The College Thespian - Chapter Four - Aunt Jean to The Rescue

**Chapter Four - Aunt Jean to The Rescue**



...Cory used all of his strength to lift his head. He saw his mother in that sexy costume heading toward him. And damn, she looked great.



Not sure what was wrong, but wanting to keep the scene going, Sarah started walking around the room like she was pushing a cart. “I’m just the maid, pushing my cart,” she said with a smile, her breasts bobbing up and down with every step. Seeing Cory wasn’t up yet, she tried to buy more time and went the other way across the room. When she got to the end, she set down the basket, bent at the waist, and started going through the clothes that were inside. Leah was the first to notice the thong her mother was wearing. *Holy shit, she has a nice ass!* Leah thought to herself. *If this doesn’t motivate him to get up, I don’t know what will.*



She nudged her brother. “You don’t have to keep acting like it hurts this long,” she whispered. “I don’t think that’s very realistic. No guy would be down this long. Get up and face the maid please.”



Cory had to dig deep. When he lifted his head, he spotted his mother bending over the laundry basket. His heart skipped even faster. And Leah was right, it was great motivation. When he got to his feet, Leah stepped over to him and yelled, “Serves you right for calling me that, I hope they turned to mush!” 



Leah could see through the corner of her eye that her mom was quickly approaching with the laundry basket in front of her and picking up speed. Cory couldn’t see his mother approaching as his sister was standing right in front of him and at the last second Leah stepped aside, allowing Sarah to slam the basket right into his balls. 



Cory yelped as he fell to the floor. He started dry-heaving again. 



Sarah turned to Leah and asked, “How was that?!!”



“That was perfect, mom! Thanks for helping us with this scene! Where did you get this outfit?”



“Oh, this lil ‘ol thing? Your dad bought this for me one Halloween. Can you believe I actually wore this to parties? He loved it. Man, I miss him.”



Leah saw her mother getting emotional so she went over and gave her a hug. Leah quickly felt her mother was also not wearing a bra. She chuckled to herself as their breasts mashed against each other. 



“I think you may have missed your calling. You were great in that scene!” Leah said, laying it on thick to try to cheer her up.



“Do you think so?” Sarah said, a bit flattered. “I did push that cart pretty well.”



“Well into his nuts!” Leah cackled. 



“Maybe we should see what’s up with your brother. What’s he doing on the floor so long?”



They walked over to where Cory lay on the floor, eyes closed. 



“Is he sleeping?” Leah whispered to her mom.



“It looks like it," Sarah said, neither woman realizing he had passed out from the pain. "He was up late studying last night. He must be really zonked. Let’s bring him to bed.”



When they got to him and stood over his lifeless body, each woman thought to themselves, “Do his nuts look bigger than before? Hmmm, I must be seeing things.”



“Here, you take his right arm and I’ll take his left,” Sarah said. Cory mumbled something like “Help me,” under his breath. 



“We’re helping you, little brother! Let us help you to your bedroom,” Leah shouted as if talking to an elderly deaf person. 



They started taking him past the kitchen when they all lost their balance. Their momentum taking them toward the breakfast bar. The ladies tried to stop their momentum, but to no avail as they crashed into one of the high stools, directly into Cory’s swollen nuts. He screeched in pain. But, thanks to the girls still holding onto him, he remained standing. “Sorry about that!” Sarah yelled into his ear. “We’re helping you to your bedroom. Lucky thing you have that jockstrap on, right?”



Cory could only groan. When they got him to his bedroom, they had him turn his back to his bed and they simply pushed him backward into his bed.



“Man, he is out of it. How long was he up last night?” Leah asked.



They turned to look at Cory on the bed, his bulge sticking obscenely into the air. And his nuts certainly looking bigger. They both stared for a good 20 seconds when Sarah spoke up, “We should probably take those tights off, they might cut off his circulation.”



“Good call, mom. His circulation.”



Leah went up the left side of the bed and her mother took the right. They each reached across the bed and grabbed a hold of the waistband of his tights. As they started tugging, Leah quipped, “He does look kind of cute in these tights.”



“You know what? I agree.” Sarah said. “But I don’t think it would be comfortable to sleep in.”



“Circulation,” Leah deadpanned. 



“Yes, circulation. Now let’s get this off our little sleepy head.”



