Mother's Stinky Barefoot.pdf

It was a warm summer day and 19-year-old Kyle was out for a walk in the park, his smartphone in hand. He was bored and looking for some mischief to get into.

That's when he spotted them - a couple pretty girls walking along the path ahead of him, their short skirts fluttering in the breeze that hugged their thighs. Kyle's eyes widened with glee at the idea. He quickly changed to the camera app on his phone, making sure to set it to video mode.

As the girls approached, he pretended to text, angling the phone under their skirts. The way their panties hugged their shapely bottoms made his heart race. He panned the camera along their legs, really zooming in on the smooth skin. After passing them, he turned and looked back over his shoulder, still filming up their skirts from behind now.

He caught a few more angles of the girls' rears, then trotted off a side path, giddy with excitement. In the shade of some trees, he watched the videos he'd taken and grinned to himself. This was great stuff.

The next afternoon, Kyle was hanging around the house bored again when he heard the front door open - his mom Jenna was home from work early. He peeked out his bedroom door to see her walk by in a short skirt and her favorite black strappy heels.

Giving her a moment, Kyle snuck out and followed her towards the kitchen. She really filled out that tight skirt nicely. As she walked, he watched her heels sink into the carpet, imagining them sinking into soft flesh instead.

Unable to resist, Kyle crept up behind her and suddenly lunged forward, stomping a heel right down on the back of her skirt! Jenna let out a surprised yelp and jumped at the unexpected sensation of her stiletto plunging into her ass through the fabric.

"Ah! What the hell?" She spun around, glaring at her son. "What's wrong with you?!"

"Uh, sorry mom! I thought you were a burglar!" Kyle fibbed, holding up his hands in mock alarm, though he was tingling with excitement at getting away with something so wild.

Jenna rolled her eyes. "Well next time just ask who it is before assaulting me, okay?" She adjusted her skirt. "I'm going to change. Don't break anything while I'm upstairs."

After she left, Kyle glanced at the carpet where she'd been standing. Was that...a crushed snail? He smirked, picturing his mom's heel driving into the slimy thing.

Suddenly, he was flooded with inspiration. Pulling out his phone, he made his way outside, then began tromping around the yard in his bare feet, looking for bugs to step on. He crushed worms and ants and beetles, filming the whole thing close-up. Then he laid a trail of sugar on the pavement and waited for ants to gather before filming himself squashing them with slow, deliberate steps.

For good measure, he stomped on a few snails too, watching their shells shatter under his soles with satisfaction. His mind was buzzing now with dark, thrilling ideas of what he could do with this kind of content. He could make quite a name for himself online with videos combining beautiful women's legs and feet with graphic insect and snail killing.

And for his grand finale, he snuck into his mom's closet and pulled out her nicest pair of strappy stilettos - the ones she wore with that tight red dress. Holding the shoes up to his face, he began to sniff and lick all over the insoles and straps, moaning as he breathed in the musty musk of his mother's feet that permeated the leather. His cock was rock hard as he messed up his mom's shoes with his drool, getting off on the taboo thrill of it.

Finally, he filmed himself stomping on a few more bugs with the spiked heels, then set the shoes back just how he'd found them. He spent the rest of the night editing his videos into a compilation and posting them anonymously online.

The reaction was intense and immediate. Viewers either adored his videos or were horrified by them. Both camps accessed and shared his content in droves. Kyle watched his view counts skyrocket as his videos went viral.

He'd done it. With his snuff videos, he'd tapped into a strange but powerful taboo fascination for him. And by targeting his content at foot fetishists, insect crushing enthusiasts, and those with a morbid curiosity, he could ride this niche wave for a long time.

Kyle was already planning his next production. He'd get a camera under his mom's skirt for sure this time, maybe even convince her to crush some bugs for him in her heels... The possibilities were endless now that he'd discovered this dark thrill. Little did he know, his lucrative underground hobby was only just beginning.