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|Comments:||Mom is in the yard working on her tan. She is wearing a bikini. I walk up to her and just GRAB her mouth and hold it so that she can't make a sound. Next, I drag mom into the house and shut the door behind us. My hand is still over her mom's pretty mouth so she can't scream. My other hand goes to work on her sexy stomach as I tickle my mom without mercy. Mom's muffled laughter fills the kitchen as I force her to wiggle and struggle against my tickling hand. She tries everything. She tries to scream. I just hold her mouth tighter. She tries to get away. I just tickle her harder. Just when mom is about to faint, I take my hand away from her soft mouth so she can relax. I give her just a short break and then once again, I clamp my hand over my mom's mouth and tickle her some more !!!|
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|Comments:||Thanks for posting that, Tyler. Your mom is such a good sport and a sexy woman too. I'd love to tickle her myself, and after the tickling massage and worship her sexy feet to help her relax. Hope to hear more of your stories.|
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|Comments:||glad you enjoyed my story. I enjoyed the experience myself, i can't wait till this summer so i can do it again!
And yes, I got my mother's feet. Sometimes, she got curled up in bed to take a nap or watch TV to cool down after our daily tickle game, i would crawl under the covers and tickle her toes to hear her giggle and watch her thrashing around laughing. also, when the neighbors weren't home, I'd sneak into the pool with her right after i got home from work when she was taking a nap on one of those inflatable floatie-things and tickle her toes. she always got a shock and would roll off into the water, then i'd grab her and float around the pool holding her and tickling her legs. my mother's a lot of fun to grab and tickle!
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I waited in anticipation in the hallway for my mother to finish changing into this incredibly hot nightie so that i could continue out tickling game. I didn't have to wait long. I walked into her room and found her already sitting on the bed. The nightie looked even better on her than i had expected. "Oooh wow mom! You look great!" "really? you think so?" "Yeah! you look awesome! i can't wait to play with you today, dressed like that!"
"well you just make sure you behave yourself, mister. I love these games as much as you do, but you do anything innappropriate, and you won't have anymore tickle games with mom. Understand?"
"yeah, yeah whatever you say mom! i sure don't want this to stop!"
I moved over to the bed next to her and as usual, wrapped my one around her waist and began probing my fingers all around her belly button and lower tummy. Mom once again started to giggle and smile, my other hand making their fingers scuttle over my mom's legs. she leaned back a little, and i moved my head behind hers and placed my lips on her neck to support her. As i kissed her neck that day, i would dart my tongue out quickly every now and then and gently lick the back of her neck while i kissed it. my fingers stayed below the hem of the nightie again, but i once again got adventurous. my hand moved up her legs and joined the other around mom's waist. Still tonguing and sucking gently on the back of my mom's neck, i picked her up by her waist and set her on my lap. This caused her nightie to ride up o good deal, but she didn't seem to notice, she was giggling and squirming with delight too much! And if she did notice, she didn't say anything to me. I could now clearly see the small pair of black panties she had on underneath the nightie, and my hand had free range of her entire legs. i began running my fingers all up and down her thighs. With my other hand, i reached up under the hem of her nightie and probed the bare skin of her lower tummy. Mom screamed and giggled in delight as i did this, tossing her head back in delight. As soon as she did, i moved my lips from the back of her neck towards the front. i was gently necking mom while my fingers crawled all over her legs and belly. I could tell from her delighted laughter that she was greatly enjoying this experience, and we were both in heaven! When finished, she collapsed on the bed next to me like usual, pulling the bottom hem down so that it would cover her ass again, and my arms wrapped gently around her while we settled down to watch another movie before dinner. However, this was just too much. Mom looked so good in this nightie, and we had already done so much just from tickling games, there was one more thing i had to try.
About 30 min. into the movie, right as mom was finally settling down, i made my move. Her eyes were slightly closed, she was exhausted from the intense tickling session we had just had. I gently rolled her over from on her side onto her back. Her eyes fluttered, and she woke up a little. She realized that i had moved her. "Tyler sweetie, what are you doing?"
"Nothing mom. just thought you might be more comfy this way" I was leaning semi-upright in bed next to her, my right arm draped over her midsection. "Well thats very nice of you baby, but i can't really see the TV this way, can i?"
"Of course you can mom". I leaned forward more, resting my head on her tummy, my hands lightly probing at her belly button again.
"Haha, no i really can't see it well from this angle sweetie" Mom made to roll aver back onto her side, but my hands grasped her waist again, and held her in place. "Well, you can see it well enough". I leaned my head up and grasped the bottom of mom's nightie, and started to pull it up.
"TYLER! what are!..."
"Mom, it's ok. I'm not gonna do anything. i just want a look at your tummy mom. that's all. i just want to kiss and tickle your bare tummy a little"
"Well, alright Tyler. As long as that's all you do!"
I lifted mom's nightie up over her tummy, revealing her panties again. I pulled it up right yo where it caovered the bottoms of her tits, which were bare underneath this nightie. True to my word, i only revealed her tummy, stopping before her tits were uncovered (all the way. I still saw the bottoms of the globes). the nightie lay bunched up in a heap around mom's neck, and i kissed her all over her tummy. My lips started on her bellybutton, and moved all over, gently and softly kissing her skin, my tongue once again darting out now and again, adding to the tickling sensation i could tell my mother was once again feeling. My hands moved up mom's sides and worked their way under the bunched up cloth and found her armpits, a very ticklish spot indeed! Mom cried out and squealed in delight, and after about 15 minutes of this, i finally stopped and used my mom's bare tummy as a pillow while we took a nap together on her bed before dinner.
