delirun
05-21-2012, 04:13 AM
REPORT CARD BALL BASHING
By Kandor
Tom clutched his report card on his way home from school. He could feel his nuts aching already. Two C's, one B, and three A's wasn't gonna be good enough for his mom, it never was. No matter how good the grades, she always wanted him to do better and would punish him if he didn't. The high school senior trudged up the stairs to his house and went in to the kitchen, where his mother was washing dishes, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was a very pretty woman for her age of 44, tall, lean, athletic, rugged and very, very strong.. It was just the three of them: Tom, his older sister, Mary, and mom, after their father moved out, frightened for his life by his dominant wife. Tom looked at his mother and gulped. It was clear she was ready for the report card this afternoon; she wore tiny white shorts, loose blouse and white sandals on her feet, her long toenails painted red. Tom was in trouble already.
"Do you have your grades, Thomas?" his mother said, not looking at him but drying her hands to extend one, palm up, to the side. Tom put the report card in her hand and backed away. Outside, he heard his friends calling him to come play some ball. His mother looked at the report card and raised an eyebrow as she rolled her tongue around in her cheek. She put it down and called out the window. "Thomas will not be coming out today, boys," she said calmly but sternly. "It's report card day."
"Uh-oh," she heard one say to the others. "Tom's fucked now, we better get outta here before she takes it out on us,too." Tom's mother turned to face her son sternly. She leaned against the counter, her legs crossed at the ankle. Tom watched as she curled her toes, flexing the amazingly thick quad muscle in her top thigh, the lines of muscle showing in the calf of the foot she was working slowly. She wiggled her toes up and down, back and forth. Tom involuntarily crossed his hands in front of his crotch.
"Thomas, all A's is what it takes to get into college, get a good job, and amount to something more than your no-account father did," his mother said. "Two B's and one C are just not acceptable." Tom hung his head and watched out of the corner of his eye as his mother knelt before him. He whimpered as she slowly unbuckled his pants and tugged his pants down to his ankles, his cock and balls bobbing free. His mother smiled.
"Just so you don't think there is no reward for the A's you DID earn," she said lustily before opening her mouth wide and using her hand, lift his thick, limp cock to her lips. Tom moaned with pleasure and put his head back as his mother delivered a scorching blow job, her pretty face bobbing back and forth on his prong, her strong hand stroking the massive meat up and down as she sucked him harder, her cheeks hollowing out on the upstroke, filling with cockhead on the intake.
"Too bad this is so short, I could make otherwise good use of it," his mother said to him rudely, stopping the blowjob to jerk his quivering stick. "Honestly, Thomas, you'd think by this age you'd have a cock actually WORTH sucking..."
"Mom....gonna....cum....soon!" Tom warned his mother, his eyes closed. Quickly his mother slipped up to the countertop and extended her feet towards Tom's wet prick, slipping her shoes off and wrapping her silky insteps around his bobbing wand. Her muscular legs flexed madly before Tom's passion-glazed eyes as she straight-legged her feet onto his cock, pistoning his spit-slicked dong in the molten grip of her insteps. Tom's hips bucked uncontrollably and he jetted a huge load far up his mother's hard legs, a thick rib of boy spunk lining both thighs with two voluminous spurts, from the hem of her short shorts down over her shins. The woman smiled evily and now folded her feet up to jack her son off the rest of the way by using the bottoms of her feet, the soft pads of foot flesh coaxing another five boiling bolts of teen spunk. So much jism did the lad shoot that his mother's feet, from heel to toe, up and down, inside and out, was coated with his joy juice. By the time he stopped cumming, he was delirious with pleasure. His mother smiled as Tom slumped to a nearby kitchen chair. She extended her come-soaked feet to him with a smile - and a demand.
"Clean me, Thomas," she said, looking over her come-streaked toes to Tom's face. "Clean me now, do it right, and then your punishment may begin." Tom whimpered and extended his tongue out to the slime on his mother's feet, slowly but obediently sucking up and swallowing the gallons of nut sauce his cock had laid there seconds earlier. When one foot was clean, she used it to hook the back of her son's head and mash the other foot, totally covered with spew, all over his moaning face, making him eat every drop. When both feet were cleaned, she scissored his neck in her muscular calves and made him turn to one side and then the other to lick up the thick stripes of his still-warm ball juice, crunching the scissors up higher and higher as he licked it all from her shins, knees and finally her hard, powerful thighs. Once the job was done, she smiled down on her son whose head was beet red in the clamp of his mother's muscular limbs.
"A little sloppy, Thomas," she sighed, throbbing her hard thighs on his face for emphasis. "Now, the punishment." "But mom," Tom begged, tugging with his hands at his mother's tightening thighs. "Please...."
She smiled and relocked her ankles to hunker down the head-splitting scissors that immediately knocked him out cold. While he was out, she stripped him and tied him in a sitting position in the wooden kitchen chair, using some tape to pull his cock up and out of the way, taping it to his belly and leaving his balls flat on the wooden seat. She smiled and used her fingertips to flick at them, the sharp pain bringing him around from his scissor-induced coma. He awoke with a start and yelped in pain. "Please, mom, no more, I can't take it, please, please...." he begged, tears rolling down his face.
