Mom Recounts: popping her first pair of balls (with live demonstration on Robert's balls)

Prequel: [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/qigrdn/my_mother_recounts_ball_popping_trend_in_her/)

My mother sat my cousin Robert on the couch. "I was just going to tell Emily about the first pair of balls I popped," she said, giving a wide grin. "Your mother must have told you about my reputation with balls, I expect?"

Indeed, my mother's reputation with balls is the reason Robert is at our home at this very moment. He is here to have his balls punished for breaking his mother's expensive vase. My mother is the perfect person to approach to when you want your son punished but not broken; she knows the limits of testicles as she knows the back of her hand; she has never (till date) popped a ball unintentionally (she has popped plenty intentionally, but that's another matter).

"Yes, she has," Robert said, awkwardly. In fact, Robert's mother has always threatened to send Robert to my mother: She would tell him about how many balls my mom has popped (and how mercilessly), and threaten sending him to my mom for correction. Today, she has finally made good on her threats.

"And, I hope you know the reason your mother has sent you here today."

Robert nodded his head gravely.

"Robert, I am going to punish your balls while I narrate the story I was about to tell Emily. You must listen carefully and understand how vulnerable your balls are. A lot of boys lose their nuts prematurely, and I don't want that to happen to you (I like how my mother said she doesn't want him to lose his nuts prematurely; she never said she doesn't want him to ever lose his nuts)."

Robert was terrified at the casual tone in which my mother was speaking.

"And Emily, I want you to pay close attention to Robert's balls. I know you have already popped plenty of balls yourself (believe me, she isn't exaggerating), but there is an art to pushing the limits of testicles without popping them, and it is a skill that you will find handy in the future.

I doubt this, why would I ever need to abuse balls without popping them? Where's the fun in that? But I nodded my head anyway, eager to get on with the story.

As usual, like all the other bad boys my mother has punished, my mother has Robert strip out of his clothes so that his balls have nowhere to hide (any resistance is of course met with a firm slap to the balls).

My mother calmly seats herself right beside Robert (me being on the other side of Robert so that Robert is between us) and scoops up his balls with one hand.

The sudden hostage situation of his balls sends a noticeable shiver through Robert. I smirk. I love the moment the boys realize that the fate of their balls is fully in the hands of a lady (she could easily turn them to mush if she wanted to), and there's nothing they can do about it (try resisting and your balls are done for).

My mother began the narration:

"So I had finally convinced the legendary Emma and Olivia to help me pop the bully's balls. We waited after class and intercepted the bully immediately. We convinced him to follow us into an empty room, which we locked as soon as he was in.

It was almost too easy. We were lucky; any other boy would have immediately recognized Olivia and Emma, and run for his life (more like, run for his balls)."

"Kind of like how every boy runs away from me!" I giggled

I add for Robert's knowledge, "Because I've popped many balls in my school!"

Robert looked absolutely terrified, and he should be, sitting naked with his balls in the hands of a woman, and in between two females who have both popped plenty of balls mercilessly.

Looking at his terrified face, I smirk and say, "Don't worry, I don't usually pop balls just for fun, there is usually a motive. *Usually*."

"Once we had the bully inside the room," my mother continued, "the hard part was done. All we had left to do was pop the bully's balls.

The bully hadn't really realized the grave situation he was in. He probably thought that the girls had got him there so that they could privately confess their feelings for him.

But all speculations about the girls' intentions were clarified when Olivia gave the bully a powerful knee to the balls. It went WHAM! The kick was so forceful that it lifted him off the ground!"

"Damn," I said. "That must have been a solid knee. How did the bully react to it?"

"Good that you asked, he sounded kind of like this," my mother said, and she unceremoniously brought her solid fist to mash Robert's balls against her other hand.

Robert's yelps only got louder and louder as my mother crushed his balls with her hands more and more. Eventually she felt that his yelps had reached the appropriate loudness.

"That was what the bully sounded like," my mother concluded.

"The bully collapsed to the floor. Olivia and Emma used the opportunity to completely strip the bully. Their mastery (of popping balls) was apparent with the speed in which they undressed the bully.

The bully, after a few moments of cradling his balls, finally managed to focus his gaze on the girls. He asked what they were doing to him.

And to that I explained, quite proudly, that we were going to pop his balls."

"That's crazy!" Robert squeaked.

My mother narrowed her eyes at Robert, and he immediately knew that he fucked up.

CRUSH!

My mother used both her hands to crush Robert's balls mercilessly. Robert started squirming around (and of course screaming), but I steadied him.

"Don't interrupt me ever again."

