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As time went on, Benji's obsession with his mom's toes began to wane. He found other interests and started to build a life of his own. But every now and then, when his mom would come home from work and stomp tomatoes, he would feel a pang of nostalgia and longing for those days when they shared their secret bond
As Benji grew older, his obsession with his mom's toes only intensified. He would watch her every move, waiting for the moment when she would stomp tomatoes so he could indulge in his peculiar habit. And his mom, understanding his need, would often indulge him, allowing him to lick her toes after a long day at work.
Benji was always fascinated by the way the tomato juice would squirt out from under her feet, staining the linoleum floor. But what really caught his attention was the way his mom's toes looked after she had finished stomping. They were red and squished, with bits of tomato pulp stuck between them. And for some reason, the sight of them made Benji's mouth water.