Accident.pdf

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and 17-year-old Jimmy was lounging around the house in his Spider-Man pajama pants, eagerly awaiting his mother's return from her weekly grocery shopping. He always looked forward to seeing her walk through the front door in her short skirt and high-heeled sandals. Jimmy had a kinky fetish for mom's sexy legs and feet in those stilettos.

As soon as he heard the familiar click-clack of her heels on the hardwood floor, Jimmy grabbed his phone and hid behind the couch. He aimed the camera at the entryway, ready to capture a video of Mom's arrival.

Shirley stepped into the living room, grocery bags in hand, her toned legs glistening in the afternoon light. She kicked off her high heels with a sigh of relief. Click. Click. Her skirt rode up slightly as she bent to pick up a dropped item. Jimmy zoomed in on her panties hugging her shapely rear. Click. Click.

"Jimmy, is that you?" Shirley called out. Jimmy froze behind the couch. "Come help me with the bags!"

Jimmy sheepishly emerged, phone hidden behind his back. "Uh, yeah Mom, I was just looking for my phone..." He bent down to grab the groceries, face flushing as he covertly slipped his phone into his pocket.

Shirley smiled and playfully ruffled his hair. "Well, get over here then!" She was dressed in a comfy tank top and another one of those scandalously short skirts that made Jimmy's pulse race. The tiny pleats barely covered her curvy bottom.

As Jimmy carried the bags to the kitchen, he spied her high-heeled sandals, perfectly posed on the entry mat. He longed to smell them, lick them, bury his face in her foot sweat as she'd walk all over him. One day...

Later that evening, Jimmy was sprawled on his bed, scrolling through the videos he'd secretly taken of Shirley. He'd watched them so many times, stroking himself as she bent and stretched, her skirt always riding up in the most tantalizing ways.

Just as he got to his favorite part, the one where she'd flashed a glimpse of lacy panties, his phone buzzed. "Son, can you come watch the turtle while I go for a run?" Shirley hollered from downstairs.

"Sure thing Mom! Where is he again?" Jimmy replied, reluctantly zipping up his shorts and padding to the kitchen where she was waiting in skintight yoga pants and a sports bra. He gulped at the sight of her barely restrained cleavage and the way her breasts bounced as she bent to grab her water bottle.

"He's on the counter by the window. Just make sure to close the lid before you leave the house, okay?" She scooted by him to the front door, her sculpted derriere swaying hypnotically. Jimmy palmed himself through his shorts, wondering what those firm cheeks would feel like...

"Will do, Mom!" He called after her, watching until she'd jogged down the street before hurrying to release his pet turtle from the terrarium on the kitchen counter.

"Hey there Mr. Shelly," Jimmy cooed, gently lifting out the small shelled creature. "Want to explore while I take care of a little matter?" He plopped the turtle on the floor and hurried to his bedroom to finish what his mother's skimpy outfit had started.

With a deeply satisfied sigh, Jimmy tucked himself back into his Spider-Man undies and padded back to the kitchen. He spotted Mr. Shelly making slow tracks across the floor. "Gotcha!" He scooped up the turtle and was about to return him to the tank when his foot suddenly connected with something squishy underfoot.

"What the--" Jimmy lifted his foot and gasped in horror. There, nearly indistinguishable under a smear of shoe imprint on the tile, was a tiny flattened turtle. "Oh my god...Mr. Shelly!"

Tears pricking his eyes, Jimmy cupped his flattened pet. He'd been so distracted by his raging boner he'd forgotten all about the turtle. Buried in his hamper of dirty clothes, he found Shirley's discarded high heels. An idea formed.

Heart pounding, Jimmy positioned the mangled turtle, then stepped on it with one of the high-heeled sandals. He'd make it look like an accident. An accident caused by his downright sexy mother.

He quickly cleaned up the remains and was returning the sandals to their spot by the front door when he heard Shirley's key in the lock.

"Hey sweetie, I'm home!" She kicked off her running shoes and heeled into the kitchen, pausing before Jimmy with a perplexed expression. "What's that smell?"

Jimmy feigned an exaggerated sniff. "Ew, I don't know, maybe the trash needs to go out? I was working on that math homework and didn't notice."

"Well, open a window," Shirley said, grabbing a glass of water. "Phew, I'm sure it's nothing. I'm going to shower, be back in a few to make dinner!"

She gave him a quick hug and hip check in passing, sending Jimmy into a tizzy. The feel of her barely covered curves grinding on him... He had to adjust himself before following her to the bathroom door.

"Hey Mom? Um, can I talk to you about something?" He peeked around the doorframe, biting his lip. She was running a brush through her long dark hair, clad in itty bitty towel. Jimmy nearly choked.

"Sure honey, what's up?" She smiled at him in the mirror, totally oblivious to how much leg was on display. Her skirt was a tiny triangle that barely covered her butt cheeks. Jimmy's shorts tightened uncomfortably.

"Well, it's just...something happened to Mr. Shelly." He held his breath, bracing for her reaction. Shirley whirled to face him, eyes wide. "Is he okay??"

Jimmy gave a regretful head shake. "I'm so sorry Mom...I think I might've...accidentally killed him. I was distracted by your, um, shoes..." He pointed to the high heels sitting by the sink. "I think when I had them on, I might've...stepped on him."

Shirley's face morphed from concern to horror. "Oh my god, Jimmy! What?! That's terrible!" She clapped a hand over her mouth, then a look of suspicion crossed her face.

"Wait a minute...were you wearing my shoes? Why?" She took a step closer, head tilting as she studied his guilty face. "Honey, you know that's not appropriate. What else were you doing with them? And why's there turtle mush all over them?"

Jimmy shifted uncomfortably, palms sweating. He'd never been able to hide anything from his mother. This was it. Time to face the music.

"Mom, I...I have a thing for your shoes. And your legs. And feet. And sometimes when you leave them lying around, I put them on..." A dark flush crawled up his neck. "I was using the camera on my phone, to take videos of you. And then I had an accident, with Mr. Shelly. I'm so sorry!"

Shirley just stared at him, stunned silence. Jimmy held his breath, the confession hanging in the air between them. His heart jackhammered against his ribs. She was going to be so mad. Maybe even kick him out.

"I...just don't know what to say," she finally answered, slowly shaking her head. "Jimmy, honey, this isn't normal behavior. Using my shoes like that, filming me without permission...it's inappropriate. We're going to have a long talk about this, okay? But first, go shower. You smell like a gym sock and I'm starving."

She sighed heavily, looking at him like he'd deeply disappointed her. She turned back to the sink and began reapplying lipgloss. "Dinner in 20. And Jimmy? We're adding a new rule - you do not touch my things without asking. Understood?"

"Y-yes Mom. I'm really sorry," Jimmy mumbled, slinking out of the bathroom. He knew he was in for a series of long, uncomfortable talks about boundaries and respect. But he almost didn't care. Because as he'd stood there confessing his darkest secrets, he'd caught a flash of something in her eyes. Something that suggested she wasn't entirely unaffected by the idea of her teenage son lusting after her.

And that was worth any punishment.