Mothers Know Best

Finally after our third year of marriage Bob agreed to be castrated, and it wasn't without more than a little prodding by his mother, my mother and I. Both our families were female dominant. My mother had castrated my father after I was born. When I was 12. I helped her castrate my older brother! She said he had big testicles like his fathers and explained to me the reason she was cutting his balls off. It was to keep him calm and more manageable! Specially that I was getting older now. She said without his balls we wouldn't have to worry about his cock getting all big and hard like I've seen it lately!

So in my world growing up! It wasn't any big deal to have the males in your family castrated. But not all of them. Like Bob his mother decided early on when he showed signs of developing a huge set of testicles, in the same manner as a woman with birthing hips as they would say! He would be ripe for fathering children.

When I was 17 our mothers arranged the marriage at a small party more like a ceremony. Bob was presented to me. He was naked except for a white satin pouch that barely held his cock and balls in. I had known Bob growing up and was always fascinated with his big dangling testicles, fondling them kidding him about someday I'd cut them off him! We would both start giggling watching his big old cock stiffen as big as my forearm then I'd run! Him chasing me. I would scream with laughter at the site of his cock and balls flopping! But he could never catch me. When he was exhausted he would dropped to his knees and start jerking off in front of me. Laughing I would run behind him push his back down reach under between his thighs grab his balls squeezing them until he stopped grunting! Than still holding him by his balls I would start spanking him for being a bad boy soiling the lawn.

That was years ago! The Bob that stood before me now was a full grown man with a bulging pouch like the size of a cantaloupe!

Both mothers like mothers are were proud. Bobs mother stood behind him holding his shoulders motioning my mother to weigh her sons testicles which she did exclaiming! She was right not to deball him. That he was a exceptional specimen of manhood! That her daughter should be so lucky to own one such as he!

Chapter 2 The Pinata

After the formal type introductions Bob and I were left alone for a while, and unlike my father, brother, and every other deballed male I had known he wasn't a dum stupid zombie like them! He actually had a sense of humor about the whole thing. I was actually starting to like him as a person rather than just a big set of walking testicles!

We noticed other women arriving with their males intoe all dominatrix. When Bobs mother announced!

Ok ladies the unveiling of my son by his soon to be bride! But I have something special in mind. He will be hung from the ceiling by his wrists and ankles like a pinata! Blindfolding her, giving her this baseball bat to remove his pouch! "Let's hope she doesn't ruin him before her wedding night girls"!

"OH Bob I can't"! I'm liable to ruin your big beautiful balls! He took my hand placing it on his pouch saying. All they want to see are my balls falling out and dangling! The only danger is when there hanging free so when they fallout I'll cough twice to signal you. Then you stop and pull the blindfold off ok?

I watched Bob being hoisted up by my balless father and brother and Bobs likewise bothers. His huge heavy pouch hung obscenely under him!

Mexican somlrero's as party treats were passed around putting everything into a festive mood along with Mexican music as my mother blindfolded me, and his mother pushed a bat into my hands whispering! "He's got two! so don't worry honey! You'll probably only hit or ruin one"!

Spinning me around three times my mother pushing me! I suppose in the direction of Bob I started swinging the bat about in the air searching with screams of laughter when I connected with something on a down swing evidently smashing the head of one of a dominatrixs males! It felt like I hit a pumpkin the thudding noise it made! But they were yelling! Your cold your cold! So I reversed my self swinging in another direction when my bat shattered a window then I knew where I was! Turning waving the bat in the air I connected with Bobs leg I think! Then following it up I found the V between his legs then the soft dangling pouch of his cock and balls, moving in front probing with the bat I swung to a roar of laughter! Bob coughed twice signaling that his cock and balls were hanging free! I pretended to stumble losing my direction started swinging in the air as though I was trying to smash Bobs balls for a home run! Accidentally clubbing another male guest over the head!

That was three years ago! Me and Bob are on our own without a family. He couldn't in pregnant me but it wasn't his fault it was mind. I was infertile. I've long grown tired of his maleness and only occasionally will use him myself. Lending him out to different girlfriends even my mother! But it was time to castrate him. I didn't really care one way or the other about deballing him! But my mother and his were always going on about how long are you going to let those testicles hang off him! He's an embarrassment!

The End