MORE stories of Moms and Aunts...a new thread for 2022.

[magic fingers]

I was thinking about this “mom and aunt” thread, and although I tickled my aunt, I never had the urge to (and was repelled by) tickling any members of my immediate family. Mother, sister, etc.

But, this thread reminded me…

A family friend had a cute daughter who was a crazed feet tickling maniac! She tickled my mom, my sister, hell, she even tickled me. If you were barefoot around her she would pounce. Also, she would challenge you to make her laugh by tickling her feet. She’d look you straight in the eyes so you’d see you weren’t making a dent. We all tried to break her… my sister, my female cousin, etc. No luck.

I remember we were all chilling and watching TV and she looked at me and said, “your feet are ticklish”. I asked her why she’d thought that. She said, “Everyone here has their shoes off but you.” And she was right.

She was such a feet tickler that I can’t imagine that she didn’t carry some of that through her adult life. I lost touch with her many years ago.

I had a cute very young female cousin who was exactly the same way. Her feet weren't ticklish at all and was quite proud of her invulnerability. She was always barefoot and would dare people to try to tickle her feet. I didn't indulge too much because she was a little kid, not to mention my cousin, and tickling was always sexual to me. But she did manage to tickle me a few times, and she was a surprisingly good ler for a child.

 

[SmashTV]

I deleted my last story as I realised it was a repost. What followed that particular experience was a conversation with my aunt where I spoke openly about my nylon feet/tickling kinks. I thought of it as I deleted the post, and remembered just how comfortable I felt telling her about it. However, I then had the realisation that maybe she already knew. I accidentally revealed my nylon foot kink to her when I was 14, but I assumed she’d have forgotten. However, when I was 21, about 18 months before this conversation, she instigated an under the table game of footsie with me. Even though I confided everything to her, she was a couple of steps ahead of me a year and a bit before! Maybe she’d known all along...

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[mistertickle123]

I have loved tickling and women's feet, especially nylon clad, from a very young age however what I really learned from Theresa, the older woman and neighbor who introduced me to my fetishes, and from other adults that I tickled as a youth was that quite a few of them responded very favorably to having their feet played with. Tickling and massaging the feet of these women allowed me to experiment with my techniques and refine my skills but also added a tremendous excitement to the activity itself knowing that what I was doing was pleasing to them. As I got older and began to understand my fetishes on a deeper level as most of you know, things really began to get interesting.

Early on I discovered that magical response I got when touching and tickling our downstairs neighbor Theresa as well as one of my aunt's who always seemed to be looking to get tickled.

My aunt Terry, who was ticklish everywhere, had incredibly pretty, very sensitive, tiny size 4 feet. Being self conscious of her height, especially next to my uncle who was over six feet, she almost always wore high heels. She and my uncle didn't visit too often, usually for holiday and family occasions such as birthdays or graduations but she was always dressed nicely and always wore stockings when she came to our home. I was drawn to her nylon clad feet like steel to a magnet and she knew it.

Her usual ploy to get tickled was that she would announce during our meal that her legs and feet were killing her and that she needed to go inside to put them up and rest. Usually this happened between our main course and dessert. She would give me a discrete sideways glance and a wink when stating this to the family around the dinner table. She would then walk into our den, turn on the television, kick off her heels and lie down on the sofa. Before she could even get comfortable I excused myself from the dining room and would be at her feet, knowing full well that she wanted a foot massage from her favorite nephew. She would squirm around and quietly giggle even when I just massaged her feet and toes but once I began to tickle them she went absolutely crazy. Being as petite as she was, even as a boy I had no problem pinning those ticklish nylon clad feet of hers to the sofa and tickling her to my (and I'm pretty sure her) heart's delight. Aunt Terry's upper body was just as sensitive and tickling her belly and sides really made her squirm and squeal but for me it wax always about tickling her sensitive stocking feet. I loved seeing how far I could take the tickles before she couldn't handle any more or before one of my siblings or relatives came into the den to see what was going on.

