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I unloaded the lawnmower from the back of my pick-up and rolled it off the widow Blanche's driveway. The hot midday sun beat the sweat out of me already. I jerked the cord but the motor failed to start--a common result for the first try. I was about to try again when I heard a faint yell from inside Blanche's house. I could barely hear over the humming of her air conditioning unit. I paused and heard it again. It sounded like she yelled "Help!" I went to the front door and put my ear to it. Again, I heard a high womanly voice yelling "help!"
I rang the doorbell.
"I'm in here. Help! I can't come to the door."
I sensed hysteria in her voice. I tried the doorknob and discovered it was unlocked. I pressed inside, the cool air chilling the sweat I'd accumulated from my many grass-cutting appointments. My landscaping business almost covered the expenses of my freshmen year of college.
"Help me! Help me!" she yelled frantically.
The voice came from down the hall. My heart pounded in anticipation of some kind of medical emergency. I hurried down the hall and opened her bedroom door to see Blanche tied down to the bed spread-eagled style. She had a stunning body for a 50 year old woman, though her big boobs sagged a little and flab was invading some parts of her body.
"Don't just stand there. Untie me. Hurry."
I did as she said, not knowing if the robber or rapist was still in the house. I fumbled nervously with the knots, and she stared at me wide-eyed in fright as if I was the one who'd put her in this position. Finally, I loosed the knots so she could get her arms free, and she sat up and freed her feet herself. I began to back up but much to my surprise, she embraced me, her nude bosoms pressing againt my chest.
"Oh thank you. Thank you. You saved me."
I became aroused, and exhaled, my breath blowing some strands of her gray-streaked brunette hair.
"Who did this to you? Are they still in the house?" I asked.
Blanche continued to hold on to me for dear life, as if frightened.
"My daughter tied me down. She's so strong I bet she could outwrestle you and tie you down...and she's standing right behind you. "
I turned my head but Blanche wouldn't let me go. Pam stood naked, a slight smile on her face. She was built differently from her mother. She had a pretty face but her figure was like a square block, her breasts were taut but small. I remembered that she had a big sexy ass. She was about 5 years older than me. I knew her from when she threw the discus on the high school track team that my mom coached. She was known around town as the blonde amazon.
"Let's get him, Pam," her mother said.
Her mother suddenly pulled me down on the bed on top of her. Pam grabbed me around the waist and before I knew what was happening I was wrestling 2 naked women. Blanche was easy to overpower--I could hold the old lady down with 1 arm, but Pam was at least as strong as me. Together, they ripped my clothes off and immobilized me by wrapping their legs around my thighs. They each were able to use both of their hands against just 1 of my arms. Pam used 2 hands to pin my left arm, but Blanche wasn't strong enough to hold my right arm down, even when using 2 hands.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked between heavy breaths. The wrestling was hard exercise.
Much to my alarm, Pam started using the rope on the bed to tie my left wrist down. I freed my right arm from Blanche's hold to try and stop it, but Blanche used both of her arms to yank my right arm back. I felt embarrassed because 2 women were overpowering me.
"Don't be afraid. We're not going to hurt you," Blanche said, as her daughter finished tying my left wrist down. Pam moved quickly to help her mother tie my other wrist down. My face flushed red.
"Your mother wanted me to assure you that we wouldn't hurt you, so you wouldn't be scared. Your mother approves of our plan. When she told me about your problems, I suggested this and she agreed it might work."
"My mom?" I asked, totally puzzled. Despite the bizarre humiliating situation or perhaps because of it, I still maintained an erection.
"Yes, your mother is concerned about your smoking marijuana and drunk driving. She's afraid your going to get yourself killed in a car wreck or get arrested. We promised your mother we'd make you stop both of those bad habits."
I squirmed my wrists, trying to slip the knots to no avail--the ropes held fast.
"How long are you going to hold me prisoner?" I asked and gulped with uncertainty. I couldn't believe my mom was behind this.
"Oh, this probably won't take long. Coochie, coochie, coo," she said as she tickled my ribs briefly.
I laughed out loud in surprise.
