HGlock SM - The Boots.pdf (2025)

Celia always had a certain fondness for high heels. The click-clack sound as she walked across the tile floor, the way her legs looked, the dominance and power she felt. Her son Jasper always seemed enamored by it too. Watching her intently as she got ready for a night out, transfixed by the dangling straps, the glossy finish, the way her feet looked cradled in the sleek leather.

Celia would often invite Jasper to help pick out her outfit. Letting him choose between the red and black, or the thigh high boots for a more risqué look. The poor boy would stare wide-eyed, enchanted by the options. He'd proudly show off the selection to Celia, beaming at her approval.

Tonight was no exception. Celia's girlfriend Lauren was taking her out to dinner at a swanky new french restaurant downtown. As she rifled through her high heels, Jasper poked his head in the room.

"Mama, I'm here to help you pick the shoes!" He chirped with glee.

"Oh good, because these choices are just so hard!" Celia joked. "What do you think, the red pumps or the strappy stilettos?"

Jasper tilted his head, brow furrowed in deep contemplation. "Hmmm... I think the strappy ones would be better! They have more straps and buckles!"

Celia smiled. "You're absolutely right sweetie. They'll elongate my legs and look sexy with this dress." She slipped on the stilettos, fastening the ankle charms. "Well? How do I look?"

Jasper gazed up at her, awestruck. "You look perfect Mama... Like a princess." He reached up to touch the dangling straps. Celia chuckled and swooped him up for a kiss.

"Thanks baby, that's so sweet of you." She set him down, clicking over to the mirror to check her reflection. Jasper followed, head cocked as he watched her adjust the straps.

"You know, when I grow up... I want Mommy's shoes to be mine. I want to wear them and click around like you do."

Celia blinked at him in the reflection. "Don't you mean you want to date a girl who wears them?"

"No... I want to wear them." Jasper said firmly, little hands grasping to reach the buckles. "I want Mommy's shoes forever and ever."

"Well, we'll see about that." Celia laughed, mussing his hair. "Now run along, Mommy has to finish getting ready."

The night was wonderful, full of delicious food and good company. Lauren was so enamored with Celia's appearance, she could hardly keep her hands off her. Pulling her close, running teasing fingers up her stocking clad thighs, sideways glances at the strappy heels peeking out.

Celia was in heaven, basking in the attention. Part of her excitement stemmed from Jasper's adoration earlier. The idea that her little boy wanted to wear her shoes one day... It made her heart flutter.

That night, as she slipped back into the house, heels in hand, she was startled to find Jasper curled up in her shoe closet. He had arranged all her heels in a neat row, reverently stroking the leather.

"Jasper? What are you doing up so late?" Celia asked, setting the stilettos down.

He glanced up, eyes shining. "I couldn't sleep... I just wanted to be close to Mommy's special shoes..."

Celia's heart melted. She joined him on the floor, stroking his hair. "They're special to me because they make me feel confident... Beautiful. Like I can take on the world."

"I know, Mommy..." Jasper sighed dreamily. "And they smell so good, like you. I just love them so much..."

Celia's mind whirred - her darling boy, so in love with her heels. An idea bloomed. "I have a proposition for you..."