A son with a big foot-fetish focused on his mom, and a mom who has a big testicular-fetish focused her son

Jeff was in love with his mother Patricia’s feet. He
was 18, she was 38. They were absolutely gorgeous as
far as he was concerned. He often fantasized about
licking her size 8 soles and sucking on her big toes.
Aside from having a foot fetish for his mom’s feet, he
also kept a much darker secret. He fantasized about
having his mother kick him hard in the balls.

It was difficult not to get hard around his mother
where his ball-busting and foot fetish was concerned.
She almost always walked around the house barefoot and
because of that her soles tended to develop a sort of
shine to them from buffing up against the floor all day
and collecting a thin layer of dust over the bottoms.
He knew from sniffing and licking the insides of her
dozens of pairs of high heels that her feet also
smelled and tasted like pure heaven.

Patricia also encouraged her son’s hard-ons whenever
they watched a movie together and some guy got kicked
in the balls. She would laugh like it was the funniest
thing in the world and say something like “I bet he’s
singing soprano now” or “No babies for him”. Jeff was
always looking for a way to get his mother to hit his
nuts but it didn’t work.

He attempted getting in her way or standing behind her
hoping she would swing her hand and hit him and even
tickling her and standing astride her feet with his
legs spread, but nothing worked. But he thought he had
finally hit upon an idea that would work.

He waited for the weekend, when he knew his mother
would be lounging around the house barefoot to ask his
question. Pat was in her bedroom sitting up on her bed,
dangling her soles over the edge, wiggling her toes
seductively. Jeff’s penis saluted her feet. His tight
fitting jeans managed to control the size of his member
to a small extent. Pat looked up ate her son and looked
at him quizzically. He had a video camera with him that
he proceeded to set up.

“What’s the camera for, Jeff?”

Now was time to see if his made up story would pass
muster. “Well we got this project at school. I have to
interview someone for my gym class and put it on
videotape. Afterwards we all share our videos with the
rest of the class. Each video has to do with an aspect
of self-defense. I figured I’d interview you. Everyone
always says you look good for your age and sometimes
mistake us for boyfriend/girlfriend, so I thought you’d
have had to protect yourself at one time or another
from some guy.”

His mother laughed and flexed her soles; Jeff’s
erection grew a tiny bit. “Well I have had to hurt a
few guys come to think of it. Alright, I’ll be your
guinea pig.”

Jeff set the videotape to rolling and made sure he
captured the whole room in the view. (After he got a
few close-ups of his mother’s soft shiny soles, of
course.) He took up a position opposite her feet on the
bed, making sure his legs were slightly spread and her
feet were somewhat positioned in the V his legs made.

“Whenever you’re ready,” said Patricia.

Jeff took a deep breath, swallowed hard and proceeded
to ask his first question. “Have you ever kicked a man
in the balls, Mom?”

His mother laughed again. “You better believe I’ve
kicked some balls in my time! There are a lot of guys
out there wearing their balls for earrings because of
me.”

Jeff’s penis twitched in his pants. “I guess we should
probably start at the beginning with this. Where did
you first learn about the sensitivity of a male’s
testicles?”

“Hmmm, well one of my friends when I was about 12 had a
sister a few years older than us and she told us both
about kicking a man where it counts if you want to stay
safe. We didn’t really understand why kicking a man
there would cause him pain but my friend Grace had a
pet dog. Her dog Max was a big mutt with even bigger
balls. Well, Grace put a muzzle on her dog and we took
him down to the basement where we knew we’d be alone.
Grace distracted Max from the front as she said it was
kind of gross to be touching a dog’s balls.

“So I went around behind the poor dog and took his big
nuts in my hand. I kind of rolled them around and Max
actually seemed to be enjoying that. So I figured ‘fuck
this, I’m trying to find out why balls hurt, not trying
to make this dog feel good’. I got pissed off and
squeezed. I don’t even think we needed that muzzle as
the dog just yelped and went down to the ground.”

Pat laughed at the memory. “Well I kept squeezing
because I thought this was the funniest thing. Well one
of Max’s nuts slipped out of my hand and now all my
strength was being used on just one ball. Next thing
you know, I feel cartilage go ‘SQUICK’ and Max’s big
nut just pops right in my hand.”

