melonboobs
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I was taking a nap on the couch, fantasizing about my French teacher's ass while trying not to think about my stepmother's ass. They both had sexy jiggily behinds, and I had an erection. I was half-asleep when I heard my stepmother walk by me. On the way past me she quickly but briefly tickled my belly, making me sit up and laugh in surprise.
"Don't sleep during the day. You won't be able to sleep at night. By the way I'm going to order a clown for your 18th birthday party tomorrow," she said.
"I'm too old for clowns," I said.
"Oh don't be such a fuddy dud. A clown will be so much fun."
She picked up the phone in the kitchen and I couldn't make out exactly what she said but I could've swore I heard her say the words "ticklish" and "leave the key under the doormat."
All my cool friends were going to be at the party, and I was embarrassed about having a clown at my birthday party. My father was out of town on a business trip, so I couldn't ask him to stop this ridiculous idea.
********************
It was just before dawn and my bedroom was starting to change from dark to dim gray. I felt cords wrapping around my wrists, but was so soundly sleeping, the action didn't register. I turned over and suddenly realized my wrists were tied to the bedposts. I awoke in alarm. A woman dressed as a clown was standing at the foot of my bed. I could tell she was a woman because of the outline of large breasts under her clown suit.
"What are you doing? Let me go."
I struggled desperately to squirm free to no avail.
"Your stepmother said you think you are too old for clowns."
"I am too old for clowns," I said.
The frustration gave me an erection.
"No, you are not. You are still a boy. Your stepmother said you are ticklish like a boy."
I couldn't believe my stepmother...my STEPMOTHER...had set me up with something freaky
"I'm not ticklish," I said in a shaky voice.
"Yes you are. Your stepmother told me you laughed when she tickled you."
"She caught me by surprise. I'm not ticklish."
"Ok, I've got a deal for you. If I tickle you and you don't laugh, I won't come to your birthday party. But if you do laugh, I'll tickle you all morning and attend your birthday party and tell all of your friends how ticklish you are."
"It's a deal," I said, determined that she wouldn't make me laugh and I could stop her from attending my birthday party.
She reached under the covers and began lightly tickling my foot soles. I pulled my feet up so my knees were pointing toward the ceiling and my feet were facing down where she couldn't reach them. She pulled the cover off the bed, revealing my erection. She sat down next to my side.
She glanced at my erection and said, "It appears you like getting tickled by a clown. Just like a little boy would."
She pulled a long feather from her cleavage. She lightly stroked it back and forth over my chest. I was able to endure this without laughing but when she put it down and used her fingernails instead a high pitched "tee hee" escaped from my lips.
"That sounds like laughing to me, but now there will be no debate about it."
She began tickling my butt and my balls and I laughed out loud and slid my feet down to try to stop her from tickling me there. She grabbed a foot and tickled it, and I kept laughing.
"You're a ticklish boy, not a man. Do you want me to make a man out of you?"
"Yes," I said between giggles.
She put my foot down and got on top of me, straddling my midsection. She unbuttoned the top of her clown suite, revealing a white bra. She took off the bra and I could see her really big titties. She tickled my underarms, neck, and sides, and I couldn't stop laughing.
I realized I was enjoying it. I wasn't too old for clowns.
The sun was rising above the horizon, lighting the room ever so slightly, and I realized there was something familiar about the clown. I began to suspect she was someone I knew.
She unzipped the bottom of her clown suit and slipped my penis in her slippery pussy. It was the first time I'd ever had sex, and her pussy tickled too. I came almost immediately. She got off me.
"You are still not a complete man yet. You are in a stage that is part boy part man. You are a boy/man. To become a true man, you must be able to make me have an orgasm."
In the lightening room I recognized the person in the clown suit. It was Wendy Weinstein, a divorced friend of my stepmother.
My stomach muscles were hurting from laughing so much, but she started to make matters worse when she knelt on the front of the bed and concentrated on tickling the part of my belly that causes an automatic reflex, a kind of twitching. It was unendurable. Nevertheless, it made me laugh again, and my penis rose.
"Please, not there. Any place bu there," I moaned between giggles.
She stopped tickling me and began riding me instead. She didn't tickle me for awhile, and it felt good just humping her.
But soon, she resumed tickling my underarms and neck again, and I was laughing hysterically. I was afraid she was really going to tickle me all morning, and I needed to feel reassured that I was safe. I thought of my stepmother and hoped she would come to my rescue.
"HELP! MOMMY"
I never called my stepmother, mommy. The word just came out.
"A real man wouldn't call for his mother," Wendy said.
But she moaned and orgasmed and got off me.
I heard my stepmother walk down the hallway. She opened the door and entered the room.
She was wearing a see through nightie.
"I think that's enough now, Wendy."
"Well, I made a man out of him just in time," she said.
They both sat down next to me, 1 on each side, and for a minute I was afraid they were going to gang up on me while I was still tied down, but they untied me.
"Now do you want a clown to come to your birthday party this afternoon?" my stepmother asked.
