I woke up with my mom sitting between my legs.

I woke up slowly, still half-dreaming, when I felt a weight between my spread legs. My eyes fluttered open. My mom was on her knees on my bed, wearing nothing but a tiny black bra and matching panties.Her body was incredible, perfect luscious breasts, big round ass I saw in a mirror, and a curvy figure that had always been hard to ignore. She was smiling down at me sweetly, each hand resting casually on my inner thighs. To my horror, I realized I had morning wood, and my cock was flexing toward her eagerly.

“Morning, sweetie,” she said softly.

Before I could respond, her hand slid up and cupped my balls through my thin boxer-briefs. I gasped and flinched.

Mom's smile got wider. Her fingers then wrapped around them firmly.

"Oooffff- Mom- what are you-” I started, but she gave my balls a gentle warning squeeze, cutting me off with a sharp gasp.

“Shhh. I’ve seen how you look at me lately,” she whispered. “Staring at my ass when I bend over. Getting hard when I hug you. It’s time we addressed that.”

She tightened her grip slightly on my balls, rolling them between her fingers. The pressure was immediate and intense. I winced, my body tensing up as a deep ache spread through my groin.

“Mom, that hurts- I'm sorry,” I groaned.

She eased the pressure on my balls and instead slid her hand up to my morning wood, rubbing her palm slowly along the length of my hard cock through the thin fabric. It was so forbidden, so intensely enjoyable." “See? That’s much better,” she said sweetly. “Good boys get rewards.”

I moaned softly, my hips twitching. “Thank you, Mom. I'm really so thankful for you.”

Mom smiled, clearly pleased. Through my boxer-briefs, she leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on my shaft, and then another on the head of my cock.

“You’re learning so quickly,” she said, "But don't think compliments can replace things like getting chores done, getting good grades." Her hand returned to my balls, giving them a light, playful squeeze as a reminder.

I gasped form the sudden switch to pain, but quickly added, “I got an A in my anatomy test yesterday.” Her eyes lit up. She leaned down again, this time dragging her warm, wet tongue slowly up the entire length of my throbbing cock through the fabric, leaving a wet trail.

“Mmm, such a good, boy,” she praised, her voice husky. She kept one hand gently massaging my balls while her tongue teased me.

I was trembling with need. It was so fucking weird to be doing this with my mom, but it felt so good that I couldn't resist. “I’ll be good for you, Mom, I promise. I’ll do anything you want.”

Mom’s smile turned satisfied. She finally freed my aching cock through the fly. It sprang up, jittering for her. She brought her open mouth right up to the head, lips parted, hot breath teasing me as she hovered there, looking like she was about to take me in. I held my breath, desperate.

Then she smirked, pulled back, and tucked me away again.

“Maybe tomorrow you’ll get a bigger reward if you’re a very good boy,” she said playfully, patting my throbbing cock one last time. She gave my balls a final firm squeeze for emphasis, "And try not to stare too much around your dad."

"Aaahhh yes- yes- no problem- aaaahhh aahhhh my balls."

She left go and said, “Breakfast in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.”

She stood up, her curvy body on full display in her underwear, and walked out of the room, leaving my balls swollen and acking, and my cock swollen and crying for more.

Trying to catch my breathe, I mumbled, "She completely owns me."

After Mom left my room, I lay there trying to understand what had gotten into her. She had occasionally been a bit weird by trying to follow the latest parenting fads, but this was new level. Curious and still a little dazed, I waited until I heard her go downstairs before slipping into my parents’ bedroom.

I snooped around quietly, opening drawers and looking under the bed. In the back of Mom’s nightstand, hidden under a pile of old magazines, I found a worn book with a plain black cover. The title gave me both excitement and dread:

Reward the Penis, Punish the Testicles: The Secret to Mothering a Son by Annabelle Lawton

I flipped it open. The pages were filled with detailed advice, diagrams, and personal stories. Chapters like “Owning Your Son's Manhood,” “The Power of the Penis Head,” and “Squeeze, Twist, Tug.” My hands were shaking as I put it back exactly where I found it.