I remember one Christmas afternoon when the family was sitting in the lounge and chatting, she and my uncle had a disagreement about something the adults had been discussing. To my surprise and delight he started playfully tickling her to get her to change her opinion. She slid from her chair onto the rug, curled up and yelled at him to stop in between gales of laughter. He then stretched her out and called over to me and my siblings to help him tickle 'poor ticklish aunt Terry'. My two brothers leapt up from their seats, pounced on her and tickled her sides and tummy. My uncle had her securely restrained on the floor rendering her completely helpless. I excitedly went straight to her stocking feet which were already out of her heels. I sat on her legs and tickled her foot bottoms like there was no tomorrow. It only went on for about five minutes but looking back there were more than a few occasions where my poor aunt would be tickled in similar fashions not to mention our private foot massages/tickle times that diminished as I got older.

I wonder if she actually had a fetish for being tickled, maybe my uncle was a tickler, maybe they were both a little kinky? All I know is incidents like these, that I remember as though they happened yesterday, only further cemented my love of tickling and female nylon feet.

 

[delicatetouch]

mistertickle123, Great story! Thank you for sharing.

 

[milagros317]

Wonderful story, mistertickle123! Thanks for sharing your experience here. 😀

 

[Jack Sanfini]

I have loved tickling and women's feet, especially nylon clad, from a very young age however what I really learned from Theresa, the older woman and neighbor who introduced me to my fetishes, and from other adults that I tickled as a youth was that quite a few of them responded very favorably to having their feet played with. Tickling and massaging the feet of these women allowed me to experiment with my techniques and refine my skills but also added a tremendous excitement to the activity itself knowing that what I was doing was pleasing to them. As I got older and began to understand my fetishes on a deeper level as most of you know, things really began to get interesting.

Early on I discovered that magical response I got when touching and tickling our downstairs neighbor Theresa as well as one of my aunt's who always seemed to be looking to get tickled.

My aunt Terry, who was ticklish everywhere, had incredibly pretty, very sensitive, tiny size 4 feet. Being self conscious of her height, especially next to my uncle who was over six feet, she almost always wore high heels. She and my uncle didn't visit too often, usually for holiday and family occasions such as birthdays or graduations but she was always dressed nicely and always wore stockings when she came to our home. I was drawn to her nylon clad feet like steel to a magnet and she knew it.

Her usual ploy to get tickled was that she would announce during our meal that her legs and feet were killing her and that she needed to go inside to put them up and rest. Usually this happened between our main course and dessert. She would give me a discrete sideways glance and a wink when stating this to the family around the dinner table. She would then walk into our den, turn on the television, kick off her heels and lie down on the sofa. Before she could even get comfortable I excused myself from the dining room and would be at her feet, knowing full well that she wanted a foot massage from her favorite nephew. She would squirm around and quietly giggle even when I just massaged her feet and toes but once I began to tickle them she went absolutely crazy. Being as petite as she was, even as a boy I had no problem pinning those ticklish nylon clad feet of hers to the sofa and tickling her to my (and I'm pretty sure her) heart's delight. Aunt Terry's upper body was just as sensitive and tickling her belly and sides really made her squirm and squeal but for me it wax always about tickling her sensitive stocking feet. I loved seeing how far I could take the tickles before she couldn't handle any more or before one of my siblings or relatives came into the den to see what was going on.

I remember one Christmas afternoon when the family was sitting in the lounge and chatting, she and my uncle had a disagreement about something the adults had been discussing. To my surprise and delight he started playfully tickling her to get her to change her opinion. She slid from her chair onto the rug, curled up and yelled at him to stop in between gales of laughter. He then stretched her out and called over to me and my siblings to help him tickle 'poor ticklish aunt Terry'. My two brothers leapt up from their seats, pounced on her and tickled her sides and tummy. My uncle had her securely restrained on the floor rendering her completely helpless. I excitedly went straight to her stocking feet which were already out of her heels. I sat on her legs and tickled her foot bottoms like there was no tomorrow. It only went on for about five minutes but looking back there were more than a few occasions where my poor aunt would be tickled in similar fashions not to mention our private foot massages/tickle times that diminished as I got older.