As they brought the waist band down his legs, they both had to aggressively tug it up when they got to his balls. They smiled at each other. One knowing exactly what the other was thinking. The waistband slipped out of Leah’s hand and it snapped onto Cory’s right nut. He sprung up in the bed, howled a little howl, then went crashing back to the pillow and passed out again. 



“Sorry bud,” Leah whispered. “But, hey, at least you have this jockstrap on! No ruptures for you today!” Both ladies laughed. 



Once they had fully removed the tights, they looked at him lying on his back, his bulge protruding even more with the recent swelling.



“Do you think that thing is comfortable to sleep in?” Sarah asked her daughter. Leah knew exactly what she was getting at. She wanted to see just how large that package was under that jockstrap. They both did.



“It looks pretty tight,” Leah said. “I’d be worried about… circulation.”



“Oh, no!” Sarah said, playing right along, glad to hear it wasn’t just her that wanted to see what he was packing. “I hadn’t even thought of that. Yes, yes, circulation. I mean, I’m not sure, if I were a guy, that I would want, that area, to lose circulation.”



“I hear sometimes they have to amputate when something loses blood flow,” Leah added.



“We have no choice.” Sarah said, “We have no choice. He can’t lose his junk!”



“It’s settled, then,” Leah said raising her finger, “Off with the jockstrap!”



“Off with the jockstrap!” Sarah repeated. “Because, you know?”



And in unison, looking at each other, they both said, “Circulation.”



They each took their place at the sides of the bed. Leah started to reach for the jock and her mother joined in. But instead of grabbing the waistband, Leah placed her right hand on Cory’s left nut. “It’s so huge,” she said, “and warm.”  



Sarah couldn’t help herself, she placed her left hand on his right nut. “You’re not kidding. It’s like they’re on fire.”



Sarah felt some veins protruding from the nut she was holding. “Do you feel veins on your nut?”



Leah started palpating her nut. “Yes, I do. And it’s pretty swollen.”



“Mine, too!” Sarah said, a little too excitedly. “Let me feel,” Leah said, reaching across the bed to feel his other nut.



“Did you have any idea he was this hung?” Leah asked, surprised how far this conversation was going. 



“Leah, please!” Sarah chided her daughter. “That’s your brother!” Then a huge grin formed on her face. “I had no idea! None whatsoever! He’s huge! I can tell you, he didn’t get this from his father. His dad was like a thimble!” 



“Really? Well, that’s an awkward thing to know about your dead father. Now I know my dad had a micro penis and my brother is hung like a race horse. What a crazy day it’s been!”



“We have one more crazy thing to do, hun,” Sarah said, bringing her hand to the waistband of the jockstrap. Leah offered no verbal response, she just brought her hand to the other side of the waistband. “You ready? One, two, three.”



They both started peeling the garment down his waist. Slowly, inch by inch, they peeled the jock down. Their eyes started to go wide with every inch that was revealed. Finally, when they passed the head of his cock, they looked at each other and Leah whispered, “Ho-lee-shit! He’s huge!”



Sarah couldn’t disagree, but her motherly instincts kicked in (hey, better late than never, right?) when she took at look at his nuts. “Oh my god,” Sarah said, her jaw dropping.



“I know, right?” Leah said. “I’ll say it again. He. Is. Huge.”



“Look at this!” Sarah said, holding up his right nut. “Why are they so red? I don’t think this is right?”



“You’re over exaggerating,” Leah said, taking a hold of his left nut, “His nut are just fiiiiiiiiii. What is wrong with them? It looks like they were in a fight! I thought this thing was supposed to protect him! What are we going to do?”



“Relax. Breathe,” Sarah said, trying to think of what to do. “Where is my phone?”



“In the kitchen, I think, why?”



“I’m going to call my sister. She’s a nurse, she’ll know what to do.” Sarah’s hands were shaking as she pushed to button to call her sister. “C’mon, answer! I sure hope we didn’t rupture either one of his nuts!”



“Or both,” Leah chimed in, the gravity of the situation setting in. 



“Oh, Jean, you’re there! I have an emergency at my house, are you able to come over?… It’s too complicated to explain over the phone… Let’s just say Cory is hurt badly and if you don’t want to lose a nephew and gain a niece, I suggest you come over immediately!”



Jean got the message loud and clear and she rushed over to her sister’s house. Luckily, they live five minutes from each other. 



When she arrived, Sarah frantically ushered her in. “What are you wearing?” Jean asked. 



