Mom's high heels

I remember watching a movie when I was very young, an American mystery film called "Red High Heels." I don't remember the specific plot very well, but I remember that someone was always being murdered, and a high heel was always found at the crime scene—a bright red high heel. I remember that bright red high heel left a very deep impression on me. I remember having the same dream all the time: a woman would slowly walk towards me. Her face and clothes were blurry, but only her red high heels were clearly visible. Every time I woke up from that dream, my genitals would be wet with semen, which felt very good. Later, I don't know when it started, but I developed a fanatical obsession with wearing red high heels. Whenever I saw a woman wearing red high heels, I would feel sexually aroused and almost unable to control myself. I remember when I was in junior high school, I saw a young woman wearing red high heels on the street. I couldn't control myself and followed her for more than ten blocks, all the way to her house. She didn't notice at the time. I had a strong urge to rape her, but I managed to control myself and didn't do it. I reminded myself, "You're a human being, not a beast."

Later, when I was in high school, this almost insane attraction to red gradually faded, and my self-control improved a lot. I thought I had returned to normal, but I never expected that a small, accidental incident would reignite my waning lust for red, and it burned even brighter. Not only that, I even got involved in an illicit and perverse relationship. The consequences were unexpected, and the woman in this illicit relationship was my mother. My mother's name is Li Lanqi. She is thirty-six years old and looks much younger than her actual age. My mother is good-looking, and years of consistent exercise have kept her figure in shape. She usually wears light makeup, and her slender and full figure, paired with exquisite and fashionable clothes, attracts a lot of attention on the street. I remember once when she came to my school to visit me, my classmates mistook her for my older sister. Although my mother is very attractive, I have never had any impure thoughts about her, until that day.

It was a Sunday, and I was going to a large department store to buy some summer clothes. I originally planned to go by myself, but my mother insisted on coming with me, worried that I wouldn't be able to choose well. We went to the store, and after nearly half an hour of browsing in the clothing section on the third floor, we finally bought two T-shirts. Just as we were about to go down the escalator, my mother accidentally broke the heel of her right high heel. I had no choice but to help my limping mother to the shoe and hat section on the second floor to buy a new pair of shoes. We went to the women's shoe section. Mom limped off to pick out shoes, while I sat down on a chair for trying on shoes. Suddenly, I spotted a pair of red high heels on the shelf in front of me. My heart pounded, and even my breathing was different. Those red high heels were fiery red. Mom noticed the beautiful red heels too. She picked them up, touched them for a while, and muttered, "Hmm, the leather is quite nice." "Miss," Mom asked the sales assistant, "Do you have size 36?" "Yes," the assistant replied, "Please get me a pair to try on."

Soon, Mom tried them on and bought the shoes, satisfied. She put the worn-out shoes directly into the new shoe box, put the new ones on immediately, and admired herself in the mirror for a long time. Then she turned to me and said, "Xiaowei, do you think these shoes look good?" No one can describe my feelings at that moment. Mom was wearing a light red suit that day, and paired with those fiery red high heels, she was truly captivating and elegant with every move. My penis instantly became erect, and I felt a burning desire. It surprised me so much; I had never noticed how beautiful my mother was. Those elegant red high heels were only befitting a beauty like her. For years, I had been obsessed with red high heels and women who wore them, but deep down I felt I was chasing nothing but an illusion. After starting high school, my heart had calmed down, but now, my mother had reignited my fiery desire. I never imagined that the goddess I had been searching for had always been right beside me—my mother. My mother didn't notice what I was thinking, nor did she notice the change in my genitals. She kept asking, "Hey, what's it like?" I tried to suppress my impulses and desires, calmly saying, "These shoes are pretty nice." My mother said, "Okay, let's go home." She turned and walked ahead, and I followed behind, staring at the red high heels on her feet, like a child seeing their favorite toy. My volcano of desire erupted completely.