"Now, now Thomas, you have such nice, lovely and big balls," his mother hissed, kneeling before him to roll the tender sacks of meat in her strong right hand. "What shall I do with you?"
His mother stood up and put one naked foot onto his balls, the toes of that foot covering the flattened ball meat as she slowly mashed it into the chair. Tom screamed and struggled at his bonds, but couldn't move his hands nor his legs together to keep his mother from brutalizing his agates. She smiled down at him, hands on hips, one foot on the floor, the other twisting his mashed nut flesh as if putting out a cigarette. "OK, Thomas, you have three bad grades, so the equation is, three hours of ball torture as punishment," she said calmly, grinding her muscular calf from side to side, powering the mission of mashing his nutmeat flat under her painted toes.
"The time starts NOW!!" Tom thought the pain before this was bad, but it was nothing like the pain skyrocketing up through his belly to his brain as his mother brutally dropped one shapely knee down into his crotch, pulverizing his already abused balls by the impact. Wiggling her other leg in carefully, she somehow managed to get her other knee into the act, both of the bony surfaces grinding to a pulp Tom's much-abused ball bags. She held onto his shoulders for support. The pain was so great, Tom passed out. His mother climbed off, rubbing her hands together as if to signify a job well done.
"I'll give him a few minutes," she said to herself. "There's housework to be done."
The pretty blonde busied herself with the dishes, then some ironing before Tom came around a few minutes later, the tears not quite dry on his face as new ones formed when he saw his mom approach him, smiling - and a fistful of kitchen utensils in hand. "Let's see what I can cook up with these, young man," she said with a evil smile.
His mother took a large metal spatula, the one she used to flip eggs and pancakes, and raised her arm high. Tom shut his eyes, bracing for the blow, but it was much worse than he expected. The cold metal surface crashed into his mashed nutmeat over and over as his mother raised her strong arm up again and again, raining a never-ending series of blows onto his balls. His head lolled from side to side in agony. She laughed. "OK, now that they're cracked, let's scramble those eggs," she hissed, switching utensils and attacking his nuts with a whisk.
Her arm rippled as she wristed the wire whisk back and forth over his mashed nut package, fluffing them back to life and snapping them from side to side as she scrambled them. Laughing at his agony, she put that aside and picked up a hand-turned eggbeater, putting the cold metal of it on his nuts and quickly turning the handle. His sore ball flesh got caught up in the strands of metal as she tried to turn it harder, succeeding only in sending pinpoints of white-hot agony through his brutalized genitals.
"Hmm, how about the old spoon treatment, your father used to hate that," she sighed, picking up a big wooden spoon. Reaching under his nuts with one hand, she fluffed them in her fingers, holding the swollen meat in them and opening her hand wide. She lifted the spoon in the other and drove it down, the flat back of the wooden utensil smacking into his nut flesh with the sound of a hand cracking a face. Tom screamed - and then screamed no more, so great was the pain. He sat bolt upright,every muscle in his body tensed against the incredible agony as his ruthless mother spanked his balls for five solid minutes with the big wooden spoon.
"Time for some tossed salad, Tommy boy," she laughed, picking up a pair of large salad tongs, the kind with a big plastic spoon on one side, a fork on the other. "Eat your greens!"
Tom went blue in the face then white as his mother tonged his sore balls up in the device and then brutally twisted his captured nut package from one side to the other, and then in a 360 degree motion that threatened to rip off his nuts. Her arm was dancing with sinewy power now as she grit her teeth, sweat breaking out on her brow from the exertion of torturing her son's agonized balls. Again, as the pain mounted, he passed out cold.
"Too bad," his mother laughed to herself. "I was just gonna heat up the waffle iron."
By the time he awoke, his first hour of punishment was up, and now Tom found himself tied face down to his bed, arms tied to each bedpost as were his feet. His cock was free now and extending back between his spread legs, a thin string holding it tightly back and tied to the middle of his bed's frame - meaning his sore and agonized balls were totally exposed between his legs. He moaned into his pillow as he felt his mom kneel between his legs and softly massage his aching nuts. "Hour two, Thomas, has now begun," she said. "I promise, no kitchen utensils this time...only body parts!"
She raised herself off the bed and then let herself fall, knees first, onto his exposed nuts, the pain of which was only slightly less than before by virtue of them being mashed into a soft mattress rather than a hard chair. Still the pain was intense and agonizing, as his mother pivoted on both knees, pinpointing her bones into his 'nads, mashing them flat and grinding them brutally hard under her total body weight, feeling them turn to mush under her.
"Honestly, Thomas, I would think you'd hold up better than this, you little shit," she said impatiently, standing up now to position both big feet on his flattened nuts. "You start out with such promise, your balls all big and puffy and strong, and then you fail me by having them flatten so fucking easily. You sicken me, you turd, and it makes me want to punish you all the more."