“We were doing Leah’s play and Leah kicked Cory in the balls a couple times, but we thought he was wearing protection - I mean, we just bought it at the sporting goods store - anyway, so we kicked him a few times.”



“We?!!” Jean asked.



“Well, I didn’t kick him, but in the scene, the maid runs her cart into the unsuspecting guy, which is supposed to be funny, and so I did that, pretty hard actually, but he’s wearing his jockstrap so he should have been just fine. What have we done?!” 



“So am I to deduce that you are playing the maid?” Her sister asked. “And where is this jockstrap you speak of?”



Leah pulled it from off the floor and handed it to her aunt. “Brand new,” was all Leah said.



“Wait, where’s the cup?” Jean asked inspecting the jock. 



“The what?” Sarah said.



*Oh my god,* Jean thought to herself. *They think this jockstrap protects a guy’s nuts! Without a cup! Are you kidding me? Oh, this is too good.* She loved her nephew but she couldn't pass up this opportunity. She was going to milk this for all it’s worth.



“I better check his testicles,” she said to the room. 



She was a little taken aback when she pulled the blanket back that was covering him and she saw how huge his dick was, “Oh my god!” She shrieked at the sight.



“That bad?” Sarah asked with concern.



“Well, um, I had better take a look,” she said taking a hold of his left nut from the right side of the bed. *Oh my god,* she thought to herself. *This thing is huge. I better check for ruptures.*



Her panties started to moisten as she probed the injured nut. *How did this kid stay standing for multiple blows? Look at how red they are!* She thought to herself. As she examined his left nut, a huge shot of energy surged to her loins.



“Well, there are no ruptures here,” she said as Leah and Sarah sighed in relief. “Tell me again what happened. And slowly this time.”



Leah took over the explanation. “Well, we were practicing a scene for the play I’m in.”



“You’re in the college play?” Jean asked with pride.



“Yes, and I’m the lead!” Leah beamed back. “And like I said, we were practicing this scene where he lifts me from behind and I slam my heel into his nuts. Of course, he has the jockstrap on, so he’s protected.”



“Of course, of course,” Jean chimed in. “Go on.”



“And well, now that I think about it, I did hit him pretty hard,” she explained.



“Yes,” Jean said, juices rushing to her vag. “That was with a back kick you say? Was it a direct hit, or did you barely get him?”



“Oh, it was smack dab right up between both of them - and hard. With my heel.”



Jean shuddered at the thought. “That’s so awesome. I mean, good aim! Then what happened?”



“Well, next he gets up and calls me a bitch, you know, for the play, not for real. And I punt straight up between his legs with all my might. It was a pretty good shot, I must say, this was only my second time kicking a guy there, so I thought I did pretty good.”



“Oh, you did excellently," Jean said encouraging her niece. "And he had his jockstrap on so why not kick with all your might? I’m guessing that put an end to things pretty quickly?”



“Not really, because the next part, mom comes in as…”



“Let me guess. As the maid?”



“Wow, you are really smart Aunt Jean. How did you know that?”



“A woman’s intuition, I guess. I better take a look at his other testicle.”



As she rounded the bed, she got a good look at Leah’s costume. “Is this what you will be wearing in this production?”



“Most likely, yes. Or something like it. Do you like it?”



“It fits you well. I bet my boys would like it.”



“Ohhh, Aunt Jean, stop teasing me.”



“So tell me again what the maid’s role is?”



“So the maid comes into the dance studio, you know, cleaning it up, when she accidentally slams the cart into the guys nuts.”



“Of course, that makes sense. And, Sarah, did you slam something into your son’s groin while acting this out?”



“I did! That laundry basket over there. I think I may have got him with the handle. It made really good contact!”



Feeling around Cory’s right nut only brought more juices to her womanhood. She felt a couple soft spots, nothing too serious, but lots of swelling. *I can’t believe these dingbats thought this jockstrap would actually protect him. He’s lucky he didn’t rupture both balls,* she thought to herself as she finished her exam. This was too funny - and exciting! She had to find a way to convince them to keep practicing. 



“Oh, and then, when we were bringing him to bed, we accidentally fell into a stool and his nuts smashed into the stool,” Leah said sheepishly.



“Well, you guys are darn lucky he had this jockstrap on!” Jean said, trying to sound convincing. “I would hate to think how this would have gone without it!”