"Where was I? Right. I told him that we were going to pop his balls. Hearing this, the bully probably realized that he better get out of there. But before the bully could move even an inch, Emma and Olivia were at his sides. They restrained him so that he couldn't move from his position.

*But why!* he squeaked.

*To teach you a life lesson, of course,* I said.

*Fuck your lesson,* he said.

I used my bare feet (I really wanted to feel the first pair of balls I popped) to crush his balls against the floor. "Oh your balls are definitely going to pop today. But if you don't behave, we'll make it hell for you."

Olivia and Emma were impressed with my natural dominance. They nodded approvingly.

The bully tried to say something, but his words came out gibberish. I don't blame him though, with the amount of pain he must have been feeling, I doubt he could have phrased even a simple sentence."

"Wow mom, so you're saying that if we lie Robert down on the floor and have you crush his balls with your foot like you had that bully, Robert won't be able to utter a single sensible sentence?" I say, my eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Indeed. Robert why don't you lie yourself down on the floor so that we can demonstrate this to Emily?" My mother smiled.

Poor Robert lied himself down on the floor, knowing that he really did not have a choice.

"Robert, I want you to say that you will be more careful with your mother's property and that you will never break anymore expensive vases. And you shall say this while I crush your balls. Oh, and to incentivize it, you get a solid kick from Emily if you are not able to complete the sentence."

"Yay!" kneeing balls is at the top of the list of things I love to do. Maybe I can get Robert airborne like Olivia did with the bully.

Without any warning my mother took her bare-foot and started

CRUSHING

Robert's balls.

Robert was doing a good job. He was getting close to finishing his sentences. But it was clear that my mother never meant for him to be able to finish the sentences because she kept increasing the pressure on his balls more and more as he got closer to the end.

By the time he was at the last word, the pain was unbearable and he gave up trying to finish the sentences. His body preferred screaming senselessly instead.

Robert's balls were probably throbbing with immense pain, but he knew to obey my mother when she asked him to stand up for my knee.

I have plenty of experience with kneeing balls, so I didn't have to bother aiming my knee. My knee met its target naturally, as though it was something it was engineered to do since the beginning.

But Robert didn't go airborne. He was held down by my mother, who was holding him from behind to prevent him from avoiding my knee. This meant that the force his balls felt was double the force it should have felt.

Poor Robert. He was visibly crying while he was cradling his balls. We decide to give him a little break; my mother continued the story.

"After grinding the bully's balls for a while, we asked the bully to apologize to all the girls he had bullied (standard Olivia and Emma procedure).

But the bully, being the dumb ass that he was, just flicked us a finger wordlessly.

*Pop a ball, it should bring some sense into him,* Olivia suggested.

It was a good idea. I isolated one of the bully's balls using one foot. And using the other, can you guess what I did?"

"What do you think she did, Robert?" I ask, mischievously.

"you popped his ball?" Robert said. He was still cradling his own balls.

"Indeed!" my mother said. "I started applying pressure with my other foot. I looked into the bully's eyes and smiled. He started squirming like crazy (but of course was firmly restrained by Emma and Olivia). His efforts were in vain as his ball exploded with a wonderful POP!

Do you want to know what he sounded like when he lost his ball?"

"Yes!" I said. But this time, I didn't wait for my mother to demonstrate on Robert's balls. I ran towards Robert and dropped an elbow on his balls myself. He screamed. He probably screamed louder than the bully had when he lost a ball.

My mother was angry at me. "You could have popped Robert's balls with that blow!" but luckily Robert still had two intact balls.

"So after we popped one of the bully's ball, we got him to give us a list of all the girls he had bullied, we recorded a video of him and made him say that he was sorry for being a bully. Then we said to the camera that we were popping both his balls to teach him a life lesson. For his final ball, I jumped on his ball mercilessly, popping it immediately. Of course, we made sure there was nothing sizable left in his sack by crushing his popped balls to mush.

And we sent the video to every girl the bully had ever bullied (which of course, they forwarded to their friends, who forwarded to their friends, etc; eventually the whole school had a copy of the video)."

"He gave you the list girls he had bullied after you popped his ball? Even though he knew you would empty his sack no matter what?

"Yeah you can get guys to do pretty much anything after they lose a ball. I guess it's because they want to please you by doing whatever you ask them to, hoping that you spare their final ball."

"Mom... I would love a live demonstration of this." I looked toward Robert.

But Robert was already running away. The adrenaline pumping through him made him clumsy, but he managed to flee along with his clothes before any more demonstrations could be performed on his balls.

"I guess we'll have to postpone that demonstration to the next time Robert breaks a vase."

My mom and I laugh.

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