The next day after i got home, she wore the same outfit for me and let me pull it up to tickle her bare tummy again. After out nap that day, mom went downstairs to make dinner without changing out of the red nightie. She said that she was just too exhausted to worry about changing clothes right then. i came downstairs to watch mom move around the kitchen dressed as she was, enjoying the show as she moved around the kitchen in that short, shimmering piece of of cloth. I even walked up behind her and helped her, gingerly necking with her again and probing the flesh around her ribs while she tried to stir something on the stove. That evening during dinner, I asked mom for a request, and she was happy to oblige. We ate dinner together, Mom still dressed for bed in red, and she sat on my lap while we ate, my arms wrapped around her sides so that i could reach the plate and feed her alternate bites of dinner. The rest of the summer, my dad continued to work late nights, and my mom and i continued to play increasingly exciting tickle games. Towards the end of the summer, we had it arranged so that mom would simply walk around the house in a nightie or a bathing suit all day after i got home, never knowing where or when i would swoop down and take her prisoner. The games have stopped now that I'm back for my 2nd year of college, but mom promised that we would pick the games up where we left off when i get back home for the summer. Needless to say, i can't wait for summer! My mom is so much fun to take prisoner and tickle senseless! And what's great is that she enjoys it as much as I do. We both can't wait to get started again!
|Comments:||So, as promised, here's the story of how i spent this past summer tickling my mother.
I had just gotten home from work when i saw mom by the pool. It was only the middle of the afternoon when i finished work, doing outdoor chores for the school system in our town, and after spending all day outside, i needed a shower. As i walked to the back door of the house, i noticed that mom was laying by our backyard pool, drying off in the sun, and when i saw her i nearly froze up.
She was siting upright and leaning back a little, her arms behind her balancing her. her one leg was straight out in front of her on the patio, the other bent up at the knee. Her shoulder-lenght dark brown hair was shining in the sunlight, and i could see that her legs were wet and glistening.
She was also wearing my favorite swimsuit of hers: the yellow one with the pink floral pattern. my mother is not by any means a sexy woman, and she definitely does have a "bikini body", but for a woman in her mid 40's, her body is wonderful, and that particular swimsuit definitely showed that. It was cut low in the front, allowing a fantastic view of cleavage, and was open all the way down the back right to the very top of her ass. It hugged her body in all the right places.
I had always had a secret desire to grab my mother and tickle her like crazy. it had just always seemed like it would be something fun to do. i remebered back to when i was a little kid, how i would sit in my mom's lap, and when it was just the two of us, i would tickle her neck and make her giggle. I always got a kick out of making my mom giggle from tickling when i was little, and very soon i found the perfect technique of tickling her neck so that she giggled like crazy! as i grew up, this game slowly stopped, but my desire to tickle my mother did not. Also, as i got older, i had desires to tickle her not just on the neck, but to rub my fingers around her belly button and her legs, to see how much i could get her giggling that way.
of course, i never confessed this desire to her or to anyone else. But seeing her sitting by the pool that afternoon, looking like a goddess with her shimmering hair and her glistening legs, that tickle-perfect body snug in a swimsuit, i knew that this was the day. my dad worked late nights during the summer, he wouldn't be home until 10:30 at the earliest, and i don;t have any siblings to worry about. Conditions were perfect. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to make my mother my tickle prisoner!
Quickly, i ran upstairs and got in the shower. i had to be fast, since i knew that my mom would be done sunning herself soon and would be inside to change out of her swimsuit, and that wouldn't do for my plan. I quickly showered and then waited for the signal. I didn;t have to wait long; mom was soon inside the house. As soon as i heard her open the backdoor to come in, i shut off the water and shot out of the shower, putting my bathrobe on as i heard my mom walking up the stairs. Right after she passed the bathroom door, i opened it up and stepped out, walking calmly toward my room. My mom was heading to hers, but she turned around when she heard me get out of the bathroom.
She made with the usual conversation after i got home from work; asking how my day was, if everything had been alright, blah blah blah...
"Well sweetie, I'm just going to change out of this, and then I'll get dinner started, ok?"
"ok" i said, and made to look like i was heading back to my room. But as soon as i saw my mom get inside the doorway to her room, i quickly turned around and ran back the hallway and stepped into her room behind her, and closed the door.
"Tyler! Honey what are yo.." is all she got out before i had my hand over her mouth.
She started to make "MMmmpphh"-ing sounds, and she seemed like she was becoming panicked. She was just surprised at first, but in just a matter of seconds began to squirm around and tried to scream louder from under my hand. I realized that i had her frightened pretty bad, so i realized that i neede to show her that i was just having some innocent fun and that she wasn't in danger. with my one hand around her mouth, my other arm looped around her waist and began to prod her ribs. the tickling had begun!
Almost at once, she forgot about being panicked and began to laugh hysterically beneath my hand gag. i removed my hand covering her mouth so that i could hear her screams of delight. I moved this hand down to her sides as well, and began prodding her body around her ribs and tummy.
"OOHHH...ohh..Ty.ty....tyl...Tyler! Stophaaaaahahaha...HAHAHATYLER!!!...STO..OOPPP!!! HEEHEEHAHAHA"
this was great! i then moved my hands back, to the back of her swimsuit she was still wearing, and began to tickle along the edge of the fabric along her naked back. I got my fingers underneath the material about and inch and began tickling her bare skin. Then i moved my hands back to her sides and, holding her around the waist, i pulled her onto my lap as i sat down on her bed. With one hand, i prodded and circled around her bellybutton, and with the other, i lightly began running my fingers up and down her thigh. My mom exploded into hysterics, she could barely say anything, she was laughing so hard. She kept trying to tell my to stop, please stop, but it was obvious that she was actually rather enjoying the whole experience and that saying such was merely instinctive.