His mother stood hard on his nuts now, the balls of her feet digging hard into the flesh, her extended toes jabbing at his tender asshole. She smiled evily and took to working a few toes up his tight ass at first and then as many as she could, curling them up to slip them inside, the action causing her feet to flex and punish his agonized nuts even more. Tom screamed a bloody scream into his bed and felt his body contort and shake with pain as his mother continued to dance on his balls and anally assault him with her painted toes.
"Don't you dare pass out on me, you fuck, don't you dare," she hissed, grinding her feet harder into his mashed nut package. "I'll go so much harder on you if you do..." He couldn't help it, the pain was so great he passed out cold. Angrily, his mother stepped off the bed and got a large, flat book to slide under his now large, flat nuts, a base upon which she could further destroy her son's balls. She waited for him to come around, pulling up a chair next to the bed the way a mother would do for a sick child she was about to read to. She smiled at Tom when he awoke and looked over at her, his arms and legs tensed against his bonds.
"I warned you, shrimp cock, not to pass out on me," she growled, looking into his eyes, which were drawn to the side by the sight of her balling one hand into a fist high above his ass. "I warned you..." Tom screamed a high-pitched, deathly wail as his mother drilled her fist down into his nuts, cracking them flat against the book beneath them, the meat of his balls quivering on impact and sending shivers of agony throughout his body.
With a grunt on each one and keeping her eyes locked on his, Tom's mom pulverized his balls, raining her fist down onto his brutalized ball flesh for five solid minutes until he could cry no more and again passed out cold. She smiled as she used her strong fingers to peel the flattened flesh of her son's balls off the book.
Untying him, she dragged him back to the living room where Tom's sister, Jennifer, was just coming home from school. Jen was a year older than Tom, a tall, leggy brunette with a disposition just like her mother's. She squealed with delight when she saw her mom drag her naked brother to the living room and toss him to the floor.
"How many hours this time, mom?" she asked excitedly, peeling off her skirt and blouse to stand in white bra and panties, and bare- footed. She'd just come from soccer practice and was still sweating, a thick layer of grime grunged up between her long toes. "Three, hon," her mother said, propping Tom up on the couch, legs spread. "Two down, one to go. Glad you're here to help." They waited until Tom came around and when he saw his sister, he started crying again. They laughed.
"You're so pathetic, you tiny-cocked turd," Jen hissed derisively. "Look at you, afraid of your own mother and sister. How sad." "Use his face for your pleasure, Jen," her mother said. "I'll take his cock and balls for mine."
Jen squealed with delight and ripped off her panties, walking over to Tom and kicking him in the face with a hard thigh, knocking him to his back. She straddled his face, her long, strong legs shiny with sweat. Tom trembled as he looked up the backs of his sister's legs to her white ass that Jen was kneading in her hands. Tom's mom knelt between his legs and worked his nuts, kneading the sore flesh in her hands, crushing the ball bags in her fingers.
"Mmmm, Tommy, I'm all ripe and gamy from practice," Jen hissed as she bent over to look at Tom between her legs. "I wanna hear you take a big whiff of my ass!"
With that, Jen dropped down hard as she spread her hammy asshalves in her hand, her oily shitchute opening up and devouring Tom's nose in it's sticky depth. He screamed from the assault on his sense of smell and from his mom now working his nuts with both hands, taking one in each and pulling them apart, stretching the skin out and twisting them brutally hard.
"Smell my shitty ass!" Jen screamed, kneading her creamy teen-girl assmeat in her hands, milking Tom's nose deeper inside her asshole. "Take a whiff or I'll fucking shit down your throat!" Tom feared she would so he took a big snort of air through his nose - and then gagged uncontrollably from the smell, the vibrations from his effort reverberating in Jen's hairy cunt chamber. She moaned and felt her pussy contract over Tom's mouth.
"Tongue me," she growled, reaching down to spread her pussy lips. "Suck my cunt, lick me out...it's ripe as hell down there and oughta be good and cheesy and tasty!!" Tom obeyed, whimpering, snaking his long tongue into the greasy folds of his sister's gushing cunt as his nose was being raped by Jen's gamy ass ring. She was riding his face with frenzy now. Their mom still crushed Tom's balls in her hands and watched with approval. "Very nice, Jen, very, very nice," the mother cooed, leaning over to bite Jen's hard nipples through her bra. "You're a very sexy girl, you know that?"
"I know, mom, I know..." Jen hissed, eyes closed, as she used her brother's face. "That's what the guys on the team told me this afternoon as I fucked five of them!" Tom moaned with the horror of realization that the oily goo rushing down his sucking mouth and dripping onto his probing tongue wasn't all Jen's orgasmic offerings, but the buried seed of five of Jen's soccer teammates, the big-cocked studs who regularly fucked the young girl. They'd gushed five loads into Jen's cunt not an hour ago and all of it was flowing down the young girl's tireless cuntal cavity to fill Tom's moaning mouth.
