Senior Slump Part 12: Breakdowns & Breakfast

[Part 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1c0e034/part_11_love_love/)

After he had tidied himself up and thrown on some sweat pants, Sam made his way down stairs to the kitchen, where his Mom, Eileen, was finishing up breakfast.

"Morning, sweetie." She hummed.

"Morning."

"Have a nice long shower with your sister?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"I- We- Uh-" Sam stammered, still unsure how to react to comments like that from his mom.

"Oh, relax, honey! You don't have to pretend in front of me, okay? I'm really glad you and Penny are getting closer. I want us all to be close like that. I don't want anyone to ever feel like they have to hide their feelings from anyone in this family."

She came around the counter and cupped his cheek in her hand. Sam felt a warm rush of comfort as she smiled at him lovingly, followed by a strange rush of excitement at what she was hinting at.

"I want you to feel like you can be one hundred percent honest with me, baby. I promise, no matter what, I will never judge you or love you any less, okay? Never."

Sam swallowed and tried to avoid looking down at her cleavage. She was wearing only a loose fitting nightgown, so thin as to be almost sheer. It did nothing to hide her erect nipples.

"Y-yeah. Sure, mom." he said, embarrassed.

"Sam, this is what I'm talking about, honey." his Mom said, sounding slightly frustrated.

She pulled the elastic waistband of his sweatpants out, along with his boxers, revealing his semi hard cock, and before he could react, she had reached down and wrapped her hand around his balls. She looked him in the eye and started to squeeze. Sam gasped and grabbed his mother's hand in a feeble attempt at stopping her.

"I know you wanted to look at my chest just now." she squeezed harder, "So why did you look away? You know I won't be offended. I want you to look. That's why I wore this nightgown. I mean, it's the middle of winter, Sammy. It's not exactly warm."

"Mom, please." Sam begged as she tightened her grip even more.

"Are you going to start being honest with me?" She pulled his balls up as she squeezed even harder still, bringing Sam up to his tip toes, and causing his legs to shake from the intense pain. It felt like his balls were in a vice.

"Please! Yes! I will, please!" he moaned through gritted teeth.

"Promise me." his mom said, releasing his left ball and focusing all her strength on his right.

Sam whimpered and let out a silent scream of agony as his right testicle was crushed in his mother's powerful hand.

"P-promise! I promise! Please! You're crushing it!"

"You can take it." his Mom scoffed, "But fine."

Finally, she let go of his ball and allowed him to collapse to the floor, holding his throbbing balls and groaning. She knelt down with him and but her hand on his back, rubbing it gently.

"Shh, shh, baby. I know it hurts. But you're tough and I know you can take it. I would never do anything that would permanently damage you, you know that, right? Mama loves you, sweet heart."

She pushed him down so he was sitting with his back against the counter, and pulled down his pants, allowing his rock hard cock to spring fourth. She began to stroke it slowly.

"And I also know how much you actually love getting your balls abused."

"Mom!" Sam started, but she stopped him with a look.

"You promised you'd start being honest, Sam."

"Sorry. I just- it's weird." he said

"There's nothing weird about a mom showing her son how much she loves him, Sam." she said, stroking his cock a bit faster. "Now, be honest. Tell mommy what you want."

Sam gulped and stared at his Mom's tits as they slowly bounced up at down.

"I-I want to cum." he breathed.

"Good boy. But be more specific. You don't just want to cum, do you? You can do that yourself. Tell me what you really want."

"I want you to make me cum, mom!" he said, feeling his orgasm approaching.

She beamed at him, and stroked him faster.

"I'm so proud of you, honey!"

And then, just when he was about to cum, suddenly she stopped.

"What- mom!" Sam exclaimed.

"Sorry, honey. No cumming until the sidewalk is shoveled." she giggled as he glared at her.

"Seriously?" he complained angrily.

"We may have an unconventional family, but I'm still your mom, Sam. And what I say goes. And just to make sure you don't get any funny ideas about finishing yourself off." She grabbed his balls again, one in each hand, and squeezed as hard as she could. There was no gradual increase this time, just pure, excruciating pain. Sam screamed and tried to pull her hands away, but she was too strong.

Just then, Penny rushed into the kitchen, a look of alarm on her face.