It was then that i remebered again my experiecne with tickler her as a child, and i decided that now was the time to unleash it again. holding her tight in my lap, tickling her tummy and legs, i moved my lips to the back of her neck as i did when i was younger and wanted my mommy to giggle. she must have known what i had in mind, because she mustered enough strength to yell, "OH, no no no nononono.." but it was too late! I didnt kiss the back of her neck; instead, with my lips ever so slightly parted, i began making little popping nosies on her neck. i remebered that this had used to driver her crazy, and apparently it still did.
soon after, i finally stopped tickling, and mom collapsed on the bed next to me. she was still giggling slightly, and she had a huge grin on her face. She said that dinner was going to be a little late, she needed to cool down for a while. Mom laid down on her bed facing the TV in her room, and started flipping through channels. I got up to leave, but she said "You can stay her if you want honey. i really enjoyed that. That was a lot fun!" I laid down on the bad next to her, and wrapped an arm around her again. "Does that mean we can do this again tomorrow mom? I really enjoyed it too" I said. My mom thought for a minute, but quickly made up her mind when my other hand began to run across her bare legs again. "yes..YES!! hehehe....yes sweetie, you can tickle me again tomorrow after i get out of the pool if you really want to."
"Good" i replied "because i want to" we laid on bed like that for another hour, and then mom got up, shooed me out of the room so she could change her clothes, and then made dinner. We never told dad any of what happend.
This game became an everyday part of life that summer. For the rest of that week, every day i would come home from work and shower, and after i got dressed, i would go to my mom's room where she would be waiting for me in that same swimsuit ( i had told her that it was my favorite and was the reason i had decided to begin tickling her). i would then proceed to to probe her body with my tickling fingers, kissing her neck like before, touching her legs and running my fingers over them like little scuttling spiders. After our tickle session for the day, we would lay in bed, mom still in her swimsuit, my arm wrapped around her, still caressing her legs and kissing her neck, and would watch a movie before mom got dinner ready.
The next monday, after two whole days that weekend without tickling my mother, i couldn't wait to start again. But i was bored with her swimsuit. I needed her to wear something different now, to keep the game interseting. So, after getting home and showered that day, i walked into mom's room to see her once again dressed in her yellow swimsuit. I told her that i love tickling her, i loved it more than anything, but i wondered if maybe she could wear something different today? Something just as good, but just so that it was different to keep out tickling adventures fun and fresh. "Sure sweetie, no problem. I think i have just the thing...". I left the room to let her change clothes, i couldn't wait to see what she had in mind. Soon, she said i could come back. I opened the door and my jaw just about hit hit the floor! "Now Tyler, you can still tickle me all you want, just don;t go trying anything innappropraite, understand?" my head was barely able to nod. I had expected her put on a different swimsuit, but instead she was dressed in a shimmering light-blue nightie! It was also my favorite one, and i had fantasized many times about tickling her in this particular outfit. It consisted of two parts. The first was a shirt-like piece. It was held up by thin shoulder straps and hung very low in the front. it came down to just past her belly button. The second pice was the skirt that went with it. This had an elastic waistband to keep it on, and it just barely, BARELY, covered her ass! I could see why she said she didn't want me doing anything innappropriate during todays tickle game. I had to say, i practiced marvelous self-control. I tickled her just like before, kissing the back of her neck in that special way to make her giggle, running my fingers up and down her legs, never going past the hem of her nightie's skirt of course. I hoped that if i behaved my self as instructed, i might be allowed more intense tickling games later on down the road. I mean, look at what she was wearing while i played with her today! The most adventurous i got during that game was lifting the shirt-piece up a little bit so that i could tickle her bare tummy. Afterwards, we laid down as usual and watched TV. While running my fingers over her legs, i got just a little more adventurous, and lifted her shirt piece a little again, leaned over and started kissing her bellybutton. It was great! Mom didn't reprimand me at all, and actually had a very satisfied smile on her face while my lips gently caressed her tummy.
My patience and good behavior payed off! The next day, after my shower when i got home, i walked into her bedroom and, instead of being dressed in a swimsuit or another nightie, mom just had her bathrobe on. "Tyler", she said "Since we're having so much fun together with these ticking games, and since you behaved yourself so well yesterday, I'm letting you personally pick out what I wear today for our game. " She left and watied in the hallway so i could pick something out for her. I couldn't believe it! I looked through her closet at some of her dresses and skirts, but they didn't really do it for me. I checked her drawer full of swimsuits, but none could compare to the yellow one, and i din't want to waste this special opportunity on that one again.
THen i got the drawer where she kept her nighties, and it was there i found it!
"Mom! Here, i found something!" She came back into the room all smiles, saw the nightie i had found, and became a little nervous. "Oh, Tyler sweetie, i don't know...that one's...dont you think it's a little,,uhhh..."
"Mom, you said i could pick what you wore today. C'mon, it's not so bad. I bet you look really awesome in this one! PLeeeeaaaase!"
mom agreed, as i had been promised the opportunity to pick what she wore today. The nightie i had pciked put was a silky red one. It was cut extremely
low in front, giving ample view of cleavage, the bottom coming just an inch below her ass, with a slit on one side that ran all the way up to the top of her thigh. This was the only piece to this nightie, as opposed to the one the day before, and the whole thing was held up by two spaghetti straps as thick as a spider's web. This would be fun.
To be continued...
