Mandy 23.pdf

It was a hot summer day and 18-year-old Jace was lounging around the living room in just his boxers, flipping through channels on TV. His mother Mandy, a curvy 38-year-old in a tight sundress, shuffled into the room.

"Oh, Jace! I just got my nails done and I'm feeling so sexy," Mandy purred, striking a pose. Her sundress rode up, giving Jace a tantalizing peek at her thick thighs and the lacy edge of her panties. Jace felt a stirring in his groin and quickly looked away, trying to hide his growing erection.

Mandy moved closer, her click-clacking wooden clog sandals echoing on the hardwood floor. "You like Mommy's new shoes, baby?" She twirled around, her sundress flaring up to reveal even more of her ample bottom encased in sheer black pantyhose. Jace gulped audibly.

Just then, a blinding light filled the room and Jace felt a bizarre tingling sensation wash through his body. The next thing he knew, he was shrinking rapidly, the room expanding around him at an alarming rate. Within seconds, he had been reduced to the size of a doll, no more than six inches tall!

From his new perspective near the floor, Jace had an unobstructed view up Mandy's dress. His eyes widened at the sight of her full, pantyhose-clad thighs and the damp patch darkening the crotch of her panties. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.

Mandy seemed completely unaware of her son's predicament as she continued prattling on. "I just love these sexy shoes! They make me feel like such a naughty girl." She lifted one foot and examined her clog sandals. "I bet I could crush a man with these babies. Mmm, the thought of it is making me so wet!"

Jace's jaw dropped. His own mother had a crush fetish? He had no idea. Mandy slowly lowered her raised foot, bringing the sharp wooden heel to rest mere inches from Jace's tiny body. He froze, hardly daring to breathe.

"I wonder what it would be like to smoosh something under my shoe," Mandy mused aloud. "Something small and helpless..." Her eyes drifted downward and locked onto the miniscule figure of her son. A wicked grin spread across her face.

"Well hello there, little man," she purred. "Aren't you a cute little thing. Mommy's going to have so much fun playing with you!" She slowly ground her heel down, the hard wooden sole pressing against Jace's naked chest. He let out a squeak of pain and fear.

Mandy lifted her foot and admired the indent she had made on her son's tiny body. "Look how soft and squishy you are! Like a little bug." She brought her foot down again, fully intending to crush him under her heel. Jace screamed in terror as the unyielding wood pressed down on him...

When Jace came to, he was groggy and aching all over, but alive. He found himself in a strange room he soon recognized - his mother's bedroom. Sprawled out on the king-size bed was Mandy, naked except for her clog sandals and pantyhose. She appeared to be passed out drunk or asleep.

The nightstand drew Jace's eye. On it was a thick stack of crush-themed porn mags, the covers depicting scantily clad women in stockings and heels standing over the broken bodies of men, often with their feet planted on the victims' heads or chests. Some showed women urinating on unconscious or deceased men.

A few well-worn issues of Playboy were also strewn about. Jace flipped one open and gasped. In the centerfold was a photo of his mother, her legs splayed apart and one hand buried between her hairy pussy lips. She was giving a seductive look to the camera. The caption read "Mandy, 23."

Jace felt a confusing mix of shame, anger, and reluctant arousal. He had no idea his own mother had been a porn model. Or still was, apparently. He spotted a business card tucked in the magazine - "Mandy, Fetish Model. Crush, Pantyhose, Feet, Humiliation."

As Jace stood there reeling from these revelations, he heard a groan from the bed. Mandy was starting to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open and homed in on the tiny figure of her son standing on the nightstand.

"Well, well," she purred, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Look who's back from the dead! Come to Mommy, baby boy. Let's have some more fun together, just like in my videos!"

She slowly sat up, her giant breasts swinging heavily, the dark centers of her nipples peeking out from her cleavage. Jace knew he needed to get out of there as fast as his little legs could carry him. He took off running across the nightstand, Mandy's laughter echoing behind him...