I wonder if she actually had a fetish for being tickled, maybe my uncle was a tickler, maybe they were both a little kinky? All I know is incidents like these, that I remember as though they happened yesterday, only further cemented my love of tickling and female nylon feet.

Great story Mister tickle. How old was Aunt Terry at the time and how many years ago was this? Did you discuss these experiences with her years later? Thanks for sharing.
.

 

[mistertickle123]

Thank you got the compliment Jack.

My aunt was in her 30’s when the tickling started and I tickled her all through the 1960’s whenever I had an opportunity.

We never spoke about it but both of us knew of the others love for tickling and being tickled and she definitely knew I had a nylon and foot fetish as well.

As I got older it seemed more embarrassing and awkward to attempt to speak about it and by then I was actively dating girls and happily tickling them like crazy. Aunt Terry still would quietly and discreetly taunt and tease me when she came over to the house asking who the lucky girls were that I was tickling or she’d ask if my girlfriends wore pantyhose for me or if I liked the color of her toenail polish or shade of her nylons. Of course she knew how to push my buttons and that this kind of teasing would be too hard for me to resist tickling her. She was a fun, jovial, life of the party kind of person.

Sadly she passed away from cancer when I was 35 years old.

 

[SmashTV]

Mister, I can see so many similarities here, even down to the untimely passing from the same disease. ��

Like you, my aunt and I rarely discussed our tickling relationship, but as I got older it was a mutual understanding between us. She’d often indulge me and would sometimes even instigate things. I’m glad you had the experiences you did.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[mistertickle123]

Ditto Smash!
Experiences like these were the foundation of my fetishes and I was so lucky to have a number of older women in my life, including my wonderful ticklish aunt Terry, who not only loved being tickled but actually encouraged my tickling.

 

[SmashTV]

Actually, our aunts sound similar in that they would knowingly tease us - in plain sight! - about our kinks. I remember a few times as a pre-teen/teen she’d mention to my parents how I’d massaged and tickled her feet earlier in the day. She’d say it with a smile and didn’t mean anything by it, but it was a bit embarrassing for me to have other people hear it!

As I got older she’d make reference to putting her black tights on if it was cold, with emphasis on the words ‘black tights’ for my benefit! Still embarrassing, but I did my best to style it out!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[mistertickle123]

My aunt was exactly the same Smash. She would visually tease me all the time with her stocking feet when she and my uncle came to visit and while it would come up in conversation on occasion, she fortunately didn’t talk around family or friends about my love for tickling her too often. I do remember one specific time at a party for my mom’s birthday when I was probably around 12 years old, the table conversion shifted to the benefits of massage and my aunt Terry chimed in that I gave her great foot massages but that I was always very naughty and wound up tickling her feet. She went on to say just how ticklish was especially in her stockings. I was mortified, beyond embarrassed but deep down incredibly excited at the same time.

 

[robmic]

You boys were very lucky! At least you have those pleasant memories from them...

 

[SmashTV]

Thanks Bob; I know I’m lucky, believe me! I’ve sometimes wondered about how things would have turned out if my aunt didn’t exist, or had a different personality. I have another aunt on the other side of the family, who is a delightful woman in her own right. However, although I tried - unsuccessfully - playing with her stocking feet as well when I was about 15, she wasn’t as...knowing as this aunt, not as worldly, let’s say.

By not having those initial experiences, would it lead to me not having the confidence to playing with more mature female feet in my youth? Would there not be someone else to help me understand and indulge me my kink? That initial experience as a kid is responsible for so much, so it’s always been something I look back on very fondly.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[NickJ]

Smash, MisterT123...as always, thanks for sharing your stories. They are beyond awesome. And they make me so jealous! I had several ticklish older aunts/women in my life...great ticklish feet often in nylons...but they all disdained being tickled (but that didn't stop me from trying).

One memory...one of my aunt's best friends lived up the street from me. Dot (short for Dorothy). I'd known Dot all of my life. A very attractive woman in a very blue-collar way. Tall, thin, big auburn hair...very nice, but often smoking and cursing. She was about 16 years older than me.