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It was my first real tickling experience. I was 18 at the time. I'm almost 50 now so there was no internet or tickling videos that I knew of so I thought I was the only one with this unusual turn on. I was very self conscious about my fetish and would rather be burned at the stake than tell anyone about it or actually tickle a girl. Anyway, we lived in a townhouse complex with a young married couple next door. The wife (I'll call her L) was very attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way. She was about 28 yrs old, 5'8", long brunette hair, nice body and beautiful feet, about size 9. L was always very nice to me and we would chat every time we met. I'm not sure if she was flirting or not (dream on), but I always made her laugh and, of course, I wondered if she was ticklish. L didn't work, so in the summer she would always sit outside on the front lawn and read. She would set up 2 lawn chairs, one to sit on and one that she would prop her lovely bare feet on with her gorgeous soles facing our house. Many times I would purposely leave the house and walk down the sidewalk to chat with her. I would stand back far enough so that, as we chatted, I could keep glancing down at those soles (surreptitiously of course) and fantasize about just reaching out giving them a few strokes to test her ticklishness. I was sure she did not know I was checking out her feet.(or so I thought) One winter morning in December, I arrived home from school only to find I had locked myself out and a storm was blowing in. As I was shoveling the walk, L came home, asked me why I was out in the storm and invited me in. (yes, there is a God!) After we were in her house, she excused herself to change as her clothes were wet from snow and invited me to have a seat in the living room. As I waited for her, my mind raced a mile a minute. I was nervous being there but couldn't help wondering if finally I would get a chance to tickle her a bit. To my delight, she came downstairs with her PJ's and bathrobe on and was wearing mule slippers. You know, the kind that are covered in front and totally open in the back. She said she likes to dress cozy on stormy winter days. I said that was Ok as I stared with unblinking eyes at her soles as she walked to the kitchen. She called to me from the kitchen and said she was going to have some red wine and asked if I wanted some. I wasn't a big fan of it but what the hell, I said sure. She came in with a bottle poured 2 glasses and sat at the end of the short couch. I could not believe what happened next. She slid off her slippers, swung her feet up on the couch, turned towards me and sat with her knees up and her arms wrapped around her legs. I think my heart stopped at that moment because in this position, her toes were pushed up against my left leg and I couldn't take my eyes off her feet. That's when the "boys in the basement" went to work and Mr. Happy started to form a pup tent in my pants. I still remember those lovely toes crunched against my leg and the smooth skin of her feet barely inches from my left hand. We kept chatting and drinking wine (her more than me) for a long time but I had a hard time keeping a conversation going when all I could think about was devising a plan to tickle her feet. What would she do? Tell her husband who would kick the crap out of me? Tell my father who would kick the crap out of me? Either way, I would end up crapless. Anyway, as I was checking out her feet and my pants were getting tighter, I heard her calling me from a million miles away. M? M? I looked up and said..Uh..yea? L: "Is something wrong?" M: "No...uh why?" L: "Well, you were staring at my feet so I thought something was wrong" She said this with a big shit-eating grin on her face. (BUSTED!) I turned about 10 shades of red, my face was burning up. I tried to make excuses but just ended up inventing a new language. As I was babbling, L interrupted me and said with a big smile "You know something, M , I think you like my feet, don't you?" Keep in mind she had been drinking a bunch by now. I had been outed so I might as well admit it. "How, um...did you know?" "Well, I've noticed you staring at them when we chat in the summer." (I guess I wasn't so surreptitious) "Oh, well yea, you do have nice feet." I almost died when she said, "Here, have a closer look" and stretched out her legs and put them across my lap (and my throbbing woody) so her feet were suspended over the couch. She still had that grin on her face and was enjoying this but not in a nasty way. I was in shock, this couldn't be happening. She said, "It's ok, I used to date a guy with a foot fetish. I won't tell anyone." I said" Uh, thanks..it's a little embarrassing." She said "But a little exciting too huh?" and giggled as she rubbed her legs on my woody. I think I turned redder knowing she noticed it.. "So, what would you like to do with them?..my old boyfriend liked to rub my feet....and then he would tickle them." I couldn't hold out any longer. Without replying, I reached out with my right hand and ran my finger slowly up her right foot. She let out giggle and said "Ah...so tickling it is." This was my first tickling experience and L WAS ticklish. I was going to be sick to my pants. Then she leaned back and said "Ready." I lost it and went into a tickle trance. I was staring at her beautiful feet and ran my hand up and down her right foot as she escalated her giggling. I reached around with my left hand and started tickling her left foot at the same time. Both hands were scrabbling up and down on her soles and she broke out into melodic laughter, but she didn't pull her feet away. I was inexperienced at tickling but just followed my desires. Up and down her soles I tickled, watching her feet jerk and her toes spread and clench. I tickled under her toes but I didn't think to hold them back to really torture her soles. Her legs were bouncing on my legs (and my woody) as I tickled her feet, but not once did she pull back or ask me to stop. Her laughter was music to my ears. I came to the conclusion that maybe she was liking this as much as I was. I don't remember how long I tickled her feet. It seemed like a year but was probably 15 or 20 minutes. When I stopped, she left for the bathroom to compose herself. When she came back, she smiled at me and said "that was fun. I haven't been tickled like that in a long time" and that was it. I was so relieved she didn't make a big deal of it.
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My Tie-up and Tickle Adventure with Mrs. Tegge
Don’t ask me why, but I’ve loved tickling girls for as long as I can remember. I tickled them in grade school and got scolded by the teacher. I tickled them in junior high, more sneakily by that time, and often got away with it. I tickled them at the community pool, at the playground, in the park. I could always spot a potentially ticklish girl and an opportunity!
