Backfired pt. 2

"I've always thought, no, I'll get grounded, mum won't give me my allowance. It's not worth it. But now...after this". She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against the hard wall. Toby was confused to feel her hands reach behind his legs, find his buttocks and start to lift him up the wall. She rested his right leg on a small circular table that had a small plant on it.

"I'm pretty sure you can't do this, Ruth. It's not right".

"It'll be alright now, mum won't mind. She'll be on my side, she'll probably help me, she'll probably bring you along to PE lessons".

"Eh? You're not making any sens... oooohhhh ......-aaaarrggggh..."

Ruth had cut short his question by driving her cheerleader's knee into Toby's balls so forcefully and at such an angle that she had launched his body off the table, which now toppled over, and he shot up the wall like a bucked rodeo rider. As gravity brought him down, Ruth held her knee in position. His nuts landed directly on her kneecap and the weight of his own body was now complicit in his destruction. He had no way of even beginning to soothe his pounding scrotum. Ruth had his arms pinned down to the high windowsill and he was completely at her mercy, of which she clearly felt little. Toby was so winded, so shocked, that he could only emit a voiceless scream. He felt the edges of his vision turning dark. "You better get used to this", taunted Ruth, "because when I tell my friends what you two did here tonight, they're all going to want a shot at these pills". She emphasized "these pills" by rubbing her knee between them. Toby, meanwhile, felt like he'd taken pills. Nauseous with pain, faint with the shock, his body went limp and Ruth let him slide off her knee and onto the carpet.

She was euphoric. Never again would she have to put up with Toby's shit. Everytime he so much as looked at her she could reduce him to the useless sack of potatoes he was at that moment with a simple kick, knee or 360 degree balltwist. And speaking of "useless sacks", if she attacked his ballsack often enough, maybe he could make him completely ....what was the word they'd learnt in biology with Miss Sullivan .... infertile. She savoured this prospect for a few moments before suddenly she became aware of a slight squelching sound coming from the sofa. She turned and immediately screamed ....... with disgust. Darren had made a recovery and, having also freed his penis from his flies, was pumping it clumsily, while leering at the legs Ruth had just been using to such devastating effect .

"What is it, dear? What's the matter?" came a frantic voice from the landing. "Oh God, mum"., Ruth replied. " You don't want to see this, it's so ...... totally... gross". Far from deterring Charlotte Goodwin, Ruth's words seemed to make her rush up all the quicker, as fast as her heels would allow, in fact. "You've not spilt anything in there, have you?" came the worried question from the stairs. On entering the attic room, Charlotte came to a complete standstill. "What's happene..... why is Toby.....is he alright?" She stooped a little and saw he was breathing. "Er....., we had a little fight", explained Ruth, losing her earlier confidence. "But he's unconscious....Ruth? What's been ...oh..hello....Who are you? .....wait ...what are you doing?....Oh lord...look away Ruth...oh...that's disgusting". Darren had been trying to get his erect member back into his trousers, but with no success, as he was struggling with the erection of a lifetime. "It was both of them, mum", Ruth started, embarrassed, and sounding upset. "They tried .....thet tried to feel my bre..asts".

At this point, something strange happened. Her mother's angry disbelief seemed to slowly give way to amused relief. "Did they now.....and that's why Toby is out cold". Ruth insisted that it had been self-defense. "I'm sure it was, dear", Charlotte reassured her. "You know, it's a shame, I thought I'd brought Toby up to be different from his father. That lecherous little... I saw the way he used to look at you....he probably thought you were fair game as his stepdaughter. Well, after what your aunty Heidi and I did to him he won't be looking at anyone that way again." This was news to Ruth, who had just been glad that the sleazy Tom was out of their lives.She smiled at her mum, and looked forward to hearing the details later, especially as she knew her aunty had once hospitalised an attacker.