After finding the book, I went downstairs for breakfast. Dad was at the head of the table reading the news on his phone. Mom was in her silky untied robe showing her skimpy underwear. My younger sister, Sasha, was there. She was 18 years old, gorgeous with a body like a smaller and version of mom's. She had a playfully bratty personality. Every once in a while, she'd give me a sudden ball poke or ball slap. She sat next to me eating plain yogurt, and tried to gross me out by chewing it at me with her mouth open.

“Morning, everyone,” I said, trying to sound normal as I sat down carefully. My balls were still sore from earlier.

Mom smiled sweetly at me across the small table. “Good morning, sweetie.”

Under the table, her bare foot immediately slid up my leg and pressed against my cock in my boxer-briefs. Her soft toes positioned my hard cock against my torso. They curled around my cock through my boxer-briefs and started rubbing slowly. The intense forbidden pleasure made one of my hands grip the table, and the other struggle to stab a sausage with my fork.

Sasha glanced at me narrow-eyed for a second, then went back to her phone.

I tried to eat normally, but when I got lost in my mom's cleavage, Mom’s foot moved lower. Her toes found my balls and gave them sharp, stinging grinds. I winced hard and nearly dropped fork.

Sasha looked up again, frowning slightly. “Why are you even weirder than usual?”

“I’m fine,” I said through gritted teeth. I picked up my fork and focused on eating.

Mom’s foot returned to my cock, stroking me gently. The pleasure was awesome, but Sasha was watching me more closely now. Every time my face twitched or I shifted in my seat, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. I snapped, "Stop looking at me like that, you brat."

Mom punished me again, a firm squeeze on my balls that made me cough and hunch forward slightly. The pain was almost too much to hide as I felt my balls flattening against the wooden seat.

Sasha put her spoon down. “Seriously, what is going on with you? You keep making weird faces and squirming.”

“Nothing,” I lied, my voice strained. The pain and pleasure kept making me lose focus and stare at my mom's cleavage, especially as she often bent forward to grab a condiment. Under the table, Mom was alternating, rubbing my throbbing cock when I was polite, then flicking or squeezing my sore balls when I slipped up. Mom just smiled innocently at Sasha. “Your brother’s probably just tired. Right, Will?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah.”

Sasha didn’t look convinced. Meanwhile, Mom continued her secret game, edging my cock with her toes while occasionally punishing my balls, all while chatting casually with Dad and Sasha like nothing was happening. By the end of breakfast, I was a wad of lust and nut pain. Plus, I was terrified that Sasha wouldn't let it go.

The next morning I woke up slowly, my body still aching from yesterday’s torment. As my eyes focused, my heart nearly stopped.

Sasha was sitting naked between my spread legs on the bed, completely bare, her perky breasts and smooth body on full display. Her hand was already between my thighs, gently cupping my balls.

“Morning, big brother,” she said with a mischievous grin, giving my balls a light squeeze.

“Sasha, what the fuck?” I hissed, trying to sit up. She squeezed harder, forcing me back down with a groan.

“Shhh. I found Mom’s little secret book,” she whispered, her fingers slowly rolling and tugging on my balls. “Reward the dick, Punish the nuts, or whatever. I read all about how she’s been controlling you. She must've went at your junk with her foot. That's why you were squirming.”

She started playing with my balls more roughly, squeezing, twisting, and tugging, and lightly slapping them with her other hand while she talked. It was clear she had no idea who sensitive and fragile balls were as I squirmed from the unbearable agony. Hell, maybe she knew exactly how much it hurt and didn't care at all. “I know it’s fucked up, but this has given me the biggest fetish,” Sasha admitted, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “The idea of controlling a guy, especially my own thirsty brother, by his dick and nuts, it’s all I can think about now.”

She gave my balls a firmer squeeze, making me wince. “I’ll tell Dad everything unless you do me a favor.” I was trapped. Dad finding out would destroy the only normal family relationship I had left. “What, what do you want?” I groaned desperately.

Sasha smiled, still playing with my balls, squeezing, rolling, and tugging them rhythmically. “I want you to have sex with me. Right now. While I hold your balls the whole time.”

I pretended to be disgusted, even though after Mom’s constant edging I was aching with need. “Sasha, that’s sick. You’re my sister. I can’t-”

She cut me off with a harder squeeze that made me gasp. “You can and you will. Or I go straight to Dad. Your choice, big brother.”

