More Mother Moments

Hey everybody!

If you've read my other stories, you know I've had a few familial related busting incidents. And I was always a little embarrassed about them, but in talking with so many of you, I've come to be OK with my history and how they've shaped my own feelings about ballbusting and some of the more taboo thoughts about it. A few people have encouraged me to share a little more. They aren't necessarily stories about specific incidents, just about how some of my mother's attitudes and actions shaped my feelings on things. And I also want to stress she wasn't abusive or a bad person. A handful of stories in a long lifetime isn't representative of the full picture. Anyway, here's some more info for those who are interested.

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Mom always had a way of making me feel a little awkward and embarrassed about my genitals. She looooved seeing it happen in movies and on TV. She never missed America's funniest videos and always laughed really loudly at any of the bust moments, which as the only male in the room, was always a little uncomfortable. She also bounced between being very proper and calling our parts penis/testicles, or the total opposite- "boy bits" (even for grown men! "Ouch, I bet he feels bad about his boy bits.") She'd also sort of direct her enjoyment at those moments at me, which was extra humiliating "I bet you're happy those weren't your boy bits getting with with that shovel, eh?" Nothing mean or ill intentioned, but enough to make me feel embarrassed about my parts. I played soccer and she loved seeing my team mates line up in the wall formation and put their hands over their junk. She'd laugh about the boys in the wall and how they covered themselves. She'd say things to me like "it's dumb that your friends have to cover their boy bits like that. They're such small targets anyway." Or one time I was playing goalie and took a shot to the balls and fell down and was down for a little bit. She didn't make fun of me, but she sort of laughed in my face when I got home. Paraphrasing here, but it was essentially "Did that ball hit you between your legs, honey? Are your boy bits ok?" but she said it in a way that made me feel humiliated, like she was almost happy I'd gotten hurt that way. I dunno.


Anyway, thought I'd share the attitude in addition to some of my previous stories. Hope you enjoyed!