That night I couldn't sleep, my heart pounding. I finally fell asleep in the early hours, and I dreamt again of the dream I often had: a woman walked towards me, but this time I finally saw her face clearly—it was my mother. She wore a red dress, the red as vibrant as her red high heels, a fiery red dress and fiery red high heels. From that day on, I focused all my attention on my mother. Every word, every gesture of hers was captivating. I became completely infatuated with her. She was the woman I had been searching for my whole life. I was constantly distracted, lost in thought, my mind filled with nothing but how to make love to her, how to lick her high heels and toes. But on the other hand, I tried my best to control myself. She was my birth mother; how could I be so perverted as to want to make love to my own mother? I was torn by inner conflict every day, my head spinning. I felt my life was withering away. I regained my composure on that day, another Sunday, another shopping trip with my mother, another store, this time accompanying her to buy clothes. It was the third-floor clothing section, and my mother chose a fiery red short cheongsam, a sleeveless cheongsam that revealed her fair arms. The red cheongsam paired with red high heels seemed to reflect the fiery red of my own desires.

I decided to stop controlling my desires and let them run wild. I was already under a spell, in love with my mother, unable to extricate myself. I had to charge forward. I had finally figured it out; I would no longer back down or hesitate. I would take the initiative, I would conquer my mother, I would make love to her. It seemed like fate was on my side. My dad was away on vacation at that time (he's a manager at a travel company, leading tour groups all year round), and I was on vacation in July, as was my mom (a middle school music teacher). I started using all my summer vacation time to get closer to my mom, chatting with her from time to time, and going shopping with her. I knew she went for a run every morning to maintain her figure, so I gave up my summer vacation days of sleeping in and ran with her every day. My mom seemed very surprised, saying, "You've never run in the morning since you were little, how come the sun rose in the west?"

Gradually, I became much closer to my mom, but I was still far from my goal. I often secretly watched my mom shower, and even got up in the middle of the night to secretly lick or smell her red high heels. A few times, it was even more outrageous; I even ejaculated inside her high heels. Of course, I wiped the high heels clean afterwards, and my mom didn't notice anything. It was very convenient that my dad wasn't home; my mom went to bed early, and the night was my world. But I wasn't satisfied with that. I wanted to truly possess my mom's body; I wanted to be intimate with her. July 20th, what happened that night is unforgettable. It was my birthday. We had dinner at home that evening; Mom cooked several delicious dishes and bought a small birthday cake. We also opened a bottle of red wine. By evening, we were all a little tipsy. We sat in the living room chatting about everything under the sun. Suddenly, I asked Mom, "Why is Dad always traveling around and never home?" Mom slowly replied, "Your dad is a business manager at a travel agency. He's always leading tours or running around doing business. He's very busy." I said, "Even if he's busy, he shouldn't leave you at home. Mom, are you lonely?" A hint of sadness flashed across Mom's face. She sighed, "Mom isn't lonely. Mom still has you." Then Mom asked, "I have a question for you." I said, "What question? Have you ever done anything for Mom?" Mom looked at me and said, word by word.

My drunkenness turned into a chill. I said, "What do you mean?" Mom said, "You're very interested in my high heels, aren't you?" My heart sank. How did Mom know? I said, "I didn't do anything." My voice trembled slightly. Mom said coldly, "I know everything. You don't need to hide it anymore." Under these circumstances, I finally told her everything: I had been obsessed with red high heels ever since I watched the movie "Red High Heels" when I was little. Later, after Mom bought red high heels, I started to fall in love with her. I often peeked at her while she was showering and secretly played with her high heels at night. After listening to my rant, Mom's gloomy face softened. She said, "She noticed that there was always sticky residue on the high heels, and later she found it was semen. That's when she thought of me." She said, "I forgive you this time. Don't think such things anymore. Focus more on your studies and work hard." Suddenly, a bold idea came to my mind. I said, "Mom, Dad is often away from home. You must be very lonely. Why don't I take his place?" Mom said angrily, "What did you say?" I said loudly, "I'm only saying what I want to say." I walked up to my mother, pulled down my trousers, and my penis stood erect in my underwear. My mother sat on the sofa, facing my penis, her body limp. In a trembling voice, she said, "What...what are you going to do?" I said, "I know we're both lonely, we need each other, emotionally, sexually."

