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It was a warm summer evening as Sarah prepared dinner in the kitchen, her high heels clicking against the tiles with each step. She had decided to wear her favorite sandals, a pair of sleek black mules, even though it was a bit impractical for cooking.

Unbeknownst to her, her son Michael was hiding just outside the kitchen door, secretly filming his mother with his phone camera. He had been doing this for weeks now, unable to resist his growing attraction to her. Sarah's long legs and the way her clothes hugged her curves drove him wild with desire.

As Sarah bent over to check on the roast in the oven, Michael zoomed his camera in on her shapely rear, watching it jiggle slightly. His breathing grew heavy as he rubbed himself through his pants, imagining all the things he wanted to do to his own mother.

Just then, Sarah straightened up and accidentally stepped on a banana peel that had been left on the counter. She let out a yelp of surprise as her foot flew out from under her, causing her to stumble. Michael quickly shut off his camera and scurried away before she would discover him.

Sarah righted herself and sighed in annoyance at the mess, not realizing she had been spied on. She finished preparing the meal, completely oblivious to her son's perverted lust for her. Little did she know, the video Michael had taken of her would provide many nights of self-gratification for the horny young man.

As the family sat down to eat, Michael couldn't keep his eyes off his mother's feet, now exposed in the sandals as she sat across from him. He longed to feel those manicured toes, to taste them, worship them. His thoughts were so vulgar, so taboo. But he was powerless to stop the forbidden urges consuming him.

After dinner, Michael snuck back to his room, his mother's video already playing on repeat. He stroked himself furiously as he watched her unknowingly entertain his depraved fantasy. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. He knew he would never be able to stop himself now.

The devious cycle of filial lust and depravity had only just begun. And no one could suspect the secret Michael harbored, the deviant obsession he held for the woman who had given him life.