Smashed Glasses.pdf

It was a warm summer evening. The windows were ajar, letting in a gentle breeze that stirred the curtains. Downstairs in the kitchen, Lila was moving about, preparing dinner. She hummed softly to herself as she stirred a pot of sauce on the stove.

Unbeknownst to Lila, her 18-year-old son Jake was hiding under the kitchen table, trying to be as silent as possible. In his hand he gripped his phone, camera app open, zoomed in to capture his mother's feet as she moved about.

Lila was wearing a pair of white strappy high heeled sandals, almost more like mules with no back on the heel. Her pedicured toes peeked out the front. The sandals clicked rhythmically against the tile floor with her every step.

Jake's breathing grew heavier as he watched the camera screen, taking in the view of his mother's sexy feet. His other hand slipped into his shorts to fondle himself through the fabric. He couldn't help but masturbate while watching her, enthralled by the sight.

Lila finished with the sauce and turned to grab some plates from the cupboard. As she moved, her heel caught on the edge of a rug, causing her to stumble a step. "Oof!" she let out in surprise as her foot came down awkwardly.

Jake cringed as he saw his mom's heel land solidly on top of the reading glasses he had carelessly left on the floor. They let out a crunching sound under her weight before Lila lifted her foot back up.

"Well that's shot," she muttered, looking down at the mangled glasses. "I really need to remember to put my things away better."

Jake's heart pounded, terrified his mom would discover him under the table. But Lila simply sighed and tossed the broken glasses in the trash before moving to set the table, blissfully unaware of her son's presence.

Jake let out the breath he was holding as he continued to pleasure himself to the sight of his sexy mother's feet, the click of her heels echoing through the kitchen as she puttered about, mere inches away...