"We're going to tickle you until you tell us where your pot is and promise to stop drinking and driving."
I felt a rising panic. I loved smoking pot and had just purchased a whole ounce. I didn't want them to take my cool away. I decided to resist. Tickling didn't seem too harsh a torture or punishment, and I believed I could endure it indefinitely.
Blanche began walking her fingers up my chest.
"I made you laugh when you weren't expecting to be tickled. That proves you are ticklish. Now that you know I'm going to tickle you, you probably think you can take it.
I was determined not to laugh, to frustrate her efforts to make me submit. Their scheme was outrageous and unfair and weird.
Blanche's fingers reached my neck.
"You're going to break a lot sooner than you think."
She tickled my neck with all the fingers from each hand and any thought of holding in my laughter went out the window. Then she moved to my underarms and I couldn't stop laughing. And Pam wasn't even helping her. The amazon just stood beside the bed and giggled at my predicament. It really bothered me that an old lady was tickling me and making me feel helpless while a young woman close to my own age watched my humiliation. Instead of a hero, I was a wimp. Nevertheless, I actually felt a kind of joy, even a kind of love. These women cared about me and were loving me by shaming me into changing a harmful behavior. Although the tickling made me smile as a reflex, I truly felt happy.
Blanche started stroking my cock.
"If you tell me where your pot is, I'll let you cum."
It felt so good. But she stopped and squeezed, preventing an orgasm.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," she said, and she tickled the area between my balls and hip.
"Not there," I accidentally blurted out.
"Oh, did I find a weak spot? Coochie, coochie, coo."
I groan laughed. That spot was extremely ticklish.
She alternatedly stroked my cock, then tickled my groin, until I let out a silly wimper.
""He's going to break, Pam."
"No, I'm not," I said furiously and gritted my teeth.
"Where is it?"
She tickled my sides and I didn't mean to tell her but somehow it slipped out.
"Under the car seat."
Pam threw on a long t-shirt that barely covered her sexy rear, and she went outside.
"I told you this wouldn't take long," Blanche said. She moved to a chair next to the bed and put on her reading glasses. She picked up a magazine from the nightstand and read it, while I lay helplessly with a frustrated erection.
Pam came back in the room with a baggie of my pot. She unrolled the bag and looked it over. Then she took it to the bathroom and I heard her flush it down the toilet, making me feel miserable.
Blanche looked up from her magazine and saw the depressed expression on my face.
"We'll cheer you up. Pam lets give him a tickling that will make him feel higher than smoking pot will."
Blanche put the magazine down and sat on the bed to my right. I struggled desperately to get away but the ropes kept me secure like I was stuck in a giant spider's web.
"A good thorough tickling will release endorphins which will give you a natural high."
"No wait," I urgently blurted out.
"No waiting, it's tickle time again," Blanche stubbornly responded.
Blanche tickled my underarms and sides while Pam got on the end of the bed and grabbed my left foot and put it in a tight wrestler's grip. She tickled my foot sole. Both mother and daughter were merciless, and they made me break down into uncontrollable hoots of laughter, not unlike an insane owl. Even though I felt foolish, I was having fun. Blanche leaned over me while she was tickling, so her big breasts dangled to my right, while Pam knelt facing away from me. When I looked to my right I saw boobs; when I looked to my left I saw sexy derriere, and all the while I just could not stop laughing. I felt completely defeated by tits and ass.
Blanche started milking my penis and it was then that I recalled a vague childhood memory I had suppressed til that instant. One time when I was a small boy I had misbehaved. I expected to be spanked, but instead my mother held me in her lap and tickled me. That was the last time I'd felt so powerless.
My jiz spurted on my chest and belly as I continued shaking with laughter.
"Ok Pam. He's done. You can stop."
Pam let my foot drop.
"For us to let you go, you must agree never to smoke pot or drive drunk again," Blanche said.
She pointed to a webcam on the dresser that had filmed the whole event. I hadn't noticed it before.
"If we find out you've broken your agreement, we will put this video on the internet."
I was mortified. I didn't want the whole world to see me overpowered by 2 women. The thought of everyone seeing an old lady tickle me til I lost control embarrassed me to death.