Patricia clenched her fist as if Max’s ball was still
in there. Jeff sighs wistfully. “Well anyway, Max is
lying there whimpering like he just lost his best
friend when we remembered that Grace’s older sister
said to ‘kick’ guys in the balls. So we waited for Max
to feel a little better and then I called him over like
I was trying to be all nice after hurting his baby-
makers.

“Well, that stupid fucking dog comes running over
wagging his tail and jumps up on me, standing on his
two back legs. Well what’s a girl to do? I kicked him
square in the balls! I apparently did enough damage
that Grace’s mother had to take Max to the vet so they
could finish the castration job that I started.”

“You mean they…”

“…cut his balls off? You bet they did!” laughed Pat.
“Grace and I never laughed so hard as we did when we
found out that they actually cut the dog’s nuts right
off! SNIP! SNIP!” Patricia made a ‘snipping’ motion
with two of her fingers, imitating a pair of scissors.
Jeff’s erection was almost becoming painful. Patsy
again wiggled her soft toes and wrinkled her shiny
soles. “So that’s how your mom learned about balls.”
She smiled at her son.

“When was the first time you actually used this
technique on a human male?”

“It wasn’t too long after the incident with Max,
actually. I was so fascinated by balls that I just HAD
to try kicking a boy at school! I wondered if a boy’s
balls would pop as easily as a dog’s. There was this
guy at school that used to tease the shit out of me at
recess, so one day I had him chase me around a corner
where no one could see what I was going to do. I didn’t
even wait for him to stop running towards me. I just
lifted my leg and… wait, why don’t I show you? After
all, you’re taping this and this will show HOW I kicked
that boy.”

Jeff couldn’t believe his luck! Was he finally going to
get his wish? He hadn’t expected his mother to
volunteer to bust his balls. He thought he’d have to
use the plan he originally had intended to use but he
wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

Jeff and Patsy stood up facing each other. “Spread your
legs a little bit.” Jeff did as he was told. “Well, the
guy came at me and I lifted my leg, smashing my foot,
RIGHT into his balls like this!” Suddenly Patricia DID
lift her leg, her foot flying upwards with blinding
speed towards her son’s nuts, and…..nothing.
Patricia’s foot stopped not more than half an inch from
the bulge of balls in her son’s pants. Jeff let out a
small squeak, almost as if he really had been kicked,
and rose up onto his tiptoes.

Patsy laughed. “What’s the matter? Afraid mom might pop
a ball? Well anyway, that’s what happened. The boy just
kind of stood there for a few seconds with his mouth
hanging open. Then he started making funny noises and
the little baby started crying and holding himself. He
fell down real slow and lay there. I just watched and
laughed at him, asking how much it hurt. I got into
trouble, but it was worth it!”

Pat went back to sitting on the bed, dangling the foot
which had just nearly crushed her son’s nuts. Jeff
stood there, trying to control the urges he was feeling
for his mother’s feet. After taking a few deep breaths,
he too returned to the bed. “Well mom, I can see why he
was making funny noises!” Jeff tried to laugh it off.
“So what do you think is the best way to get a guy
where it counts?”

“Hmmm, well there’s the obvious ways like kneeing the
nuts, or kicking in the balls. You can punch or elbow
or…” Pat smiled and bared her teeth, “CHEW!”

Jeff swallowed hard.

“I think I like kicking the best, though. There are so
many things you can do to a man’s nuts with your feet.
Here, look at my foot and I’ll explain.” Pat placed her
foot gently in her son’s outstretched hands. Jeff was
in heaven. He couldn’t believe he was actually holding
his mother’s foot! He had dreamed about this moment for
so long, and it was finally coming true! He struggled
to hide his excitement as he fondled his mother’s foot.

“Take for example my toes. If I were to kick you dead
on in the ball sack with the front of my toes,” said
Patricia as she wiggled her red painted toes.

“I would very probably sever the cords attaching your
balls to your body with my sharp toenails. Or look at
the top of my foot, or the ball of my foot.” Pat shoved
her sole to within inches of Jeff’s face so he could
closely examine the correct areas. His mother’s foot
was so close he could smell the sweet odor they gave
off. “I could, if done right, kick you with these areas
and burst your nuts. Or there is my bare heel. Feel how
hard it is.”