Anyway, between girls at school and around the neighborhood, I had become an experienced and skilled tickler by the time I was in my teens. And also by that time, I’d developed a special fantasy – tying up and tickling a grownup lady. I could hardly believe my good fortune when it actually happened!
It was the summer when I had just turned 15. I had a paper route and once a month, I’d make the rounds to my customers to collect their subscriptions. I always looked forward to collecting from Mrs. Tegge who lived a couple streets over from our house. She was a pretty woman, about 5'6", 125 pounds or so, in her mid to late 30s, I’d guess, with silky, shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, and a shapely, toned figure. She'd always flirt with me while I was at her house, and I loved her playful teasing, which I tried to return it in kind as much as I dared. I had gotten to know her well –- from the paper route, neighborhood cookouts, and especially from being friends with her son Jack, who was a year behind me in school. Jack was an only child and we palled around a lot. Mr. Tegge was a sales executive and I never saw him very much.
On this particular day, I came around to collect her subscription as I did every month. I didn’t have a car, so I rode my bike. I parked it at the steps of the front porch and knocked on the door. There was no answer to my knock, so I went around back to tap on the kitchen window. However, it wasn’t until I had already rapped my knuckles against the pane that I saw Mrs. Tegge inside by the kitchen table, being kissed by a man whom I recognized as one of the neighbors. She was putting up a little bit of a struggle, but not too much!
Mrs. Tegge and the man saw me right away and the expressions on both their faces were of complete shock. I held up my collection envelope to explain why I was there. She instantly pleaded to me through the closed window to wait for her so that she could talk to me.
As I stood by the back door waiting, I began to hear intense whispering just before the door opened and the man emerged quickly, then departed without even making eye contact. With a smirk on my face, I glanced up at Mrs. Tegge, standing in the doorway looking around to see if any of this was being observed by the neighbors. She then quickly waved me inside. When she saw my grin, she slapped my arm and scolded me for looking in her window. But she did it in kind of a teasing manner, because she couldn’t very well be mad at me for her predicament. She even laughed a little as everything began to sink in.
“You got caught, Mrs. Tegge!” I said, teasing her a little.
“Kenny,” she said pleadingly, “you can’t tell ANYONE about this. PLEASE!!! Mr. Jameson, he’s…well…” But what she said next really got my attention. “PLEASE, Kenny, I’ll do anything! Please promise to keep this a secret for me, pleeease!”
As she spoke, she reached out and grasped my arm to make sure that I was getting her message. I was getting it. My heart had started to race, but I wasn’t bold enough to make a serious move on such a mature woman. This was a little intimidating, because I was uncertain whether or not she was just playing a game with me.
“I don’t know…” I continued to tease, hoping that she’d follow suit and be even more forward.
“Come on, Kenny, there must be something I could do for you” she said, smilingly. She had a 1,000 watt smile, really beautiful when she turned it on full force. “Isn’t there anything you’d like to do?” She waited a few seconds, as I appeared to think it over and then said, “I’ll do it, Kenny, whatever it is. You just have to promise, okay?”
My courage was building. “Well…” I said with feigned uncertainty, “there is something...”
“What?” she chimed in enthusiastically.
I dropped my eyes and continued a little nervously, “I’ve always wanted to tie a lady up and t-touch her…all over?” Some how, it turned into a question at the end.
Mrs. Tegge raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. “Well, you are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I could tell that I’d surprised her a bit, but she played right along. “And you want me to be tied up while you…touch me all over?” I just shrugged and smiled a little. She smiled back. “Well, okay, but you have to promise not to tell. Do you promise?”
My heart nearly stopped. “I promise!” I said, ogling her figure. I’d heard that Mrs. Tegge had been a beauty queen in her teens and early 20s, and had won several pageants. I believed it! She really did look lovely in a flowery print halter sundress that showed off her pretty shoulders and arms. Her tanned calves, so firm and smooth, caught my attention as I glanced down to see her feet in slip-on sandals.
“All right, now remember, you promised.” She paused for a moment. “Well, I guess if you’re going to tie me up I better get something to do it with. Wait here.”
She turned and disappeared into another part of the house, returning with a handful of her husband’s neckties and motioned me into the den, an informal, spacious room off the kitchen. She tossed the ties onto the sofa, then plopped down next to them and threw her arms along the top of the sofa back. “Okay, go ahead, but be gentle.”
“I will, Mrs. Tegge! Hurting you is the last thing I’d ever do!” I responded, taking up the neckties and knotting them together into longer lengths. When I had knotted the ties like I wanted them, I used them to bind each of her wrists. The sofa stood away from the walls, and separated the den from the kitchen as a kind of divider. I could walk around it and was able to secure the ends of the neckties to the rear sofa legs. When I was done, her arms were fully extended at right angles along the top of the sofa back and secured tied down.
“What are you going to do to me…now that you have me all tied up?” she said with mock worry in her voice.
“Oh, I’m not done yet!” I sat down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and grasped her slender ankles, tying a plaid necktie snugly around them, then set her feet on the table. I turned about on the table with my back to her.
“Kenny, what are you…”
Before she could finish her sentence, I put her ankles in a hammerlock hold with one arm, leaving my other hand free. I slipped off the sandals from her pretty feet and admired the slender toes and rosy nail polish. She twitched her feet nervously.
“Now, Kenny, don’t play with my feet. I’m very ticklish!” she said quickly.
I gulped. “You are? Then I guess this would really tickle!” I started lightly scribbling my fingertips on the sole of one foot. “Coochie coochie coo!”