"Yes."
"See I told you, you weren't too old for clowns," she said.
"Happy birthday," they said in unison, and they both tickled me.
"Don't sleep during the day. You won't be able to sleep at night. By the way I'm going to order a clown for your 18th birthday party tomorrow," she said.
"I'm too old for clowns," I said.
"Oh don't be such a fuddy dud. A clown will be so much fun."
She picked up the phone in the kitchen and I couldn't make out exactly what she said but I could've swore I heard her say the words "ticklish" and "leave the key under the doormat."
All my cool friends were going to be at the party, and I was embarrassed about having a clown at my birthday party. My father was out of town on a business trip, so I couldn't ask him to stop this ridiculous idea.
********************
It was just before dawn and my bedroom was starting to change from dark to dim gray. I felt cords wrapping around my wrists, but was so soundly sleeping, the action didn't register. I turned over and suddenly realized my wrists were tied to the bedposts. I awoke in alarm. A woman dressed as a clown was standing at the foot of my bed. I could tell she was a woman because of the outline of large breasts under her clown suit.
"What are you doing? Let me go."
I struggled desperately to squirm free to no avail.
"Your stepmother said you think you are too old for clowns."
"I am too old for clowns," I said.
The frustration gave me an erection.
"No, you are not. You are still a boy. Your stepmother said you are ticklish like a boy."
I couldn't believe my stepmother...my STEPMOTHER...had set me up with something freaky
"I'm not ticklish," I said in a shaky voice.
"Yes you are. Your stepmother told me you laughed when she tickled you."
"She caught me by surprise. I'm not ticklish."
"Ok, I've got a deal for you. If I tickle you and you don't laugh, I won't come to your birthday party. But if you do laugh, I'll tickle you all morning and attend your birthday party and tell all of your friends how ticklish you are."
"It's a deal," I said, determined that she wouldn't make me laugh and I could stop her from attending my birthday party.
She reached under the covers and began lightly tickling my foot soles. I pulled my feet up so my knees were pointing toward the ceiling and my feet were facing down where she couldn't reach them. She pulled the cover off the bed, revealing my erection. She sat down next to my side.
She glanced at my erection and said, "It appears you like getting tickled by a clown. Just like a little boy would."
She pulled a long feather from her cleavage. She lightly stroked it back and forth over my chest. I was able to endure this without laughing but when she put it down and used her fingernails instead a high pitched "tee hee" escaped from my lips.
"That sounds like laughing to me, but now there will be no debate about it."
She began tickling my butt and my balls and I laughed out loud and slid my feet down to try to stop her from tickling me there. She grabbed a foot and tickled it, and I kept laughing.
"You're a ticklish boy, not a man. Do you want me to make a man out of you?"
"Yes," I said between giggles.
She put my foot down and got on top of me, straddling my midsection. She unbuttoned the top of her clown suite, revealing a white bra. She took off the bra and I could see her really big titties. She tickled my underarms, neck, and sides, and I couldn't stop laughing.
I realized I was enjoying it. I wasn't too old for clowns.
The sun was rising above the horizon, lighting the room ever so slightly, and I realized there was something familiar about the clown. I began to suspect she was someone I knew.
She unzipped the bottom of her clown suit and slipped my penis in her slippery pussy. It was the first time I'd ever had sex, and her pussy tickled too. I came almost immediately. She got off me.
"You are still not a complete man yet. You are in a stage that is part boy part man. You are a boy/man. To become a true man, you must be able to make me have an orgasm."
In the lightening room I recognized the person in the clown suit. It was Wendy Weinstein, a divorced friend of my stepmother.
My stomach muscles were hurting from laughing so much, but she started to make matters worse when she knelt on the front of the bed and concentrated on tickling the part of my belly that causes an automatic reflex, a kind of twitching. It was unendurable. Nevertheless, it made me laugh again, and my penis rose.
"Please, not there. Any place bu there," I moaned between giggles.
She stopped tickling me and began riding me instead. She didn't tickle me for awhile, and it felt good just humping her.
But soon, she resumed tickling my underarms and neck again, and I was laughing hysterically. I was afraid she was really going to tickle me all morning, and I needed to feel reassured that I was safe. I thought of my stepmother and hoped she would come to my rescue.
"HELP! MOMMY"
I never called my stepmother, mommy. The word just came out.
"A real man wouldn't call for his mother," Wendy said.
But she moaned and orgasmed and got off me.
I heard my stepmother walk down the hallway. She opened the door and entered the room.
She was wearing a see through nightie.
"I think that's enough now, Wendy."
"Well, I made a man out of him just in time," she said.
They both sat down next to me, 1 on each side, and for a minute I was afraid they were going to gang up on me while I was still tied down, but they untied me.
"Now do you want a clown to come to your birthday party this afternoon?" my stepmother asked.
"Yes."
"See I told you, you weren't too old for clowns," she said.
"Happy birthday," they said in unison, and they both tickled me.
