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It was a typical Saturday morning in the Johnson household. 16-year old Tommy was lounging on the couch in just his boxers, flipping through channels on TV, when his mom Stacy came into the living room. The 42-year-old divorcee was dolled up in a short tight sundress that hugged her curvy figure. Her blonde hair was done up in a messy bun and she had on some strappy wooden heeled sandals that showed off her toned legs.

"Morning honey!" she chirped. "I'm heading out to run some errands, you gonna be alright here by yourself for a bit?"

"Uh-huh, yeah mom," Tommy mumbled, his eyes glued to the TV. Stacy smiled and headed for the front door. Tommy was just changing the channel when suddenly he heard a blood-curdling scream from the kitchen.

"AAAAAAAGHHHH!!"

Wide-eyed, Tommy leapt up and raced to the kitchen, his heart pounding. That's when he saw his mother, eyes bulging, standing absolutely still next to the counter. Her face was frozen in a mixture of shock and ecstasy.

Tommy looked down at Stacy's feet and nearly puked. There, smashed into the linoleum beneath her foot, was...himself! Somehow, he had been shrunk down to only a few centimeters tall!

"Mom! MOM!" Tommy squeaked, wiggling and writhing under her foot. To his horror, Stacy didn't even seem to hear him, too transfixed by her own sensations.

Tommy looked up and had a full view of his mother's thick thighs and the sheer lace panties hugging her crotch. He could see her womanhood through the thin fabric, hair and all. Stacy was grinding her foot, now slowly rotating her heel, and he could hear her letting out soft little moans.

The crushing vibrations traveled up through Stacy's shapely leg as she continued to mash Tommy underfoot, blissfully unaware of his presence. Her mind was filled with perverted fantasies, relishing the sensation of a tiny body crushed beneath her sole.

"Oooh yes, that's it...trample those little specks!" Stacy gasped under her breath, lost in a haze of foot fetish ecstasy. She had no idea she was downsizing and destroying her own son!

After several minutes, Stacy finally stepped back with a shudder, her pussy sopping wet and ready. She carefully checked to make sure nobody had seen her secret indulgence, then continued out the door as planned, leaving her tiny son broken and battered on the floor.

Tommy lay there, his miniscule body aching all over, as he watched the blood pool around him. He knew he was dying, the damage was too extensive. The last thing the teenage boy saw as the darkness closed in was his mother's jiggling ass cheeks through her sheer thong as she walked away without a care.

Two hours later, Stacy returned home, still riding high from her secret arousal. She set some bags down in the kitchen and was pouring herself a beer when she noticed a little red smear on the floor.

"What in the world..." Stacy muttered, bending closer to investigate. She gasped as she saw a tiny, flattened body amidst the blood. Her heart nearly stopped when she realized with dawning horror that it was Tommy!

"Oh my god, oh fuck! What have I done?!" Stacy shrieked, dropping to her knees. Tears stinging her eyes, she reached for her son's miniscule corpse with a trembling hand.

As the reality of the situation sank in, Stacy's arousal returned with a vengeance. A sickening wet heat blossomed between her legs at the thought of having crushed her own son underfoot.

"Yesss, I felt every inch of you under my heel, baby boy," Stacy hissed through clenched teeth, groping a heavy tit as she ground her crotch against the floor. "Did you enjoy being mommy's little footstool? Ungh, I wish I could have seen your tiny face while I squashed you!"

Stacy humped against the floor, smearing Tommy's blood and fluids all over her quivering cunt as she climaxed hard. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she collapsed back against the cabinets, chest heaving.

"Oh god, what am I going to do?" Stacy whimpered, still coming down from her orgasmic high. She knew she had to dispose of the body before someone found out. With a sigh, she got up on shaky legs and retrieved some cleaning supplies.

After scrubbing Tommy's remains off the floor and flushing his limp little body down the toilet, Stacy cracked open another beer with a trembling hand. She polished it off quickly, then headed to the couch to pass out, her mind reeling.

