women clapped as Emma called out.

"Me and Jasmine!"

"I'll partner up with Becky!" shouted Lara.

That only left Jenna. "Troy, get your ass in here! We're playing shoulder wars and I need a pony!"

Troy climbed into the pool and approached his mother as Jasmine climbed onto Emma's shoulders and Becky mounted Lara. 

"Kneel down Troy so I can get on your shoulders," said his mother with a giggle. Troy got on his knees in the shallow end of the pool and his mother approached him from the front. She was wearing a tiny blue bikini that was too small for her huge tits, and his eyes travelled from her boobs down to her barely covered snatch. Her hips moved from side to side as she walked slowly towards him, causing her bikini bottom to sway back and forth like a hypnotist waving a shiny bauble.

Jenna reached her son and stood before him, his face inches from her bikini-covered vagina. She was so close that his eyes were crossed in their attempt to focus. She looked down at him for a few seconds, momentarily considering mounting his shoulders backwards like this. That would certainly make for an interesting game of shoulder wars, she thought. Ultimately she decided against such a brazen move.

"Turn around, Troy. I can't wrap my legs around your head with you facing this direction."

Troy gulped and was glad for the cold water, as it was helping keep him from getting a boner. He reluctantly turned around and shivered as his mother wrapped first one leg and then the other around his neck, squeezing her thighs together tightly as her cooch came to rest against the back of Troy's head. She let her legs dangle in front of him and hooked her ankles together to help her stay in place.

"Up little pony!" she commanded with a playful giggle.

Troy rose up carefully, uncertain of his balance and not wanting to fall.

"Come on pony...prance for me," Jenna said.

The other women watched and laughed as Troy, hesitantly at first but then with more vigor as he became more certain of his footing, started to trot around the pool like a pony with his mother in the saddle and telling him where to go.

"Turn right pony. Turn left pony. Faster pony!" she called as she giggled.

The bouncing up and down on Troy's shoulders felt good. With each bounce her coochie rubbed up against the back of her son's head creating a satisfying rhythm.

"I think I want to ride the pony next," said Jasmine with an envious tone.

"Same here," said Lara.

"Winner gets the next pony ride!" shouted Emma.

Emma and Lara, with their riders Jasmine and Becky, advanced on Jenna and Troy. The goal of the game was to knock the rider off their pony's shoulders and into the pool water. Last couple standing was the winner. As the three pairs came together there was squeals of laughter from the women as they all fought to unseat the other riders.

Becky and Lara were the first to go down, more so because of Lara's poor balance rather than anything done by the remaining two pairs. Jenna and Jasmine locked hands, laughing as they each tried to knock the other from atop their pony. Water splashed everywhere as Troy and Emma struggled to not fall over. 

Rather than hooking her legs under Troy's arms and bracing her feet behind him for leverage like Jasmine had done with Emma, Jenna's feet dangled in front of Troy crossed at the ankles and were swinging to and fro. Troy's height and his mother's long legs made it so her feet were positioned directly in front of his groin as the women grappled. Then Jasmine got a good shove against Jenna, and Jenna would have fallen had she not shoved her bare heels backwards into her son's body for support...right into his balls.

Troy let out an 'oompf' as his mother's heels were grinding into his nuts. No one paid him any attention though as they were focused on the battle royale happening atop his and Emma's shoulders. The women all laughed as Jenna and Jasmine grabbed at each other, occasionally squeezing the other's boobs as the latched on trying not to be shaken free and dumped into the water.

Jenna's crossed feet kicked wildly and she kept slamming her heels into Troy's balls over and over. He wasn't sure if she was aware she was kicking him, or if she was just too wrapped up in winning her contest against Jasmine to take notice. Either way her feet kept swinging back and blasting him in the balls with a steady beat, like the hammer of a clock striking the gong as the clock chimes noon. Troy was starting to feel sick as his mother's feet kicked and kicked.

Jenna then made a bold move to get the upper hand and as she rammed her feet into Troy's balls for what felt like the 50th time and kept them pressed there. She then leaned forward and used his nutsack for leverage as she raised herself up, digging her heels into his balls and almost standing on them as she fought with Jasmine.

"I've got the high ground bitch!" Jenna yelled between fits of laughter; her son's sexual organs being squished under her feet.

Troy thought for sure he'd throw up if his mother didn't move her feet soon. Could she not feel his balls thru the loose fabric of his swim trunks? She was totally squashing them! Jenna's feet then slipped, allowing Troy's balls to regain their normal shape and causing Jenna to return to her seat around his neck.

