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PREFACE
I have been working on this story, off and on, for a couple weeks now, trying to get it just right, because it was going to be my very first Forum story post. Then the other night I came across Rusty's new FF/M story, "Jenni: Meeting Mom", which to my horror has several of the same elements as mine does! The daughter's name in my story was even Jenni!
But after my initial shock, I re-reviewed my tale and decided that it isn't really all that similar- after all, you can't have an FF/M bondage-tickling story without two Fs, one M, some bondage, and some tickling.
Plus which, there are NO clown gloves in my story. And there never will be. Never. Not... even... one.
Not even if you look in the corner, behind the bookcase. :blink
So, without more ado, here's my first TT story post. I hope you all enjoy-
WEDDED BLISS
At age 21 I married Amelia, my high-school sweetheart. She had been the first and only one (as far as I knew then, anyway- I'll explain in a few minutes) to learn my secret- not only am I insanely ticklish, but being tickled gets me incredibly horny. Hot-bodied, red-haired Amelia took shameless advantage of my weakness all through adolescence and high school, then on into college, knowing that if there was anything she wanted, all she had to do was pin me down and use those naughty fingers. Soon I would be begging to give her whatever she wanted- concert tickets, new earrings, a new car, a wedding ring- if she would only tickle my cock and let me cum.
On our wedding night, Amelia tied me down in bed for the first time and I discovered the joys of being completely helpless, totally at her mercy. I thought Amy had been sadistic before, but that was nothing compared to now when she had ultimate power. She would tickle me relentlessly, deviously, in every most sensitive spot, for hours on end, until her own horniness finally made her mount me and fuck me til we both came- still tickling me the whole time, of course. And when she first tried feathers... 😀
Our life of tickling bliss went on for four years until Amy's divorced mother, Joan, moved in with us. What I had never known was that Joan's alimony payments had stopped when Amelia turned 21. With the economy the way it was, she had never found a good job. Joan had been mainly living off her savings ever since... and now that the money was gone, she had no choice but to move out of her hotel and into our tiny apartment with us.
It wasn't easy living with my young wife and my mother-in-law at the same time. One thing that was especially hard, was my cock. Amelia got her looks from her mom, and Joan was still gorgeous at age 45. She was a classic MILF. Joan was a natural beauty, 5'4" tall with short, dark-auburn hair, deep brown eyes, a trim, athletic figure, firm 34-B breasts, dancer's legs, and an ass that wouldn't quit. Worse, both she and Amy were in the habit of walking around the apartment half-nude if not completely so, and Joan was not the least bit embarassed by me seeing her in a filmy, see-through nightgown so short that it scarcely covered her curvaceous bare ass, or a skimpy bra and panties- or even less. And the first time she "accidentally" dropped her phone, and bent to pick it up- granting me a long, lingering view of her nightie riding up over her full hips, revealing her perfect ass and the the slit of her pussy... I replayed the moment in my dreams for weeks afterwards.
Just as frustrating were Joan's flirtatious ways. She was constantly patting me on the ass when I walked near her, going out of her way to rub her body up against me when we were together in our tiny kitchen or passing in the narrow hallway. Soon Joan was appearing in my fantasies alongside her daughter. Worst (and best) of all was the night Joan walked in on me in the master bedroom. She was wearing nothing but a tiny, black silk thong and black spike heels. I was stark naked, with my cock in hand, and I had been masturbating... while fantasizing about her. I must have blushed a few extra shades of red, because the look in her eye told me she understood instantly who I was thinking of as I stroked my cock. Joan was my fantasy, she had just walked in looking exactly as I pictured her as I jerked off, and she knew it. But she didn't say a word. She just smiled knowingly, and, with an admiring glance at my throbbing erection, grabbed one of Amy's little black dresses from the closet and slowly strolled out again, giving me a great view of her perfect ass as she walked out. I came in record time after that.
Imagine my predicament, dear reader. I was in a state of constant arousal, yet I was unable to indulge in my favorite activity- letting my wife tie and tickle me insane before fucking me crazy- because her mother was on the other side of the thin bedroom wall and would hear my laughter. I just couldn't face trying to explain to Joan what her daughter and I did all night.
Finally, one night, I suggested to Amelia that we have a tickling session- but that she could gag me, so her mom wouldn't hear me laughing. Amy quickly agreed and, going to her dresser, got out a large kerchief that would do the job. In retrospect, maybe I should have been suspicious about how quickly she found it- but at that point I wasn't thinking about anything except how long it had been since I had been tied and tickle-tortured to satisfaction. I stripped and lay spread-eagle as Amelia tied me to the bedposts. As always, she did an expert job of bondage, and I couldn't move an inch. Then the kerchief went into my mouth and was tied around the back of my neck.
"Let's test the gag," suggested Amy. "Try shouting now, and if it doesn't work, I'll untie you quick, before Mom comes to see what's happening." "Mmmmmf!" I yelled. "Louder!" she commanded. "MMMffff!!" "LOUDER, slave!!" Amelia ordered, swatting me on the ass. "MMMMMMMF!!!!!" I yelled, my cheek stinging. "Yes, that should do the trick," Amelia said with a satisfied smile.
