Unaware Crush.pdf

It was a warm summer evening when little Timmy accidentally drank a strange purple potion he found in the attic. As soon as it touched his lips, Timmy could feel his body begin to shrink rapidly. Down, down, down he shrank until he was no taller than a mouse.

Frantic, tiny Timmy scurried out of the attic and down the stairs. He had to find someone to help him! Timmy climbed onto the living room couch and began to yell for his mother at the top of his lungs. "Mom! Mom! Help me!"

But his tiny voice was barely a whisper. Just then, Timmy's mother Diane came strutting into the room wearing a tight sundress and sky-high wooden-heeled clogs. Her thick, sexy legs looked like tree trunks to little Timmy.

"Who's there?" Diane called out, glancing around the room. She stepped right over onto the couch cushions, not noticing the tiny figure below. Her clog heel pressed down directly on top of Timmy with a sickening CRUNCH. Timmy screamed in agony as his body was crushed under his mother's weight.

Diane felt something squishy under her foot but paid it no mind, figuring it was just a grape or bug. She plopped down on the couch, not realizing she had just killed her tiny son. Timmy's mangled body oozed out from under the crushing wooden sole.

Diane kicked off her clogs with a sigh of relief. She lifted her skirt and began to rub her feet, wiggling her fat toes. Timmy got an eye-level view of his mother's hairy, wet pussy and puckered asshole. The musky scent overwhelmed his crumbling senses.

As he took his last breaths, Timmy caught a whiff of his mom's arousal. Somehow the thought of being crushed by his own mother's ass was unbearably erotic. He weakly reached out a bloody hand to caress her sweaty thigh one last time.

With a shudder, Diane came to a gushing orgasm right over her son's pulverized body. She ground her clit into Timmy's mangled flesh, staining herself with his juices. Diane moaned in ecstasy, unaware that her son's crushed corpse was her aphrodisiac.