"Atta girl, make him suck that spunk!" her mother roared with approval as she twisted Tom's abused nuts one way then the other. "I used to love doing that to your father!"
Jen's ass clenched down hard on Tom's nose, nearly breaking it, as her pussy contracted in a violent, hip-snapping orgasm. When she was done, she climbed off Tom's tear-stained and come-streaked face. The two women stood, arms around each other, and kissed madly. "Mmmmm, such a long, long tongue on you, young lady, so much longer than his," Jen's mother moaned into her daughter's mouth. "Use it on me while I use your brother's pathetic cock."
"Why don't you let me call the boys over, you love those monster dicks, mom," Jen growled, pawing her mother's big titties. "Maybe some other time, but for now, we must continue your brother's punishment," her mother said, sitting between her son's legs and lifting his limp cock toward her mouth. "Clean your feet on his face while I get him hard."
Jen laughed and sat on the couch by Tom's head, curling the toes of one foot and slamming them into his moaning mouth. His eyes bugged open from the pain and stench of Jen's grimy toes.
"I had them in socks and sneaks all day long, at school and practice," she giggled, wiggling her toes inside his mouth. "Get that tongue between my toes and eat my toe jam NOW, slave brother!!" Tom's tongue snaked out between Jen's hot, sweaty toes and found the grit which he gagged back into his mouth to taste and swallow. Jen's hand flew in and out of her hot pussy, frigging her clit as Tom sucked her toes clean, first one foot, than the other. Between his legs was Tom's mother, eagerly sucking his cock into her mouth, hardening him. She got him to his full seven inches and pulled it out of her mouth, slowly stroking it in her hand as she used her other hand to whack his nuts.
"Fucking cock is so small, what a damn shame," she growled. "Not like your friend Timmy or Peter...Christ, those guys are hung like fucking horses."
"Mmmm, I love when you fuck those guys in front of Tommy, mom, that is SUCH a fucking turn-on," Jen squealed, fingering her hairy gash faster now.
"I know, it is," the mother sighed, sliding up to impale herself on her son's stiff prick. "But for now, this will do. Jen, get down and take care of his nuts while I try to get off on this piece of string he calls a cock!"
Jen eagerly obeyed, sitting behind her mother and ramming her naked feet up between Tom's legs into his agonized nuts. He was in a pain/pleasure state his mother and sister loved having him in, his cock buried in the heated velvet of his mom's amazingly tight cunt while his sister worked her toes to mash and knead his abused ball sacks. "You got a great ass, you know it mom?" Jen said admiringly as she watched her mother's rump contract and flex around her son's prick. "Let's get the strap-ons out later so I can fuck that ass, it's beautiful."
"Thanks, hon," her mother hissed. "I'm almost coming, honey, just wait until I do and then let him have it!!"
A minute later, the mother's pussy clamped down hard on Tom's quivering cock as she rippled out an orgasm, the muscles in her cuntal walls gripping his prick hard. As she came, Jen rammed her toes hard into Tom's nuts, popping them in their sacks and then shoving the ruined ball meat back up inside his body. He screamed a high-pitched scream as Jen tortured his nuts. His mother laughed, and climbed off. "Curl him up, it's time to make him eat his cum," the mother laughed, sitting by Tom's head.
She put both feet on his shoulders and reached down to grab his hands, pulling them up beside her. Her feet crossed around the front of his throat in a foot scissor hold, her long toes pressing against his chin, holding his face up and straight. Jen took his legs and curled them back toward his body until he was doubled over - and his still-stiff prick was facing directly at his open and screaming mouth. "No, Mom, Jen, please...don't...PLEASE!!!" he begged. Jen and mom laughed, as Jen snuggled up close to Tom's back to hold him in place and then slowly inserted three fingers into his asshole after wetting them in her mouth first. She moaned loudly as Tom screamed and worked them in deeper and deeper, watching his stiff cock jerk and twitch as she did.
"Do it, girl, do what I showed you!' her mom cried. "Find that prostate and watch the cum fly!!"
Jen growled and pushed her hand deeper up Tom's ass - and then hit the right button. Without laying a hand on his cock, Jen ****** her brother to cum, a huge ribbon of hot spunk lacing out of his prick and hitting him directly in the face. Shot after shot rippled out of his jetting cockhead as the women moaned with pleasure watching Tom douse his face with his own goo. Jen pistoned her hand in and out of his tight ass, fucking him hard until at least, the cream explosion subsided. She pulled her hand out of his ass and her mother unlocked her foot scissor from his throat. They stood up laughing as Tom lay crying on the living room rug, his nuts throbbing in agony, his face a blanket of his own spunk. They stood side by side, laughing down at the beaten boy. "Maybe now you'll study harder and get better grades, you piece of shit," the mother said, nudging his face with her toes, scooping up a load of spunk and making him suck it clean.
"I hope not, Mom," Jen said. "Then what would we punish him for?" The women laughed and hugged. They'd find something to bust Tom's balls about, they always did.
