Please, Crush My Toy Cars.pdf

It was a typical Saturday morning in the Robinson household. 35-year-old Sheila was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her family. She had just finished making a stack of fluffy pancakes and was placing them on the table when her 15-year-old son Liam snuck into the kitchen, trying to be stealthy.

Sheila was wearing a tight white tank top and a pair of pink cotton shorts that hugged her ample curves. Her feet were clad in a pair of 4-inch platform mules, the kind with the high heel in the back and no heel in the front. She loved wearing these sandals around the house - they made her feel sexy and powerful.

Liam had a dirty little secret - he was extremely turned on by his mother's feet. He couldn't explain why, but seeing her in those tall sandals made him feel tingly down below. He had snapped several secret photos of her feet with his phone camera, which he would later masturbate to in his room.

Sheila called out that breakfast was ready, causing Liam to quickly hide behind the kitchen island, nearly knocking over a centerpiece in his haste. "Coming mom!" he said, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Sheila smiled as she carried the pancakes to the table, her platforms making clicking noises on the hard tile floor. "Liam honey, can you grab the juice from the fridge?" She asked sweetly.

Liam peeked his head around the island. "Sure thing, mom." He crept over to the fridge, going out of his way to position himself behind his mom. He discreetly took out his phone, holding it down low to snap a quick pic of her feet, showing off her bright pink toenails and the arch of her foot as she stood on the balls of her feet, leaning over the table.

Just then, Sheila took a step back to grab some napkins, not realizing there were several of her son's toy cars on the floor. With a loud crunch, she stepped right onto them, her spiked heel puncturing the tiny plastic vehicles one by one.

"Oh my god!" Sheila gasped in shock and delight. She felt the toys crunching beneath her feet and it sent a shiver up her spine. "Why did it feel so good to break those little cars?" She thought to herself, confused by her body's reaction.

Liam quickly looked up, seeing his mother's heel pierce his toy collection. "Shit mom, I'm sorry! I left those there last night..." He trailed off, his eyes widening as he watched her continue to grind the remains under the ball of her foot.

Sheila stepped off the smashed toys, looking down at the flattened pile of plastic and wheels. "It's okay sweetie, accidents happen," she said, smiling down at the mess. She picked up one of the destroyed cars, examining it between her fingers. "They were so tiny and fragile, no match for Mommy's big feet!"

Liam gulped, his face turning red. He didn't know why, but the way his mom was talking about crushing the toys was making him feel SO hot. He quickly set the juice on the table. "I'm gonna go clean those up, be right back," he mumbled, hurrying out of the kitchen before his boner became obvious.

After Liam left, Sheila looked back down at the pile of broken toys. She frowned slightly. "Why did I like that so much? It's weird..." She shook her head, telling herself to focus on serving breakfast.

As the morning went on, Liam couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen in the kitchen. The way his mom's heel had pierced those tiny toys...it had been so hot. He excused himself to go to the bathroom, where he quickly looked at the pic he had taken of her feet earlier. He rubbed himself through his pants, imagining his own little cars under her feet, crushed into oblivion. "Fuck," he breathed, coming embarrassingly fast.

Sheila heard the toilet flush and smiled to herself. "My boy is growing up," she thought proudly. Little did she know the perverse thoughts her son had just had about her, or the dark desire she had awakened in herself by annihilating his toys under her dominating platform sandals. But that is a story for another day...