Vintage tickling

[cryingfreeman]

She was about 48 at the time. She's about 5'4. At that time she had shoulder length black hair. Pale skin, almond eyes and curves like Beyonce now. I got her to admit being ticklish by accident. Again I was alone with her and asked if she wanted a foot rub. She said sure and I rubbed her feet with lotion. A few minutes later I asked her if I could try something. She again said sure so I left and came back with an old toothbrush. I told her it was to scrape dead skin off and that I saw my mom do it once. She laid back and closed her eyes as I started brushing her right foot. I could feel her tense up when I hit her toes and ball of her foot. She relaxed more when I touched her heels. Her feet really started shaking as I used it on her arch. After a minute or so she pulled her foot back and laughed. I looked at her with fake surprise and she laughed again and said "I'm sorry. I know it's supposed to be pampering and feel good but all I feel is tickling." I told her it was ok and that I was done with that foot. I took her left foot and started scrubbing again. Heel was ok. She tensed up and snickered on and off at the toes and ball of her foot. She giggled like crazy and gripped the bed sheets when I reached her arch. I told her I won't take too long and to hold still. I scrubbed for about 3 minutes. I stopped and rubbed some more.

I realized I heard snoring and saw she fell asleep. I put a blanket on her and went to leave but then realized I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. I left and came back with a q-tip and feather I always kept in my bag for such an emergency. I lifted the blanket off her feet and began tickling with the feather. Her toes wiggled and I saw a smile form on her lips. I took the q-tip and ran it along her toe tips and stems and in between her toes. More wiggling and smiling. She shifted and I stopped. I waited and ran the q-tip up and down her arch. Her foot shook violently and I heard a giggle. I stopped and looked up. She was still asleep. I tried again but this time her foot shook but no giggle. I tickled her with both tools for almost an 30 minutes until my cousin came looking for us. Never got her to giggle again in her sleep but her feet and toes wiggled and she had a continuous smile on her face.

 

[robmic]

Cryingfreeman, that was awesome! She sounds like someone that really needs to be tied up and tickled! 😛

 

[Hot_Flicker]

Nice story, Looks interesting

 

[PhoenixRising]

Awesome story!

 

[Hot_Flicker]

Lol... You are sharing your expressions also in the story...

 

[pghtickleguy]

Great story. Thank you so much for sharing

 

[robmic]

Smokin, spproximately what was her age ? Describe her looks and feet ?

I had an older neighbor who was about 48 or so when I was young. I would go over to her house and tickle her feet under the table also. She was crazy ticklish but never really tried to stop me. I think she liked the attention. I can still remember her giggling as I stroked her soft soles.

Jack, Jack, Jack, you need to read the post!

 

[makugiggl]

Always love reading your stories Ticklishmrs. Please keep them coming...🙂.

Bill

 

[rvcja7]

wow. that also happened to me as a kid. mom was so ticklish, everywhere, and she is a very small woman. my dad is a pretty good size guy. she was the only female in the house, i was the oldest of 3 boys. almost every night after we went to bed, i would hear her, down the hall and behind 2 closed doors, laughing and begging. and it went on for a long time. and can remember mom laughing so much, and of course begging him to please stop, he usually didnt, lol. and she would say why, why, and he would answer cause its so much fun. he would taunt her the whole time he tickled her, telling her stuff like when you quit laughing i will quit tickling, or you know you like being tickled, when he knew she hated it. of course he tickled her plenty before bedtime, as a lot of other people did. usually in the living room floor, or on the couch. i remember one time i had been somewhere with my grandfather, my dad's dad. we came home and mom was lying on the couch, dad was sitting on the side of the couch, and he had one finger on each each, and each side of mom's ribs, he was barely poking her in the ribs, but she wasn't moving, she had a grin on her face, her eyes were closed, and i think she was biting her lip. i said something to mom, she didn't answer. dad said she cant answer you right now, she cant move. my grandfather, who loved tickling my mom, already had a grin on his face, asked what was going on. dad said, i barely have my fingers in her ribs, i told her if she laughs i am going to tickle the living crap out of her. she cant move or its going to tickle her, and then she will laugh. dad then laughed and said, she is just barely breathing. my grandfather asked mom how she was doing, but she didnt answer. he asked dad how long she had been like this, dad said bout ten minutes. my grandfather said, oh well we better make her more comfortable. he reached down, and slowly untied one of her shoes. mom opened her eyes and looked down at her feet to see what he was doing. he grin disappeared and she started to look kind of scared. my grandfather slowly pulled her shoe off, then he slowly untied her other shoe and slowly pulled it off. he said, thats better, but we should take those socks off. which he did. really, really slow. he stood there at her bare feet, by far her most ticklish spot, and she really looked scared now. dad still had his fingers in place. my grandfather started talking to mom, he said you know, i know your feet are ticklish, but i was wondering, would it bother you if i just took one finger like this and did this, and he started rubbing one finger slowly down the bottom of mom's sole of her foot. she was making noises and gritting her teeth. grandfather said i think it did bother you a little. what would happen if i just kept doing it. and he started running one finger slowly up and down the bottom of her foot. that lasted probably less than thirty seconds, she burst out laughing, squirming, dad said ok, now you're gonna get it, and dug into her ribs, my grandfather took one hand and bent her toes back on one foot and started tickling the crap out of it. i really dont know how long it lasted, i know it was a while, and then i went outside. i do know when i came back in later mom was pretty hoarse. dad tickled her later that night at bedtime, and she was laughing like crazy, but her laugh was really hoarse.

 

[Jack Sanfini]

Your mom

RVCJA7, wow your mom is so ticklish like my mom. How tall is your mom ? Size feet ? Resemble anyone ? How old was she when she was getting tickled ? How old is she now ? Were all the women in her family super ticklish too ? Thanks for sharing.