Lizard.pdf

In a quiet suburban neighborhood, there lived a single mother named Sarah and her 14-year-old son, Tommy. Sarah worked hard to provide for her family and was often exhausted after a long day at the office.

One evening, Sarah came home from work and decided to treat herself by wearing a pair of high-heeled kitchen sandals, also known as mules. She liked how the heels made her feel more confident and desirable. Little did she know that Tommy had been secretly watching her, his teenage hormones raging.

Tommy snuck up to his room and grabbed his phone, hiding it in the waistband of his pants. He then positioned himself on the floor by the open door leading downstairs, camera pointing towards the kitchen where his mother was now preparing dinner.

As Sarah moved around, cooking and cleaning up, Tommy zoomed in on her legs and feet with his phone's camera. Her toned calves and smooth skin were perfectly framed by the kitchen sandals. He masturbating furiously, imagining his hands roaming all over her body.

Unaware of the lewd act being committed by her own son, Sarah continued making dinner, occasionally walking back and forth between the stove and countertops. As she turned around to grab a plate, her heel slipped on the floor with a clatter of metal and glass.

Sarah gasped in shock, and Tommy nearly dropped his phone. But there was no time to react further. Because as Sarah planted her foot back down after regaining her balance, her heel came down squarely on the tiny body of Mr. Snausage, Tommy's pet lizard!

"No! Mr. Snausage!" Tommy cried out. He rushed downstairs, phone still clutched in his hand. "Mom! You killed him!"

"Oh my god Tommy, I'm so sorry!" Sarah said, stepping back. She looked down at the little lizard, clearly deceased under her shoe. "I didn't see him, he must have sneaked out of his tank."

Tommy glared at his mother, anger flashing in his eyes. "You were too busy prancing around in those stupid shoes. Is it really that important to you?"

"Tommy, I said I was sorry," Sarah said, voice trembling. "I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to feel good about myself for a change."

The tension between them was heavy. Finally, Tommy turned away, phone still in his hands. "Whatever. I'm going to bury him. Alone."

"Tommy, wait..." But he was already gone, leaving his mother standing there, staring at the tiny broken body of the lizard. The feel-good night she was hoping for had shattered, along with her son's pet. All because of a pair of high heels that promised a sense of confidence they couldn't deliver.