"Well I've got the low ground bitch!" shouted Jasmine playfully in return.

Jasmine loosened her legs from behind Emma and brought them forward, and then kicked Troy hard in the balls with her instep.

Troy let out a loud bellow and toppled over, dumping his mother into the water and losing the game. Jenna popped back up quickly, laughing hard.

"Hey!" she shouted. "You kicked my pony in the balls! Who said nutshots were allowed?"

"You never said nutshots WEREN'T allowed," teased Jasmine in return.

All of the women were laughing as Troy hobbled over to the side of the pool, holding his balls and facing away from everyone so they couldn't see his embarrassment.

Emma pointed at Troy. "I think your pony's a gelding now. Hahaha!"

Jenna looked over at her son as he held himself and tried to fight the pain and she laughed some more.

"I guess a gelding has their uses...better behaved...easier to control," said Jenna with a mischievous grin.

"Improves the gene pool," added Becky with a snicker.

"It will definitely make him better at shoulder wars," laughed Lara.

Jenna kept smiling. "At least Jasmine won't be able to cheat again by kicking his balls if he's a gelding."

"Hey I didn't cheat! Kicking your pony in the nuts isn't cheating!" responded Jasmine through her musical sounding laughter.

The women got out of the pool and went to sit in their barstools around the tall patio table, leaving troy alone in the pool to nurse his family jewels. After a few minutes his mother called out to him.

"Troy...after you find your balls be a dear and get us some drinks will you?" she asked with obvious amusement.

Troy slowly dragged himself out of the pool and went to the little tiki bar they had in their backyard and made everyone a frozen fruity drink filled with alcohol, rum, and topped with little toothpick umbrellas. He gingerly made his way over to the women, making the short hike back and forth to the bar a few times as he brought each woman their drink and returned to grab another. His mother was the last to receive hers and Troy stood before her, extending his arm to give her the pina colada in his hand. His eyes lingered once again on her swimsuit and her body. Little beads of water glistened on her skin and rolled down her body as gravity carried the droplets across her curves and between her tits.

Jenna sat there on her barstool with her legs crossed and had definitely noticed her son's eyes seemed to be stuck on her breasts. I can't really blame him, she thought. My tits ARE really awesome. But still...

What neither Troy nor Jenna noticed was Jasmine sneaking up behind Jenna with her own frozen drink in hand. As Jenna sat there amused by her son being so mesmerized by her body, Jasmine reached around and dumped the contents of her icy drink right between Jenna's perky boobs. The cold beverage caused Jenna to shriek and thrust her leg out, and she ended up kicking Troy square in his balls with her bare foot.

Jenna lept out of her chair, shivering. "Oh you bitch!" she said with a smile and a laugh, appreciating the joke.

Troy let out a bellow that sounded like a bull mooing as he slowly started to fall to the ground.

Oh shit my drink, thought Jenna! She quickly reached out and took her pina colada from Troy's trembling hand as he continued to moan and gradually fall. His gaze went from Jenna's eyes, to her breasts, and finally to her bikini bottom as his slow descent brought him in line with each of these highlights of his mother's body.

All five of the women laughed as Jenna shoved Jasmine backwards into the pool, and then grabbed a towel to wipe off the frozen drink from her sexy body. No one really seemed to care that Troy had been kicked in the balls again; not even his mother.

"Holy shit that drink was cold!" shouted Jenna. "I'll get you back Jasmine...don't worry!"

Jasmine surfaced from the water, flipping her wet hair from front to back and lifting herself out of the pool looking very much like she was a model in a beer commercial.

"What was cold was how you kicked your son in the nuts. Hahaha!" said Jasmine.

Jenna laughed along with her, looking down briefly at Troy as he rocked back and forth on the ground moaning. The other women chuckled as well, especially as Lara kicked her own foot high into the air in imitation of Jenna, followed by Becky doing an impression of Troy by groaning loudly, crossing her eyes, and grabbing her crotch while hunching over.

"Oh now come on ladies," said Jenna through her giggles. "It was just a kick in the balls. He'll be fine. You all know how guys like to overreact when kicked in the family jewels."

Jasmine refreshed her own drink since Troy wasn't moving from his spot on the concrete patio, and the ladies took their seats again. The ladies spent the next couple hours chit chatting with each other as Troy whimpered on the ground surrounded by their feet and toes.