One night (I was 19, and home from college for the summer), my aunt called me. Her and Dot were supposed to go out that night (Dot's husband was out of town), but Dot's babysitter had cancelled at the last minute. Could I go up and watch the house, as Dot's two children would already be in bed? Sure.

Dot...was in her tan-stockinged feet when I got there. Denim skirt...looking way too sexy. Her high heels were near the door. She was a bit frantic because she couldn't find her keys. She's tearing the place apart, luckily not paying attention to me, as I was staring at her long, thin, pantyhosed feet. She starts pulling her sofa apart, pillows and cushions flying...and finds them.

She then kneels in front of her sofa, putting everything back into place, kind of sitting on her stockinged heels, her arches staring right at me. I didn't even really think about it, I just reached over and ran a finger up one foot.

She let out a quick, loud, laughing scream...the kind of sound a very ticklish person might make when you surprised them. "Jesus, Christ! Don't surprise me like that! I almost peed my pants!". She then stood up, slipped into her heels, and was off.

Of course, I spent the night thinking up ways to get my hands on those feet when she returned...and had a pretty good plan in the works...but alas, my aunt came back with her, and they planned to hang out for a bit yet, so I was free to go home. Damn.

 

[robmic]

That was the stuff teenage dreams were made of in our younger days. Bravo. Great story.

Yup! I agree with ya there! 😉

 

[SmashTV]

This is another tale circa Christmas 2001. I was hanging about at home with my parents, aunt and uncle, and about to go over to my gf’s house. I was eating there, and so didn’t follow when my mum announced that dinner was ready. Everybody else got up to go into the dining room....except my aunt. She was wearing a red cardigan, black t shirt, black trousers, black socks and brown leather closed toed sandals as slippers. Taking advantage of us being alone I bent down and gave her socked left foot a quick tickle. I’d tickled her stocking feet briefly the day before, so it wasn’t out of nowhere. She smiled and thanked me, and so encouraged by this I sat down directly in front of her.

'Let's do this properly'.

I raised her legs and slowly removed her shoes. As I did this the hem of her trousers rode up and, much to my joy, I noticed that she was wearing black tights under her socks. In a bold move I peeled off both of her socks and began quickly tickling her stocking feet! My aunt smiled and laughed at this, her feet warm from being in slippers and socks all day. Her stocking soles felt as delightful as ever, and I lifted her feet out in front of her to tickle and gaze at her stocking soles. I followed this by putting them flat on the ground to snake my fingers the length of her insteps! My aunt just sat there throughout with a huge grin on her face, eyes closed, and just kept saying that I was 'the best', whatever that meant! I carried on tickling my aunt’s feet for a few more minutes before realising that not only did I have a date, but that the others could be coming back in from dinner soon!

I finished off by quickly tickling my aunt's tummy and armpits through her cardigan (only the second time I'd tickled her somewhere other than her feet!), at which she laughed a little bit harder and admitted that she was 'ticklish everywhere'! I finished with a flourish of tickles on her sides and feet, and then shared a knowing smile with my aunt. My aunt smiled back with the same knowing grin, and said that she should probably go to the dinner table. I agreed, we shared a hug and I went to the dining room to say goodbye to everybody else. got up to go to the dinner table. My aunt followed me out shortly after, and I noticed that my parents and uncle had been talking all the time I'd been tickling my aunt, completely oblivious to what had gone on in the front room!

As I said my goodbyes my aunt went back into the front room and returned with her sandals on..minus her socks! I don’t know if anyone noticed or not, but I like to think that my aunt was giving me a hidden message by ditching her socks. Of course, I could be overthinking this!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[milagros317]

Great story! Thanks for sharing your experience here. 😀

 

[Deleted member 6657]

This is another tale circa Christmas 2001. I was hanging about at home with my parents, aunt and uncle, and about to go over to my gf’s house. I was eating there, and so didn’t follow when my mum announced that dinner was ready. Everybody else got up to go into the dining room....except my aunt. She was wearing a red cardigan, black t shirt, black trousers, black socks and brown leather closed toed sandals as slippers. Taking advantage of us being alone I bent down and gave her socked left foot a quick tickle. I’d tickled her stocking feet briefly the day before, so it wasn’t out of nowhere. She smiled and thanked me, and so encouraged by this I sat down directly in front of her.