I swallowed hard, pretending to struggle with the idea while my cock throbbed desperately in the air. “Fine, I’ll do it. Just- don’t tell Dad.”

Sasha’s eyes lit up with excitement. She kissed my forehead, then my ear, and then my neck. She kept her firm grip on my balls and gave them a sharp tug, forcing me off the bed and onto the floor feet with a pained groan.

“Good boy,” she whispered as she let go of my balls. She lay on my bed with her legs spread. “Now get on top of me and do the work.”

I climbed onto the bed between her thighs. She reached and clutched my balls. This was going to me a very unusual first time for me, maybe hers too. I pushed forward slowly, sliding into her tight, wet, soft heat. The feeling was absolutely incredible, warm, slick, and gripping me perfectly. Sasha moaned softly as I sank all the way in. She held me tight with her free hand.

I started thrusting, trying to find a rhythm. It felt better than anything I could have imagined. Sasha’s walls squeezed around me as she kept one hand firmly wrapped around my balls the entire time.

Every time I got close to the edge, she would squeeze or twist my balls just enough to keep the orgasm down. The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure was maddening. Meanwhile, Sasha got to enjoy herself completely. She came twice in quick succession, moaning and shuddering beneath me while her pussy clenched around my cock.

“This isn't fair,” I groaned. "When am I gonna get to cum?"

She laughed and said, "It's not my fault it's so easy to control you."

She made a face of absolute bliss as she enjoyed another orgasm. So much juice spilled on me. During her whole climax she happily looked into my miserable eyes.

She smiled up at me, still gripping my balls. “I promise, the next time you get close, I’ll let you cum. Just keep fucking me like the good boy you are.”

I kept going, thrusting harder as I got closer to my turn. Sasha’s moans grew louder and louder, her voice echoing in the room. I started to panic.

“Sasha, quiet down,” I begged between thrusts. “Mom’s still in the house, please.”

But she only moaned louder, her body writhing under me as I was on the brink of orgasm. My cock throbbed inside her tight pussy, ready to blow.

Just as I felt myself about to explode, the bedroom door burst open.

Mom stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock that quickly turned to anger. She stormed forward, reached behind me, and grabbed my balls in a brutal grip. With one powerful pull, she yanked me backward, forcing my cock to slip out of Sasha’s tight, dripping pussy just as my orgasm hit.

“AH! FUCK!” I cried out.

My penis twitched wildly in the open air as I recieved a completely ruined orgasm. Thick ropes of cum shot out in powerful, uncontrolled spurts, splattering across Sasha’s stomach, tits, and face. I groaned in frustration and agony as the pleasure was cut off at the exact worse moment, leaving me still craving release. Mom didn’t let go. She squeezed my balls mercilessly, her fingers digging in hard as she pulled me further away from my sister.

“Mom, it’s not my fault!” I gasped desperately, tears forming in my eyes from the crushing pain. “Sasha made me do it!"

Mom’s face was furious. “You are the older brother, Will! You should know better! I’ve seen the way you look at your sister for years. Don’t lie to me. You’ve always wanted to fuck her.”

Behind Mom’s back, Sasha sat up on the bed. She smirked and grabbed her own crotch, feigning exaggerated pain with a mocking, open-mouthed expression. Then she blew me a quick kiss, and slipped out of the room without a sound.

Mom kept squeezing harder. The pain became blinding, a deep, crushing agony that made my body shiver. She seemed to not care at all about permanent damage. I felt my balls deforming, my nerves getting crushed. My precious helpless boys were so close to bursting.

“Mom- please- I can’t-” I whimpered.

The pressure became too much. I passed out in my mother’s merciless grip.

I woke up to an incredible, wet warmth around my cock.

My eyes fluttered open. I was tied spread-eagle to my bed wrists and ankles bound tightly with shoelaces. Sasha was between my legs, completely naked, her head bobbing slowly as she gave me a slow, sloppy blowjob. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and the suction felt heavenly.

“Mmm, you’re awake,” she whispered, pulling off for a second with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her lips to my throbbing shaft. “I felt bad about what I did earlier… so I’m trying to make it up to you.” She dove back down, taking me deeper into her warm, wet mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming, especially after all the teasing and the ruined orgasm. I groaned as my hips instinctively twitched upward, going deeper into her.