Jenna occasionally glanced down at her son, amused that he was still down there clutching his gonads after so much time had passed. I must have really kicked his balls hard. I'll have to let him rub some oil on me to make it up to him.

Jasmine had similar thoughts. "Time for a tan! Do you think your son can swallow his nuts back down long enough to oil us up?"

Jenna smiled down at him and poked his cheek with her big toe. "What do you say, Troy? I need some baby oil rubbed on," she teased him. "Help me out?"

Jenna extended the bottle of baby oil towards him. That got Troy's attention and he managed to get to his knees, and with great difficulty was finally able to stand...although he was bowed slightly at the waist and knees.

"Do me first," said Jenna.

She stood there smiling innocently and Troy squeezed the bottle of baby oil so hard the cap popped off and a stream of oil squirted out the top. The symbolism wasn't lost on the women and Jenna raised an eyebrow as she looked at him as if to say "really?"

Troy recovered his composure and poured a generous amount of the slippery liquid into his free hand. He placed the bottle down and walked up behind his mom and started to apply the liquid all over her back, working his way down to her buttocks and legs. He then moved to her front and picked up the bottle of oil, but was stopped by Jenna.

"I'll take it from here, little pony." She didn't feel THAT bad about kicking his nuts. Troy watched as his mother squirted the slick liquid all over her tits and rubbed it in, moving down her abdomen, in between her thighs and even getting her fingers slightly under the bikini bottom to make sure she didn't miss a spot, and down her legs. Her body glistened in the sun, and she wondered if Troy's balls were as blue as her bikini. Or maybe they were just black and blue after getting bruised by her foot. Either way it was funny.

"My turn!" said Jasmine while adjusting her bikini top.

Troy looked over his shoulder at her incredible body and was super eager to get started. Maybe Jasmine would let him do her front, unlike his mom. Jenna reached down and grabbed the bottle of oil to hand to him, but her hand was super greasy from all the oil and as Troy turned to face her the bottle shot out of her hand like a rocket and nailed him right in the nads.

He bent over and squeaked, sounding like a squeezed dog toy, and his face contorted into a grimace. Jenna laughed first followed by her friends.

"Sorry Troy," she said without sounding too sorry. "You didn't need that ball, did you?" She laughed.

Too injured to help, Troy could only watch as his mother's hot friends took turns oiling each other up like some sort of 1980's teen sex comedy film. He spent the rest of his afternoon limping around the patio, serving cheese and crackers to the women, and preparing drinks. He watched their shimmering bodies as the sparkled in the sun, their oiled-up bodies reflecting the sunlight and making each of them look like some sort of mythical goddess.

None of them really cared that he continued to limp due to them busting his balls, and just ignored his lopsided walk like it was normal. After all, they couldn't know how much it hurt so they just disregarded it. When he wasn't serving the women he sat behind the bar holding an icepack on his nuts and just watched them sunbathe. He especially kept looking at his mom, replaying in his mind how she stood in front of him in the pool before she climbed onto his shoulders. He supposed it was worth getting his balls busted in exchange for that view. He just wished they hadn't busted his balls as many times as they did.

Jenna had a final surprise for her friends when she pulled out a bottle of chilled champagne.

"Troy honey, bring over some glasses for us," she said.

Troy did as instructed and stood in front of his mother and her friends as she struggled to release the cork from the bottle. Jenna twisted and pulled but the cork just wouldn't come free. She gave one last yank and with a loud POP the cork came out of the bottle like a bullet and they all watched as it shot Troy in the balls.

Rather than a deep moo sound like he made earlier, he now sang a different tune, mostly in soprano. He sang a lovely operatic solo as he stood there in shock.

Champagne gushed out of the end of the bottle in a tiny explosion causing the women to scramble to fill their glasses.

"I guess your son won't be having a good a time as this bottle of bubbly is," laughed Jasmine, referring to the bottle of champagne looking like it was having an orgasm as the alcohol spewed from the tip due to too much pressure.

The girls all thought that was funny, especially Jenna. She looked at Troy, who was now on his knees and still belting out a world-class high-pitched vibrato. She wondered for a moment what that must have felt like, taking a champagne cork to the nuts at high velocity, and then realized it didn't matter.

"Maybe he needs a little alcohol to take the edge off," suggested Emma wickedly.

Jenna thought about it for a moment as she watched her son topple onto his side.

"My balls...my balls," he cried.

"I don't think so," said Jenna. "Champagne doesn't seem to agree with him."

They all laughed.