By Kandor
Tom clutched his report card on his way home from school. He could feel his nuts aching already. Two C's, one B, and three A's wasn't gonna be good enough for his mom, it never was. No matter how good the grades, she always wanted him to do better and would punish him if he didn't. The high school senior trudged up the stairs to his house and went in to the kitchen, where his mother was washing dishes, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was a very pretty woman for her age of 44, tall, lean, athletic, rugged and very, very strong.. It was just the three of them: Tom, his older sister, Mary, and mom, after their father moved out, frightened for his life by his dominant wife. Tom looked at his mother and gulped. It was clear she was ready for the report card this afternoon; she wore tiny white shorts, loose blouse and white sandals on her feet, her long toenails painted red. Tom was in trouble already.
"Do you have your grades, Thomas?" his mother said, not looking at him but drying her hands to extend one, palm up, to the side. Tom put the report card in her hand and backed away. Outside, he heard his friends calling him to come play some ball. His mother looked at the report card and raised an eyebrow as she rolled her tongue around in her cheek. She put it down and called out the window. "Thomas will not be coming out today, boys," she said calmly but sternly. "It's report card day."
"Uh-oh," she heard one say to the others. "Tom's fucked now, we better get outta here before she takes it out on us,too." Tom's mother turned to face her son sternly. She leaned against the counter, her legs crossed at the ankle. Tom watched as she curled her toes, flexing the amazingly thick quad muscle in her top thigh, the lines of muscle showing in the calf of the foot she was working slowly. She wiggled her toes up and down, back and forth. Tom involuntarily crossed his hands in front of his crotch.
"Thomas, all A's is what it takes to get into college, get a good job, and amount to something more than your no-account father did," his mother said. "Two B's and one C are just not acceptable." Tom hung his head and watched out of the corner of his eye as his mother knelt before him. He whimpered as she slowly unbuckled his pants and tugged his pants down to his ankles, his cock and balls bobbing free. His mother smiled.
"Just so you don't think there is no reward for the A's you DID earn," she said lustily before opening her mouth wide and using her hand, lift his thick, limp cock to her lips. Tom moaned with pleasure and put his head back as his mother delivered a scorching blow job, her pretty face bobbing back and forth on his prong, her strong hand stroking the massive meat up and down as she sucked him harder, her cheeks hollowing out on the upstroke, filling with cockhead on the intake.
"Too bad this is so short, I could make otherwise good use of it," his mother said to him rudely, stopping the blowjob to jerk his quivering stick. "Honestly, Thomas, you'd think by this age you'd have a cock actually WORTH sucking..."
"Mom....gonna....cum....soon!" Tom warned his mother, his eyes closed. Quickly his mother slipped up to the countertop and extended her feet towards Tom's wet prick, slipping her shoes off and wrapping her silky insteps around his bobbing wand. Her muscular legs flexed madly before Tom's passion-glazed eyes as she straight-legged her feet onto his cock, pistoning his spit-slicked dong in the molten grip of her insteps. Tom's hips bucked uncontrollably and he jetted a huge load far up his mother's hard legs, a thick rib of boy spunk lining both thighs with two voluminous spurts, from the hem of her short shorts down over her shins. The woman smiled evily and now folded her feet up to jack her son off the rest of the way by using the bottoms of her feet, the soft pads of foot flesh coaxing another five boiling bolts of teen spunk. So much jism did the lad shoot that his mother's feet, from heel to toe, up and down, inside and out, was coated with his joy juice. By the time he stopped cumming, he was delirious with pleasure. His mother smiled as Tom slumped to a nearby kitchen chair. She extended her come-soaked feet to him with a smile - and a demand.
"Clean me, Thomas," she said, looking over her come-streaked toes to Tom's face. "Clean me now, do it right, and then your punishment may begin." Tom whimpered and extended his tongue out to the slime on his mother's feet, slowly but obediently sucking up and swallowing the gallons of nut sauce his cock had laid there seconds earlier. When one foot was clean, she used it to hook the back of her son's head and mash the other foot, totally covered with spew, all over his moaning face, making him eat every drop. When both feet were cleaned, she scissored his neck in her muscular calves and made him turn to one side and then the other to lick up the thick stripes of his still-warm ball juice, crunching the scissors up higher and higher as he licked it all from her shins, knees and finally her hard, powerful thighs. Once the job was done, she smiled down on her son whose head was beet red in the clamp of his mother's muscular limbs.
"A little sloppy, Thomas," she sighed, throbbing her hard thighs on his face for emphasis. "Now, the punishment." "But mom," Tom begged, tugging with his hands at his mother's tightening thighs. "Please...."
She smiled and relocked her ankles to hunker down the head-splitting scissors that immediately knocked him out cold. While he was out, she stripped him and tied him in a sitting position in the wooden kitchen chair, using some tape to pull his cock up and out of the way, taping it to his belly and leaving his balls flat on the wooden seat. She smiled and used her fingertips to flick at them, the sharp pain bringing him around from his scissor-induced coma. He awoke with a start and yelped in pain. "Please, mom, no more, I can't take it, please, please...." he begged, tears rolling down his face.
