Saturday Morning.pdf

It was a typical Saturday morning when I, young Tommy, woke up to the delicious aroma of my mother preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I stretched my lanky 14-year-old frame and made my way downstairs, eager for some of her famous blueberry pancakes.

As I entered the kitchen, my eyes immediately locked onto my gorgeous mother, Cindy. Even at 8am, she looked stunning in a tight red tank top that showed off her ample cleavage and tiny denim shorts that hugged her curvy hips. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her as she flipped the pancakes at the stove.

I took a seat at the table, unabashedly admiring my mother's attractive figure. At 42, she was still a total babe. Just as I was about to compliment her on her sexy outfit, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest. The room began to spin and I felt a strange tingling sensation throughout my body.

Mom turned from the stove and her eyes widened in shock as she watched her son shrink down to the size of a doll right before her eyes! I stumbled back onto the floor, shocked and disoriented as I tried to process what just happened to me.

From my new tiny perspective, the kitchen seemed like a warehouse. Mom towered over me, her head nearly reaching the ceiling. With shaking hands, she grabbed a spatula and crouched down to my miniature size.

"Tommy! Oh my god, are you okay sweetie? What happened?" she asked, her face etched with worry.

"It...it hurts Mom," I whimpered, clutching my stomach as I lay on the cold tile floor. "I don't know what's wrong with me!"

Mom scooped my tiny body up in a gentle hand and examined me with wide eyes. Even to her, this was bizarre and terrifying. As a registered nurse, Cindy knew she needed to get her son to a hospital ASAP.

She carefully placed me on the soft cushion of her breakfast bar stool and rushed to grab her purse and keys. In her haste, Mom was distracted. Her sexy wooden clog shoes clicked rapidly against the tile as she hurried back to me.

Suddenly, her foot came crashing down directly on top of me, her heavy shoe squashing me like a bug! I let out a bloodcurdling scream as my body was flattened beneath her large sole. The last thing I saw was a close-up view of Mom's thick, hairy cunt lips and puckered asshole peeking out from beneath her short shorts before my world went black.

Agonized wails filled the kitchen as my mother looked down in utter shock to see her precious son smeared across the bottom of her shoe in a puddle of blood and guts. Tears streamed down her face as she realized in horror what she had just unintentionally done to her baby boy.

After the initial shock wore off, Mom slowly lifted her foot, unable to tear her gaze from Tommy's miniscule, shattered remains. His tiny mangled body, no bigger than a nickel, was completely pulverized, smushed beyond recognition. Dark red blood slowly oozed out from between her wooden shoe treads, leaving a gruesome outline behind.

Unbeknownst to Cindy, her son's final moments were spent gazing up in awe at the most spectacular, up-close view of her most intimate parts. Even in his last seconds of life, Tommy couldn't help but feel a little excited and aroused by the sight of his own mother's hair-covered pussy and anus. Her thick pubic mound was dusted with golden curls and glistened with a sheen of wetness. He'd been jerking off to thoughts of fucking her for years, and now here he was, squashed dead beneath her sexy cunt.

Tommy's body may have been destroyed, but his perverted final thought was of how good it would feel to be pillowed beneath that warm, wet pussy. To be surrounded by the intoxicating scent of her most private place as he took his last breath. His incestuous, masochistic mind at peace, knowing he died how he lived - obsessed with his own mother's beautiful body.

Mommy didn't realize her son's ultimate fate was to be crushed to death in utter ecstasy, permanently imprinted with her bitch cavern. Her foot remained raised, holding the tiny bloody smudge that used to be Tommy. She didn't look away from the carnage, unable to unsee the gruesome imprint of her filicide on her shoe.

In a trance, Cindy slowly stepped to the side and pressed the sticky sole down onto the tile, leaving a perfect bloody outline of a tiny body. She repeated this again and again, creating a macabre pattern around the kitchen floor, lost in her own mind.

She would never again feel her son's loving embrace. But she would be forever reminded of her role in his death every time she saw that telltale shape. The outline of the tiny boy who loved her pussy so much, he lived his final seconds squashed beneath it. A perverse, permanent sign of Mommy and Tommy's reprobate bond.