“Stop, stop!!!! Heeheeheehee…heeheeheehee…” she twisted and pulled, trying to get her ticklish feet away from my fingers, but there wasn’t anything she could do. I stroked the soft arch as she wriggled on the sofa behind me. I stopped after a few seconds.
“Ohmygosh. Ohmygosh!” she said giggling as she caught her breath, “You didn’t say anything about tickling me! You said you wanted to – to touch me!”
“I do want to touch you, Mrs. Tegge! I want to tickle you!”
“Kenny, please! Don’t tickle me! Really! I’m so ticklish! I don’t think I could take it!”
“Would you rather I tell your husband what I saw today?” I teased her.
She whimpered. “No, but…”
Before she went any farther, I started lightly tickling the underside of her toes.
The whimpering was quickly replaced with girlish giggling. “EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE…STOP…heeheehee…”
She wriggled her toes back and forth, but I followed right along with them, tickling underneath her toes and the balls of her feet. She clenched her toes so I tickled both her arches.
“…ahhhahahaha…oh no, oh hahahahahahahaha…”
Teasing and fondling the soft, sensitive feet of this attractive – and very ticklish – woman while she was tied up and unable to stop me was about the most exciting thing I’d ever done in my life. I could tell that she was really trying to get loose at that point, because she was pulling forcefully at her wrist ties. There was no hope of that, though. I was good at tying up! I tickled on, up and down the soles of her feet and even on the tanned tops as she giggled helplessly, pulling and flinching all the while.
“AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…neeheeheeheehee….Kenneeee!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! P-Please stop t-tickling my feet!”
“All right, then,” I got up from the table and pushed it away from the sofa so she could rest her feet on the floor. I sat next to her on the sofa. “Let’s find out where else you’re ticklish, Mrs. Tegge.”
“Oh no! I’m ticklish all over! Please, Kenny!” she punctuated her pleading with involuntary giggles and gasps as she regained her breath.
For some moments I just gazed at her tied to the sofa and let her breathing return to normal. In the halter sundress, her lovely arms and shoulders were displayed along the sofa back. Like her legs and feet, they were sleek, toned, and lightly tanned, the skin flawless. She could see I was eyeing her underarms. I reached out an index finger to one underarm, just an inch or two from the hollow, curling my finger and chucking several times, like you’d tickle a baby under the chin -- but not actually touching her.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
“KENNY! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!!” She giggled and scrunched her shoulder as if to evade my finger, even though I hadn't even touched her! “Kenny, don’t you even think about tickling under my arms! Do you hear me?! Kenny!”
Oh, but I was thinking about it! Mrs. Tegge’s underarms were wide open, the toned, feminine muscles beautifully sculpted, and the hollows cleanly shaven. I'd developed quite an interest in smooth, ticklish underarms over the years, and Mrs. Tegge's were the smoothest I'd ever seen on a woman. They looked perfect for tickling, and I was going to save them for last! I had the feeling they might be Mrs. Tegge’s “best spot!”
“Kenny, I’m sure this must be fun for you, but I’m much too ticklish for this! You should be tickling girls your own age. I’m old enough to be your mother, you know!”
“That’s okay, Mrs. Tegge. I don’t mind at all!” And I truly didn’t mind. I thought she was the best-looking lady in town, who turned the heads of plenty of men and teenage boys. In fact, her son Jack got kidded a lot at school about having such a pretty mother. He always grinned and shrugged it off, but I think he actually was proud of his mom's beauty.
“So…are you going to tickle me some more? Wh-what are you going to do?” There was a sly little smile on her lips.
“I think you must have other ticklish spots, don’t you, Mrs. Tegge? What about your tummy?” I playfully squeezed and scrabbled on her midriff. She shook her head in denial, but her giggling and squirming told the plain truth. I felt for her navel through the material of her sundress until I found it and teasingly rolled and squiggled the tip of my index finger in it.
“Okay, Mrs. Tegge, let’s try your ribs next!”
Objection overruled! I poked in her side, feeling for her ribs through sundress, just as I had for her navel.
“N-not my ribs!!!” she giggled as I probed. I reached around to the other side and massaged deeply into both sides of her rib cage. Her body tensed and she positively shrieked and bucked with laughter! Mrs. Tegge kept herself fit and trim, and I could feel her ribs through the material. I continued massaging, my fingers rubbing and jostling the ridges.
She wriggled as much as she could, and her sweet, feminine laughter was wonderful to hear. After maybe half a minute of rib tickling I stopped and let her catch her breath.
“Ohmygosh, Kenny! Y-you’ll drive me crazy tickling me like that!”
“Yeah, your ribs are really ticklish, all right! But you have another ticklish spot, don’t you, Mrs. Tegge?” I stood up and walked around to the back of the sofa, placing my hands on her shoulders. I stroked and caressed her outstretched arms and shoulders, enjoying the feel of her silky skin.
“Kenny, please!!! If you tickle under my arms, l…I…I think I might faint! I’m soooo ticklish under my arms! You won’t tickle me there, will you?” She cocked back her head, looking up at me with her big green eyes and a teasing little smile.
I just grinned at her and continued caressing her arms and shoulders. As my hands slid toward her shoulders, I let my fingers curl downward so they slipped into her armpits. I didn’t tickle her, just let my hands rest on her shoulders with my fingertips touching in her armpits. I could tell that Mrs. Tegge’s breathing had become excited, as if she knew exactly what was going to happen and was powerless to stop it – maybe even not quite wanting to stop it!
