Mom educates son

*(All characters in this story are over the age of 18.)*

Zach was just about to walk out the door to his summer taekwondo class, when his mom Melissa stopped him.

"Hey kid!" she called out, running to him. "You forgot your cup!"

In her hands, Melissa held an athletic cup. She offered it to her son, but he waved her away.

"Thanks, Mom, but I don't need it. I appreciate it though," he said.

Melissa scowled. She was in her mid-40s, a body ten years younger from working out and doing yoga. Her son Zach was home from college for the summer, and he was taking a summer taekwondo class with his girlfriend, Olivia.

"Yes you do," Melissa told him in no uncertain terms. "You need to always wear your cup." She had bought the cup for him as a present. "You're doing full-contact sparring, right?"

"Yeah, but I figure I can block groin shots," Zach shrugged. "Besides, I'm a big boy now, I can take it."

Melissa laughed darkly, shaking her head. "No you can not take it," she told him. "These are your *balls* we're talking about here, kiddo. One good hit there and you'll be down on your face crying your eyes out."

Zach was annoyed at that image, and he was annoyed that his mother was treating him like a kid. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," he growled, and started to open the door.

As he did, Melissa did the only thing she could think to do. She stepped forward quickly and gave her son a very very light slap to the front of his groin.

"Aaaagghh!" Zach shouted, jerking and bending over. "Mom, what the fuck?! You hit me in the nuts!!"

Melissa stepped back, a little ashamed of what she had just done, but resolved that her son needed to learn his lesson.

"I just tapped you," she said. "That's about two percent of the strength of a front kick."

"Mom, that sucked," Zach complained. "In a sparring match I would totally see that coming. Anyway it's not like it hurt that much."

Melissa looked at her son coolly. "Oh, it didn't? I guess there's some other reason you're doubled over right now."

"Is that what you did when you studied karate?", Zach asked resentfully, glaring up at his mom. "Always go for the balls?"

"Hey, it's an effective attack," Melissa shrugged. "Men have more upper body strength, so we women have to use whatever advantages we can. But the men I sparred with always knew to wear a cup. Including your father."

"You kicked DAD in the nuts?" Zach asked, gaping. His father, David, was at work.

Melissa nodded. "We were sparring partners, even after we started going out," she said. "Trust me, he knew to respect the power of the female foot." She thought about old times, reliving fond memories.

"Tell you what," said Melissa. "Stay home and spar with me. You can go to the later class instead."

Zach wanted to show his mom that he could stand up for himself. He also wanted to get her back for the sack tap she had just given him.

"OK," he said. "Let's go. You still have your dobok? Or whatever they call it?"

"Gi," she corrected him. "And yes I do. Go clear out the living room while I get changed."

In a couple minutes, Melissa returned, wearing her white karate dogi from twenty years earlier, with her long auburn pulled back into a ponytail. Zach had cleared out the center of their house's big living room, and was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practicing strikes.

"You ready?" she asked her son. "You bet," he said. "Let's go."

Mother and son stood across from each other and bowed. They squared off into their respective stances. Zach was almost a head taller than his mother, with floppy sandy hair and long arms and legs. But he had only been doing taekwondo for a year, and Melissa had done karate for a decade.

Zach came at her aggressively, wanting to show his mother that he wasn't someone to be trifled with. Melissa stepped to the side, parrying his punches and kicks, keeping her distance. Frustrated, Zach came right at her, kicking high at her chest. Melissa sidestepped the kick, then stepped forward and gave Zach a light slap to his unprotected balls.

"Aaaaghhh!" Zach howled and doubled over, holding his crotch with one hand.

"See?" Melissa said. "This is what it feels like to have your balls hit. Even a light strike can be devastating. Don't you wish you had had a cup just now?"

"I'm not devastated," said Zach through gritted teeth. "Hold on a sec. I'm fine."

"Have you never had your balls hit before?" Melissa asked.

"Of course I have," Zach said. "You just caught me at a lucky angle."

Melissa sighed. Her son was so headstrong. He took after her in that way. She gave Zach time to recover, and in a minute he was back in his stance, ready for more.

This time Zach was a little more cautious, keeping his side to her, and striking more with his hands than with his legs. Melissa let him try to hit her a little bit. Then she stopped defending and hit him with a couple of punches and low kicks, forcing him onto the defensive. He stepped back, surprised at his mother's agility. She was as fast as the instructors in his class.

Melissa didn't want to hit her son in his balls again, but she knew he had to learn his lesson. She stepped to the side and kicked Zach in the back of the leg. When he lost his balance, she kicked to the side and lightly smacked her toes into her son's groin.

"FUCK!!" Zach bellowed, and went down, clutching himself. "Not again!! Aaghhh!!"

