Accidental Crush.pdf

I always knew my mother had a bit of a weird fetish - a crush fetish. I had caught glimpses of her watching crusher videos online late at night when she thought I was asleep. The loud creaking and crunching sounds, the screams of agony from the tiny victims being mercilessly crushed under various body parts made me shudder. I tried to ignore it and chalked it up to her having a strange quirk. Little did I know just how serious her fetish really was until that fateful day...

It started off normal enough. I was lounging on the living room floor, putting the finishing touches on one of my model cars, a shiny new Lamborghini convertible. Mom was in the kitchen, cooking up her favorite meal - fried chicken and mashed potatoes. The savory aroma wafted through the house.

Suddenly, I heard a loud THUD coming from the kitchen. I set down my model car and peeked my head in to see what the commotion was about. That's when I saw my mother sprawled out on the floor, her dress hiked up around her thick thighs. My jaw dropped as I noticed the bloody smear underneath her - and the tiny, mangled remains of what was once a person.

"Holy shit Mom, what did you do?!" I exclaimed, my voice cracking. I rushed over to get a better look at the gruesome scene. It was one of Mom's co-workers, Freddy. He only stood about 5'2". Mom had somehow crushed the poor guy into a pulp with her massive behind while wearing her favorite pair of high-heeled wooden clogs.

Mom groaned and slowly sat up, her huge ass jiggling obscenely. "Oh son, I'm so sorry! It was an accident, I swear! I was just reaching for the paprika and lost my balance..." She started sobbing, her huge tits heaving beneath her stained t-shirt.

I stood there in shock, unable to process what I had just witnessed. My sweet innocent mother - a cold-blooded killer?? It couldn't be... But the bloody proof was right there, splattered across the kitchen floor.

Mom struggled to her feet and started wiping up the mess with a dishrag. "This never happened, you hear me? It was an accident..." She glared at me with a crazed look in her eyes. "You won't tell anyone about this, right? Promise me son!"

I nodded numbly, still in a daze. "I...I won't tell anyone Mom. I promise."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Good boy. Now help me clean this mess up before your father gets home, alright?"

I started mopping up the bloody smears, my hands shaking the whole time. I couldn't get the image of poor Freddy's crushed remains out of my head. The horrific scene was forever seared into my brain.

Later that night, I was lying in bed, unable to sleep. My mind raced as I replayed the day's events over and over again. Suddenly, my bedroom door creaked open. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw my mother standing there, dressed in a sheer pink nightie that left little to the imagination.

"Son...I know you know my little secret now," she said softly as she slinked over to my bed. "I'm sorry you had to see that. But I need you to know...it wasn't really an accident. Crushing tiny people...it's what gets me off. Freddy was just another unwilling participant to satisfy my urges."

I swallowed hard as she sat down on the edge of my bed, her heavy breasts nearly spilling out of her nightie. "I...I don't know what to say Mom. What you did...it was..."

"I know it's messed up, son," she said, reaching out to stroke my hair. "But it feels so damned good to have something squirming and screaming under my feet, knowing it will soon be nothing more than a bloody smear..."

I shuddered and pulled away from her touch. "Please Mom, I don't want to hear any more. Just go."

She sighed and stood up to leave. "Alright son. But if you ever want to know more about Mommy's special hobby...you know where to find me," she said with a wink as she sauntered out of my room, her fat ass swaying hypnotically.

After that night, things were never the same between Mom and I. I couldn't look at her the same way anymore, knowing the dark secret she harbored. I often caught her staring at me with a hungry look, like a predator sizing up its prey. I started avoiding her as much as possible.

One evening, I came home from school to find Mom in the living room, watching another one of her sick crusher videos. It was that day's special feature - her favorite fetish star, a buxom blonde named Ms. Maracas, who specialized in crushing men and boys under her huge tits and ass. I watched from the doorway, my cock stiffening despite myself.

Mom looked back and caught me staring at the screen. A slow smile spread across her face. "Like what you see, son?" she purred, spreading her legs to give me a clear view up her skirt. Her pussy lips glistened with arousal.

I quickly averted my eyes and hurried past her. "Mom, you're disgusting. I'm going to my room."

As I climbed the stairs, I heard her husky chuckle behind me. "Whenever you're ready for your first crushing experience, you know where to come, baby boy. Mommy will show you just how good it feels..."

After that, I made sure to come home when I knew Mom would be out. I couldn't risk another run-in with her and her sick crush fetish. I shuddered whenever I thought about the day she had crushed poor Freddy. And now she had her sights set on me...

Sometimes I'd lay awake at night, my heart pounding as I thought I heard the creak of Mom's clogs coming up the stairs. I'd imagine her looming over me in the dark, a wicked gleam in her eye as she raised her foot...Ready to crush me into oblivion...

But it was always just a nightmare. For now. I knew I couldn't avoid my mother forever. One day, I would have to face the twisted reality of her crush fetish head-on.

Would I be able to resist her perverse temptations and live to tell the tale? Or would I become another bloody smear beneath Mom's merciless soles, just another secret buried beneath the floorboards?

Only time would tell...