My fingertips lightly spidered under her arms, barely touching the skin. She gasped and suppressed a giggle. “You say you’re really ticklish under your arms, Mrs. Tegge? I’d like to find out just how ticklish!” I increased the spidering slightly. She scrunched her shoulders and she did her best to hold in her giggles.
“Come on now, Mrs. Tegge! Laugh for me!” I leaned forward a bit so I could reach well into her armpits and I let my fingers go into full “gallop.”
She bounced around on the sofa, but her arms were securely stretched out, and there as no play in the ties that held her. I tickled her like that for about a minute, then let her rest. As she caught her breath, I went around to the front of the sofa and sat next to her.
“Ohmygosh, Kenny, heeheeheehee, ohmygosh!” She giggled, her cheeks rosy from the tickling and excitement. "I haven't laughed this much in ages!"
“Wow, Mrs. Tegge! You’re really fun to tickle!”
Her head hung down a little and and a wisp of her chestnut hair had fallen over her forehead. She looked at me from under her eyelids. That sly little smile was still on her lips.
“I-I've been tickled a lot in my life, but nothing like this! You have quite a knack!"
I gave her a big grin as my answer.
"Y-You really like tickling me, don't you?"
"I love it, Mrs. Tegge! You're so ticklish!
"I've always been that way -- ever since I was a little girl. My-my underarms are my most ticklish spot."
"I can see that! They're beautiful, and they're so smooth!" My fingers reached out and felt the soft skin in the hollow of her right armpit. I didn't mean to tickle her, but she giggled sweetly and wriggled.
"Heeheeheehee!! Kenny, that tickles!"
I just grinned and gazed at her. For a long moment, the only sound was our breathing.
"So you like my underarms, do you?"
A gulp and a nod of the head was all I could manage just then.
"I always keep them nice and smooth. You know, I really believe it makes them more ticklish! Kenny...?"
I shook myself out of the trance.
"Yes, Mrs. Tegge?"
"Are you going to untie me now...or do you think I should be tickled some more?"
"I think should you should be tickled some more!"
"You think so? With me being tied up like this -- I couldn't do a thing to stop you." That sly smile again. Then she tugged on her bonds, flexing her sleek biceps and making her underarms hollow even deeper. She cast her eyes toward me.
"My underarms are just so very ticklish!"
My index fingers began circling in those hollows and immediately her giggles bubbled out. Then I started working several fingers at once and full-blown laughter poured from her lips. My fingertips stroked and tickled and caressed, enjoying the feel of Mrs. Tegge's smooth underarms. Those velvety nooks were pure pleasure to touch. She threw back her head and thrashed her legs as best she could -- her ankles were still tied -- and her wild, gorgeous laughter filled the room. At times her laughter faded into silence until she could gain enough air to let loose another burst of hilarity. Mrs. Tegge's underarms were definitely her “best spot!“
As I fondled her underarms, I remembered the first time I saw her son Jack tickle her. It was last summer and we were talking and joking around in Mrs. Tegge's kitchen as she made fresh lemonade for us. She looked so pretty in green cotton short shorts and a matching bare midriff top. I kept sneaking glimpses of her toned midsection! At one point she stood on tiptoe and reached up to a high shelf in a cupboard to get a pitcher. As she did so, you could see her ribs showing softly along her side. Just then Jack stepped quietly behind her and gave a quick jostle in her rib cage. It was a playful little tickle and produced immediate giggles from Mrs. Tegge as she curled up and hugged her arms to her sides. She smiled good-naturedly, slapped Jack on the arm, and told him to go sit down and behave himself! Jack had tickled her so expertly that he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I suspected it was not the first time he'd tickled her. On later occasions I saw him tickle his mom at a picnic and again when she was sunbathing (in a bikini) in the backyard, but Mrs. Tegge never seemed annoyed by it. Although I don't think Jack had quite the same degree of fascination with tickling that I did, I wondered what my friend would think if he were here now, seeing his pretty mother tied up and me tickling her into hysterical laughter! My guess is he would have joined in the fun!
I tickled Mrs. Tegge for another ten minutes or so, giving her brief rests. By then, I could tell she was exhausted. I finally stopped, untied her ankles and wrists, and piled up the neckties on the coffee table. Mrs. Tegge just sat there in silence, her eyes half-closed, a slight smile on her lips as her breathing gradually returned to normal.
"Why don't you rest for a while, Mrs. Tegge?" I cupped my hands on her shoulders and eased her down on the sofa. She lay back on the cushions, settled in, and closed her eyes. One arm lay across her tummy and the other, the one closer to the edge of the sofa, was thrown back above her head.
"I"ll come back another time for your newspaper subscription. You just rest now,okay?" For a moment, I gazed at her exposed underarm. "Maybe we can have some fun like this again sometime. What do you think, Mrs. Tegge?" Before scooting out the door, I punctuated my question by spidering my fingers one last time in her smooth armpit. Her arm twitched reflexively and a little giggle slipped through her lips. She opened her eyes, smiled that sly little smile at me, and winked.