'Let's do this properly'.

I raised her legs and slowly removed her shoes. As I did this the hem of her trousers rode up and, much to my joy, I noticed that she was wearing black tights under her socks. In a bold move I peeled off both of her socks and began quickly tickling her stocking feet! My aunt smiled and laughed at this, her feet warm from being in slippers and socks all day. Her stocking soles felt as delightful as ever, and I lifted her feet out in front of her to tickle and gaze at her stocking soles. I followed this by putting them flat on the ground to snake my fingers the length of her insteps! My aunt just sat there throughout with a huge grin on her face, eyes closed, and just kept saying that I was 'the best', whatever that meant! I carried on tickling my aunt’s feet for a few more minutes before realising that not only did I have a date, but that the others could be coming back in from dinner soon!

I finished off by quickly tickling my aunt's tummy and armpits through her cardigan (only the second time I'd tickled her somewhere other than her feet!), at which she laughed a little bit harder and admitted that she was 'ticklish everywhere'! I finished with a flourish of tickles on her sides and feet, and then shared a knowing smile with my aunt. My aunt smiled back with the same knowing grin, and said that she should probably go to the dinner table. I agreed, we shared a hug and I went to the dining room to say goodbye to everybody else. got up to go to the dinner table. My aunt followed me out shortly after, and I noticed that my parents and uncle had been talking all the time I'd been tickling my aunt, completely oblivious to what had gone on in the front room!

As I said my goodbyes my aunt went back into the front room and returned with her sandals on..minus her socks! I don’t know if anyone noticed or not, but I like to think that my aunt was giving me a hidden message by ditching her socks. Of course, I could be overthinking this!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Great story smash, loved it.

 

[tickledmrs]

I think I posted that my mom was extremely ticklish, and dad used to tickle her all the time. I recall many Friday and Saturday nights when I heard mom laughing hysterically while dad tickled the daylights out of her in their bedroom.
There were even times in the kitchen when mom was making dinner and I was watching tv in the living room or den I'd hear "no George no...ahhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahaha". After about 2-3 minutes of laughter it would stop and she'd say "you know I'm ticklish!".
But there were other times.
Mom almost always got tickled at parties, especially New Year's. I'd either hear her laughing or watched as she got tickled, falling to the floor and squirming around as dad and her brother tickled her crazy. She had this great laugh, loud and rapid. After a time she'd go silent, but kind of a wheezing laugh, then loud again.
On vacation, dad had motel rooms the joined by a door. I slept in one room, and my parents in another. I'd hear mom laughing like crazy in their room, many times for an hour or more. I'd hear, "no George, not there,hahahahahahahahahaha, no no not the feet hahahahahahahahaha". After it stopped, mom would come look in on me, give me a kiss, and say "your dad was tickling me".
At the lake, mom was in a bathing suit or tank top and shorts. Dad and her brother would have her down on the grass tickling the daylights out of her. After she'd say "oh you guys, I'm so ticklish!". Then at night her laughter rang from the cabin, either dad or my uncle was tickling her. There were "no no's, not there, or I can't stand it! as she laughed and laughed.
Dad often tickled her in public, but very discreetly. Waiting in line for a movie, he'd put his hands under her coat and wiggle his fingers. Mom would squirm and giggle, saying "stop it, your tickling me!". He'd even tickle her in the movie, always sat at the back. If it was a comedy, mom would be laughing loudly as he tickled her. In a drama, he'd take her foot and lightly tickle it, her foot would wiggle like crazy, she tried to muffle a laugh. He'd do just enough to get her giggling.
They had quite the tickling life.

