Unaware Crush.pdf

It was a hot summer afternoon and the sun shone brightly through the kitchen windows. Lisa, a beautiful woman in her late 30s, was moving around preparing dinner while wearing a pair of high heeled sandals. Her son, 17-year-old Jake, had been secretly filming her movements with his phone, captivated by the sight of his mother's long, slender legs and the way her heels clicked against the tile floor.

As Lisa reached to grab a pot from a high shelf, she lost her balance slightly. "Oof!" she exclaimed as her foot came down hard, crunching something under her heel. Glancing down, her eyes widened in revulsion. A large brown snail, its vulnerable body exposed, had been crushed beneath the sharp point of her stiletto.

Jake's phone shook slightly as he zoomed in to capture his mother's shocked expression. His pulse raced, both from the illicit thrill of the footage and from his body's reaction to seeing his mother's attractive figure from this angle. Hurriedly tucking his phone away, he slipped out of the room to finish relieving himself in private, his breathing heavy and skin flushed.

Meanwhile, Lisa gingerly lifted her foot, wincing slightly at the slimy smudge left on the bottom of her sandal. Grabbing a paper towel, she cleaned it off before rinsing the area with her foot under the faucet. Ugh, how disgusting. She hated those pesky snails that tended to sneak into the house this time of year. Well, at least she'd disposed of this one, even if it had been messy.

Finishing with dinner preparations, Lisa slipped off her heels and padded barefoot to call Jake to come eat. Little did she know, her carelessness would give her son some very inappropriate footage to enjoy again later in his room. And for days afterwards, every time Lisa wore those sandals, Jake would replay that moment over and over in his head...