"Don't put it on the web. Please," I begged.
"Do you agree to the terms?"
"Yes."
They let me go. I got dressed, went outside, and pulled the cord on the lawnmower. It started.
I rang the doorbell.
"I'm in here. Help! I can't come to the door."
I sensed hysteria in her voice. I tried the doorknob and discovered it was unlocked. I pressed inside, the cool air chilling the sweat I'd accumulated from my many grass-cutting appointments. My landscaping business almost covered the expenses of my freshmen year of college.
"Help me! Help me!" she yelled frantically.
The voice came from down the hall. My heart pounded in anticipation of some kind of medical emergency. I hurried down the hall and opened her bedroom door to see Blanche tied down to the bed spread-eagled style. She had a stunning body for a 50 year old woman, though her big boobs sagged a little and flab was invading some parts of her body.
"Don't just stand there. Untie me. Hurry."
I did as she said, not knowing if the robber or rapist was still in the house. I fumbled nervously with the knots, and she stared at me wide-eyed in fright as if I was the one who'd put her in this position. Finally, I loosed the knots so she could get her arms free, and she sat up and freed her feet herself. I began to back up but much to my surprise, she embraced me, her nude bosoms pressing againt my chest.
"Oh thank you. Thank you. You saved me."
I became aroused, and exhaled, my breath blowing some strands of her gray-streaked brunette hair.
"Who did this to you? Are they still in the house?" I asked.
Blanche continued to hold on to me for dear life, as if frightened.
"My daughter tied me down. She's so strong I bet she could outwrestle you and tie you down...and she's standing right behind you. "
I turned my head but Blanche wouldn't let me go. Pam stood naked, a slight smile on her face. She was built differently from her mother. She had a pretty face but her figure was like a square block, her breasts were taut but small. I remembered that she had a big sexy ass. She was about 5 years older than me. I knew her from when she threw the discus on the high school track team that my mom coached. She was known around town as the blonde amazon.
"Let's get him, Pam," her mother said.
Her mother suddenly pulled me down on the bed on top of her. Pam grabbed me around the waist and before I knew what was happening I was wrestling 2 naked women. Blanche was easy to overpower--I could hold the old lady down with 1 arm, but Pam was at least as strong as me. Together, they ripped my clothes off and immobilized me by wrapping their legs around my thighs. They each were able to use both of their hands against just 1 of my arms. Pam used 2 hands to pin my left arm, but Blanche wasn't strong enough to hold my right arm down, even when using 2 hands.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked between heavy breaths. The wrestling was hard exercise.
Much to my alarm, Pam started using the rope on the bed to tie my left wrist down. I freed my right arm from Blanche's hold to try and stop it, but Blanche used both of her arms to yank my right arm back. I felt embarrassed because 2 women were overpowering me.
"Don't be afraid. We're not going to hurt you," Blanche said, as her daughter finished tying my left wrist down. Pam moved quickly to help her mother tie my other wrist down. My face flushed red.
"Your mother wanted me to assure you that we wouldn't hurt you, so you wouldn't be scared. Your mother approves of our plan. When she told me about your problems, I suggested this and she agreed it might work."
"My mom?" I asked, totally puzzled. Despite the bizarre humiliating situation or perhaps because of it, I still maintained an erection.
"Yes, your mother is concerned about your smoking marijuana and drunk driving. She's afraid your going to get yourself killed in a car wreck or get arrested. We promised your mother we'd make you stop both of those bad habits."
I squirmed my wrists, trying to slip the knots to no avail--the ropes held fast.
"How long are you going to hold me prisoner?" I asked and gulped with uncertainty. I couldn't believe my mom was behind this.
"Oh, this probably won't take long. Coochie, coochie, coo," she said as she tickled my ribs briefly.
I laughed out loud in surprise.
"We're going to tickle you until you tell us where your pot is and promise to stop drinking and driving."
I felt a rising panic. I loved smoking pot and had just purchased a whole ounce. I didn't want them to take my cool away. I decided to resist. Tickling didn't seem too harsh a torture or punishment, and I believed I could endure it indefinitely.