"You..." My mother seemed speechless. I pulled down my underwear, and my mother cried out, "No..." Before she could finish, I suddenly shoved my penis into her mouth. My mother struggled, but with my penis in her mouth, she couldn't speak, only making muffled noises. This only fueled my desire. I forcefully held her head down, pushing my penis deeper. Soon, I ejaculated, all of it into my mother's mouth. Seeing her mouth full of semen, my mind began to clear. I was filled with regret for my impulsive actions. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how this scene would end. But then I saw the fire of desire burning brightly in my mother's eyes. Fueled by alcohol and lust, her reason began to crumble. Her fiery desire was stronger than her bright red high heels. She knelt before me, and took my penis into her mouth, going wild. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated again, filling her mouth with semen. My mother said, "Come on, let's go to bed." She said, "To keep you from becoming depressed, Mom is sacrificing herself for you today." I couldn't help but laugh inwardly. She was clearly burning with desire and couldn't control herself, yet she spoke as if it were something noble.

I said, "Can I do it with you while wearing high heels?" My mother said, "Yes." I rushed to the shoe rack, grabbed the pair of red high heels, and put them on her feet. Then I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. I quickly stripped off all of my mother's clothes, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts full, her abdomen flat, her waist slender, her hips rounded, her thighs long, and her pubic area covered in thick pubic hair, her deep purple labia peeking out intermittently. Under the light, my mother's snow-white body and the fiery red high heels stimulated me, and my lust surged again. I forcefully spread my mother's legs, placing them on my shoulders, and thrust my penis into her hairy vulva. Lacking experience, I couldn't get it in the right spot after a few tries. My mother, who had been silently letting me do as I pleased, chuckled softly. She grasped my penis with her hand, guiding me to the right position and encouraging penetration. She let out a soft moan the moment I entered. I thrust with all my might, and my mother responded with all her might. I then said, "Mom, it seems like you haven't been with Dad in a long time, have you?" "Ah, yes, your dad's already done for," Mom said. I said, "I told you, I only touched you lightly just now, and you got all horny." "Ah," Mom moaned loudly, "Quick, don't stop!" I shouted, "Mom, am I better than Dad?" Mom also moaned, "Yes, ah, ah, you, ah, are better than your father." "Li Lanqi, little beauty, is it comfortable?" I asked. "Ah, ah, ah, it feels so good!" Mom cried. "From now on, you're mine, aren't you?"

I asked. "Yes, little husband," Mom cried. "Good girl, my big wife," I said. I attacked with all my might, and Mom's moans grew louder and louder. I said, "Little slut, don't moan so loudly." "Ah ah," Mom gasped, "Ah, ah, I, I can't control myself." I was a little worried the neighbors might hear, when I caught sight of a pair of stockings at the corner of the bed. They were probably the ones Mom had taken off when she came home. I reached for one with one hand and shoved it into Mom's mouth. Her scream immediately turned into a muffled whimper.

I ejaculated again, this time inside her. Sixteen years ago today, I came into this world; sixteen years later, I've returned. I saw Mom limp on the bed. I knew I had conquered her. Dad was away most of the year; from now on, Mom was mine alone. I said, "My dear wife, from now on you must listen to me." Mom weakly replied in a coquettish voice, "Yes, my little husband. Your useless old man is always away; the world is ours."