Jeff caressed her heel, lovingly stroking what could
potentially be a dangerous weapon. “If I get one of
your nuggets trapped between my bare heel and your
pelvic bone, I could quite literally POP your nut! The
result for all three scenarios is the same… no babies
for sonny-boy!” Pat laughed again and pulled her foot
away.

“Speaking of popping nuts, have you ever popped a guy’s
nuts before?”

“Of course, more times than I can remember! Back in
high school most of us girls were pretty sadistic, I
guess. We actually formed a secret ball-busting club.
Most of us members were cheerleaders, which came in
handy since we all had powerful legs for kicking. Well
in order to be a member of the club you had to perform
an ‘explosion’, as we called it. You had to make some
guy into a eunuch. It was really a good time. Mine was
with this dork who had a big crush on me. There was a
crush all right! This is how I did it.”

Patsy got off the bed again and lay down on her back on
the floor. She directed Jeff to stand over her. “Spread
your legs again, hon. I got him positioned like this
and asked him if he wanted me to do something special
to him with my feet. I told him he’d never forget it.
He said yes. I took hold of his ankles so he couldn’t
pull away and did THIS to him!”

Pat grabbed her son’s ankles and then rammed her bare
heel up right underneath his sack, stopping just short
of making contact. She then twisted her foot from side
to side, as if grinding out a cigarette. Jeff looked
down to see her sole and toes waving at him as his
mother twisted her foot. It was as if she was saying
bye-bye to his balls.

“What did the guy do?”

“He started crying and making faces. His eyes got real
big and his tongue was kind of sticking out of his
mouth. I guess I only had one ball between my heel and
his bone, so I only popped one. I had to re-load; I
guess you might say to destroy the other one. I pulled
my foot back and re-rammed it between his legs. POW! I
got the second one! I accused him of attacking me and I
got into no trouble. It was great!”

Pat got up off the floor and faked a knee to her son’s
crotch. Jeff covered up and backed up slightly. “What’s
the matter, Jeff?” She chased him around the room
playfully, lifting her knee towards his groin or trying
to fake him out with a pretend kick.

“I’ll REALLY show you what busting balls are about!”
His mother kept laughing at Jeff’s embarrassment with
the situation. But Patsy eventually sat down on the bed
again, waiting for whatever her son had to say next.
Jeff was so turned on at this point that he could no
longer wait to make his final statements and see what
happened.

“Well Mom, I guess that should do it.”

“Over all ready? I was just getting started!” laughed
mom.

“You know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get
kicked in the balls,” said Jeff, waiting for a
response.

“You’ve NEVER been kicked in the balls at school or
something? EVER?” said his Mom incredulously.

“Nope. And I don’t think it could possibly hurt as much
as they show in the movies.”

“I think you’d be surprised. I’ve kicked ALOT of boys
in the balls and they ALWAYS cry and make those funny
noises, just like in the movies.”

“I still don’t know. I wouldn’t mind taking a kick, at
least once, just to know what to watch out for. I
should probably know what I’m talking about for my
video if nothing else.” Jeff took a deep breath and
stumbled into his question. “Mom, do you think maybe
YOU could kick me? It’s just that I REALLY want to know
what it feels like, and I figure it’d be safest if I
got kicked here at home. After all, you have a lot of
ball-kicking experience and you’d make sure that if I
did get hurt bad you could get me to help quickly.
So… would you kick me in the balls, Mom… please?”

Jeff’s mother laughed. It was a musical sound. “I never
thought I’d hear a guy ASK me to kick him in the balls!
Well, I guess so. I’m warning you though, it’s gonna
hurt real bad.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take my chances.”

“Well what do you want? Should I knee your nuts? That
will hurt less than kicking.”

“No, I think I want the kick.”

“Brave man…..or should I say STUPID man,” laughed
Patsy. “Barefoot or with shoes? I could kick you with
my high heels, they’re VERY pointy though! How about my
candies? That would hurt BAD!”

