Fun With Ticklish Aunt

[Tucson Tickler]

I have an aunt that's only ten years older than I, and when I was in my late teens, I'd sometimes romp around with her in acts of silly horse play. She was very ticklish then, and I would often sit on her, pin down her arms, and reach back with my hands to tickle her belly and ribcage. I'd also take hold of her ankles, and then tickle her feet, which was even more fun when she'd wear pantyhose.

I still think of those encounters a lot, but haven't repeated any of them. I am now 42, and my aunt is 52, and still goodlooking. Unfortunately, the days of silly play are over.

What I am curious about is whether there is anybody who'd be willing to share any tickling experiences he or she might have had involving a relative.

 

[Neutron]

To Me..

Tickling is a turn on, so I couldn't imagine tickling a relative.
TickleMantis is writing a hopefully HOT tickling story about an Aunt (fiction though)



Tron

 

[milagros317]

Welcome to TMF, Tucson Tickler!

In the Post Stories forum, you will find many stories involving the tickling of relatives. Some, as Neutron indicated, are also erotic, but some deal with tickling only.

Enjoy your stay here, both reading and posting. 😀

 

[hiram]

Fun with a Ticklish Aunt

This is an interesting topic to me. It gets to the old nature v. nurture debates about which I know very little, but have speculative opinions due to personal experience, limited though that might be.

I grew up in a family where there was a good deal of tickling. I had some older brothers that would gang up on anyone in he family that was ticklish, and as they grew into their teen years, they had no safe words in their vocabulary. Up to about the age of eight or nine, I hated getting tickled, much to the delight, I think, of these older brothers. Somewhere the reaction crossed over to one of pure enjoyment, I suspect around the time that Mother Nature applied a squirt or two of androgen.

One of my aunts in this tickling family was, I now know, a tickle babe of the first order. I suspect she had a true tickle fetish, although there was zip that was sexual about the tickling that took place in this group. It was all just for fun.

However, she was always getting tickle wars going, and would form alliances to get her nephews and nieces held down by others. Then she would appear on the scene as the Grand Tickler, and it sez right here SHE had no safe words in HER vocabulary. She was an unmerciful tease. If she was tickling one of her nephews, during little breaks to let them take in a tiny bit of air and beg for mercy, she would say things like, "Are we ticklish? I thought only girls were ticklish!" Then she would attack the ribs or feet again.

When she had you so desperate for air you were sure you were about to die, she would say things to the ones holding you down that when you have someone reacting like this, you never, never stop tickling until the person you are tickling actually takes a breath. She said as long as someone is laughing or trying to laugh they are having too much fun no matter what they say between times.

She could take it better than she could give it. She would say things like she grew up with brothers that tickled and she has yet to have anyone make her give up. She would sneak up behind her nephews poking them on the ribs one after the other until finally, one of them, often my oldest brother, would say, "Lets get her!" Then she would behave all frightened and try to run away. When I grew older I realized the obvious. She wanted to get held down and tickled and every bit as mercilessly as she tickled.

There were numerous tickle events when she was in the neighborhood. She was an exremely fun woman to have about. I don't know if she caused my own tickle bug. Somehow I doubt it. Yet I can't help to think she intensified it.

 

[iticklegirlsft]

Not an Aunt but ticklish cousins with beautiful feet

I remember when I was a kid between 10 and 12 when I was over my grandmothers house and my cousin, who was considerably older, probably about 22 or 23 was walking around barefoot. I had this habit of always parking my carcass underneath the dining room table that would place squarely in front of the TV. She would then come and take a seat the table and her barefeet would sit under the table directly to my left. So here I am this kid with this weakness for tickling pretty female feet--although I wouldn't say it was a sexual desire at this time just an irresistable urge. So I would relish watching her do that thing that women do when they're barefooted--that rubbing the arches together and wiggling the toes at the same time. While watching her continuously and slowly move her feet like this back and forth I would hear the sound of the soft flesh rubbing against each other. My mind would began to race as to how soft her feet must be to make a sound like that. Then watching her reddish caramel tanned feet with the sharply contrasting soft pink skin underneath--it looked as if her feet were always blushing--and the wrinkles that that only went from the sides of her feet half way down to the bottom. So her arches were wrinkled but on the side, the bottom was perfectly pink and smooth. So of course whenever she least expected it I would take one hand and secure her heel or ankle to immobilize her foot and tickle her until she would give up. She never sounded that serious about me stopping so of course being fully protected by the shelter of the table I'd keep going. Funny thing occurs to me, no matter how many times I would tickle her she would never put her house shoes on--she would only laugh and say "Don't tickle my foot". Any theories? I'd like to hear them. These were the most unbelievably softest feet I've ever felt, and this includes the women I've dated!!! Nice huh? Eventually this fun ended as we both grew older, but she even mentioned a guy she was dating once that loved to tickled her feet !!! Guess I wasn't the only one after all.



Then there was another cousin considerably older maybe 7 years or so, who was sitting at home with her feet proped up in a chair so that her soles were basically staring right at me. To make a long story short she was sitting there all depressed and her feet waving at me toes curling and uncurling --by this time I was about 14 dating a girl with beautiful feet who was tortured constantly but that's another story. She's sitting there with this sad look on her face and barefoot--she is my cousing but call it what you want the woman is a knock out--and these beautiful feet are teasing me. I swear if I didn't know better I would think she was doing it on purpose--I have an Aunt who believes this cousin has problaby secretly had some sort of crush on me. The sad thing is I'm adopted so technically theres no blood relation to prevent...anyway! Next!!! So she's sitting there feet propped up and staring at me. So make my way over there and says "Let's see a smile" and ran my finger ever so slowly up the bottom of her foot. Taking in every curve the heel, the arch the ball and across the toes. Her eyes got wide as she smiled and held her foot streched out--as if to say 'more, more'. She didn't laugh yet so I said, "well, that's better but let's try for a laugh now" and with that I ran my finger back down her foot again. Same reaction, and she still hadn't moved her feet !!!


So I stopped because at this point I'm getting nervous, thinking something is definitely wrong because my cousing shouldn't enjoy me tickling her feet better than my girlfriend. She just sat there still rubbing her feet against each other and looking at me and her feet smiling.

😕 😀