It

's past midnight now, and Mom is fast asleep, exhausted. I lie beside her, one hand touching her outstretched, delicate white feet, the other playing with the red high heel I've always treasured. I gaze at the pitch-black night outside the window, then at the red high heel in my hand. Under the bedside lamp, it gleams with a fiery red light. The fiery red high heel represents a fiery era, representing the deepest, fiery desires within everyone. (The End)

I remember watching a movie when I was very young, an American mystery film called "Red High Heels." I don't remember the specific plot very well, only that someone was always being murdered, and at the crime scene, a high heel was always found—a fiery red high heel. I remember those fiery red high heels left a very deep impression on me. I remember having the same dream all the time: a woman would slowly walk towards me, her face and clothes blurry, only her red high heels were clearly visible. Every time I woke up from that dream, my genitals were wet, and it felt very good. Later, I don't know when it started, I developed a fanatical obsession with wearing red high heels. Whenever I saw a woman wearing red high heels, I would feel sexually aroused, almost uncontrollably. I remember it was when I was in junior high school. Once, I saw a young woman wearing red high heels on the street, and I couldn't control myself. I followed her for more than ten blocks, all the way to her doorstep. She didn't notice at the time. I really had an impulse to rape her. Of course, I finally managed to control myself and didn't do it. I reminded myself, you are a human being, not a beast.

Later, when I entered high school, this almost obsessive attraction to women gradually subsided, and my self-control improved considerably. I thought I had returned to normal, but unexpectedly, a small, accidental incident reignited my waning lust, which burned ever brighter. Not only that, I was also drawn into an illicit and perverse relationship. The consequences were unpredictable, and the woman in this affair was none other than my mother. My mother's name is Li Lanqi, she is thirty-six years old, and looks much younger than her actual age. My mother is good-looking, and years of consistent exercise have kept her figure in perfect shape. She usually wears light makeup, and her slender, full figure paired with stylish clothes makes her very attractive on the street. I remember once when she came to my school to see me, my classmates mistook her for my older sister. Although my mother was very attractive, I never had any impure thoughts about her until that day.

It was a Sunday, and I was going to a large department store to buy some summer clothes. I planned to go by myself, but my mother insisted on coming with me, worried that I wouldn't be able to choose well. We arrived at the store and spent nearly half an hour browsing in the clothing section on the third floor. Finally, we bought two T-shirts. Just as we were about to go down the escalator, my mother accidentally broke the heel of her right high heel. I had no choice but to help my limping mother to the shoe and hat section on the second floor to buy a new pair of shoes. We went to the women's shoe section, and my mother limped around picking out shoes while I sat on a chair for trying on shoes. Suddenly, I noticed a pair of red high heels on the shoe rack in front of me. My heart pounded, and even my breathing was different than usual. Red high heels, fiery red! At that moment, my mother also noticed the beautiful red high heels. She picked them up, touched them for a while, and muttered to herself, "Hmm, the leather is not bad." "Miss," she asked the sales assistant, "Do you have size 36?" "Yes," the waiter replied, "Please get me a pair to try."

Soon, Mom tried on the shoes and bought them, satisfied with the result. She put the broken shoes directly into the box of the new ones, put the new ones on immediately, and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. Then she turned to me and said, "Xiaowei, do you think these shoes look good?" No one can describe my feelings at that moment. Mom was wearing a light red suit today, paired with these fiery red high heels. Every gesture she made was truly captivating and graceful. My penis instantly became erect. I felt a burning desire. I was so surprised. I had never noticed how beautiful Mom was. These elegant red high heels were only suitable for a beauty like Mom. For the past few years, I had been obsessed with red high heels and women who wore them, but I felt that what I was pursuing was just an illusion. After starting high school, my heart had calmed down, but now, my burning desire had been rekindled by my mother. I never thought that the goddess I had been searching for had always been by my side. She was my mother. Mom didn't notice what I was thinking at that moment. She didn't notice the change in my lower body. She kept asking me, "Hey, what's wrong?" I tried my best to suppress my inner impulses and desires, and calmly said, "These shoes are pretty nice." Mom said, "Okay, let's go home." She turned and walked ahead, and I followed behind, staring at the red high heels she was wearing. Like a child seeing their favorite toy, my volcano of desire completely erupted.

