Mom's Sexy Legs.pdf

It was a warm Saturday morning. The sun rays filtered through the kitchen blinds, casting intricate patterns on the floor. Melissa stepped into the kitchen, her long legs striding confidently in her favourite pair of 5-inch mules. The kitchen tile felt deliciously cool under her bare soles.

As she moved towards the fridge, something suddenly crunched under her right foot. Melissa froze. Had she just stepped on something? She looked down but saw nothing. Shrugging, she continued on. A moment later, another crunch. This time, she glanced down to see what looked like a tiny red stain on the floor behind her foot.

A chill ran down her spine. No, it couldn't be... Frowning, Melissa gingerly stepped to the side. From her perspective high above, a minuscule body lay flattened and lifeless on the tile, spreading crimson. Her youngest son, Timmy. He had been using that shrinking app again.

Melissa's heart raced, equal parts panic and... arousal. She had always gotten a secret thrill imagining this scenario. Now it had happened for real. Bending down, she examined her handiwork, morbid curiosity getting the better of her. Timmy's tiny broken body, the way her footprint completely engulfed him, the sheer finality of it. An involuntary shudder of pleasure rippled through her voluptuous form.

Wiping up the remains with a tissue, Melissa tossed it in the trash, mind reeling. Would anyone discover her dark secret? Did she even care? Her nipples stiffened beneath her nightgown at the taboo excitement of it all. She'd gotten away with murder. And her deepest, most shameful fantasy had come true.

Melissa resumed her morning, stealing glances down at her feet, picturing her son's last moments. With each step, she could almost feel his life slipping away beneath her soles. She knew she should feel guilt, but all she felt was empowerment. Dark, forbidden lust. She was a goddess, and all beings were subject to her whim - and her beautiful feet.

The day went on, Melissa going through the motions in a daze. But later that night, after the kids were in bed and she was winding down, reality set in. What would happen if they found out? She'd go to prison. Her kids would be taken away. Her life would be over. All because of a dark fantasy.

Melissa began to weep quietly, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what she'd done. She didn't know how she'd live with this guilt. Hugging herself, she rocked back and forth on the edge of her bed, lost in despair and confusion over the twisted feelings within her.

As she cried herself to sleep, Melissa couldn't shake the image of Timmy's broken body, pancaked beneath her perfect soles. The ultimate taboo thrill and horror. How had she let herself cross that line? The road ahead would be impossible. But deep down, some dark part of her almost enjoyed the delicious despair of it all... almost. Almost.