The next morning, Stacy groggily reached for her phone on the cluttered coffee table, wincing at the pounding in her head. She had no memory of the night before, the events of shrinking and crushing her son long erased by the alcohol.

As Stacy struggled to her feet, she absently flicked on the TV, looking for something to distract her from her headache and nausea. She stopped on a Netflix show and froze, the color draining from her face.

There on the screen was a woman, naked and splayed out on a mattress. Another woman knelt between her splayed thighs, her face pressed intimately against the other's crotch.

Stacy watched in slack-jawed fascination as the other woman began grinding her face against the first's juicy pussy, lapping at her clit and sucking her labia. Soft moans began emanating from the screen as the woman humped back against her face, juices already flowing.

"Fuck yeah, eat that cunt!" Stacy heard the first woman groan, pulling the other's face harder against her. "Stick your tongue in deep, yeah!!"

As the first woman began thrashing and bucking in the throes of climax, Stacy felt a familiar heat building between her own legs. She reached down to rub at her crotch, watching the lewd display and imagining herself in either role.

"Oooh yes, mmmnh!" Stacy panted, frigging her clit faster as she watched the women cum over and over on the screen. "I need this bad right now!"

The 42-year-old mother quickly stripped off her clothes and grabbed her vibrator from the drawer, not bothering to take it out of the package. Stacy just tore it open with her teeth and violently shoved the thick dildo up her greedy cunt, bouncing on it wildly.

"Hnnngh, fuck yeah, take it all!" Stacy grunted, pounding the toy in and out of her sloppy hole. "Mommy just needs to cum, that's all! Ooh fuck!"

Her pussy made obscene squelching noises as it gaped and clenched around the invading vibrator, her arousal from before combining with her growing excitement over the porn.

Within minutes, Stacy was cumming hard, squirting all over her hand and the couch as she gushed like a fountain. She collapsed back against the cushions with a shudder, the toy still buzzing away in her fluttering snatch.

"God, that was intense," Stacy panted after a few moments, deteriorating into a fit of chuckles. "I really needed that, huh?"

The new widow stood up on wobbly legs, unconcerned by her own nudity. She retrieved her beer and headed to the bathroom to clean up, humming to herself.

As she stood at the mirror washing her hands, Stacy's eyes fell upon the obvious bruise forming on her foot, the one she had worn the clogs with yesterday. She froze, a wave of nausea washing over her.

"Oh shit...Tommy..." Stacy whispered, bile rising in her throat as fragmented memories began resurfacing. She remembered coming home, seeing something red on the floor, and then...

Stacy stumbled to the toilet and retched violently, heaving up last night's beers. When she was finished, she flushed and sat back on the cold tile, tears stinging her eyes.

"What have I done..." Stacy sobbed into her hands. "I killed my baby boy, crushed him like a fucking insect! All because of my sick, twisted foot fetish!"

She thought back to all the times she had perved on tiny people being trampled, imagining them screaming as they were flattened under her soles. Stacy had never dreamed she would act on that urge, especially not with her own child.

"I'm a monster, a goddamn monster," Stacy choked out between heaving sobs. She stayed there curled on the bathroom floor for a while, lost in grief and self-loathing.

Finally, Stacy struggled to her feet and went to take a long, hot shower. As the water cascaded over her, she made a decision. She would have to tell the police what happened, even if it meant going to prison.

Stacy couldn't live with the knowledge of what she had done, could never forgive herself for taking her son's life in such a horrific manner. No matter what happened, she would make sure Tommy's memory was avenged.

The grieving mother went through the motions of getting ready, her body on autopilot. She put on some conservative clothes and did her hair and makeup, trying to look presentable.

With a final deep breath, Stacy grabbed her purse and headed out to her car. She knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but she would see justice done for her beloved boy.

As Stacy pulled out of the driveway, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, but a new resolve burned in their depths.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy," Stacy whispered to her reflection. "I'll make this right, I swear it. Your mommy's gonna be brave for you now. I love you, baby boy."

With that final vow, Stacy Johnson turned the key and pointed her car towards the police station, ready to face her fate and begin the long journey of atonement. (10653 words - buy full PDF)