My mother recounts: ball popping trend in her school

You guys really wanted me to share this, so here it is.

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This happened the day after I helped my classmate pop a bully's balls ([link](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/qbe79g/i_help_my_classmate_pop_the_brash_boys_balls/) to story). I was telling my mother about how my classmate had completely transformed after popping balls.

"Good for her!" said my mother. "I'm proud of you for making her first ever pop extra special!"

"Speaking of first pops," said I, "you've never told me about the first time you popped a pair of balls, mom! I know you've popped many, but you've never told me about the first ever time you popped balls!"

"Oh Emily, you have grown so much! It feels like it was just yesterday when you were this little girl who didn't really want to talk about the various ways of popping balls, but now you have transformed into this girl who has nutted many boys (and men) completely on your own, helped your girlfriends nut their own boys, and even want me to tell you about my experiences!"

"Couldn't have done it without your training, mom!" I smiled.

My mom chuckled. Indeed, my mother had given me plenty of training; whenever we were catcalled (which happened often and still does), she would restrain the catcall-er and allow me to experiment with his balls (always ended with POP POP, of course).

"Well Emily, now that you have asked me so sincerely, I will tell you all about my first time. It was at school. Nutting guys had become really popular in school (you had to pop both balls for it to count), and I really wanted in on the fun."

"Didn't grandma help you pop your first pair of balls like you helped me?" I interrupted.

"No, grandma never gave me any live demonstrations like I have given you, nor has she helped me directly, but she made sure to remind me every once in a while: go for the balls."

"Has grandma popped any balls in her time?" I asked.

"Yes, although she doesn't speak much about it, I do believe she has popped plenty of balls."

"Has she popped more balls than you have?" I ask eagerly, imagining my young grandmother nutting every guy on the street.

"Emily, you are talking to the woman who has the record for popping the most balls in high school! I've probably also got the record for popping the most balls in college! Although I'm afraid that you might break my record soon!"

I giggle. I'm so proud of my mother for being so awesome. And I will try my best to break her record... by breaking balls.

My mother adjusts herself to become more comfortable in her chair, and then begins,

"so as I said, I really wanted in on the trend, it was something every girl in our school seemed to be doing. Olivia and Emma were the ones to start the trend.

Boys shuddered and covered their crotches at their presence. Direct eye contact was all they needed to do to terrify the boys."

"Just like me!" I said, beaming.

"Yes, Emily, just like you.

At the beginning, Olivia and Emma were just two girls who helped stop quarrels and confront bullies. As they began having to confront more and more bullies, they took a different approach. Instead of confronting the bullies themselves, they started advising girls to go for the balls and teach the bullies a lesson themselves.

Soon every girl was kicking and punching guys in their balls. Sometimes, even just for fun (although Olivia and Emma discouraged it).

The kicks and punches escalated, and soon girls were aiming not just to deliver pain, but to destroy the bully's balls entirely. It started with popping just one ball to teach the bully a lesson, but it was soon decided that the bullies didn't deserve second chances, so it was made mandatory to pop both his balls on the spot."

"You'll be happy to know that we treat bullies in the same way even today!" I said.

"I'm happy to know that indeed," said my mother, "it is as it should be."

"It started with bullies, but soon there were no bullies left to pop. So the girls in our school started finding the absurdest of excuses (sometimes blatant lies) to pop balls.

Girls would often grope boys in the crotch area to check whether they had a full sack, and make note of their names under a list *balls up for grabs* if they did.

The list of course, had names scratched off of it every day as boys had their balls turned to mush by some sadistic girl or the other."

"What if the boy had only one ball? Would he be considered for the *balls up for grabs* list?" I ask.

"Ah, that's a good question. Such boys were to lose their last ball on the spot immediately, because they most likely escaped unfairly from an incomplete punishment. But what happened was that the girls would intentionally pretend to find only one ball in their sack, and well, you can guess what happened after that..."

"Damn," I said, "that must have been fun! We generally don't pop innocent boys, but I do occasionally pop particularly annoying boys just to increase my tally. Hehe."

"You naughty girl! If you ever need help increasing your tally, I could help you find some targets!" my mother winked.

"Hehe." I might take my mother up on that offer later.

My mother continued the story,

"So that was the situation at our school at the time, and I had the fortune of having a genuine bully in my class. He was the perfect target to pop. I had to act fast because he was surely going to lose his balls within the next week. The poor guy was new to our school and didn't know how it worked here.

After school, I went to speak with the legendary Olivia and Emma. I was very shy because they were much older than me, but we had the same mindset when it came to dealing with bullies.

Olivia and Emma explained that they preferred giving second chances to bullies, but agreed that the bully was going to lose his balls no matter what.

So they agreed to help me. I was overjoyed. The girls being much older, were easily larger than the bully and could easily overpower him."

At this time Robert walks into the room. "What's up? Your door was unlocked, so I just allowed myself in, I hope you don't mind."

Robert is my cousin, sent to our home by his mother to be punished for breaking an expensive vase. My mother is of course, the perfect person to send your son to for correction; as my mother can deal all the right spanking to your son's balls while not exceeding their physical limits (my mother has never unintentionally popped a ball till date).

"Hi Robert," said my mother. "Emily, I'm sure you would like to see some live demonstrations of what happened that day, wouldn't you?" She winked.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about, but I *love* live demonstrations!" said Robert.

My mother and I both looked at each other knowingly giggled.

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Sequel: [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/qo6jey/mom_recounts_popping_her_first_pair_of_balls_with/)

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