Pet Crushed Unaware by Heels.pdf

It had been a long day for Sarah. She was exhausted from work, but still had to make dinner for her family. As she moved around the kitchen, her high heel sandals mules clicked against the tile floor. Little did she know, her teenage son Tommy was hiding around the corner, using his mobile phone camera to capture a video of her as she cooked.

Tommy had always found his mom incredibly attractive. The way she moved, the way her voluptuous curves filled out her tight dress, even the way the heels of her sandals made her legs look longer and more toned. He couldn't help himself - as soon as she left the room, he unzipped his pants and started masturbating furiously to the video he had just taken, imagining what it would be like to have his mother's hands all over his virile young body.

Meanwhile, Sarah was oblivious to her son's perverse actions. She reached up to grab a plate from a high shelf, stretching up on her tiptoes in the tall heels. In doing so, she didn't notice a tiny pet bug scurrying across the counter. With a sickening crunch, she accidentally stepped right on the tiny creature with the heel of her sandal.

"Oh my god, disgusting!" Sarah shrieked, quickly removing her foot and staring in revulsion at the bug's crushed remains oozing out from under her shoe. She grabbed a paper towel and tried to wipe it off, but some of the gunk got on her fingers.

Glancing at the mess on her heel in dismay, Sarah had an idea. She knew her son was still home, even though he should have been doing his homework by now. "Tommy!" she called out. "Can you come here for a second? I need some help."

Tommy scrambled to zip up his pants and wipe the sweat from his brow before emerging from around the corner, trying to look nonchalant. "Uh, yeah mom? What's up?"

"There's this disgusting bug I stepped on and I can't get it off my shoe," Sarah explained, making a face. "Can you do me a favor and just wipe it off for me? I don't want to touch it with my bare hands."

"Sure, no problem," Tommy agreed, knowing he could hardly refuse his beautiful mother. He walked over to her and knelt down, reaching for her foot. As he did, he couldn't help but inhale the scent of her, a heady mix of perfume, cooking spices, and the musky hint of her feet.

Biting his lip, Tommy gently grasped her ankle and lifted her foot, bringing the sandal she had used to kill the bug closer to his face to examine it. Up this close, the scent was even stronger. He swallowed hard.

"Tommy, are you alright? You look a little pale," Sarah said, looking down at him with concern. "I'm sorry, I know this is gross. If you don't want to do it, I can just go get a brush or something..."

"No, it's fine," Tommy insisted, not wanting to pass up this chance to get so intimately close to his mom. Holding his breath, he reached out and began wiping at the bug remains with his fingers, making sure to get plenty on his hands in the process. His cock was already starting to stiffen in his pants at the heady aroma.

"There, all clean," he said finally, reluctantly setting her foot back down. He looked up at her from his kneeling position, his eyes traveling slowly up her long legs to her crotch, before finally meeting her concerned gaze. "Any other ways I can...serve you, mom?" he asked, his voice husky with barely concealed lust.