"Now, now Thomas, you have such nice, lovely and big balls," his mother hissed, kneeling before him to roll the tender sacks of meat in her strong right hand. "What shall I do with you?"
His mother stood up and put one naked foot onto his balls, the toes of that foot covering the flattened ball meat as she slowly mashed it into the chair. Tom screamed and struggled at his bonds, but couldn't move his hands nor his legs together to keep his mother from brutalizing his agates. She smiled down at him, hands on hips, one foot on the floor, the other twisting his mashed nut flesh as if putting out a cigarette. "OK, Thomas, you have three bad grades, so the equation is, three hours of ball torture as punishment," she said calmly, grinding her muscular calf from side to side, powering the mission of mashing his nutmeat flat under her painted toes.
"The time starts NOW!!" Tom thought the pain before this was bad, but it was nothing like the pain skyrocketing up through his belly to his brain as his mother brutally dropped one shapely knee down into his crotch, pulverizing his already abused balls by the impact. Wiggling her other leg in carefully, she somehow managed to get her other knee into the act, both of the bony surfaces grinding to a pulp Tom's much-abused ball bags. She held onto his shoulders for support. The pain was so great, Tom passed out. His mother climbed off, rubbing her hands together as if to signify a job well done.
"I'll give him a few minutes," she said to herself. "There's housework to be done."
The pretty blonde busied herself with the dishes, then some ironing before Tom came around a few minutes later, the tears not quite dry on his face as new ones formed when he saw his mom approach him, smiling - and a fistful of kitchen utensils in hand. "Let's see what I can cook up with these, young man," she said with a evil smile.
His mother took a large metal spatula, the one she used to flip eggs and pancakes, and raised her arm high. Tom shut his eyes, bracing for the blow, but it was much worse than he expected. The cold metal surface crashed into his mashed nutmeat over and over as his mother raised her strong arm up again and again, raining a never-ending series of blows onto his balls. His head lolled from side to side in agony. She laughed. "OK, now that they're cracked, let's scramble those eggs," she hissed, switching utensils and attacking his nuts with a whisk.
Her arm rippled as she wristed the wire whisk back and forth over his mashed nut package, fluffing them back to life and snapping them from side to side as she scrambled them. Laughing at his agony, she put that aside and picked up a hand-turned eggbeater, putting the cold metal of it on his nuts and quickly turning the handle. His sore ball flesh got caught up in the strands of metal as she tried to turn it harder, succeeding only in sending pinpoints of white-hot agony through his brutalized genitals.
"Hmm, how about the old spoon treatment, your father used to hate that," she sighed, picking up a big wooden spoon. Reaching under his nuts with one hand, she fluffed them in her fingers, holding the swollen meat in them and opening her hand wide. She lifted the spoon in the other and drove it down, the flat back of the wooden utensil smacking into his nut flesh with the sound of a hand cracking a face. Tom screamed - and then screamed no more, so great was the pain. He sat bolt upright,every muscle in his body tensed against the incredible agony as his ruthless mother spanked his balls for five solid minutes with the big wooden spoon.
"Time for some tossed salad, Tommy boy," she laughed, picking up a pair of large salad tongs, the kind with a big plastic spoon on one side, a fork on the other. "Eat your greens!"
Tom went blue in the face then white as his mother tonged his sore balls up in the device and then brutally twisted his captured nut package from one side to the other, and then in a 360 degree motion that threatened to rip off his nuts. Her arm was dancing with sinewy power now as she grit her teeth, sweat breaking out on her brow from the exertion of torturing her son's agonized balls. Again, as the pain mounted, he passed out cold.
"Too bad," his mother laughed to herself. "I was just gonna heat up the waffle iron."
By the time he awoke, his first hour of punishment was up, and now Tom found himself tied face down to his bed, arms tied to each bedpost as were his feet. His cock was free now and extending back between his spread legs, a thin string holding it tightly back and tied to the middle of his bed's frame - meaning his sore and agonized balls were totally exposed between his legs. He moaned into his pillow as he felt his mom kneel between his legs and softly massage his aching nuts. "Hour two, Thomas, has now begun," she said. "I promise, no kitchen utensils this time...only body parts!"
She raised herself off the bed and then let herself fall, knees first, onto his exposed nuts, the pain of which was only slightly less than before by virtue of them being mashed into a soft mattress rather than a hard chair. Still the pain was intense and agonizing, as his mother pivoted on both knees, pinpointing her bones into his 'nads, mashing them flat and grinding them brutally hard under her total body weight, feeling them turn to mush under her.
"Honestly, Thomas, I would think you'd hold up better than this, you little shit," she said impatiently, standing up now to position both big feet on his flattened nuts. "You start out with such promise, your balls all big and puffy and strong, and then you fail me by having them flatten so fucking easily. You sicken me, you turd, and it makes me want to punish you all the more."
