Mother humiliates son during self defence session

Hey all, another fictional story - this time about a mother and son. This is written as a Reddit style confession sort of piece. Hope ya'll enjoy it!

I (48f) had a very awkward situation with my son (21m) over the weekend that I need some advice on. If anyone's been through something like this or has any information that could help, it would be MUCH appreciated!

A bit of context, there was a guy at the gym last week who just would NOT leave me alone... he kept asking for my number and frankly wouldn't take "I'm married," for an answer. Suffice to say I froze up and felt a bit powerless. I ended up giving him a fake number just so I could get out of there. Anyway, it got me thinking about the fact that I need to learn how to defend myself. I'm 5'2 and barely over 110 pounds. I need to learn how to fight back.

My son's a pretty burly guy, trains at a fighting gym, tall, strong - you get the picture. When I told him about it, he suggested he could teach me some self defence moves, you know, something to empower me. I was a bit hesitant at first, but I eventually came around to it. So we set up a mat in the garage and he started taking me through some drills. His girlfriend came with us, but she was just playing on her phone absent mindedly most of the time. He was teaching me a move where he'd push me onto the mat and I'd sweep his ankles with my leg. We tried the same move around ten times but I kept messing up - I'm not the most coordinated person.

On the eleventh attempt, I started to get frustrated. When I told him I couldn't do it, he asked me how I was supposed to be able to defend myself if I didn't know the basic moves. I know I should've been listening to him, but I said something along the lines of "there are other ways to beat people in a fight that don't involve sweeping someone's leg." After I said this, he sort of laughed and said something to the effect of he'd like to see how someone could beat their attacker in that position. I won't lie to you, the way he said that riled me up, but I held my nerve.

On the twelfth attempt, he pushed me to the mat again. I remember landing on my butt and palms as he stood over me. I tried to sweep his leg as I fell, but I completely missed my target. Then he pushed me over the edge. I know he didn't mean anything by it, but he said something like "see, you're powerless without your leg sweep." It was like something came over me, it's hard to describe... but something about what he said reminded me of that disgusting man from the gym.

Everything after that almost happened in slow motion. As I laid on my butt with my palms pressed on the floor, I pulled my leg backwards and launched my barefoot right into my son's manhood with all my might. I remember directing so much energy into that kick that I grunted and gritted my teeth as I launched it.

The results were devastating. As soon I connected with his junk, I remember feeling his balls mushing to the side of my heel. It was as if they were too big to get pinned under my barefoot, if that makes sense. I know it sounds graphic, but it almost felt like squashing plump tomatoes in that moment. His shaft got flattened under my sole and pressed against his belly. Even his gland didn't escape from my foot. I remember my toes clamping down on it hard, to the point where it started pulsing... my poor son! If I'm honest, I was surprised at the size of what I was kicking. It was certainly bigger than my husband's. I know any son would be happy to hear that, but I actually think it worked against him. There was nowhere for his manhood to escape. My barefoot squashed EVERYTHING down there.

As soon as I'd made contact with his junk, I remember staring up at his face. I think I was still grunting in that moment. I know it sounds ridiculous, but he looked like he was smiling as I kicked him, even though he had this sort of dumb, vacant look on his face. If I had to guess, I think it had something to do with his ego processing the whole thing. Here was my son, the big strong manly man, the one who was teaching \*me\* how to be tough. Yet there he was, defeated by a female foot, moments after he said how powerless his little old mother was. He kept on smiling for ten seconds, even as my barefoot still pressed down into his manhood. As I slowly pulled my foot away, his eyes began to widen and his mouth become agape. He started making this "oooo" sound. At first it was slow and controlled, but eventually his "oooos" became louder and more frequent. It was if his male ago was crumbling with each passing moment. After about 15 seconds, he went "OOOO, OOO, OOO, OOO, OOOOOO, OOOOO!" Before grabbing his crotch and falling to the floor.

What happened next surprised even me. My son began to cry. These weren't just a few tears, he was bawling like a newborn while clutching his manhood and rolling around on the floor. His girlfriend, who'd been on her phone up until the kick, burst into almost primal, hysterical cackles. I remember getting up from the mat and turning around to see her pointing and laughing at my son, while covering her mouth as tears of laughter steamed down her cheeks. She then ran up to me and hugged me tightly, laughing and crying all the while.

In that moment I'd begun to realise what I'd done to my son. I'd defeated him in a fight, and I'd done it easily. What's more, I'd reduced him to a blubbering, emasculated mess in front of his now ex girlfriend (she broke up with him after saying his mother now "owns" his manhood). There were no two ways about it, she was right - my barefoot \*had\* mushed his manhood. If anything owned his dick now, it was my barefoot. The worst part about is it that my kick to his cock had done what self defence with him never could've. It gave me my power back, even if it destroyed my son's manhood and ego in the process.

Now I don't know what to do. My son bows his head any time he sees me. He hasn't been to the gym for the last five days. Sometimes he even instinctually covers his manhood if I get too close to him. Poor boy, it's like he's trying to stop me from the damage my barefoot already did to his manly bits. I want to try and make things right with him, but I have no idea where to start. What do I do?

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