Blanche began walking her fingers up my chest.
"I made you laugh when you weren't expecting to be tickled. That proves you are ticklish. Now that you know I'm going to tickle you, you probably think you can take it.
I was determined not to laugh, to frustrate her efforts to make me submit. Their scheme was outrageous and unfair and weird.
Blanche's fingers reached my neck.
"You're going to break a lot sooner than you think."
She tickled my neck with all the fingers from each hand and any thought of holding in my laughter went out the window. Then she moved to my underarms and I couldn't stop laughing. And Pam wasn't even helping her. The amazon just stood beside the bed and giggled at my predicament. It really bothered me that an old lady was tickling me and making me feel helpless while a young woman close to my own age watched my humiliation. Instead of a hero, I was a wimp. Nevertheless, I actually felt a kind of joy, even a kind of love. These women cared about me and were loving me by shaming me into changing a harmful behavior. Although the tickling made me smile as a reflex, I truly felt happy.
Blanche started stroking my cock.
"If you tell me where your pot is, I'll let you cum."
It felt so good. But she stopped and squeezed, preventing an orgasm.
"Coochie, coochie, coo," she said, and she tickled the area between my balls and hip.
"Not there," I accidentally blurted out.
"Oh, did I find a weak spot? Coochie, coochie, coo."
I groan laughed. That spot was extremely ticklish.
She alternatedly stroked my cock, then tickled my groin, until I let out a silly wimper.
""He's going to break, Pam."
"No, I'm not," I said furiously and gritted my teeth.
"Where is it?"
She tickled my sides and I didn't mean to tell her but somehow it slipped out.
"Under the car seat."
Pam threw on a long t-shirt that barely covered her sexy rear, and she went outside.
"I told you this wouldn't take long," Blanche said. She moved to a chair next to the bed and put on her reading glasses. She picked up a magazine from the nightstand and read it, while I lay helplessly with a frustrated erection.
Pam came back in the room with a baggie of my pot. She unrolled the bag and looked it over. Then she took it to the bathroom and I heard her flush it down the toilet, making me feel miserable.
Blanche looked up from her magazine and saw the depressed expression on my face.
"We'll cheer you up. Pam lets give him a tickling that will make him feel higher than smoking pot will."
Blanche put the magazine down and sat on the bed to my right. I struggled desperately to get away but the ropes kept me secure like I was stuck in a giant spider's web.
"A good thorough tickling will release endorphins which will give you a natural high."
"No wait," I urgently blurted out.
"No waiting, it's tickle time again," Blanche stubbornly responded.
Blanche tickled my underarms and sides while Pam got on the end of the bed and grabbed my left foot and put it in a tight wrestler's grip. She tickled my foot sole. Both mother and daughter were merciless, and they made me break down into uncontrollable hoots of laughter, not unlike an insane owl. Even though I felt foolish, I was having fun. Blanche leaned over me while she was tickling, so her big breasts dangled to my right, while Pam knelt facing away from me. When I looked to my right I saw boobs; when I looked to my left I saw sexy derriere, and all the while I just could not stop laughing. I felt completely defeated by tits and ass.
Blanche started milking my penis and it was then that I recalled a vague childhood memory I had suppressed til that instant. One time when I was a small boy I had misbehaved. I expected to be spanked, but instead my mother held me in her lap and tickled me. That was the last time I'd felt so powerless.
My jiz spurted on my chest and belly as I continued shaking with laughter.
"Ok Pam. He's done. You can stop."
Pam let my foot drop.
"For us to let you go, you must agree never to smoke pot or drive drunk again," Blanche said.
She pointed to a webcam on the dresser that had filmed the whole event. I hadn't noticed it before.
"If we find out you've broken your agreement, we will put this video on the internet."
I was mortified. I didn't want the whole world to see me overpowered by 2 women. The thought of everyone seeing an old lady tickle me til I lost control embarrassed me to death.
"Don't put it on the web. Please," I begged.
"Do you agree to the terms?"
"Yes."
They let me go. I got dressed, went outside, and pulled the cord on the lawnmower. It started.
