Mother Stilettos.pdf

It was a warm summer evening and 12-year-old Lisa was home alone waiting for her mother Janice to return from work. As the hours ticked by, Lisa grew restless and bored, seeking out something interesting to do around the empty house. Her gaze fell upon her mother's walk-in closet, the door slightly ajar.

Curiosity got the better of her and Lisa crept over, pushing the door open wider to peek inside. The closet was a sea of colors - rows upon rows of fashionable dresses, blouses, pants and skirts. Shelves overflowing with purses and accessories. But what caught Lisa's eye were the shoes. Dozens of pairs lined up on the shelves, from sensible flats to trendy boots to sleek high heeled stilettos.

Lisa reverently ran her fingers along the stilettos, marveling at how long and thin they were. Such sleek, sophisticated shoes that looked so much more alluring than her own chunky sneakers. Unable to resist, Lisa slipped off her shoes and tried to wedge her small feet into a pair of strappy red stilettos. They were way too big.

She then selected a pair of edgy black pumps with silver buckles and sat on the floor, bringing them up to her face. Lisa inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her mother's perfume still clinging to the expensive leather. A tingle ran through her body, intrigued by the exotic, grown-up aroma.

Next, Lisa gingerly picked up a pair of thigh-high black leather boots, stroking the smooth surface. She pushed her face against them and inhaled again, relishing the rich leathery smell. Then, taking a bold step, Lisa turned the boots upside down and dipped the tip of her tongue out to give them a slow lick. "Mmm," she purred, the taste and smell making her feel funny.

One by one, Lisa took out each pair of shoes, admiring them, inhaling their scent, sometimes giving them a tentative lick. By the time she got to the towering stilettos, a damp spot had formed in her cotton panties. The 12-year-old didn't fully understand these new sensations but knew instinctively that they were good.

So absorbed was Lisa that she didn't hear the front door open. "Lisa honey, I'm home!" Janice called out in a cheerful voice.

Startled, Lisa jumped and scrambled to put the stilettos back, her face flushed. She plopped down on the bed just as her mother walked in.

"Oh hi sweetie, what are you up to?" Janice asked, eyeing her daughter curiously.

"I-I was just trying on your shoes, Mommy. I hope that's okay," Lisa stammered, unsure if she was in trouble.

To her surprise, Janice smiled and sat beside her. "Well, I guess it was only a matter of time before my fashionista daughter started exploring my shoe collection! Why don't we pick out a nice pair for you to wear?"

Lisa's heart raced as Janice selected a pair of Mary Janes and helped guide her feet inside. They were so big on Lisa but she didn't care. She felt like such a grown-up in her mommy's shoes. Lisa gazed up at her mother adoringly, a new kind of closeness blossoming between them as they giggled and tried on different styles together. She couldn't wait until she was old enough to fill all those towering stilettos on her own.