Mothers Spell (a childhood memory)
22-Oct-98 00:11:48

Since so many of my fellow crush brothers enjoyed my previous experience, I would like to share the story that sealed my fate as a crush nut. When I was 8, mom used to get me up every morning to catch the school bus. I was very fond of those days because in that time, women wore high heels everyday and all the time, and mom was no exception. It used to thrill me no end to hear the rifle shots those heels would make everytime they punished the floor or any other surface she trod on. She would busy herself with sorting laundry,etc. all the while unknowingly keeping a little boy aroused with every non-merciful attack those heels administered. I especially loved Tuesdays and Fridays, those were garbage days. On those days, mom would pull the bag from the can, stomp down on anything sticking up and proceed to the porch, heels punishing as she went. When she would get to the porch, she would sit the bag down and slip out of the heels she was wearing and put on what she refered to as her OUTSIDE WORK SHOES. These were a pair of 3 and a half inch moderately worn shiny black closed toe pumps. She never wore these past the front door because she said they were too unfit to wear in the house. Anyway, after the change was made she would proceed to the curb with the garbage, sometimes having to tread in shallow mud and muck as the sprinkler system usualy had the ground wet as well as the grass dew. The mud never came over her shoe, but boy would it cake on the bottom sole and instep. We would then stand there waiting for the bus when mole crickets galore would begin to spring on the sidewalk and mom had no problems putting those muddy spikes to work. She would step, drag, twist then smear any insect on the ground. Usually the crickets were numerous so she would stop, and using the grass edge, wipe the mixture of mud filth and insects from her shoes and then begin anew. By the time the bus arrived, the ground was covered with muddy footsteps and bug goo mixed in. I would get home and wait for my mother to get involved in the rear of the house, and I would sneak out to the porch to look at her working shoes. She kept them in the corner behind a chair. My heart started racing again as I touched them and turned them over to reveal the sentence carried out that morning. Since she never wore them in the house, she never wiped or cleaned them off. The mud on the soles was still pretty thick and the cricket bodies could still be made out ground into that filth. I would start getting turned on all over again. The saddest day in my life was when dad starting putting out the trash for her on the night before. Thats all I have for now, I hope my fellow crush fans enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed the memories.