Melissa sighed, and patiently lectured her son while he was down on the ground. "Zach, you have to deal with reality. It's like nature put high explosives between your legs. Without a cup your balls are just a target. Is it worth going through agony every time you get hit down there, just to pretend you're tough and macho?"

Zach rolled to his knees, breathing hard. "Don't you feel bad kicking your son in the nuts?", he asked resentfully.

"I don't enjoy it," Melissa admitted. "But if I don't teach you this lesson, you could get really hurt."

Just then the doorbell rang. Melissa walked over and opened the door while Zach finished recovering. It was Olivia, Zach's girlfriend. She was a little taller than Melissa, with dark brown hair, a cute face, and a lean athletic body. She was also in her taekwondo outfit.

"Hey, is everything OK?", she asked. "Zach was supposed to meet me at my place, but he was late, so I called, but he didn't pick up!"

"Wait!", Olivia said, noticing Melissa's karate gi for the first time. "Are you two...sparring?"

"Yeah," said Melissa. "Sorry, he probably just put his phone on silent and didn't hear your message. Come on in!" She liked Melissa, and hoped her presence would help Zach learn his lesson.

Olivia came in and found Zach practicing forms in the living room. "Wow, Zach, you're sparring with your mom!", Olivia said. "That's so cute!"

"Hey, Olivia," Zach said nervously. Was his mom really going to keep trying to hit his balls when his girlfriend was standing right there?

"I want to watch you spar with your mom!", Olivia declared. "We can catch the 3:00 class."

Zach didn't want her to watch, but didn't know how to tell her no without having to tell her why they were sparring. That would be too humiliating. Instead, he pulled up a chair so Olivia could sit and watch. Then Melissa and her son squared off again in the center of the room.

They bowed again, and began sparring. Zach was being very careful this time, keeping his hips back and one arm down to guard his groin from attack. He and Melissa traded blows at long range, blocking and parrying. Olivia cheered and whooped.

"Zach, you've gotten so much better!" Olivia yelled.

Melissa hated to bring her son down a peg in front of his girlfriend, but it had to be done. She threw some quick combos that had Zach struggling to block, then while he was confused by the flurry of blows, she stepped in and once more slapped her hand up into her son's dangling balls. She felt the squishy impact through the soft cloth and winced in sympathy.

Zach immediately doubled over and pulled both hands down to his crotch. He dropped to a crouch, red-faced and obviously in pain. "Oh my God, Zach!" Olivia shouted, her hands at her mouth. "Your mom slapped you in the nuts!!"

Zach crouched, fighting the pain in his groin and feeling extra humiliated.

"The thing is, he refuses to wear a cup," Melissa explained to Olivia. "So I said I'd teach him a lesson about the vulnerability of the male anatomy."

"Oh my God!", Olivia shouted, getting up out of her chair and walking over to her boyfriend where he crouched on the floor. "Zach, you asshole! What the fuck do you think you're doing, not wearing a cup?"

"It's not fair," Zach grunted. "She's a black belt, I'm just a yellow belt! Of course I can't block her!"

"That doesn't matter," Olivia snapped. "If it was me, I could still get you in the groin, and I'm just a yellow belt too."

Zach didn't like his mother and his girlfriend ganging up on him like this. "No you couldn't," he grumbled. The pain was finally receding, and he stood up and stretched.

"Wanna bet?", Olivia demanded. "Mrs. Allen, can I spar with him instead?"

Melissa was tired of hitting her son in the crotch. If he wouldn't learn from her, maybe getting beaten by his girlfriend would teach him. "Sure, go ahead," she said.

"I promise to go easy on you," Zach teased his girlfriend.

She stuck out her tongue. "Don't get cocky, asshole," she teased back. "I might have to hit your nuts like your mom did."

"Yeah good luck with that," he shot back.

Olivia and Zach squared off. Melissa noted the girl's athleticism, and decided that her son had picked well. Maybe this girl could knock some sense into his hard head. Or at least into his not-so-hard balls.

Olivia was a much closer match for Zach. They traded strikes, and he was obviously stronger and faster. But she had tighter economy of motion, and she was more careful than he was. Zach landed a kick to her thigh, and she grunted. He landed a punch to her stomach, and Melissa could see he had hurt her a little bit. She hoped her son wouldn't hurt his girlfriend just to make a stupid point to his mom. She considered stopping the bout.

"Is that all you got, little boy?" Olivia taunted. Zach came forward with a series of aggressive high kicks. Olivia saw her opening and went for the front kick to the groin.

She tried to pull the kick, and only hit Zach lightly. But she mis-timed it, and as her foot flicked up, Zach stepped forward into the kick in exactly the wrong way. Her foot slammed up into Zach's balls full force.

Zach instantly jackknifed forward and toppled to the floor, his hands flying down to his balls. He emitted a high-pitched wail of pain and began writhing desperately, completely unable to withstand the agony that was exploding between his legs.

