HGlock SM - Mom's Stinky Toes.pdf

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow across the backyard as Silvia tended to her garden. Her long, toned legs stood confidently in a pair of tall wooden heeled sandals, the soft leather conforming perfectly to her every curve.

From his bedroom window, 16-year-old Ray couldn't take his eyes off his mother. Her silky smooth skin seemed to shimmer in the late afternoon light. He licked his lips, pulse quickening, as he watched her bend over to inspect a bed of lush purple flowers. The hem of her sundress rode up slightly, revealing an enticing glimpse of her toned upper thighs.

For weeks now, Ray had been secretly savoring the intoxicating scent of his mother's feet and shoes after she wore them. The heady mixture of her natural musk and whatever perfume she dabbed between her toes never failed to send a jolt of electricity down his spine. He'd wait until she retired for the evening, then steal down to the living room where she always kicked off her heels.

With trembling hands, Ray would carefully lift the warm, slightly damp shoes to his face and breathe deeply, eyes fluttering closed as he imagined it was his mother's soft sole against his lips. Sometimes he could swear he tasted salt - her sweat dissolving on his tongue like ambrosia.

It was so wrong, Ray knew that. A 16-year-old boy obsessed with his own mother's feet? What kind of twisted freak was he turning into? Yet he couldn't seem to stop himself, drawn again and again to the forbidden fruit of her exhausted sandals like a moth to a flame.

Lost in his forbidden fantasies, Ray was startled back to reality by the sound of his mother's voice. She was standing right outside his window, not ten feet away. "Ray, come see if these orchids are blooming!" she called with a smile.

Ray's stomach dropped as he looked frantically around his room. There, peeking out from under his bed - the sandals he'd been sniffing only an hour ago. Before he could react, Silvia's head appeared in his window. Her eyes scanned the room, widening as they landed on the incriminating shoes.

"Ray? What... what are you doing with my sandals?" She sounded more confused than angry. Ray froze, unable to formulate a response. Silvia's eyes narrowed as a new expression dawned on her beautiful face. Slowly, deliberately, she slipped off her own shoe, holding it up.

"Have you been... sniffing my shoes when I'm not home? Is that what I'm seeing here?" Her voice was a mix of shock and something else Ray couldn't quite place. Something dangerously close to...amusement?

Ray opened his mouth but no words came out. He was frozen in place, pulse pounding so hard he thought it might burst free from his chest. Silvia untangled herself from the window and marched around to his door.

The knob turned and Ray had only a second to contemplate diving out the window before his mother stood before him, a bizarre device in one hand and his pilfered shoe in the other. It looked like some kind of shrink ray out of an old sci-fi movie.

Ray had only a second to wonder if he was hallucinating before the world exploded in a dizzying blur of light and sound. When his senses settled, Ray found himself no bigger than a doll, standing dazed on the carpet. He looked up, and up, and up, at his mother looming over him like a goddess.

Her head was an indistinct blob far above, features distorted by the fish-eye effect of his new perspective. But her voice boomed clear as a bell. "You've been a very naughty boy, haven't you Ray?"

Before he could respond, gentle fingers closed around him and lifted him into the air. Ray had only a second to let out a yelp of surprise before he was lowered down, down, down, toward -

No, it couldn't be. It was coming right for him - his mother's wiggling toes, now each as thick as a tree trunk. The air grew stiflingly warm and humid, loaded with a dizzying cocktail of foot sweat and perfume. Ray squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact, but it never came.

He cracked one eye open. Somehow, impossibly, he had been wedged into the gap between Silvia's two longest toes. Her toe cleavage, if you will. Ray was nestled as snugly as a cork in a champagne bottle, the silky smooth surfaces of his mother's feet pressing in on him from all sides.

It was a sensory overload beyond anything he'd fantasized. The heat, the pressure, the scent... Ray felt his head swim, his thoughts growing hazy. Distantly, he heard his mother's melodic chuckle.

"You wanted a closer look, didn't you baby? Now you've got it." Her toes shifted around him and Ray gasped as her slick sole slid against his back. "I always knew you were a clever boy, but this... well, it's a crush, that's for sure."

Ray's mouth went dry. Crush? What was she talking about? He tried to squirm but there was nowhere to go, pinned as he was between digits the size of redwoods.

"Shh, relax sweetie. Mama's got you." Silvia cooed, wiggling her toes again so that Ray was jostled about in the warm, humid crevice. "This is clearly what you wanted, isn't it? To be nestled in mama's feet like a little toe tot?" Ray shivered, a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine. When had his mother's voice gotten so husky? She couldn't really expect him to... to what, exactly?

As if reading his mind, Silvia purred "Don't be shy now baby. You're tiny. I could crush you like a grape. And we both know you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

Ray's head spun, thoughts scattering like leaves before a hurricane. This was all so crazy, so impossible. Yet here he was, cradled between his own mother's giant toes.

Had he finally crossed some kind of line? Woken a sleeping dragon with his perverted desires? He didn't know how much more of this dizzying new reality he could take before he short-circuited completely.

But one thing was for sure - there was no turning back now. Silvia had well and truly caught him in the act of his foot obsession. And from the wicked gleam in her distant eyes, high above, he had a feeling his world was about to get a whole lot more complicated.