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If you have any childhood memories of being squashed by your family or anybody esle.

This choice: Jenny's son...  •  Go Back...
Chapter #11

Jenny's son...

    by: Joe81 Author IconMail Icon
Caroline starts walking towards her son prone on the floor underneath Jenny feet and casually raises her foot setting it on his chest as she whispers something to Jenny...

"Oh I have to go now, I have some... thing to do." Jenny states before slowly stepping off your midsection, lingering shortly before pushing herself off you.
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Your friend's mom arrives at her flat on the 5th floor of the same building and locks the door behind her. She could hear her son Anthony watching TV in the sitting room with the lights off. The TV was the only dim light there as her son lay prone on the carpet, watching some old action movie being replayed late at night.

Jenny clears her throat as if to get his attention then spoke. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed, little one?"

"Oh hi mom, I was just waiting for you and couldn't sleep." Ant responds quickly, taken by surprise as he sees his towering mother standing over him a couple of feet away. He quickly turns on his back so to face her and not be rude.

Jenny looks down on him, lying at her shoes; he was smaller than Caroline's son, in fact she could see his entire upper body was about the length of her shoe as she started imagining things...

"Don't you know lying down on the floor in the dark is dangerous?" Jenny warns her son.
"Why's that, mom?" He innocently inquires.
"Well, for a start, I could have not seen you and simply stepped on you...like a bug" She giggles as she quickly taps his little chest with her shoe before stepping back onto the carpet, slightly closer to him this time.

He looks up to see her looking down, as if waiting for an answer but he just laughs it off, genuinely not knowing what to say as she just smiles down.

"You still won't move??" She threatens playfully. "Even after I threatened to step on you, little bug??" She smiles mischievously, slowly rubbing the side of his chest with her foot.
"No!" Anthony plays along.
Jenny then quickly pins the boy beneath her shoe, playfully twisting her foot on top of his chest as if crushing a bug into the carpet. "Well you got it coming, little bug! And now you're squished under my sole!" She says as she rests her large foot on his chest as she points at him victoriously.

Ant laughs as he grabs her foot on top of him and tries to push it off, prompting her to press harder to keep her foot on top of him, pinning him down playfully and gently. Just then, Anthony manages to slightly slide her foot to the side, almost making her lose her balance...

"Ohhh playing rough, are we?" Jenny looks down with her hands on her hips. "I think the bug is still alive..." She says as she starts sliding her foot towards his belly, stepping down with some weight as his little tummy easily gave beneath her shoe.

"Umphh.." Anthony manages to let out. "I am a strong bug! You can never crush me!" He giggles under his mother's foot as she gently pressed down with a bit more weight, feeling his gut squish beneath the sole of her large shoe. She twists her foot very slowly while increasing the pressure, pressing down gently with ever move...

"Is that so, little one?" She smirks. "We'll see about that..." Jenny says smiling before suddenly stepping down briefly with her entire weight and over her son.
"Ughhh umphhhh" He moans loudly.
"You were saying?" Jenny teases. "I think there's a squashed bug beneath my foot! Would you mind checking for me?" She teasingly asks mocking her son at her foot as she raises her shoe over his face for him to "check" for the remains of the "bug".

Anthony looks up as he sees his mother's shoe dangling over his face. She was wearing open heel flats as she held her foot over him for a few seconds before slowly resting the ball of her foot on his forehead. "Maybe a closer look?" She giggles as he was now facing the sole of her shoe catching a brief glimpse of her bare heel as it rose slightly off her the back of her shoe.

"I don't think you got it, mom! It's a really strong bug!" he laughs, taunting his mother to step on him again. Jenny doesn't hesitate a second and nonchalantly lowers her shoe right on his face making a slow rocking motion, plastering the sole of her shoe against the side of his little face, pressing down with some weight...

Her foot was so big he could barely look up to see her as her sole covered his face... "Am I squashing you now, little bug?? Or should I just stand on you and finish you off??" She inquires as she presses her sole against his face emphatically.

"Nope! Still here!" He laughs as his lips are smushed against the heel of her shoe. "I see.." Jenny states as she slides her foot down and on his chest. "Maybe if I stop this bug from breathing, it'll finally die under my feet!" She says before suddenly stepping up and onto her boy's chest with both feet, squashing the air out of him as she stood still facing him.

"How about now??" She teases. Anthony couldn't breathe, let alone speak. He nods quickly as she gets off him, making victory poses as she rests her foot on top of him triumphantly.

Alright, maybe it's time to go to bed...

"Ouch, you really crushed me, mom..." Anthony still smiles amazingly as Jenny looks down on him at her feet. "But.."

"But what?" Jenny asks

"Umm nothing, mom. never mind.."

"You can tell me you know.What is it honey?

"umm.. well.. that was a nice game. i liked it.."

"Is that so? You liked being a bug?"

"umm it's not that, mom!" Anthony laughs shyly. "i kinda... i liked you stepping on me.. it felt.. nice.."

"umm are you sure I didn't squash you? I am heavy you know..." Jenny presses her foot down on his chest to show him. He groans and moans a little but smiles.

"Yeah, umm. It hurts a little with your hard shoes, but it's nice..."

"Oh I see, maybe we could play again without them?" Jenny pushes on. "I am sure it won't hurt as much under my soft soles..."

"We could try, mom..."

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