 

[fitnesstickle]

I think I posted that my mom was extremely ticklish, and dad used to tickle her all the time. I recall many Friday and Saturday nights when I heard mom laughing hysterically while dad tickled the daylights out of her in their bedroom.
There were even times in the kitchen when mom was making dinner and I was watching tv in the living room or den I'd hear "no George no...ahhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahaha". After about 2-3 minutes of laughter it would stop and she'd say "you know I'm ticklish!".
But there were other times.
Mom almost always got tickled at parties, especially New Year's. I'd either hear her laughing or watched as she got tickled, falling to the floor and squirming around as dad and her brother tickled her crazy. She had this great laugh, loud and rapid. After a time she'd go silent, but kind of a wheezing laugh, then loud again.
On vacation, dad had motel rooms the joined by a door. I slept in one room, and my parents in another. I'd hear mom laughing like crazy in their room, many times for an hour or more. I'd hear, "no George, not there,hahahahahahahahahaha, no no not the feet hahahahahahahahaha". After it stopped, mom would come look in on me, give me a kiss, and say "your dad was tickling me".
At the lake, mom was in a bathing suit or tank top and shorts. Dad and her brother would have her down on the grass tickling the daylights out of her. After she'd say "oh you guys, I'm so ticklish!". Then at night her laughter rang from the cabin, either dad or my uncle was tickling her. There were "no no's, not there, or I can't stand it! as she laughed and laughed.
Dad often tickled her in public, but very discreetly. Waiting in line for a movie, he'd put his hands under her coat and wiggle his fingers. Mom would squirm and giggle, saying "stop it, your tickling me!". He'd even tickle her in the movie, always sat at the back. If it was a comedy, mom would be laughing loudly as he tickled her. In a drama, he'd take her foot and lightly tickle it, her foot would wiggle like crazy, she tried to muffle a laugh. He'd do just enough to get her giggling.
They had quite the tickling life.

Sounds like perfect life to me.
What did/does your mom look like ?
What size are her feet ?
You have mentioned before she still gets tickled, can you expand on that.
And you and hubby lead a great tickle life like your parents did. I am quite jealous

 

[milagros317]

@tickledmrs
Great story! Thanks for sharing your experiences here. 😀

 

[tickledmrs]

Mom is 5'8, about 140, dark hair, she's 79 now. Size 8 feet. Dad and her brother still tickle her from time to time, but not as long as before.

 

[solarcharger]

Man, that is an excellent collection of memories!!

 

[robmic]

Tickledmrs, I can see where you got your ticklishness from now! 😉

 

[NickJ]

Ladies/Gentlemen, thank you for all the great contributions. Keep up the great work! I will share this memory, that "kind of" fits.

I got divorced whan I was in my late-30's, and I got to experience the joys (not!) of Internet Dating. I "met" a woman named Jean. Jean and I had quite a few phone conversations before we met. I managed to work "tickling" into one of those conversation, and Jean was very open to talk about it. She not only told me that she had very ticklish feet, but that her step-father and her brother used to gang up and tickle her and her mom. This was a first (and only) for me.

I did not get a story about her mom getting tickled, except for Jean telling me that her dad used to tease her mom and play a "count the ribs" game, and her mom would get hysterical as her dad did just that with his strong hands. Jean did share the "worst" time her brother and dad got her.

She was 20, not yet of legal drinking age, and came in very late from a wedding. She didn't want to go upstairs and wake anyone, so she crashed right on the couch (I envisioned her still in her dress and pantyhose). She woke up the next morning when her older brother started banging around the kitchen. He started grilling her as to where she was and who she was with. She told him to get lost. He went after her, abd tried to tickle the story out of her. She had rolled off the couch onto the floor, and was close to fighting him off and getting up and away, when out of nowhere, something clamped down on her legs. Her step-dad. (This was her memory, as best I can memember her telling me). She was face down on the floor, and her dad was now sitting on the couch, her legs trapped between his, her nyloned soles facing up. Her brother started to tickle her back and ribs, but her dad said "get her feet". He had his stong hands wrapped around her ankles. Her brother tickled her feet, she was hysterical, and I remember her exactly saying "He wouldn't stop!"....

Yes, Jean and I did date, once...a story for another day...