Hoppy Crush.pdf

It was a warm summer evening and Mary, a single mother in her late 30s, was alone at home with her 16-year-old son Timmy. Mary had just gotten back from a long day of work and was relaxing in the kitchen, wearing a loose sundress and her favorite high heel mules.

Timmy had been told to stay in his room, but he had snuck out and was hiding behind the couch, secretly recording his mother with his phone camera as she moved around the kitchen. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins as he watched her long legs in those tall heels.

Unbeknownst to Mary, their tiny family pet grasshopper, Hoppy, had escaped his cage and scurried onto the kitchen floor. Mary was stepping around in the high heels, not paying attention, when suddenly she felt her sandal heel dig into something small and squishy on the floor.

"Oh!" Mary gasped and jumped back, losing her balance in the high heels. "What was that?"

She looked down and saw a tiny green smear on the sole of her shoe. Her heart sank. "Hoppy? Oh no...did I just step on Hoppy?"

From behind the couch, Timmy nearly dropped his phone at his mother's exclamation. He had been so caught up in secretly recording her, he hadn't even noticed the tiny grasshopper. A pang of guilt hit him but was quickly overridden by his adolescent arousal at seeing his mother up close in those sexy shoes.

Mary gingerly stepped out of the mules and knelt down, peering at the small insect remains on the floor. "Hoppy! I'm so sorry little guy. This is all my fault." She looked up, frustrated tears in her eyes.

"Mom?" Timmy called out, wanting to comfort her. He rounded the couch, trying to look casual, even though his face was flushed and he was half-hard in his jeans.

"Timmy!" Mary gasped, standing up quickly and hurriedly trying to wipe away her tears. "I didn't hear you come in. I'm afraid I...I accidentally killed Hoppy. He got out of his cage."

"I'm sorry Mom," Timmy said quietly, stepping closer. He reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, but then stopped himself, not trusting his horny teenage self to touch her right now, especially with her looking so sexy in just that dress and heels.

Mary looked up at him with shiny eyes and a wobbly smile. "Thanks sweetie. I'll clean this up. Go back to your room. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

"Sure," Timmy mumbled, slowly backing away. "Love you mom."

"Love you too," she called after him.

Timmy went back to his room, his head spinning. Poor Hoppy. But damn, had he gotten an eyeful of Mom's saucy shoes and legs. He collapsed on his bed, quickly shoving a hand in his jeans to stroke his now fully hard cock.

As he pumped his teen dick in the darkness of his room, he tried to block out the echoes of his mom's earlier distress. All he could think about was the way her heels made her ass look and how much he wanted to shove his face between her legs.

Downstairs, Mary cleaned up the tiny grasshopper's remains and washed the sole of her shoe. She felt terrible about Hoppy, but was also disturbed by the stirrings she had felt when Timmy came to comfort her, looking at her with those hungry eyes.

She knew she was being a bad mother, but for a moment there, she had wanted to just grab her son, pull him between her legs and let him do whatever he wanted... She shuddered, shocked at the dirty thoughts running through her head...