Gary's Easter Basket

"You know what you should do for Easter?" Nina asked.

"No, what?"

"Paint your balls like Easter eggs and try to get people to grab them."

"Ohhhh, shit!" What a great idea. But how? And where?

"I don't think I'm tricking anyone after what I did at your party," I said, still trying to figure out where to do this.

"Yeah, that's true. You need new victims."

A few months back, I did a bag full of candy with my balls stuck through. I got a couple of my female friends to reach in and grab my balls. It was pretty great, but I don't think they'll fall for that again.

Nina and I had to get back to work, so we let the subject drop, but it was still rattling around in my head. I pictured my balls painted like Easter eggs, maybe in different colors. Then some unsuspecting hand reaches for them and tugs. My cock got hard just thinking about it at work. Fuck, I need to do this.

And that's how I found myself at home, painting my balls in my room. I decided to do it to my sister, Kylie. She's a lunatic. I bet she'll give my balls a merciless beating. It should be amazing. My cock was so hard as I ran a paint brush soaked in food dye over my balls. I made one red and the other blue. I had to wait around with no pants on while my balls dried. My cock was hard, I was tempted to jerk myself off, but I didn't want to mess up the paint.

Once they were dry, I pushed them through a hole that I had cut in one of our Easter baskets. I pushed some plastic green grass under them, then I put some stickers with pictures of flowers and bunnies on them. If you didn't look too close, they kind of looked like two eggs in a basket.

I pulled my pants on and hid my erection off to one side. I buttoned the pants around my balls and held the basket close. I took a quick look in the mirror, not too obvious what I was up to. I bet I could fool Kylie. I went over to her room and knocked on the door.

"Yeah, what is it?" she asked.

"I found some treats. Want one?"

"Sure, come in."

I wandered into her room with my basket, "I found a couple of these eggs, they have nuts in them." I walked over to her and tilted the basket in her direction. She was looking at the internet on her computer, and she barely looked over at me. Her hand reached into the basket, and she took one of my balls in her fingers. She squeezed and tugged on it. It felt so good, I was so fucking hard. My cock felt like it would push right through my pants.

"It's stuck, I can't get it out."

"Yeah, you have to tug harder on it, get a better grip," I suggested helpfully.

Her fingers moved around on my balls. I had to stifle a moan, it felt so fucking hot. She pulled hard on my left ball, but it was still attached to me.

"It's hard to get a good grip, the candy is kind of squishy."

"Maybe if you jam your fingers into it?"

She did. Hard.

"FUCK!" I moaned loudly as the pain stunned me. Her fingers pushed deep into my balls, the pain was shocking. I gasped for breath and doubled over.

"What the fuck? These are your balls!" she announced as she looked into the Easter basket. She stood up and yanked on my balls.

"UNNNHH!" I groaned as she continued to squeeze them. She pulled me towards the door of her room.

"Mom!" she yelled as she dragged me by the balls into the hallway. "Gary is being pervy again!"

"Kylie, don't tell Mom," I wheezed, barely able to speak as Kylie yanked and tugged on my poor, aching balls.

"Fuck that!" She pulled me out into the living room, and my mom stuck her head out of the kitchen.

"What's all the commotion?" Mom asked.

"He painted his balls like Easter eggs and stuck them in this basket. He tricked me into touching them."

"GARY!" Mom howled. "You cut a hole in my Easter basket?"

"He did!" Kylie answered.

"Give me his balls!" Kylie yanked me over to Mom, and she held my balls in her hand.

"Take that basket off."

Kylie yanked the basket off, the hole wasn't big enough for both balls to get through at once.

"OUCH!" I cried out as they squished through the hole.

Mom grabbed my balls and squeezed. I groaned as the pain caused my knees to shake. I don't remember my mother ever holding my balls before, it was a strange sensation. Kind of hot and erotic, and yet scary, because I knew she was really mad at me. I couldn't help myself, I looked at my mother's big tits. Having her hand on my balls made me suddenly more interested in them. They are big and pillowy. Mom was wearing one of the tank tops she puts on when she cleans, and it wasn't hiding much.

Mom leaned over, still holding my balls, and picked up the basket that I had cut a hole in. "Just unbelievable, you had to use one of my baskets?"

"Uh, sorry, I didn't think they were worth anything to you."

"My sister gave them to me when I married your father."

"Oh," I replied dumbly.

"And you tricked your sister into grabbing your balls, you are completely out of control."

"Sorry, Mom."

"Listen, young man, you have some kind of testicle fixation lately. I think it's only fitting that I use them to punish you."

I stood silently, wondering what she meant. She let go of my balls and positioned herself in front of me, maybe a foot away.

"Put your hands behind your back, and spread your legs."

I slowly did what she asked. Was she going to kick me in the balls? Or knee me? My own mother? Holy fuck. My cock was so hard, so ready to see my mother whack my nuts.

"UNNNNNNH!" I grunted as her knee slammed up into my balls. Fuck that hurt. I gasped for breath that wouldn't come, my entire body started to go limp. I thought I might fall, but I reached for my mother to help hold me up. I panted for a breath as she looked at me, then her leg moved back. Her body twisted as she built up torque, her big breasts swayed in her tank top, and her knee careened into my balls again.

"OOOOOF!"

Her breasts looked so big and full, they swayed as she lined up to do it again. They're just magnificent. I could just make out her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top. I knew her knee was on its way up and into my balls, I was ready for it. I wanted it.

"OHHHH FUCK!" I groaned loudly as she connected. My legs shook and then gave out. I slowly dropped to the floor, holding my aching balls. I looked up at those big tits as she bent over me, and to my surprise, I had an orgasm. I held my cock and balls in my hand as my cock throbbed and shot cum onto the floor.

"Mom, he's cumming," Kylie cried out.

"Are you kidding me?" Mom said and leaned down over me. She grabbed my cock and balls and squeezed them in her hand.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck," I moaned. It felt so good as my Mom squeezed and tugged at my cock and balls. Fucking amazing. "OHHH YES!" I moaned as my cock throbbed in her grip, more and more cum blasting onto the floor. Mom seemed to be in shock, she clearly didn't expect this to happen. I didn't either, but it was amazing. I loved every second of it.

Soon, my cock was done throbbing, she let go of my cock and balls, and looked at the cum on her hand.

"Unbelievable."

"He's such a pervert," Kylie chimed in.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Mom asked me.

"Uh ... Happy Easter?"