"Well, Ruth", Charlotte said, putting her folders down on the sofa, "looks like you've made a start, but there's still a lot of work to be done here". Ruth knew her mother as a serious authority figure, but all of a sudden there seemed to be a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Let's start with Wadely the wanker here", she said in a teasing voice while pulling him up by his arm. Ruth giggled while Darren made nervous protestations, "I'll tell my mum, miss....I'll tell her everything". Charlotte seemed unimpressed by this. "I know your mother, Wadely. She's been coming to my night school classes for over a year.....push him up against the bookshelf, Ruth". Charlotte was hitching up her long Thai skirt when she asked, "Do you know what she's been learning, Wadely? ......You may as well pull his trousers down, Ruth". "I don't know, miss. Probably something about women" he muttered contemptuously. "You need to learn some respect for women, Darren, especially your mother", Charlotte has raised her skirt high enough for him to see the reinforced fawn nylon at the top of her thighs, "she told me you keep pornographic magazines under your bed, is that right?". Charlotte raised a flirtatious eyebrow, and repeated the question when Darren refused to answer. "You see, your mother told me she's scared to be alone in the house with a son who is so sex-crazed....and that's why she came to me..so I can teach her......". Charlotte swept the rounded toe of her high heel under Darren's radar and into his exposed balls, "...THIS!", she shouted on impact. However, Darren showed no signs of dropping, and despite the shoes, Charlotte could feel she had mostly kicked the loose skin around testicles. She was a woman annoyed by any inefficiency and this was no exception. Ruth piped up, full of eagerness,"I think you have to trap them against the pelvis, mum. If you really want to crush them bad". "Thank you, dear, but I think I've done this often enough to know the basics..I was just getting warmed up"

Charlotte decided her knee might be more effective, it would certainly be easier to keep her balance if she had a tight hold of Wadely while she struck. She came in close. The mesh of her nylon clad upper leg rubbing against the inside Darren's panicking, trembling thigh. "You actually have to aim to knee him under his balls, mum....that's what Miss Sullivan says, anyway". "That's good advice" agreed Charlotte, "that way your balls will go splat, Darren....all over the place", her dangly earrings rocked as she pretended to react to an explosion. "You see Ruth, I grab the pervert that exposed himself in your own bedroom, pin him to the bookcase like so, and pulverise his testicles with a well......ooooffffff!" Charlotte's knee had gone too far under - she had struck one of the shelves, causing it to splinter. Now she was really vexed, and before Ruth could issue any more tips she had pulled Wadely towards her and smashed his balls with the kind of knee strike a lumberjack's wife would have been proud of. But she didn't stop there. As Darren's body attempted to curl up, she pushed him back by the throat and aimed her toe with cynical precision directly at his left testicle, jabbing it like a trapped animal. Darren's body jerked in agony, his lungs let out a shriek. Ruth had been agog, amazed by these latest devastating strikes, but now she realized she had to cover Darren's mouth and prevent him from collapsing before the lesson was over. She got in behind him and pushed her left knee into his back while pulling on both his wrists to straighten him up, .

Toby was woozily rousing from a troubled sleep. He first became aware of a dull slapping sound.....with a kind of muffled whimpering echo. Again. There it was again. He sensed movement nearby. Was he at camp? Where was he? Why was he on a carpet. He rolled onto his other side and found it hard to focus. There seemed to be a controlled commotion. It was something shocking and familar at the same time. Then he started....his mother...his own mother was taking three step run-ups to alternately kick her shin, ankle and toe into a naked boy's privates. Meanwhile his sister had the boy .... wasn't that Wadely?.....round his neck, and was looking a bit miffed. "I'm sorry, dear, but I promised his mother I'd do it properly if I ever got the chance. But don't worry, I don't think Toby will have learnt his lesson yet". Toby saw a smile spread across his sister's face. "As long as you don't completely mash him", Charlotte's incoming knee put an added stress on the word 'mash', "because I think it's only fair Mrs Wadely has a crack at him too.... after what I've done to her son". They looked at Darren's bright red ballsack and laughed...and Toby tried to force himself back into the world of dreams............