Senior Slump Part 7: Dinner Time

Part 6 (https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/18y4n0c/senior_slump_part_6_afterglow/)

Sam, after changing into some less sweaty clothes, went down to help with dinner. It was Friday, and that meant it was family night. "F for Friday, F for family" is what his mother said. It was a tradition they had had ever since his dad has left when he was seven - a way for them to remain connected, even through hard times.

"Hey, sweetie." his mom smiled at him as he entered the kitchen.

"Hi. So, what are we making? I'm starving."

"Of course you are, dear." she chuckled, "I thought chicken and potatoes, what do you think?"

"Sounds great."

"Wonderful. How about your go get Penny while I get thing ready? I think I heard her taking a shower a bit ago."

"Sure."

And he hurried back up the stairs to the bathroom. He heard the sounds of humming from inside and with a mischievous smile, surreptitiously tested the handle to see if it was locked. He grinned when he discovered that it wasn't. Quiet as he could be, he turned the handle and ever so slowly pushed the door open. Too focused on toweling off her hair, Penny didn't notice. He snuck up behind her while her face was buried in the towel, and savoring his sweet, sweet victory, he grabbed her tits from behind, with a, "Honk!"

"Ah!" came Penny's muffled cry as she whirled around to face her attacker.

"Asshole! You scared the shit out of me! God, you're so annoying!"

Though irritated, Sam could by her rosy cheeks and the smile she was trying to hide that she was still pleased, and excited by his touch.

"Sorry, I'm your brother. It's my job. Anyway, Mom says to come help with dinner."

"Ugh, fine. Just get out of here, you little creep!"

"You liked it." he grinned.

"Shut up!" she said, though her face said otherwise.

Sam chuckled as he left and made his way back down to the kitchen. The rest of the evening felt strangely normal to Sam. The three of them made dinner, sat down to eat, and talked normally. The rest of the day had been so full of unexpected twists and revelations that a normal family dinner felt oddly out of place. At least, it was a normal dinner, until halfway through eating, his mother turned to him and said,

"So, Sam. I got a call from your teacher today, Ms. Powell."

Sam blanched and looked over at Penny, who had stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth.

"She told me what you agreed to in class."

For a moment, it felt as though time had stopped. He could hear nothing but rushing in his ears, and he sat their frozen. There was no way Ms. Powell had really told her right? There was no way. That would be insane. Insane! No, she must have told her something else. That he had agreed to be a teacher's assistant or something, right? That had to be it.

"What- what?" he sputtered, finally.

"It's okay, honey. I just want you to know how proud of you I am." she said, reaching over and putting her hand on his. Penny was staring at her mother, fork halfway to her mouth.

"You are?" Sam said, stunned.

"Of course I am. I think it's great that you're empowering all those young girls. I think it was very brave of you."

Of course. That just made sense. The rest of this day had been completely insane, so why would this be any different? Sam stared forward, finally accepting that the world had simply been turned upside down.

"Gee, thanks." he said flatly.

Penny let out a small laugh at this. She was gazing at him with a mix of amusement, pitty, and downright astonishment.

"Don't laugh, Penny. It's a really great thing he's doing. Sam, you don't have to be embarrassed, okay, honey? I really am proud of you."

It was Sam's turn to let out a humorless laugh.

"Of course not, what's there to be embarrassed about? Just my mom talking about my fucking balls at the dinner table. Not embarrassing at all."

"Language, young man!" His Mom said, with a slight smile. "Look, it doesn't have to be awkward, okay? How about we start doing the same thing here at home? That way you'll feel comfortable talking about it."

"Are you kidding me? No way!" said Sam, unable to believe his ears.

"Come one, honey. It'll be fun! For me and Penny, at least!" she chuckled, and glanced at Penny, who was still staring, open mouthed.

"No. I'm done with this conversation." said Sam abruptly, pushing his plate away and standing up.

He didn't know what he was feeling, but he knew he had to leave. He stomped his way up to his room, shut the door and leaned against it. Had that really just happened? Had his mother really suggested that? His heart was pounding. He was feeling confused, surprised, but also... excited? As much as he had initially rejected the thought, he could not deny that a part of him, maybe a small part, but a part of him, liked the idea. Was this really what he wanted his life to become? Constant ball torture? At home and at school? He felt a surge of blood rush to his cock as he imagined it.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

Just then, there came a knock on his door that jolted him out of his revery.

"Sweety? Can we talk please? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Sam moved away from the door, but yet nothing, not sure what he wanted to do.

"Sam, can you please just open the door, honey? I just want to talk to you."

He waited for a beat.

"Fuck." he said again, under his breath. Then he went and opened the door.

His mom was there on the other side, an apologetic look on her face.

"Can we talk?" she said gingerly.

"Fine." said Sam, gesturing her inside.

She sat down on his bed he turned around, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there, honey. It's just I sometimes forget you guys didn't grow up being as open about sex as I did."

"Mom!"

"What? It's nothing to be ashamed of, Sam. Truth be told, my brother, your uncle Jim was the same as you growing up. He never missed a chance to get his balls busted. I thought it was so funny when I figured it out. Your aunt Jamie and I used to wake him up every morning with a solid punch to the old family jewels, you know. We'd sneak into his room, she'd pull down his pants and hold his balls, and we'd take turns smashing them until he was up and pushed us away. He pretended to be mad, but he couldn't fool us. His dick would get so hard I thought it would explode! And of course we always listened to him jerking off after we left."

She paused for a moment, looking off into the distance, seemingly caught up in fond memories.

Sam's face was scarlet by this point, and his cock was rock hard.

"The point is, honey, I get it. I didn't think this aspect of my life would ever come up again, especially after I had you and Penny. But hearing about it all today, it just brought up some memories for me, and I felt like I had to ask. I'm not forcing you to do anything, but,"

She reached forward and gently squeezed Sam's nuts through his shorts,

"Just think about, okay, honey? If you're anything like your uncle, I think we could all have a lot of fun."

Sam let out a gasp as she released him, and then left him alone with his thoughts.

Once again, he whispered, "Fuck."