This fascinated me ever since I was a youngster and watched my older cousins and brothers tickle my mother and my aunts. I don't want to bore anyone with excessive repetition because I have alluded to some of these stories starting some while ago on my AMT days. Please feel free ti ignore this.
I used to tickle my mother-in-law when I was in my mid twenties and she was in her mid fifties. That was so long ago I don't think I even knew there was a tickle fetish and that I had it...real bad.
I don't know if my mother-in-law had or has a tickle fetish. The first two years my wife and I were married I tortured that poor woman far worse, if nowhere near as often, as I did my wife. I did it probably less than ten times the first two years my wife and I were married. I learned early I had to give my wife - then girl friend - short breathers. If I didn't I only succeeded in getting her angry. Experimentation! That's the key!
The rare times I ever gave her mother little rests it was only so I could let her beg for mercy. For some reason she never got mad at me although I don't know why.
She knew full well I was a serious tickler because I used to pin her daughter down on the floor and do my worst by her. Until my wife started making babies she was a slender curvy creature. She had two bikinis, a yellow one and a pink one with white polka dots. It says right here the manufacturer was a guy who sold my girl friend two gifts for her boy friend. These bikinis left most of the cloth in the world for other uses.
My future wife used to wear these bikinis around the house in the summer. I'm not positive, but I think she might have been trying to send me a message or bait a trap or something. Her mother would encourage her to at least put on some shorts. My future wife rarely took the hint, happy to say.
Once I pinned my bikini clad future wife to the floor and only tickled the exposed areas. She begged, begged, that is, her mom, "Mom! Make him stop!" Her mother, sitting on the sofa, said two things I'll never forget. "Oh, no! I'm not crazy enough to get in the middle of that," and, "When you show your boy friend your ribs in that way, well, you're on you're own," or words to that effect. I do remember my future mother-in-law was smiling like a clam when she said it. I took that as encouragement.
My wife told me she never once saw anyone tickle her mother, including her Dad, who had passed away several years before, even a simple poke on the ribs until I came along. So I was the first in a long, long time, at least. Yikes did I torture her!
The first time I ever did so I pinned her arms above her head under my legs and tickled her until her blouse pulled up from her slacks. We can't tickle our mother-in-law the same way we tickle the wife. You can do pretty much anything you want to your wife. You can pull her shirt up or unbutton and pull away her blouse. You can pull her bra up so her curves are fully exposed. You can unbutton and unzip her shorts or jeans and pull them down to her ankles if you like. You can take her by her hips and flip her face up or face down. You can completely remove her clothes if that is your pleasure.
You can't do much of any of this to her mother. You can pin her down. That's fair and legitimate. You can tickle her until she screams, "I can't stand it!" You don't have to stop just because she screams that or for any other kind of screaming.
The first time I ever tickled my mother-in-law I made her say, "I'll be a good girl! I promise!" This promise from a fifty-five year old woman to her twenty-five year old brat of a son-in-law is pure tickle fun. Then when she doesn't get angry but does giggle when you finally let her up...well...do fifty five year old mothers-in-law know they are finished when they respond in this way.
Once my wife told my own sister-in-law, "He threw mother over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carried her into the living room, threw her onto the couch, held her down and tickled her to death!"
Another time when I was tickling that poor woman to distraction she managed to regain enough control to scream, "You're supposed to tickle your wife!" at which my own wife said, "Mother!"
Mature tickling is a glory and should be practiced often, especially by immature lads who aren't old enough to fully appreciate all of the implications. I do suggest having a wife available to let you mitigate the ache later that night. Just never forget: A ticklish waist is a terrible thing to waste!
When I finally let her up she sat on the floor there next to the sofa. Her clothes her a mess, and so was her hair which she kind of straightened with her hand, looked at me, shook her head as if to say, "I can't believe you did that." Then she just giggled.
Hiram
