Mom's Lesson (Part 1) [Incest and Pussy-Envy]

\------ ***Disclaimer***

Incest content. I know some people freak out about incest, and I get it. This is a completely fictional story about a mother ballbusting her son. If you don't like incest, don't read.

Also, I'm not a writer, and this is my first story. I was just pretty bored of all the bb content I've seen on the internet, so I decided to experiment with my own fictional scenarios. I wrote too much, and now I accidentally have a complete story. Maybe somebody other than me will enjoy it. Cut me some slack if it's bad lol.

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\------ ***Context***

**Characters**:

* *Leah*: The mother
* *Evan*: The son
* *Jenny*: The daughter (barely mentioned)

Evan is fully grown and larger and stronger than his mother. Few details other than that. Use your own imagination to visualize these characters.

**Setting**: Evan's bedroom

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\------ ***The Story***

"I know it's embarrassing, but I'm your mother after all; Let me see your testicles," Leah demanded.

Evan pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his long cock and large balls.

"Wow..." his mother said, clearly transfixed on his size. "You are... endowed... your girlfriend is blessed," she added. She hadn't seen her son's package since he was a small kid, and she was proud of the man her son had become. "I know this is a strange question, but is there any pain in your balls?" She asked.

Evan blushed and denied it.

"I'm glad to hear that; I was concerned. Anyway, to be frank with you, Evan, you have some sizable plums. Trust me, I have seen many," Leah said, "You need to prioritize protecting your big boys."

Evan was embarrassed by how his mom addressed his privates and ashamed he was born with such large handicaps.

"I know Jenny likes to target your nutsack. I see her walk into your bedroom every morning, and I hear you holler in pain. I know what's going on here; she's told me about it, and that's why I'm here. Don't worry; I've scolded her over it." Leah revealed.

Evan's scrotum slightly retracted his vulnerable testicles towards his pelvis as memories of his sister punching, kicking, and squeezing his balls, flooded his male mind.

"I won't be here to protect you all your life; you must learn how to defend your family jewels. You're a handsome boy; I want grandchildren from you. Unfortunately, with a sack that size, disgruntled women throughout your life will likely often put your balls in danger." Leah cautioned him.

"So, pretend like I'm going to attack your nuts. How will you react?" She said while approaching him.

Evan cupped his balls with his palms.

"That won't help you!" Evan's mother disappointedly said while grabbing his shoulders and driving her bare knee into his groin.

Evan shrieked in pain as he fell to his knees. A familiar pain, very striking. Evan felt like vomiting but instead verbalized moans of pain. He thought to himself, why would mom ever do that? Why do women always target the balls? Why are men so biologically disadvantaged?

Leah towered and looked down upon Evan. She was surprised she did that to her own son, jeopardizing her own bloodline. He was in her womb for nine months, and she built those testicles; why would she ever want to damage them? She didn't mean to; it's just instinctual for a woman. She wanted to feel bad but didn't really; she's was pretty indifferent. Actually, she's slightly enthused at her ability to take down a strong man, taller than her, with a single strike to the gonads. She rediscovered women's power over men and started questioning why she rarely ever exploits the male weakness. With control over her son's balls, his wish is her command. She tried to empathize with his pain, but she couldn't. She has completely different reproductive organs; she will never understand the suffering that comes with a strike to the testicles. This is why women always target the balls. She thinks to herself, why are women so biologically advantaged?

Her train of thought was abruptly cut off when Evan angrily yelled, "Mom, why did you hit me!?"

Evan's mom replied, "I'm sorry, Evan. I just really wanted you to know that I love you very much, and I want you to take this very seriously. Hopefully, that will be the last time your balls are ever battered. I want you to learn how to protect yourself, so you never have to feel that excruciating pain again."

"Please, just leave my room and leave me alone, mom," Evan pleaded.

Leah approached Evan for a hug. Evan flinched, fearing his gonads were again in trouble, but lucky for him, they weren't. She saw his fear, which excited her; she was in control.