That night I couldn't sleep, my heart was surging like a tide. In the early hours of the morning, I finally fell asleep, and I dreamed again of the dream I often had before: a woman walked towards me, but this time I finally saw her face clearly. It was my mother. She was wearing a red dress, the dress as red as the red high heels on her feet—a fiery red dress, fiery red high heels. From that day on, I focused all my attention on my mother. Every word and action of hers, every gesture, seemed endlessly charming. I became completely infatuated with my mother. She was the woman I had been searching for my whole life. I was constantly distracted and lost in thought, my mind consumed by thoughts of making love with my mother, of licking her high heels and toes. Yet, on the other hand, I tried my best to control myself. She was my mother, how could I be so perverted as to want to have sex with my own mother? I was torn by inner conflict every day, my head spinning, feeling like my life was withering away. I regained my composure on that one day, a Sunday, when my mother and I went shopping at the same store. This time, I was accompanying her to buy clothes. On the third floor, in the clothing section, my mother chose a fiery red short cheongsam, a sleeveless cheongsam that revealed her fair arms. The red cheongsam paired with red high heels seemed to reflect the fiery red of my own desires.

I decided to stop controlling my desires and let them run wild. I was now, as if under a spell, in love with my mother, unable to extricate myself. I had to charge forward. I had finally understood. I would no longer back down or hesitate. I would take the initiative, I would conquer my mother, I would make love with her. It seemed like fate was on my side. My dad was away on vacation at that time (he's a manager at a travel company, leading tour groups all year round), and I was on vacation in July, as was my mom (a middle school music teacher). I started using all my summer vacation time to get closer to my mom, chatting with her from time to time, and going shopping with her. I knew she went for a run every morning to maintain her figure, so I gave up my summer vacation days of sleeping in and ran with her every day. My mom seemed very surprised, saying, "You've never run in the morning since you were little, how come the sun rose in the west?"

Gradually, I became much closer to my mom, but I was still far from my goal. I often secretly watched my mom shower, and even got up in the middle of the night to secretly lick or smell her red high heels. A few times, it was even more outrageous; I even ejaculated inside her high heels. Of course, I wiped the high heels clean afterwards, and my mom didn't notice anything. It was very convenient that my dad wasn't home; my mom went to bed early, and the night was my world. But I wasn't satisfied with that. I wanted to truly possess my mom's body; I wanted to be intimate with her. July 20th, what happened that night is unforgettable. It was my birthday. We had dinner at home that evening. Mom cooked several delicious dishes and bought a small birthday cake. We also opened a bottle of red wine. By evening, we were all a little tipsy. We sat in the living room chatting about everything under the sun. Suddenly, I asked Mom, "Why is Dad always traveling around and never home?" Mom slowly replied, "Your dad is a business manager at a travel agency. He's always leading tours or doing sales. He's very busy." I said, "Even if he's busy, he shouldn't leave you at home. Mom, are you lonely?" A hint of disappointment flashed across Mom's face. She sighed, "Mom isn't lonely. Mom still has you." Then Mom asked, "I have a question for you." I said, "What question? Have you ever done anything to Mom?" Mom looked at me and said, word by word.

My drunkenness turned into a chill. I said, "What do you mean?" Mom said, "You're very interested in my high heels, aren't you?" My heart sank. How did Mom know? I said, "I didn't do anything." My voice trembled slightly. Mom said coldly, "I know everything. You don't need to hide it anymore." In this situation, I finally confessed everything: Ever since I was little, after watching the movie "Red High Heels," I'd been obsessed with red high heels. Later, after my mother bought them, I became infatuated with her. I often secretly watched her shower and played with her high heels at night. After listening to my confession, my mother's gloomy face softened. She said she had noticed sticky residue on her high heels, which turned out to be semen, and that's when she realized it was me. She said, "I forgive you this time. Don't let your imagination run wild. Focus on your studies and work hard." Suddenly, a bold idea popped into my head. I said, "Mom, Dad's often away from home. You must be lonely. Why don't I take his place?" My mother angrily retorted, "What did you say?" I shouted, "I'm only saying what I want to say." I walked up to my mother, pulled down my trousers, and my penis stood erect in my underwear. My mother sat on the sofa, facing my penis, her body limp. She said in a trembling voice, "What...what are you going to do?" I said, "I know we're both lonely, we need each other—emotional needs, sexual needs."