His mother stood hard on his nuts now, the balls of her feet digging hard into the flesh, her extended toes jabbing at his tender asshole. She smiled evily and took to working a few toes up his tight ass at first and then as many as she could, curling them up to slip them inside, the action causing her feet to flex and punish his agonized nuts even more. Tom screamed a bloody scream into his bed and felt his body contort and shake with pain as his mother continued to dance on his balls and anally assault him with her painted toes.
"Don't you dare pass out on me, you fuck, don't you dare," she hissed, grinding her feet harder into his mashed nut package. "I'll go so much harder on you if you do..." He couldn't help it, the pain was so great he passed out cold. Angrily, his mother stepped off the bed and got a large, flat book to slide under his now large, flat nuts, a base upon which she could further destroy her son's balls. She waited for him to come around, pulling up a chair next to the bed the way a mother would do for a sick child she was about to read to. She smiled at Tom when he awoke and looked over at her, his arms and legs tensed against his bonds.
"I warned you, shrimp cock, not to pass out on me," she growled, looking into his eyes, which were drawn to the side by the sight of her balling one hand into a fist high above his ass. "I warned you..." Tom screamed a high-pitched, deathly wail as his mother drilled her fist down into his nuts, cracking them flat against the book beneath them, the meat of his balls quivering on impact and sending shivers of agony throughout his body.
With a grunt on each one and keeping her eyes locked on his, Tom's mom pulverized his balls, raining her fist down onto his brutalized ball flesh for five solid minutes until he could cry no more and again passed out cold. She smiled as she used her strong fingers to peel the flattened flesh of her son's balls off the book.
Untying him, she dragged him back to the living room where Tom's sister, Jennifer, was just coming home from school. Jen was a year older than Tom, a tall, leggy brunette with a disposition just like her mother's. She squealed with delight when she saw her mom drag her naked brother to the living room and toss him to the floor.
"How many hours this time, mom?" she asked excitedly, peeling off her skirt and blouse to stand in white bra and panties, and bare- footed. She'd just come from soccer practice and was still sweating, a thick layer of grime grunged up between her long toes. "Three, hon," her mother said, propping Tom up on the couch, legs spread. "Two down, one to go. Glad you're here to help." They waited until Tom came around and when he saw his sister, he started crying again. They laughed.
"You're so pathetic, you tiny-cocked turd," Jen hissed derisively. "Look at you, afraid of your own mother and sister. How sad." "Use his face for your pleasure, Jen," her mother said. "I'll take his cock and balls for mine."
Jen squealed with delight and ripped off her panties, walking over to Tom and kicking him in the face with a hard thigh, knocking him to his back. She straddled his face, her long, strong legs shiny with sweat. Tom trembled as he looked up the backs of his sister's legs to her white ass that Jen was kneading in her hands. Tom's mom knelt between his legs and worked his nuts, kneading the sore flesh in her hands, crushing the ball bags in her fingers.
"Mmmm, Tommy, I'm all ripe and gamy from practice," Jen hissed as she bent over to look at Tom between her legs. "I wanna hear you take a big whiff of my ass!"
With that, Jen dropped down hard as she spread her hammy asshalves in her hand, her oily shitchute opening up and devouring Tom's nose in it's sticky depth. He screamed from the assault on his sense of smell and from his mom now working his nuts with both hands, taking one in each and pulling them apart, stretching the skin out and twisting them brutally hard.
"Smell my shitty ass!" Jen screamed, kneading her creamy teen-girl assmeat in her hands, milking Tom's nose deeper inside her asshole. "Take a whiff or I'll fucking shit down your throat!" Tom feared she would so he took a big snort of air through his nose - and then gagged uncontrollably from the smell, the vibrations from his effort reverberating in Jen's hairy cunt chamber. She moaned and felt her pussy contract over Tom's mouth.
"Tongue me," she growled, reaching down to spread her pussy lips. "Suck my cunt, lick me out...it's ripe as hell down there and oughta be good and cheesy and tasty!!" Tom obeyed, whimpering, snaking his long tongue into the greasy folds of his sister's gushing cunt as his nose was being raped by Jen's gamy ass ring. She was riding his face with frenzy now. Their mom still crushed Tom's balls in her hands and watched with approval. "Very nice, Jen, very, very nice," the mother cooed, leaning over to bite Jen's hard nipples through her bra. "You're a very sexy girl, you know that?"
"I know, mom, I know..." Jen hissed, eyes closed, as she used her brother's face. "That's what the guys on the team told me this afternoon as I fucked five of them!" Tom moaned with the horror of realization that the oily goo rushing down his sucking mouth and dripping onto his probing tongue wasn't all Jen's orgasmic offerings, but the buried seed of five of Jen's soccer teammates, the big-cocked studs who regularly fucked the young girl. They'd gushed five loads into Jen's cunt not an hour ago and all of it was flowing down the young girl's tireless cuntal cavity to fill Tom's moaning mouth.