“I think I’d like it barefoot. I don’t want to take TOO
many chances”

Both mother and son laughed. “Okay, Jeff, spread your
legs a little for me. Yes, like that. I want to make
sure I get your balls on the first try… BOTH balls!
Maybe you want to close your eyes for this.”

“No I want to watch!” said Jeff excitedly. Patricia
only smiled.

Mother and son stood facing each other. Son stood with
his legs spread… mother stood with her right leg
cocked back slightly, like a pistol waiting to go off.
“Here goes!!!” Then it happened, Jeff’s lifelong
fantasy now a reality. His mother swung her gorgeous
bare foot forward with great speed and accuracy, up
between her son’s legs, up between her son’s balls.
Patsy’s foot made a loud firm sounding ‘SMACK’, and she
could actually see her son’s balls compress in his
tight pants and sort of try to escape her foot by each
ball oozing over the sides of her foot.

There was no escape though, and his balls erupted in
fire by the ferocity of his mother’s kick. Patsy
lowered her leg and watched her son’s reaction closely.
She smiled as at first his mouth hung open in a silent
scream. Then his eyes started to water and quiet, soft
high-pitched wailing emanated from his open mouth. He
slowly started to slump to the ground and as he fell he
started to cry in earnest and whisper, “My balls, my
balls… ohhhhh my balls!” Jeff curled up in the fetal
position as his mother watched.

Patsy looked on, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction
and pride at how well she had kicked him. Jeff couldn’t
believe the pain he was in and thought he would die
from the pain. He could hear his mother chuckling to
herself and he remembered that she thought this sort of
thing was funny. Patsy waited by her son’s side for
half an hour before the pain had gone down enough that
he could crawl over to the bed and dragged himself up
to a sitting position.

“Was it everything you hoped for, son?” asked Patricia
with the biggest shit-eating grin he had ever seen.

“Ohhhh,” moaned Jeff softly as he rubbed his swollen
nuts, “I can’t believe you kicked me so hard. You’re my
MOM!”

“Hey, don’t forget that you asked to be kicked instead
of kneed! Now you can tell ME something. What does it
feel like?”

“It’s like the worst pain I’ve ever felt. I wished I
didn’t even have balls they hurt so bad! The pain was
like all over and seemed to be mostly in the pit of my
stomach. I couldn’t hardly breathe and all I could do
was cry. It hurt SOOOO bad!!!”

Patsy smiled, content with the answer. “I didn’t pop a
ball, did I?” She tried but couldn’t conceal her smile.
The thought of popping a guys balls… even her son’s
balls was very amusing to her.

“No, I think I’m gonna be alright.”

“You’ll be walking funny and talking funny for awhile
though!”

Again mother and son laughed together.

“Thanks Mom!”

“You’re welcome, son!”

Suddenly they both heard the backdoor open and heard a
pair of high heels come click-clacking across the
wooden floors. Jeff looked up to see his sister, Jenny
standing in the doorway smiling. She was looking down
at her brother.

“What the fuck happened here? You look like you’ve just
been kicked in the balls!” said his sister with a self-
satisfied smirk on her face.

“Your brother DID just get kicked in the balls. I was
showing him what it was like to be kicked.”

“All you had to do was ask ME, stupid,” said Jenny, “I
would have GLADLY kicked you in the nuts! What do you
say? Are you up for seconds?” His sister kneed an
imaginary man in the balls as they all laughed.

“I’ve got a great idea! Why don’t you also interview
your sister! Then let her kick you too! This way you’ll
be sure that it wasn’t just mom that can hurt your
balls like that, but all women!”

Both women smiled down at Jeff and he smiled back. They
both stood now in front of him and dangled their feet
in his face, slowly lowering their feet down to his
vulnerable crotch. Mom rested the ball of her bare foot
on one nut, while his sister placed the toe of her high
heel on the other ball.

“What do you say, Jeff? Double nut crunch?” asked his
sister.

“Do you realize that if we slip, Jeff, we’ll completely
pop and crush your balls?” said his mother between fits
of laughter. “My son won’t be having any babies!”

“Well, Jeff, what do we do?”

Jeff looked up at the two smiling faces above him and
smiled back, his face flushed in embarrassment. What
would he do?

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