Mom busted dad (true story)

[After I posted the true story of my mom busting me](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/qcehgz/another_mother_bust_true_story/), I had lots of chat requests to talk about other things that happened. I don’t mind chatting, so if people want to reach out, you’re welcome to, as long as you’re friendly and polite. But I found myself telling the same stories over and over, so I figure I’d share a few more here.


And a quick caveat- my mom was great. She wasn’t abusive, she wasn’t weird or exploitative or anything bad. A few random incidents in a long life doesn’t mean she was some crazy sadist, so please don’t say things like that about her or myself. If you don’t like the topic or the content, please don’t read. Just carry on with your day.


I don’t believe my mom was a ballbuster, but she did seem to find it extra funny when guys got hit there. And she actually liked to talk about it or joke about it when situations arose. I always found those moments very embarrassing. So while she wasn’t really a ballbuster, she did seem to enjoy the idea of men having penises and testicles and how vulnerable it made them. But this isn’t a story about all those verbals or discussions we had. This is about the only other time my mother hit someone in the nuts.


If you read my other story, you know she had that reflex reaction when I accidentally hit her breast. She did sort of an underhand softball pitching motion- a hard, fast, underhand punch right to my balls. Well…a few years after that incident I was able to witness what this must have looked like to an observer. She and my father didn’t have the best relationship. They fought a fair amount. Not physically, just yelling. They were good people, but they stopped getting along. It was during one of these fights that I witnessed an escalation.


She and my father were arguing in the kitchen, while my sister and I watched from the adjacent room. The discussion got heated and turned into actual yelling. At one point, my father called her a “bitch.” This was way out of character- he wasn’t the type of man to say something like that normally, so I’m sure this surprised her. It was the end of the long day and I’m sure they were both stressed. Hearing this must have been too much for her, because in a flash, I saw her arm swing back behind her and then accelerate in that underhand pitch/punch motion. She was actually slightly taller than him, so her fist flying forward was perfectly aligned and it nailed him. Her knuckles nailing his sack. It all happened so fast. But it was a hard punch and my father yelled out, loudly and fell to his knees while holding his groin.


My sister and I stood there in silence and my mom angrily left the room without saying anything to him. I was humiliated to see my father in that position. The big, strong man in my life reduced to a pathetic mess holding his balls and trying to look tough while kneeling in the kitchen. And what was worse is that I realized this was the exact same way my mother had hit my own sack. I left the scene and went to my room, angry and embarrassed. My sister brought it up once or twice in the following weeks with me, but I wasn’t interested in talking with her about it, mostly because I was too humiliated at what I’d seen.


This was the only other bust I’d ever seen from my mother. Like I said, I don’t think she was someone who did it often, but she seemed to know what she was doing if the situation arose. At the time, it was not a fun experience to witness or think about. However, now that I’m well into my life, I can admit that there’s a certain excitement in thinking back on the memory, talking about it, etc. I hope you all liked the story. Say hi sometime if you’d like.