"Atta girl, make him suck that spunk!" her mother roared with approval as she twisted Tom's abused nuts one way then the other. "I used to love doing that to your father!"
Jen's ass clenched down hard on Tom's nose, nearly breaking it, as her pussy contracted in a violent, hip-snapping orgasm. When she was done, she climbed off Tom's tear-stained and come-streaked face. The two women stood, arms around each other, and kissed madly. "Mmmmm, such a long, long tongue on you, young lady, so much longer than his," Jen's mother moaned into her daughter's mouth. "Use it on me while I use your brother's pathetic cock."
"Why don't you let me call the boys over, you love those monster dicks, mom," Jen growled, pawing her mother's big titties. "Maybe some other time, but for now, we must continue your brother's punishment," her mother said, sitting between her son's legs and lifting his limp cock toward her mouth. "Clean your feet on his face while I get him hard."
Jen laughed and sat on the couch by Tom's head, curling the toes of one foot and slamming them into his moaning mouth. His eyes bugged open from the pain and stench of Jen's grimy toes.
"I had them in socks and sneaks all day long, at school and practice," she giggled, wiggling her toes inside his mouth. "Get that tongue between my toes and eat my toe jam NOW, slave brother!!" Tom's tongue snaked out between Jen's hot, sweaty toes and found the grit which he gagged back into his mouth to taste and swallow. Jen's hand flew in and out of her hot pussy, frigging her clit as Tom sucked her toes clean, first one foot, than the other. Between his legs was Tom's mother, eagerly sucking his cock into her mouth, hardening him. She got him to his full seven inches and pulled it out of her mouth, slowly stroking it in her hand as she used her other hand to whack his nuts.
"Fucking cock is so small, what a damn shame," she growled. "Not like your friend Timmy or Peter...Christ, those guys are hung like fucking horses."
"Mmmm, I love when you fuck those guys in front of Tommy, mom, that is SUCH a fucking turn-on," Jen squealed, fingering her hairy gash faster now.
"I know, it is," the mother sighed, sliding up to impale herself on her son's stiff prick. "But for now, this will do. Jen, get down and take care of his nuts while I try to get off on this piece of string he calls a cock!"
Jen eagerly obeyed, sitting behind her mother and ramming her naked feet up between Tom's legs into his agonized nuts. He was in a pain/pleasure state his mother and sister loved having him in, his cock buried in the heated velvet of his mom's amazingly tight cunt while his sister worked her toes to mash and knead his abused ball sacks. "You got a great ass, you know it mom?" Jen said admiringly as she watched her mother's rump contract and flex around her son's prick. "Let's get the strap-ons out later so I can fuck that ass, it's beautiful."
"Thanks, hon," her mother hissed. "I'm almost coming, honey, just wait until I do and then let him have it!!"
A minute later, the mother's pussy clamped down hard on Tom's quivering cock as she rippled out an orgasm, the muscles in her cuntal walls gripping his prick hard. As she came, Jen rammed her toes hard into Tom's nuts, popping them in their sacks and then shoving the ruined ball meat back up inside his body. He screamed a high-pitched scream as Jen tortured his nuts. His mother laughed, and climbed off. "Curl him up, it's time to make him eat his cum," the mother laughed, sitting by Tom's head.
She put both feet on his shoulders and reached down to grab his hands, pulling them up beside her. Her feet crossed around the front of his throat in a foot scissor hold, her long toes pressing against his chin, holding his face up and straight. Jen took his legs and curled them back toward his body until he was doubled over - and his still-stiff prick was facing directly at his open and screaming mouth. "No, Mom, Jen, please...don't...PLEASE!!!" he begged. Jen and mom laughed, as Jen snuggled up close to Tom's back to hold him in place and then slowly inserted three fingers into his asshole after wetting them in her mouth first. She moaned loudly as Tom screamed and worked them in deeper and deeper, watching his stiff cock jerk and twitch as she did.
"Do it, girl, do what I showed you!' her mom cried. "Find that prostate and watch the cum fly!!"
Jen growled and pushed her hand deeper up Tom's ass - and then hit the right button. Without laying a hand on his cock, Jen ****** her brother to cum, a huge ribbon of hot spunk lacing out of his prick and hitting him directly in the face. Shot after shot rippled out of his jetting cockhead as the women moaned with pleasure watching Tom douse his face with his own goo. Jen pistoned her hand in and out of his tight ass, fucking him hard until at least, the cream explosion subsided. She pulled her hand out of his ass and her mother unlocked her foot scissor from his throat. They stood up laughing as Tom lay crying on the living room rug, his nuts throbbing in agony, his face a blanket of his own spunk. They stood side by side, laughing down at the beaten boy. "Maybe now you'll study harder and get better grades, you piece of shit," the mother said, nudging his face with her toes, scooping up a load of spunk and making him suck it clean.
"I hope not, Mom," Jen said. "Then what would we punish him for?" The women laughed and hugged. They'd find something to bust Tom's balls about, they always did.