Tiny Red Ferrari.pdf

It was a lazy Sunday morning in the Robinson household. Jared, the 16-year-old son, lay sprawled out on his bed in just a pair of tighty-whities. He had snuck his phone into his room earlier, along with some of his favorite childhood toy cars. Now 16, his tastes had shifted into far more perverted territory.

Downstairs, his single mother Tiffany bustled about the kitchen in her favorite high heel mules. The 35-year-old MILF loved experimenting with new recipes on the weekends. Today, she was whipping up some spicy jambalaya. The spicy scent wafted through the house as she danced and sang along to upbeat pop tunes blasting from her phone dock.

Unbeknownst to Tiffany, her son had been filming her through the crack in his door. He zoomed in on her feet and legs, watching her heels click-clack around the tile floor. He touched himself, breathing heavily as he took in the view of her toned calves and thighs. The toy cars lay strewn about his bed as he worked himself to a climax.

But down in the kitchen, Tiffany had no idea her son was illegally filming her. She was too focused on her cooking and dancing, lost in her own little world. As she spun around to grab some spices, her heel came down directly on top of a toy car Jared had left on the floor.

"Ow! What the hell?" She yelped, hopping on one foot. Peering down, she saw she had stepped right on top of a tiny red Ferrari. "Jared, what are you doing leaving your toys everywhere?" She called out in exasperation.

But there was no answer. "Jared?" She tried again, this time sticking her head up the stairs. Still, silence.

Tiffany hobbled over to the stairs, wincing from the pain in her foot. She climbed up to her son's room and knocked on the door. "Jared, honey, you okay? Can I come in?"

Silence for a moment, then, "Yeah mom, come on in. I was just...um...gaming. You know how I get into it sometimes."

She pushed open the door. Her son lay in bed, covered by his comforter. But his face was red and sweaty, his breathing uneven. And was that...lube? She quickly averted her eyes.

"Oh...okay. Well, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Come down soon, okay?"

"Sure thing, mom." He gave her a weak smile, still not sitting up.

Tiffany backed out of the room, closing the door. Her mind was reeling. What had her son been doing in there? But despite her suspicion that it may have involved her, she couldn't help but feel a secret thrill.

She had always gotten off on being watched, observed, worshipped. And the feeling of crushing something delicate beneath her powerful feet...well, that was just an added bonus. She shivered as she descended the stairs, already fantasizing about doing it again. Maybe next time, she'd let Jared watch. Or better yet, join in. Her pussy clenched at the thought as she finished preparing dinner, a new, wicked plan already forming in her mind.