"Oh my God!!" Olivia shouted, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. "Zach, I'm sorry!!"

She ran over to her fallen boyfriend and slapped him on the butt, as she had seen others do in taekwondo when someone took a shot to the groin. It didn't seem to help. Tears were streaming down Zach's scrunched-up face, and he was making small squeals of pain.

Then Melissa brushed past Olivia and went to her fallen son. With no hesitation, she pulled off the pants of his dobok, then yanked down his boxer-briefs. His penis flopped out, but his mom ignored it. She took his reddened balls in her hand, feeling them all over, probing for swelling or fluids.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Olivia was saying. "It was an accident, I didn't mean to kick him hard, he stepped into it..."

"I know," Melissa said gently. "I'm just checking to make sure he doesn't need to go to the hospital."

Olivia felt a tear roll down her cheek. She hadn't meant to hurt her boyfriend like this. She just hoped he could forgive her later. And of course she hoped his balls weren't damaged.

Finally Melissa stood up, sighing in relief. "I think everything is OK down there," she said. "I still get to have grandkids."

Olivia laughed in relief. "Can you get me an ice pack?", Melissa asked the girl. "It's in the freezer."

Olivia nodded and got Melissa the ice pack. She was surprised to see that Zach was still naked from the waist down. He looked so pitiful like that.

"Shouldn't we put his clothes back on?" she asked.

"I don't want his balls constricted," Melissa said. "Just in case."

She gave Olivia a sly grin. "This isn't the first time you've seen his equipment, right? College kids still do all the same stuff they did when I was in college...right?"

Olivia felt herself blushing. "No, not the first time," she said. "Yeah, we do."

Melissa nodded. "Good. This boy is going to need some extra TLC tonight. But go gentle on him, you hear?"

Olivia blushed even brighter. She couldn't believe her boyfriend's mom was talking to her like this. She was certainly one confident, cool lady.

Zach had stopped crying and moaning, so they just let him lie there for a while with the ice pack over his busted balls. Melissa and Olivia chatted about life, and school, and Melissa's new job at a nonprofit. Both women decided they really liked each other.

Eventually, after twenty minutes or so, Zach struggled painfully to his knees and dragged himself over to a chair. He lay back with his legs spread wide, holding the ice pack onto his bare nutsack.

"Oh my God," he said. "I am never, ever going to spar without a cup again. In fact, I think I'm never going outside without a cup on again."

Melissa and Olivia laughed despite themselves. "Lesson learned," Melissa said. "Next time don't be such a hard-headed idiot."

"Thanks for busting my balls, Mom," Zach said sarcastically. "And girlfriend. Thanks for helping her bust my balls. Thanks to everyone really. Great job."

They teased him a little more. Then Melissa realized she had to go into the office for the rest of the afternoon.

"Can you stay and take care of him here?" she said. "Don't let him put on pants for the next two hours, OK? Keep those balls swinging free."

"Gross," Zach said. "Mom, jeez." Olivia just giggled.

Melissa gave her battered son a kiss on the cheek, and headed out to the office. Olivia came to kneel down on the carpet beside Zach, who was still laying back on the chair as he slowly recovered.

"I like your mom, she's really cool," Olivia said.

"Oh God, you two bonded over hitting me in the nuts? My life is over."

"Don't worry," Olivia said. "Next time you spar with either of us, you'll have a cup!"

"Next time?" Zach groaned. "There is no next time. I'm never sparring with a woman again."

Olivia pouted and rubbed Zach's hair. "Do they still hurt?", she asked.

"They hurt so bad," he said. "It's like I got kicked in the internal organs."

"Well you did," Olivia said. "Boys just happen to carry two of their internal organs on the outside, like idiots." He laughed weakly.

"Maybe I can help it feel a little better," Olivia said softly. Her hand moved down to his exposed dick, and scooped it up.

"Oh please," Zach sighed. "Yes please."

Olivia stroked her boyfriend for a while, then repositioned herself and bent down to take his dick in her mouth. Normally she would fondle his balls when she did this, but under the circumstances she decided that was a bad idea.

Zach sighed as Olivia moved her mouth up and down on his shaft. There was still a lot of pain, but now there was pleasure mixed in. "Gently!", he had to gasp a couple of times as she jostled his balls.

Olivia was so intent on making her boyfriend feel good that she didn't hear the front door swing open or the footsteps approaching.

"Sorry, I forgot -- OH JESUS," Melissa said, seeing what was going on in her living room. She instantly spun on her heel and walked back out the door as Olivia and Zach scrambled for something to cover up.

"NEVERMIND, I'M JUST LEAVING!" she shouted as she quickly ducked back out of the house. Some things, a mother just wasn't meant to see.

(The end)