"Honey, I promise I won't hit you there again, but please listen to my self-defense tips. I will only pretend to hit you there from now on," Leah assured Evan.

"Okay," Evan reluctantly agreed. Evan loved his mom and trusted her dearly. He believed she was telling the truth.

"Great, honey. So, I was surprised by your attempt to protect your testicles. You put your hands over your groin, closed your eyes, and hoped for the best. I thought it would be ingrained in the male mind to at least turn away from any threat in line of sight of your nutsack. That should be the first thing you do when an angry woman approaches you: turn your body, so your balls aren't facing them. Covering your testicles, turning away, and walking or running away should be effective in most circumstances." Evan's mom demonstrated, grabbing her pussy and turning her body away from Evan.

"You should always try fleeing as soon as possible because women are clever, and they will eventually find a way to your berries. Never fight back if it's a woman; men should never strike women. Any man that hits a woman, even if in self-defense, deserves to be castrated," she clarified.

Evan felt overwhelmed and humiliated. He wanted to cry. For the last 5 minutes, his naked balls have been dangling between his thighs while his mother outright disgraces the reproductive organs that he never chose to have.

"Okay, ready for exercise two? I know you're a little scared after last time, but I promise I won't attack your nuts this time." Leah said, striking an aggressive pose. "Okay, here I come!"

Evan immediately turned his back to his mother, shielding his still aching balls.

"You have to get away from me, or I will find a way!" Leah warned Evan.

Evan tried to flee but was cornered, and faced the wall of his bedroom, still holding his vulnerable nuts.

Without hesitation, Evan's mother crouched down and saw a small gap between Evan's legs.

"You should've closed your legs, Evan!" she excitably said as she reached her right hand across Evan's taint, directly to the back of his scrotum. She quickly wrestled his hands away from his manhood and found herself in complete control. Despite her promise, Evan's own mother squeezed his poor testicles with the tightest grip she could muster.

Evan was shocked his mother was intentionally hurting his family jewels, despite trusting her not to. He was helpless as he felt the life being squeezed out of him. He was afraid she wouldn't stop, and he would soon faint from his mother's crushing grip on his balls. Evan wanted to fight back but was too weak.

"Mom, stop!" Evan painfully begged. She didn't respond.

She didn't intend to grab his balls, but she couldn't resist the sense of power she had at that moment. She had millions of her potential grandchildren in her hand; she controlled her son's future. She knew that her son knew that she was in complete control. She knew her son would do anything in the world not to have his manhood crushed that day. Evan was a good son, but his mother knew he could be better; he could be perfect, and her control over his testicles was key to that transformation.

Evan fell to his side and tried to crawl into a fetal position while his mom's palm was still wrapped around his nuts. She moved him to make his front face her, adjusted her grip, and added her other hand into the ball squeeze. Evan offered no resistance, and Evan's mom didn't feel like stopping.

"If you can't protect your testicles, you're unfit to carry them. This is no longer a lesson on protecting your balls; this is now a lesson on how you should respect mommy and women in general. You do whatever I say, or else." She said dauntingly.

Leah mentally confirmed that she wants her son to have kids and thus functional testicles. She just wants to use his balls as a tool for getting her son to do what she wants, but she doesn't want him to be infertile. She looked at the sack she was holding and admired how red and veiny the nuts were. She marveled at how these orbs could one day produce her grandchildren and continue the bloodline. She unconsciously began digging her nails into the balls.

Evan vomited from the pain, which prompted his mother to finally release the grip on his testicles.

"Aw, poor boy." She said this time with genuine sympathy for her broken son.

He was delirious and utterly beat. He didn't have the energy to speak another word.

She slowly lifted him onto his bed.

"I will be back with an ice pack and some cleaning supplies to clean up the mess. I hope you will never forget the lesson taught here tonight." Evan's mom said as she exited his bedroom.