Sasha worked me perfectly, bringing me right to the edge within a couple of minutes. I was panting, right on the brink of exploding down her throat.

Then we both heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

She pulled off my cock with a guilty look “Shit, that's Mom.” Sasha whispered. “I’m sorry, Will. I felt bad and wanted to make it up to you, but I have to go.” She quickly wiped her mouth and slipped out of the room, leaving me painfully hard, throbbing, and desperate.

A moment later, Mom walked in wearing nothing but a black thong. Her big, perfect ass and tits jiggled with every step. She looked at my rock-hard, cock and shook her head. “Still so hard from your sister? Really, Will?” she said disapprovingly.

“Please, Mom, mercy,” I begged, pulling weakly at the shoelaces. “I can’t take any more.” Mom didn’t say another word. She climbed onto the bed, turned around, and sat her big, sweaty, perfect ass directly on my face, smothering me completely. The soft, warm cheeks engulfed my nose and mouth as she wiggled and ground down, cutting off my air.

At the same time, her fingers reached forward and started poking my swollen, sensitive balls like she was typing on a keyboard, sharp, rhythmic jabs that sent excruciating pain shooting through me. I screamed into her ass, the sound completely muffled. The pain was unbearable, each poke feeling like hammer.

Mom began speaking calmly, her voice steady as she started punching my balls to emphasize her words. “You—are—the—older—brother,” she said, punctuating each word with a firm punch to my agonized, freakishly swollen balls. “You—should—know—better—than—to—fuck—your—own—sister.”

I thrashed beneath her, smothered and in agony, but completely helpless. Mom just kept wiggling her sweaty ass on my face and methodically punishing my balls as she lectured me. A few minutes later, I heard the front door open downstairs.

“Will? You up there?” Dad called out. “I’m coming up in five minutes. I need you to fix something on my phone real quick.”

My heart nearly stopped.

Mom lifted her ass off my face just long enough to pull her tiny black thong down her legs and toss it aside. She looked down at me with a serious expression.

“You have less than five minutes to make up for your bad deeds by making Mommy cum,” she said firmly. “Or I will punish you even harder tomorrow.”

She immediately sat back down, planting her bare, wet pussy directly on my mouth. I started licking desperately, swirling my tongue around her clit and pushing it inside her. Mom moaned softly and ground down harder on my face.

She leaned forward into a 69 position, lowering her mouth onto my aching cock while keeping her dripping pussy on my tongue. The feeling was almost too pleasurable, her warm, wet mouth sucking me eagerly while I devoured her. She seemed to be enjoying it justas much as me.

Mom moaned around my cock as I licked her faster. Every time I got too lost in the sensation of her sucking me, she would slap my swollen balls hard, the sharp pain forcing me to remember to pleasure her pussy. We both built up quickly. Mom’s thighs started trembling around my head as she sucked me harder. I licked frantically, desperate to make her cum in time.

Suddenly, she moaned loudly around my cock and came hard, flooding my mouth with her juices. At the same moment, I exploded. A powerful mutual orgasm ripped through both of us, her pussy clenching on my tongue while I pumped thick ropes of cum down her throat.

Mom swallowed every drop, then quickly untied my wrists and ankles. She threw the sheet over my naked, spent body and dove into my closet just as heavy footsteps reached the top of the stairs. The door opened.

Dad stepped in, holding his phone.

“Hey, son. Sorry to bother you. Can you take a look at this?”

I lay there under the sheet, heart pounding, trying to catch my breath as Mom hid silently in the closet. It occurred to me that I had a choice. I could get revenge on my mom. I could tell my dad everything, and tell her she's hiding naked in the closet. Or I could delve deeper into this new dangerous world of pain and pleasure.

I couldn't resist. "Sure, no problem, dad."

My dad's eyes narrowed at me. "Son, I need you to me honest me with. What are those doing in your room?" He pointed right at my mom's thong on the floor.

I didn't know if my dad recognized the thong as his wife's, or if he thought I got fucked some girl. "I um- had a girl in here and-"

He smirked and said, "You banged her so good she forgot her underwear?"

I chuckled and nodded.