Accidental Crush.pdf

It was a beautiful summer day when Mother came home from work, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor with each step. She had just finished a long day at the office and was looking forward to relaxing at home. As she entered the living room, she was greeted by an usual sight - toys and stuffed animals scattered all over the floor. Her young son Timmy had been playing all day while she was away.

Mother sighed and began to pick up the toys, putting them away in the toy box. As she reached for a doll under the coffee table, her foot came down on something small and squishy. At first she thought it was just a stuffed animal, but then she heard a faint hissing noise. Looking down, she saw that she had accidentally stepped on Timmy's tiny pet lizard, Mr. Snuffles!

"Oh no!" Mother cried out. "I didn't see him there! Timmy, I'm so sorry, I think I just hurt your lizard."

Timmy came running into the room, his eyes wide with worry. "Mr. Snuffles? Is he okay?" The little boy dropped to his knees and carefully picked up the injured reptile. Mr. Snuffles was badly crushed, his tiny body smashed and misshapen from Mother's high heel.

"He's...he's not moving," Timmy said, tears welling up in his eyes. "I think he's dead, Mommy. You killed my pet lizard!"

Mother felt terrible. She never meant to hurt the little creature. In fact, she had always been rather fond of Mr. Snuffles herself, often watching Timmy play with him when she got home from work. He was such a sweet little thing.

But as Mother knelt down next to her son, something unexpected happened. As she looked at the broken, lifeless body of Mr. Snuffles, a strange sensation began to build inside her. It started as a tingling in her toes and spread up through her legs, making them feel warm and heavy.

Mother shifted her weight from foot to foot, unconsciously grinding her heel into Mr. Snuffles' soft little body. The feeling intensified, radiating out from her core. To her shock, she realized that she was getting aroused from stepping on and squishing the tiny lizard!

A small moan escaped her lips as she pressed down harder, feeling Mr. Snuffles' flesh mold and yield beneath her shoe. Timmy looked up at her in confusion. "Mommy? Why are you making that noise?"

Mother quickly composed herself, standing up and taking a step back. "It's nothing sweetie, I'm just... really sorry about your pet. I know how much you loved him."

Timmy sniffled and nodded, cradling Mr. Snuffles' body in his hands. "It's okay, Mommy. Accidents happen. I'll bury him in the backyard later."

Mother watched as her son carried his dead lizard out of the room, a change of feelings swirling inside her. Beneath the guilt and remorse, she couldn't deny the dark, twisted arousal still pulsing through her body. She had always had a secret fetish for crushing things under her feet, but she never thought she'd actually act on it, especially to harm such an innocent creature.

Shaking her head, Mother went to pour herself a stiff drink, trying to push down the confusing mix of emotions. She knew she needed to keep her strange urges under control. The last thing she wanted to do was traumatize her young son further by letting him see how much stepping on his pet lizard had turned her on...