“Right?” Sarah said. “We went and bought that for him tonight!”



“How thoughtful of you. So what’s your plan now?” Jean asked her sister.



“Well, I’m guessing Leah should just stop these practices altogether, right? His nuts look pretty bad don’t you think?”



Jean sat and looked pensive for a moment. Leah was worried that the practices would be called off. “Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Jean said. “Leah, you say you’re the lead in this play?”



“Yes, ma’am,” she said with pride.



“And you say he was wearing protection?”



“Yep, that jockstrap,” Sarah chimed in.



“Hmmmm, well, the good news is, I think his nuts are going to be just fine. I’d say, as long as you keep using protection, you should be able to continue with the practices.”



“Yeah, but, that jockstrap didn’t seem to work too well,” Sarah said, a bit concerned. “I think I might take it back and explain to the salesgirl that it was defective.”



“Oh, I don’t think you have to go that far. Hand me that jock,” Jean said reaching her hand out. Leah picked it up off the bed and handed it to her aunt. “Look at this stitching. That’s high-quality stitching. All of that kicking and there are no signs of any wear or tear on this thing. And look at this pouch. Plenty of room to cup and support his entire package, well mostly. You don’t need to return this.”



“Is that the same kind your boys wear for hockey?” Sarah asked.



“Ahhh, um, yeah, they wear ones just like this. I mean, it’s a little different because it’s for hockey. But the same concept.”



“Well, if they’re wearing those for hockey they must work pretty well. Those hockey pucks are hard,” Sarah said, feeling a little relieved that they didn’t have a defective jock.



“And skates,” Jean reminded the two of them. 



“Oooh, ouch,” Leah said. “I would not want a skate to the balls!”



“Haha, no you wouldn’t,” Jean said, playing along. “Like you said, that would hurt.”



“So his balls are pretty swollen, what do you suggest we do?” Sarah asked.



“Honestly, I would say his balls could have taken much more. They are resilient little suckers. Now, the jockstrap doesn’t prevent all pain - it’s not supposed to - it’s just there to absorb the blows, to prevent injuries.”



“Like ruptures!” Leah said cheerfully. 



“Yes, like ruptures. You are a smart cookie, young lady.” Leah beamed with pride. 



All three ladies turned to look at Cory's swollen package.



“So you think it’s okay to keep practicing on him?” Leah asked with hope in her voice.



“Oh, absolutely,” Jean said much to Leah’s delight. “I’d actually recommend you start first thing in the morning tomorrow with some more kicks, while his nuts are still warm from tonight. It will help with keeping things moving.”



Sarah didn’t know what to make of that, but Jean must know best. She’s the nurse after all.



“I’d maybe skip the theatrics and just concentrate on kicking straight to the groin. You know, so you can get your technique down. You can get to the acting part later.”



“Oh, okay,” Sarah said, a little taken aback by the advice. “How many kick do you think he could take?”



“Well, as long as that jockstrap covers everything, I’d say you could do as many kicks as Leah needs. I mean, you’re doing this for her, not him, right?”



“Yeah,” Leah piped up. “Why should we go by his schedule? I’m the one that needs the practice.”



“And I’d recommend administering kicks on a daily basis. You know, to help keep things moving,” Jean said.



“Okay, we’ll have to clear a schedule,” Sarah said. “Will there be this much swelling every time she practices,” Sarah asked.



“More than likely, yes. But I wouldn’t panic if you see any. I think it’s funny you thought this was a reason to call me. Don’t get me wrong, you did the right thing. But testicles can take quite a pounding without requiring medical attention. And with that protection on, I’d say kick away!”



“Well, that’s a relief,” Sarah said to her sister. “Thank you so much for coming over. I thought maybe he had ruptured a nut, so I decided to call. Sorry for the inconvenience it may have caused you.”



“Oh, nonsense. You can call me any time, even with something as minor as this. I might even join you for a session or two. You know, in case you need a nurse to take a look at things.”



“Oh, Aunt Jean, you’re the best!” Leah said, giving her a huge hug.



“I may even bring one of my daughters, if that’s okay with you two?”



“You can bring ‘em both, if you’d like,” Sarah said. “Isn’t one of them in a nursing program right now?” 



“Yes, Jeanette is in her second year now. She’s loves it.”



“That’s wonderful. We would love to have all three of you over sometime,” Sarah said with a smile.