When Mommy Busted Me

The sun hung low over the rolling fields of the farm, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Sherry, a slender woman with calloused hands and a gentle smile, hefted a heavy bucket of fresh milk from the barn. Her son, Ryan, trailed behind her, his slight frame mirroring her own. They were a quiet pair, bound by the rhythms of farm life and the comfort of each other’s company.

“Careful, Mom,” Ryan teased, dodging a stray chicken that darted across the path. “You’re gonna spill that milk again.”

Sherry chuckled, her breath visible in the crisp evening air. “Not today, mister. This is going straight to the kitchen.”

They crossed the yard, the bucket swinging slightly in Sherry’s grip. Ryan, ever the helper, reached out to steady it. But the ground was uneven, slick with early dew, and Sherry’s foot caught on a root. She stumbled forward, the bucket slipping from her hands. With a dull thud, it landed squarely on Ryan’s lap as he crouched to tie his shoe.

Ryan yelped, collapsing onto the grass, his face contorted in pain. The bucket rolled away, milk pooling in the dirt. Sherry dropped to her knees beside him, her heart racing.

“Ryan! Oh, honey, I’m so sorry!” Her hands hovered, unsure where to touch. “Are you okay?”

Ryan clutched his crotch, his voice a strained whisper. “It… hurts.”

Sherry’s face flushed with guilt. “I didn’t mean to—oh, lord, let’s get you inside.” She helped him up, her arm around his narrow shoulders, and guided him to the farmhouse. Inside, she sat him on the couch with a bag of frozen peas and a glass of water.

“Stay put,” she said, her voice firm but trembling. “I’ll clean up the mess outside.”

Ryan nodded, his eyes squeezed shut, his breathing shallow. The pain from the impact of the bucket was intense, but it was not entirely unpleasant. He felt a strange warmth spread from his groin, a sensation that grew more pronounced as the cold peas pressed against his skin. He shifted uncomfortably, the fabric of his jeans sticky with milk.

Sherry returned from the yard, her apron damp with milk and grass stains. She studied her son, the concern on her face giving way to curiosity as she noticed his subtle movements. "Ryan, are you okay?"

He took a deep breath, the coldness of the peas mingling with the pain. "I think... I think it's okay." But his voice wavered, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.

The following day, Sherry's concern for Ryan's well-being seemed to have taken a peculiar turn. She checked on him every few hours, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants as he lay on the couch, groaning softly. Each time she approached, her touch grew bolder, her fingers poking and prodding at the tender area, making him suck in air through gritted teeth. "It's just to make sure you're okay," she'd murmur, but the glint in her eyes told a different story.

Ryan felt a mix of pain and arousal with each touch. He tried to ignore it, telling himself it was just the shock of the accident, but as the hours passed, he couldn't help but notice his growing erection. It was confusing, but it also felt strangely comforting, a shared secret between them that neither could put into words.

That evening, as Sherry leaned over to replace the peas with a fresh bag, her hand brushed against his crotch. He flinched, his body betraying him, and she paused, her eyes meeting his. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension palpable.

"Mom," he began, his voice cracking, "why...why do you keep doing that?"

Sherry straightened, her eyes dark with a hunger she hadn’t felt in years. "Because, Ryan," she whispered, "I liked the sound it made. The way you jumped." She took a step closer, her hand lingering over his crotch. "And the way it makes you feel. So vulnerable, so... aroused."

Ryan's breath hitched as she squeezed his balls through the fabric. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of pleasure that left him trembling. "Mom, I... I don’t know what's happening."

Sherry leaned in closer, her voice a seductive purr. "You enjoyed it, didn't you? That little bit of pain." She traced her finger along his erection, her touch light as a feather. "Don’t worry, honey. I'll take good care of you."

Ryan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. The line between pain and pleasure had blurred into a delicious haze that made him feel alive. "Okay," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Sherry's hand slid up to the back of his neck, her thumb tracing a gentle circle as her other hand found the bulge in his pants once more. She began to squeeze, her grip firm and unyielding. He winced but didn’t pull away, his erection pulsing with each painful caress.

Leaning closer, she captured his mouth in a searing kiss. It was unlike any kiss she'd ever had before—raw, hungry, and filled with a passion that seemed to have been building for an eternity.

Her hand squeezed his balls harder, and Ryan gasped into her mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest, and it only made his erection throb more painfully. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, her pupils dilated with desire.

"Not yet, baby," she murmured, her voice a sweet torture. "We've got all night, and tomorrow, I want to explore this new side of you even more."

The next day, the anticipation hung in the air like the scent of freshly baked bread. Sherry’s eyes glinted with excitement as she looked at Ryan, her mind racing with ideas to push their boundaries further. She decided on the bathroom, a place of vulnerability and intimacy.

With a smoldering gaze, she beckoned him to follow. He hobbled slightly, his balls still tender from the previous day’s ordeal. The bathroom was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting shadows that danced across the walls. She guided him to the toilet and had lay his balls on the rim.

Sherry’s eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and something darker as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her movements were deliberate, each button a silent promise of what was to come. She shrugged the fabric off her shoulders, revealing the lacy black bra that contained her ample breasts. Ryan’s eyes widened as she reached behind her back and unclipped the clasp with a practiced flourish, letting the garment fall to the floor.

Her slender, hairless torso was a testament to the years of hard work on the farm. The candlelight danced over her smooth skin, casting warm shadows across her flat stomach and the slight curve of her hips. She stepped out of her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles, and Ryan could see the dampness between her legs, a clear indication of her arousal. She was beautiful in a way that was both familiar and foreign to him, a woman whose body he’d known since birth, yet now it held mysteries he hadn’t dared to explore.

