hurricaneman74
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Back when I was still in school, I had a classmate who lived down the block from me. One day I had forgot a book in school, so I went to his house to borrow it for my homework. I went to his house, explained what I had done and he said i could borrow it in 5 minutes, because he was almost done. He told me just to sit downstairs until he was done.
He showed me the room with the TV and to my surprise and delight, his mom was laying on his couch and BAREFOOT. We exchanged hellos and I went to sit down but her legs were in the way. I asked her to move them and she moved them slightly, giving me room, but they were still touching me.
We were talking a while and after a few minutes I couldnt take it any more and pretended to accidentaly stroke her foot. She let out a laugh and then was quiet. I did it again and she laughed and said "STOP Im ticklish"
I said OOOO and grabbed her foot and began scribbling on her soles, up and down and across for a couple of minutes. I held on tight but after a while I realised she wasnt putting up any resistance. It appeared she liked what I was doing, and I continued while she was laughing hysterically.
Her son came down after finishing his homework to give me the book and saw his mom's feet in my lap and me tickling them and her laughing. He said "Whats going on?" "He's been tickling me for a couple of minutes and its so fun" said his mom. "I havent been tickled in years and I forgot how much I like it."
Then her son said "Then let me help" and grabbed one of her feet and me and him each tickled her for 10 minutes before I realised I had better get home. I thanked him for the book and left.
Later I felt bad I had left so early, but luckily I would have another experience in which me and the mom would exchange tickles.
He showed me the room with the TV and to my surprise and delight, his mom was laying on his couch and BAREFOOT. We exchanged hellos and I went to sit down but her legs were in the way. I asked her to move them and she moved them slightly, giving me room, but they were still touching me.
We were talking a while and after a few minutes I couldnt take it any more and pretended to accidentaly stroke her foot. She let out a laugh and then was quiet. I did it again and she laughed and said "STOP Im ticklish"
I said OOOO and grabbed her foot and began scribbling on her soles, up and down and across for a couple of minutes. I held on tight but after a while I realised she wasnt putting up any resistance. It appeared she liked what I was doing, and I continued while she was laughing hysterically.
Her son came down after finishing his homework to give me the book and saw his mom's feet in my lap and me tickling them and her laughing. He said "Whats going on?" "He's been tickling me for a couple of minutes and its so fun" said his mom. "I havent been tickled in years and I forgot how much I like it."
Then her son said "Then let me help" and grabbed one of her feet and me and him each tickled her for 10 minutes before I realised I had better get home. I thanked him for the book and left.
Later I felt bad I had left so early, but luckily I would have another experience in which me and the mom would exchange tickles.
