Mom Have A Crush Fetish.pdf

Mary was always a busy single mother, juggling work and looking after her young son Timmy. One summer evening, after coming back from a tiring shift, she decided to relax and unwind in the living room in her favorite sexy kitchen heels and a tight dress. She loved to wear high heels, even around the house, as she felt they made her feel glamorous and desirable.

Little did Mary know that her shy 12-year-old son Timmy had been secretly watching her, utterly entranced by his mother's voluptuous figure, especially her thick thighs and plump rear. Timmy had recently discovered the joys of masturbation but felt so ashamed about it.

Today, Timmy decided to use his phone camera to record his mother's movements while he secretly pleasured himself in the corner. Mary, oblivious to her son's perverted activities, sauntered around the room, taking swigs from a glass of wine. Her kitchen heels clicked seductively on the tiled floor.

As Timmy masturbated faster, lost in his lustful fantasy about his mother, he didn't notice that his tiny toy cars were scattered on the floor. Suddenly, Mary took a stride and accidentally stepped on one of the minicars with her platform heel! It crunched and cracked under her weight and she froze.

Mary looked down and to her shock, saw that she had destroyed one of Timmy's toys. In her tipsy state, a strange sensation washed over her. She felt a rush of pleasure at having crushed something fragile under her powerful feet. It was a secret kink she'd harbored since she was a teenager - a fetish for crushing things with her feet.

Tentatively, Mary lifted her other shoe off and examined the smashed car under her sole. She pressed down, relishing the crunching sound as she ground the plastic wreckage. Timmy watched in disbelief as his mother began systematically crushing all his toy cars one by one, moaning softly in pleasure.

"Mom? What are you doing?" Timmy finally spoke up, his voice cracking. Mary whirled around, startled, and saw her mortified son. She knew this wasn't the time to explain the dark desires of her foot fetish.

"Um, I'm so sorry sweetie! I didn't see your toys there. I'll buy you new ones!" Mary blurted out, quickly trying to hide her arousal.

Timmy just nodded, feeling confused and ashamed. He retreated to his room, his sex-addled brain struggling to process it all. From that day forward, Timmy and Mary kept secret, not quite sure how to confront the taboo desires that had been unleashed that fateful summer evening when the crush fetish reared its head.