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I was staying with a friend for a few days, and his mother was a knockout! 38 years old, and FIT! She was a fitness instructor, so she certainly knew how to stay in shape. I went upstairs to use the washroom, and I saw her lying on her back with her legs up and in some gravity boots. For those who don't know, they're things you put around your ankles, and they have hooks on them. You then hook them onto a bar, and you can do sit-ups or whatever with them. So anyways, there she was. She looked at me as I turned the corner and smiled. She was wearing a small t-shirt, and leotards. The kind that have that band that goes around the bottoms of your feet. She also had on tan nylons underneath them. I noticed all this and smiled back and kept walking past her and into the bathroom. I came back out and she said; "Honey could you do me a favor?" "Sure," I replied. "Could you take the bands from around my feet, I can't reach it from down here and it's making my leotard pull back every time I do a sit-up." Needless to say I was in heaven with this request! "Oh yeah, no problem," I said. I walked over to her feet, the nyloned soles sticking right up at me. I had EVERY intention of ticking this woman! I put my fingers onto her left foot and started to try and separate the band from the bottom of her foot with my fingers. I saw her cover her eyes with her hand and smile. She was trying not to react, but she involuntarily was twitching her foot around a bit. "Do I have ticklish fingers?" I asked. Then she gave in and starting the sweetest, quietest little giggling! "I think I've just got very ticklish feet!" She replied, dubbed by laughter. "Well, I can't get underneath it, not my fault!" I said, when really I actually couldn't. "No...(laughter) do it from- (laughter) from the side, from the side!" She was saying to me. "Oh," I said, "like this?" "I put my fingers under the band from her ankle, and slid them around until I was now under the band from the bottom of her foot. I pulled it down around her heel. Then I said; "But now it just gives me MORE room for tickles!" And I started to purposefully tickle the bottom, right where the band had been. She let out a small scream and started uncontrollable high-pitched laughter! She was trying to sit-up and reach her foot to stop me but she could only get to about her shin or so, and then she'd fall back again laughing. "Quit it! Stop! Stop it!" she was saying in between bouts of laughter. So I did, knowing I had the other foot to do still! I went over to the other foot and took the band off the same way as before and then tried tickling THAT sole with a few fingers. She went into more giggling fits! Then I stopped and I said; "These nylons don't help you much do they?" "They make it worse!" she replied. "Really?" I said, and with that went all out on both of her feet with all of my fingers. She let out a very fast ticklish laugh that got higher and higher pitched until she was silent, but throwing her head back and from side to side. I was having a blast! I stopped just so she could get a breath, make half a second or so, then continued on watching her laugh. She started to cackle. The kind of laugh you never do in public because it's embarrassing, but she couldn't help it from coming out! "Tickle tickle!" I said. She was grabbing my leg and again trying to reach up to stop my tickle attack, but to no avail. I stopped after about 2 minutes or so, she was all sweaty after! "There you go," I said. "Any more favors, you let me know! He he!" "Oh my gosh!" she said. "Oh boy, you've got some ticklish fingers. Oh that was terrible." She was panting and wiping her face a little, with sort of a delirious grin. Anyways, I went back downstairs, and that was that!
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I was staying with a friend for a few days, and his mother was a knowckout! 38 years old, and FIT! She was a fitness instructor, so she certainly knew how to stay in shape. I went upstairs to use the washroom, and I saw her lying on her back with her legs up and in some gravity boots. For those who don't know, they're things you put around your ankles, and they have hooks on them . You then hook them onto a bar, and you can do sit-ups or whatever with them.
So anyways, there she was. She looked at me as I turned the corner and smiled. She was wearing a small t-shirt, and leotards. The kind that have that band that goes around the bottoms of your feet. She also had on tan nylons underneath them. I noticed all this and smiled back and kept walking past her and into the bathroom. I came back out and she said; "Honey could you do me a favour?"
"Sure," I replied. "Could you take the bands from around my feet, I can't reach it from down here and it's making my leotard pull back every time I do a sit-up." Needless to say I was in heaven with this request! "Oh yeah, no problem," I said. I walked over to her feet, the nyloned soles sticking right up at me. I had EVERY intention of ticking this woman! I put my fingers onto her left foot and started to try and separate the band from the bottom of her foot with my fingers. I saw her cover her eyes with her hand and smile. She was trying not to react, but she involuntarily was twitching her foot around a bit."Do I have ticklish fingers?" I asked. Then she gave in and starting the sweetest, quietest little giggling! "I think I've just got very ticklish feet!" She replied, dubbed by laughter. "Well, I can't get underneath it, not my fault!" I said, when really I actually couldn't. "No...(laughter) do it from- (laughter) from the side, from the side!" She was saying to me. "Oh," I said, "like this?" "I put my fingers under the band from her ankle, and slid them around until I was now under the band from the bottom of her foot. I pulled it down around her heel. Then I said; "But now it just gives me MORE room for tickles!" And I started to purposefully tickle the bottom, right where the band had been. She let out a small scream and started uncontrollablt high-pitched laughter! She was trying to sit-up and reach her foot to stop me but she could only get to about her shin or so, and then she'd fall back again laughing. "Quit it! Stop! Stop it!" she was saying in between bouts of laughter. So I did, knowing I had the other foot to do still! I went over to the other foot and took the band off the same way as before and then tried tickling THAT sole with a few fingers. She went into more giggling fits! Then I stopped and I said; "These nylons don't help you much do they?" "They make it worse!" she replied."Really?" I said, and with that went all out on both of her feet with all of my fingers. She let out a very fast ticklish laugh that got higher and higher pitched until she was silent, but throwing her head back and from side to side. I was having a blast! I stopped just so she could get a breath, make half a second or so, then continued on watching her laugh. She started to cackle. The kind of laugh you never do in public because it's embaressing, but she couldn't help it from coming out!
"Tickle tickle!" I said. She was grabbing my leg and again trying to reach up to stop my tickle attack, but to no avail. I stopped after about 2 minutes or so, she was all sweaty after! "There you go," I said. "Any more favours, you let me know! He he!" "Oh my gosh!" she said. "Oh boy, you've got some ticklish fingers. Oh that was terrible." She was panting and wiping her face a little, with sort of a delerious grin. Anyways, I went back downstairs, and that was that!
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