Sherry sat on the toilet, her legs spread, the cold porcelain rim pressing into the tender flesh of Ryan’s bruised testicles. She leaned back, her breasts heavy and full, the nipples erect with excitement. She placed one foot on the edge of the bathtub, giving him full view of her shaven mound, the lips slightly parted and glistening with anticipation.

"Open your mouth," she instructed, her voice husky with desire.

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, but he obeyed, his breath catching as Sherry leaned in, her full breasts dangling tantalizingly before him.  As she lowered herself slightly, her nipples grazed his eager lips, and she moaned, the sound resonating through him like a physical touch. He took a tentative lick, the salty taste of her skin pleasing to his tongue.

Her hand tightened on the back of his neck, guiding him closer, and she whispered, "Suck them, baby," her voice thick with need.

Ryan obeyed, his mouth closing over one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. He could feel the weight of her above him, her body pressing down on his, the pain in his balls a constant reminder of their newfound intimacy. As he suckled, she began to rock gently, increasing the pressure on his bruised testicles. It was agonizing, yet the pleasure grew stronger, a delicious ache that seemed to resonate through every part of him.

Sherry’s breath grew ragged, her eyes half-closed as she watched her son pleasure her. She could feel her own orgasm building, her hips moving faster, her grip on his neck tightening. "Oh, Ryan," she gasped, "you're making Mommy feel so good."

The words hung in the air, thick with the promise of more to come. But with a sudden sharp twist of her wrist, she brought him back to reality, the pain in his balls bringing him to the brink of tears. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Tomorrow, my sweet boy. Wait 'till then."

The following day was a blur of anticipation for Ryan. His mind raced with thoughts of what his mother had in store for him. His cock was hard all day, the constant throb a reminder of the strange, thrilling sensations she had introduced him to. When she finally called him into the barn, she was stark naked again, and his heart was hammering in his chest.

"Mom," he began, his voice shaking slightly, "I... I want it all. I want you to take it to the next level."

Sherry's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "You want me to... bust them completely?"

Ryan nodded, his voice steady despite the tremor in his body. "Yes, Mom. I need it. I need to feel everything you have to give."

Sherry’s smile grew wider, and she stroked his cheek tenderly. "You're so brave, my love."

Her words were a balm to his soul, and he felt his heart swell with love and gratitude. "Thank you, Mom."

Sherry leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "And I'm looking forward to seeing every little change in you, every moment of your recovery." Her hand trailed down to his crotch, cupping his balls gently before giving them a firm squeeze.

Ryan's eyes shot open, his breath hitching. "Mom, please," he whimpered, his erection growing even more painful under her grasp.

Sherry's smile grew even wider, and she leaned in to whisper, "I know you do, baby." Her hand left his neck and traveled to the front of his pants, cupping his testicles firmly. "You're so hard for me," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You love being vulnerable, don't you?"

Ryan couldn’t deny the truth in her words. He felt his cheeks burn with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "Yes," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers.

Sherry’s smile grew into a grin, and she stepped back, her hand lingering on his erection before she let go. "Good boy," she purred, her voice a siren's call. "Men are naturally so vulnerable, you know. I'm going to enjoy taking that vulnerability to its natural conclusion."

With a swift movement, she grabbed the milk bucket they had used before, the very symbol of their loving new bond. "Ready?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Ryan nodded, his voice shaking slightly. "Yes, Mom. I'm ready."

Sherry's heart raced with excitement as she genly pulled off his clothes, pushed him to the cold floor of the barn, then placed the bucket over her son's balls. The cool metal kissed his tender flesh, and she could see his muscles tense in anticipation. "Remember," she cooed, "you can always tell me if it's too much."

Ryan nodded, his eyes locked on hers as she took a deep breath and lowered herself onto the bucket. The pressure grew, and his eyes watered with pain, but he remained silent, his erection unwavering.

"Mom," he whispered, his voice tight with anticipation. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Sherry's eyes shone with a mix of maternal warmth and carnality as she began to lower herself onto the bucket. Her weight pressed down on the cold metal, and the pressure grew, pushing his bruised balls into a vice-like grip.

Ryan's body tensed, his teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle a scream. He watched as his mother's face grew more determined, her thighs clenching around the bucket. The pain grew, a white-hot agony that seemed to fill every part of him, but he remained silent, his eyes never leaving hers.

Sherry leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "You're doing so good, baby. So strong for Mommy."

Her weight increased on the bucket, and the pain grew unbearable. But amidst the agony, Ryan felt a strange, almost euphoric release building deep within him. His cock, trapped between their bodies, was a pulsing, desperate thing, begging for relief.

"Mom," he whimpered, his voice a broken plea.

Sherry's eyes shone with a fierce, almost primal hunger as she pushed down harder, her thighs quivering with the effort. "Cum for me, baby," she murmured, her breath hot against his cheek.

The pressure grew, and with a final, almost animalistic grunt, she bore down with all her might. There was an audible crunch, and Ryan's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the floor. Sherry's eyes went wide, a mix of love and fascination playing across her face. The sound of his balls being crushed was unmistakable, a wet, meaty squelch that seemed to echo through the barn.

Ryan's body spasmed, his legs kicking wildly. And then, with a gasp that was half-sobbing, half-moan, he came. His seed shot out like a geyser, spattering the floor and the bucket, the force of it making Sherry's hand slip. She watched in awe as he continued to twitch and pulse, his body wracked with pleasure and pain.

When the last tremor passed, he lay there, his chest heaving, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Mom," he whimpered, "I love you."

Sherry's face was a mask of love and fascination. She leaned down, her naked body hovering above him, and kissed him gently on the forehead. "I love you too, Ryan."

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