Busting Bobby’s Balls

Busting Bobby’s Balls

by number2

Maria was a successful, attractive businesswoman and single mother in her late 30s. Her good-for-nothing husband had left her and her 17-year-old son Bobby five years ago feeling inadequate in the shadow of her achievements. After a brief period of adjustment for both her and Bobby they both realized they were better off without him. Bobby idolized his mother. He was in constant amazement at her accomplishments in the male-dominated business world. Maria in turn was a kind and loving mother to the only man in her life. Maria had never even thought about ball busting until that one fateful night.

Maria came home very late in the evening after an extremely long and exhausting day at work. Bobby had fallen asleep on the floor by the couch in the living room waiting for his mother to come home. (He would often wait for her to see how her day went.) All the lights in the house were off but the stereo was on. Maria walked through the hallway in the dark thinking that Bobby must have left the stereo on and gone to spend the night at a friend’s house. Heading towards the stereo, she felt her way through the dimly lit room failing to notice Bobby’s sprawled form on the carpet.

The pointed tip of her shoe made a direct hit on Bobby’s left nut and Maria was sent tumbling forward. Bobby awakened immediately, yelping loudly. Maria quickly crawled to a lamp and turned it on. Her son was seated and bent over on the floor, his hands cupping his jewels. He rocked back-and-forth trying to block out the pain. Maria instantly surmised what had happened and went to her injured son.

“Bobby, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there,” she said apologetically, cradling her boy. “Let mommy see what the damage is.”

She reached down and began to pull off his underwear. Bobby was in too much shock and pain to try and stop her. Maria’s eyes grew wide as she saw his nut had ballooned up to nearly twice its size. She bent down to examine it more closely. When she poked it delicately with her finger Bobby winced in agony.

“It’s not too bad,” she lied. “Let’s get you to bed. I’m sure it will be alright in the morning.” She helped Bobby up to his feet and walked him to his bedroom. She put him in the bed then went to the kitchen for an ice pack.

The ice pack was wet and slippery and when she returned to Bobby’s room it inadvertently slipped from her fingers and landed square on his enlarged teste. Booby howled in pain again and Maria apologized profusely. She left him in his room the ice balanced gingerly on his groin.

When she got to her own bedroom her heart was racing. At first she thought it was fear for her son’s health but thinking back she realized that each time she hurt her son’s balls she got more and more excited. Maybe it was revenge on all those male assholes at work or on her ex-husband or maybe it was just a deep-seated desire she had always had. Maria had no idea what it was but it made her flustered. She stripped out of her business suit and lay down for bed. She was unable to sleep though, until she fingered herself thinking about kicking Bobby’s nut. She brought herself to a mind-numbing orgasm and was finally able to relax and fall asleep.

The next few days went by uneventfully. Bobby’s scrotum returned to normal size but Maria couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. She had to try it again. The next day she saw her opportunity.

Bobby was sitting on the couch watching television. Maria asked him if he’d like some popcorn and he said that he would. As she left the room Maria strategically (and cunningly) placed the ottoman for her return. As the corn popped she became at excited at what would hopefully happen soon.

“Would you like butter on that?” she asked as she walked back into the room. Before Bobby could answer, Maria purposely tripped over the ottoman. Bobby attempted to catch her but her knee slammed right into his groin. A rush of air escaped his body and Maria knew she had scored a direct hit. Pushing herself off her son she made sure to grind her knee in a little bit more. Bobby grimaced and tried to pretend that nothing had happened but soon excused himself to go to bed. Maria smiled evilly as she watched him hobble away. She had not even had to finger herself this time. She came the moment her knee made contact. She retrieved the popcorn from the kitchen and stretched out on the couch feeling extremely satisfied with herself.

The next month was Hell for Bobby but absolute Heaven for Maria. Every chance she got to bust her son’s balls she took. Once while mopping up in the kitchen she called him in to help her. Watching the reflection in the microwave glass she knew the moment he entered before he spoke. She pulled the mop back jamming the end of the stick into his sack. She immediately apologized saying that she didn’t see him there. Bobby replied (a few octaves higher than normal) that it was okay but limped slowly out of the kitchen.

Another time she spilled a glass of juice on his lap. When she went to help him towel it off she conveniently slipped on the floor. Her hand landed in his lap and she pressed down to help regain her balance. Bobby grimaced as his balls were flattened between her palm and the hard wood chair.

Maria’s favorite though, was busting him with her high-heeled shoes. She took every opportunity she could find either pretending she didn’t see Bobby or “accidentally” tripping. She would do anything she could think of to kick or step on his balls with her heels. Each time it happened so would apologize profusely and blame herself. Bobby never knew what she was doing and never would have guessed that his adoring mother was destroying his balls for her sexual enjoyment.

