The Dream Ends

"Myron! Myron wake up!" My eyes open as my mother is shaking me. Did I fall asleep and dream mom was going to give me a footjob? Apparently so. She's wearing the same outfit but that's the only similarity between my dream and right now, reality. I rub the sleep from my eyes.

"Good lord Myron did you get hit in the nuts again? What is it this time? Did you get hit with a ball in gym class or were you yet again kicked in the balls by a girl? I swear sometimes I think I aught to get the burdizzo out that I used when I castrated your father and castrate you as well." Strangely the threat of castration by my sexy mother makes my cock stiffen. I've had fantasies about her cutting my testicles off.

As for my dad she did castrate him after she caught him cheating one time to often.

"Y-- y you still have your burdizzo?" She puts her hands on her hips." You bet I do. Now answer me. What happened to your balls?"

"I got kicked, kicked right square in the nuts--- by a girl."

Boy does she look pissed. "Well you might as well remove the blanket and let me see them." I move the blanket down around my ankles and take the now melted ice pack off my bean bag. She kneels by the side of the chair and looks at my balls." Wow you got quite the bruise on your scrotum. They don't look too swollen though. I'll go get you a fresh ice pack from the freezer. I don't think you need to go to the emergency room. How do they feel now?"

I clear my throat. "They still ache a bit. On a scale of 1- 10 I'd say about a one and a half maybe a two."

"Hmph, you should count your lucky stars I didn't kick you. I'd have booted them up into your throat."

She takes the melted ice pack back into the kitchen and returns with a fresh one along with a Martini she made for herself.

"Here, put this on your nuggets."

She sits on the couch and takes her white sandals off of her sexy barefeet. "You know Myron before I clamped your father's cords I used to hit him in his groin all the time. I used to punch, knee, kick, stomp and squeeze those nuts of his. One time we were at a party and I wanted to leave but he didn't. I grabbed his goobers and squeezed them right there in front of everybody. It didn't take long for him to see things my way. I ballbusted many guys over the years. They used to call me The Nutcracker in high school. I love it. There's nothing like smashing a guy's balls. I'll smash yours too if you don't behave."

My MILF of a mother just threatened to squash my grapes if I misbehave.

I suddenly feel the urge to be a very bad boy.