"Mom! What the fuck!" She cried.

"Don't worry, honey. I'm just making sure your brother remembers who's boss." his mom said calmly, as she gradually lessened her grip.

"Seriously? After he just had his balls pulverized yesterday? Jesus, this family is so fucked up."

"Hey! I do not want to hear you talking like that about our family, young lady." Eileen said, standing up and putting her hands on her hips in a classic display of mom-dominance.

"You were literally just fucking crushing your sons balls in the middle of the kitchen, mom! That's not normal!" Penny yelled. Clearly this was a feeling that had been boiling under the surface for a while. "None of this is normal! I can practically see your tits through your nightgown, Sam still has a massive boner even though he just had his balls almost *flattened* by his own *mom,* and for whatever fucked up reason, I'm getting turned on watching it! That's not normal! I mean, fuck! I got turned on watching my brother fucking pee earlier, mom! What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Oh, honey." Eileen said, melting, rushing over and sweeping Penny into a hug.

"There's nothing wrong with you, my sweet girl. Don't ever think that!"

"Why can't I just be normal?" Sam heard Penny's shaky voice, muffled by her mom's embrace. He stood up and pulled up his pants, wanting to comfort her too. Noticing, their mom ushered him over, saying,

"Come on, get in here, Sam."

She pulled him into the family hug, and he wrapped one arm tightly around his sister.

"Now listen to me you two." Eileen said, her voice serious. "I don't want you *ever* let *anyone* tell you that there is *anything* wrong with you, you understand? I don't want you to ever feel ashamed of your feelings. *Especially* if that feeling is love, you hear me? There's little enough of that in the world as it is. If we can bring a bit more love and light into this world, then who gives a *shit* what form is takes. We may not be your average, typical American family, we may not be '*normal'* by society's bullshit standards, but if being 'normal' means we have to bury our feelings and love each other less, then I say *fuck* being normal. I love you two kids more than anything in the world, and seeing you two grow closer together makes me more proud than I can say. This family is the only thing in this world that matters to me. Us. Right here."

Her voice was filled with such passion and love, as she hugged them both tighter, that Sam couldn't help but smile. Her words were touching chords within him he hadn't known where there, and the truth of what she was saying was hitting him hard. After all, why *did* it matter what anyone else thought? What business was it of theirs? What they did with each other, how they felt - that was their own business and no one else's.

"As long as we're together, as long as we're honest and generous with each other, nothing can bring us down. Okay?"

Sam nodded, "She's right, Penny. Don't you think?"

He pulled her away and lifted her chin with a finger. All the shame, all the embarrassment, all the discomfort of the taboo they were breaking - all of it was washed away, and now when he looked at his sister, all he saw was a woman he loved. The rest didn't matter.

Penny met his gaze uncertainly, biting her lip, indecision plainly still plaguing her thoughts. She shrugged slightly in his arms and looked at him, as if asking him to convince her.

"I love you, sis." he whispered, and without giving her a chance to respond, he leaned in and kissed her, not caring that their mother was standing mere inches away. Penny let out a soft noise of surprise, tensing slightly for a moment, before melting into the kiss, and finally letting her posture relax. After a moment, they broke apart, and Penny buried her head in his chest once more, crying softly. Eileen came over, putting one hand on Penny's back, and in the other, cupping Sam's cheek.

"I'm so proud of both of you." she said softly, giving Sam a look of pure adoration. He returned her gaze. There was something electric about the way she was looking at him, something suddenly so inviting about her lips. And then she kissed him. Not on the cheek, not on his head - not like a mother. Her lips met his with another kind of love. It was not the kiss of a mother, but neither was it a moment of heat or passion or lust. It was a kiss of pure, undefinable love. Love that transcended the need for labels or roles. The same kind of love he felt for his sister. It was simply love, untainted and untouched by cultural norms or societal standards. I just was. And it was perfect.

When the moment passed, Sam let out a long, shaky sigh, and looked around, feeling suddenly awkward. Eileen chuckled and hugged both her kids tight.

"Come on, you two, lets get you some pancakes."

As they were sitting down for to eat, Eileen happily buzzing about setting the table, Penny took Sam's hand and, squeezing it gently, said in a hushed voice only he could hear, "I love you too, bro."