Then came a very momentous day. She asked for help getting on her high-heeled leather boots. Bobby stood in front of her as she forced her foot into the tight shoe. As he pushed with all of his might Maria flexed her foot then shifted its position. Her foot (now in the boot) slipped out of his hand and plowed full force into his groin. She felt his shaft under the ball of her foot and knew the pointed heel had made contact with his nuts. Bobby flew backwards and collided with the bedroom wall, knocking himself unconscious.

Maria couldn’t resist this temptation. She unzipped Bobby’s pants and inspected his nutsack. It was blue and swollen from the weeks of abuse and just about the most beautiful thing Maria had ever seen. She stood up and looked down at her poor son. She started to probe his bulging scrotum with her unclad foot. Her pink toenails were a stark contrast to the purplish discoloration of his balls. Deeper and deeper she probed into him until her toes found the mush that was once his left testicle. She realized that she had popped his nut and a tremendous orgasm overtook her. She stood on her tiptoes over him, knowing he wasn’t coming into consciousness anytime soon. Wave after wave of orgasm flowed through her as she kneaded his former nut between her toes. She had to have more though. She stamped on the pulp with the sole and then the heel of her boot. Finally exhausted, yet satisfied at the state of her son’s privates, she stopped.

She stripped, showered the sweat off of her, got dressed again and drove Bobby to the hospital. She told the nurse that he had had a football accident (which wasn’t far from the truth, her foot, his balls). The doctors broke the bad news to her about her boy’s testicle and she had to stifle a giggle. They wrapped him up and gave him some painkillers and sent him home.

The next couple of weeks Maria (to her dismay) was unable to find any way to bust Bobby’s balls. Most of the time he was in bed doped up on the drugs the doctor had prescribed. Maria kept herself contented by sneaking peaks at Bobby’s privates when he was unconscious. The sight of his damaged goods was enough to give Maria what she needed. She knew that she would have to pop that other nut sometime; it felt so good. This time though, it would be on purpose and she would enjoy every second of it. She bided her time waiting for the perfect opportunity then one night it came.

Again she was coming home late from work. Bobby was in the bathroom changing his bandages being very careful with his injury. The water was running and he didn’t hear his mother arrive. Maria watched her son for a few moments. His unprotected sack swung freely between his open legs. She crept up slowly behind him, her shiny-black, 4-inch, patent leather pumps not making a sound on the plush carpeting. She felt a twinge of guilt at what she was contemplating but that was soon overwhelmed by a feeling of excitement.

She steadied herself, knowing she’d have only one good shot, took aim and fired a strong kick to Bobby’s dangling scrotum. Direct hit! The point of her shoe connected with Bobby’s remaining ball and continued up a few more inches. Bobby pitched forward, his forehead meeting the bathroom mirror. He blacked out immediately crumpling to the ground at Maria’s feet. Maria bent down and was thrilled to find his other nut was still intact.

She pulled him out to the living room where she would have more room to maneuver. Knowing this would be her last chance with Bobby’s balls, she wanted to do it right. She stripped off all her clothes except the heels and stood over her prone son naked and glistening with sweat. She opened his legs up wide and rested his dick on his stomach. She positioned herself between his legs, took one more look at her handiwork then leveled a swift kick to his sack.

Bobby’s body shot back a good six inches but he did not awaken. Wham! Wham! Wham! Maria kicked him three more times, each time feeling powerful and sexy as orgasm after orgasm ran through her body. She bent down and grabbed his swollen sack. She had not yet popped the nut but it was tender and pulpy to the touch.

She stood up and turned to the side. Placing the stiletto heel of her shoe on the mush that was Bobby’s former testicle she was able to cover his remaining one with the sole. She pressed down slightly with her sole then raised it. She did this several times, each time her foot going lower and lower, trying to keep this feeling as long as she could.

Suddenly Bobby started to come to. He raised his head and started to speak. “mom...” was all he was able to utter as Maria decided it was now or never and cruelly applied all of her weight downward. There was an audible ‘squish’ as her sole destroyed his manhood. Bobby blacked out from the pain immediately and never saw his mother grinding her shoe into the mess that once was his balls. Again and again she stomped down on him, with her shoes first and then barefoot, savoring every last moment.

When at last she was exhausted, she cleaned herself up and drove an unconscious Bobby to the hospital. She told the doctors she had come home and the place had been robbed and she found her son lying on the floor. When they gave her the terrible news that her son would never be able to have children a final orgasm shot through her body. Her work was done with him but maybe in the future...