Painful-Playful

Devin is 18 y.o. and still lives at home with his mom and dad. It's a warm Saturday evening, he's sitting in the living room in his red boxers and nothing else. His family was never too shy about dressing light, they had all seen each other in their underwear or wrapped in towels.

From upstairs walks Devin's mother, Michelle. She's wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and boy shorts, her golden brown hair let down, and a touch of sweat coming from her brow.

"Whoo... it is WARM upstairs" she says casually, "We gotta get the A/C fixed..." she walks into the kitchen to get a drink. Devin decides that he could use something iced as well. "Yeah? You're telling me." He gets up off the couch and walks into the kitchen as well. "I'm sitting in there sweating my freakin' balls off." He says playfully, walking up next to his mother by the fridge.

Michelle looks at him, "Oh?" She asks. Suddenly, with the pitcher of tea in her right hand, flicks out her left arm. The back of her hand stiffly slaps Devin's balls, he can feel the bump of her wedding ring connect with his right nut. As Devin's knees immediately buckle upon impact and he groans in pain, Michelle giggles.

"Nope, it seems they haven't been sweated off quite yet. So, would you like some iced tea honey?" She sets the pitcher on the counter and grabs some glasses from the cupboard. "Uuuum, yes please, mom" Devin groans out.

This wasn't the first time his mom had hit him in the balls, but he never expected it...