My mother seemed speechless. I pulled down my underwear, and she cried out, "No..." Before she could finish, I shoved my penis into her mouth. She struggled, unable to speak with my penis inside, only able to whimper. This only fueled my desire. I forcefully held her head down, pushing my penis deeper. Soon, I ejaculated, all of it into her mouth. Seeing her mouth full of semen, my mind began to clear. I regretted my impulsive actions. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how this would end. But then, I saw the fire of desire burning brightly in her eyes. The alcohol and lust combined to erode her reason. Her fiery desire was stronger than her bright red high heels. She knelt before me, taking my penis into her mouth and going wild. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated again, filling her mouth with semen once more. Mom said, "Come on, let's go to bed." She added, "To keep you from getting depressed, Mom is going to sacrifice herself for you today." I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; she was clearly burning with desire and couldn't control herself, yet she spoke as if it were something noble.

I said, "Can I wear high heels and do it with you?" Mom said, "Yes." I rushed to the shoe rack, grabbed the pair of red high heels, and put them on her feet. Then I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. I quickly stripped off all of my mother's clothes, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts full, her abdomen flat, her waist slender, her hips rounded, her thighs long, and her pubic area covered in thick pubic hair, her deep purple labia peeking out intermittently. Under the light, my mother's snow-white body and the fiery red high heels stimulated me, and my lust surged again. I forcefully spread my mother's legs, placing them on my shoulders, and thrust my penis into her hairy vulva. Lacking experience, I couldn't get it in the right spot after a few tries. My mother, who had been silently letting me do as I pleased, chuckled softly. She grasped my penis with her hand, guiding me to the right position and encouraging penetration. She let out a soft moan the moment I entered. I thrust with all my might, and my mother responded with all her might. I then said, "Mom, it seems like you haven't been with Dad in a long time, have you?" "Ah, yes, your dad's already past his prime," Mom said. I said, "I told you, I only touched you lightly just now, and you got all aroused." "Ah," Mom groaned loudly, "Quick, don't stop!" I shouted, "Mom, am I better than Dad?" Mom also moaned, "Yes, ah, ah, you, ah, are better than your father." "Li Lanqi, little beauty, is it comfortable?" I asked. "Ah, ah, ah, it feels so good!" Mom cried. "From now on, you're mine, aren't you?"

"I asked. 'Yes, little husband,' Mom cried out. 'Good girl, my first wife,' I said. I attacked with all my might, and Mom's cries grew louder and louder. I said, 'Little slut, don't cry so loudly.' 'Ah,' Mom gasped, 'Ah, ah, I, I can't control myself.' I couldn't help but worry that the neighbors would hear. Just then, I caught sight of a pair of stockings on the corner of the bed, probably the ones Mom had taken off when she came back. I reached for one with one hand and shoved it into Mom's mouth. Mom's cries immediately turned into moans.

I ejaculated again, shooting into her vagina. Sixteen years ago today, I came into this world, and sixteen years later, I've returned. I saw Mom limp on the bed. I knew Mom had been conquered. Dad spends most of the year away from home; from now on, Mom is mine alone. I said, 'First wife, from now on you must listen to me.' Mom weakly said in a coquettish voice, 'Yes, little husband. Your useless old man is always away; the world is ours now.'"

It

's past midnight now, and Mom is fast asleep, exhausted. I lie beside her, one hand stroking her outstretched, delicate white feet, the other toying with the red high heel I've always treasured. I gaze at the pitch-black night outside the window, then at the red high heel in my hand. Bathed in the bedside lamp's light, it gleams with a fiery red glow. The fiery red high heel represents a fiery era, representing the deepest, most passionate desires within everyone. (The End)

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