Violently

Jen quickly took two big steps toward her son, and on her third swung her foot up as hard as she could, right into his balls. The warm flesh off his sack squished around her bare foot as he was literally lifted off the ground. John fell to the floor, whimpering in pain.

"You rapey little shit!" Jen screamed.

"OW! I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself!"

"Awww, my poor baby couldn't help himself?" Jen mocked in a condescending tone. "You're were just too weak and powerless to resist?"

"Yes" John took what he thought was a free excuse provided by his mother.

"And I suppose all that disgusting cum just jerked itself out of my poor baby's big fat cock!"

"Please! I can explain-"

"Stand up when you're talking to your mother young man!"

"I.. I can't... it hurts too much."

"I SAID STAND UP!" With that Jen reached down and grabbed John's aching balls in her hand. They were so big that normally there would be no way of hold both at once in the same hand, but she was squeezing them so hard that they squished into the palm of her hand, spilling out around the sides and through her fingers. Next she pulled. She pulled hard. And up. John had **** but to stand, he shot right up out of the very real fear that she might just rip them off.

"There. That's better. Now, you were saying?"

"OWOWOOWOWO PLEASE STOP!" John cried, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Well that wasn't a very good explanation."

John was on his toes now, he leaned forward, planting his hands on his mother's shoulders, trying to support his own weight as the pain weakened him to the brink of passing out.

"You know what you need young man?"