Amelia stood astride me on the bed and began stripping, slowly, letting me enjoy the show- first dropping her skirt, showing off her long legs, then removing her top and her bra, revealing her 36C breasts with their erect, dark nipples, turning full circle to show off her perfect ass before finally peeling off her panties, exposing her shaved pussy, already wet with arousal. Amy knelt astride my ribcage and started lightly tickling my right armpit with one finger, while with her right hand she began caressing and massaging her wet vagina. She kept tickling back and forth across my chest, tickling and teasing my nipples, making me laugh into my gag. She tickled over into my left armpit, still caressing herself. I squirmed helplessly under her as she tickled more ruthlessly, using all the fingers of her left hand now, as she stroked herself faster in time with the tickling. She gasped aloud as I laughed and struggled more violently, her nipples becoming engorged and dark red as she slid her middle finger deep into her pussy, stroking her clit, tickling me, masturbating and tickling more frantically, making me writhe frantically under her, my helpless arousal as always increasing her pleasure, making her respond, bringing on her orgasm, finally making her scream out loud in pleasure as I screamed laughter into the gag.
Amy caught her breath, then used both hands to tickle down my waist to my throbbing cock and balls. Reaching into the bedside table, she got out her assortment of feathers, laid them out on the bed beside me and... stopped.
"Did you hear my phone ring?" Amy asked innocently. "It's probably work. I suppose I'll have to go in to the office. It shouldn't take more than a few hours." Completely nude, Amelia strode to the bedroom door and walked out, leaving the door open, with me naked, helpless, tied down and gagged.
"AMMMLLA!!" I yelled. "HHLLFFFF!!!! MMFFRMMRRRMMMNNN!!!!!"
"Hello?" called a voice outside the open door. "Is someone there?" And Joan, completely nude and more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen (except for her daughter), came into the bedroom.
"Oh my, Lee. I thought I heard a noise in here. Did Amelia leave you here like this?" she asked, climbing into the bed with me, crawling towards me on all fours, like a hunting tigress. "How naughty of her. And how awful of her to tempt me like this, when she has known since you were both still in school that I had a crush on you...."
My cock throbbed as Joan prowled closer to me. Her erect nipples and rapid breathing showed that she was as aroused as I was. One firm breast brushed against my thigh, then her right nipple lightly, deliberately grazed against the head of my cock, tickling me, making me moan in frustration. Joan continued slowly crawling up my helpless body, giving me a good long look, getting me more and more aroused, until I was hornier than I had ever been in my life, even with Amelia; and meanwhile, her throaty, seductive voice filled my universe...
"You must have known I wanted you. Didn't you wonder why I'm always brushing up against you, or how come I'm always 'accidentally' walking in on you in the shower, or when you're changing clothes... or when you're handling that big tool of yours? Mm-hmm, that was so-oo sexy. Were you thinking about me that day? Oooh, I can tell by the way you blush, you were! You were playing with yourself and thinking about Momma!"
Joan knelt down next to me, whispering in my ear, her soft breath tickling. " Didn't you wonder why I'm always walking around the apartment almost nude, letting you 'catch' me half-dressed? I've been trying to seduce you, ever since you started dating Amy," she said, laying down next to me, pressing her firm breasts against me, tickling her fingers through my triangle of pubic hair, tickling the base of my cock and around my shaved balls, making me jump and moan in frustration and pleasure. Joan acted surprised. "Oh, my. You're very sensitive, aren't you? Are you ticklish here? Hahaha.... Ooo, look at you squirm," she cooed delightedly, as her wicked fingernails danced over my helpless balls, up my shaft, to the head of my cock, then back down again, mercilessly teasing. Meanwhile Joan was still whispering seductively in my ear.....
"You've always had a crush on me too, haven't you? I've seen all the little looks you gave me. I knew you always wanted me, too. Have you ever fantasized about having Amy and me at the same time? Who knows? Maybe this is your lucky night... but first... I've been wanting to do this ever since the first time I 'accidentally' walked in on you in the shower at our house when you were eighteen..."
Joan moved down and knelt between my spread legs, then bent down and took the head of my aching cock between her soft, wet lips. I started weeping at how gently and lovingly she sucked my cock. At the same time, she lightly tickled my balls with one hand, while with the other she firmly stroked my perinium. Her tongue swirled over my sensitive glans as she kept sucking gently, her soft wet lips moving up and down the end of my shaft, sucking my cockhead gently in and out of her mouth, and all the while she gently tickled me with one hand, and stroked from my balls to my anus with the other. As my hips started bucking and I approached orgasm, Joan stopped stroking and instead tickled my perinium with one finger, while with her pinky she gently tickled me right on my puckered anus. Amelia had never touched or tickled me there. The sensation was unbelievable! I started cumming uncontrollably, screaming into my gag, feeling as if my soul itself was pouring out through my cock into Joan's mouth. Even her daughter could have taken some pointers from Joan's technique, I decided afterwards. It was the blow job by which I would measure all others for the rest of my life. I came and came as Joan greedily swallowed and sucked until every drop was gone.
Joan then crawled back up and kissed me on the cheek. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," she whispered. "It's been a long time. And now, I see that Amelia left some feathers out on the bed. You know, she told me your secret years ago. You like to be tickled until you cum. But I know another secret... it's why Amy's father left me. You see, he couldn't stand being tickled....and I couldn't resist tickling, especially once I learned the secret... that if I make you cum first, then afterwards.. you're even more ticklish," she said, picking up a feather and aiming it at my quivering cock. "Wanna see? Well... you don't have a choice, 'cause I'm gonna tickle you until you beg me to let you cum again. Oh, but you have a gag on, so you can't beg... so I guess I'll just tickle you forever! Tickle... tickle... tickle!!!"
My erection, which had never truly gone away, had been throbbing and growing again since the moment Joan picked up the feather; and when she brushed the long, soft vanes along my shaft, it was like an electrical current through my cock. I had never been tickled by anything so intensely as by that single feather in the hand of this devious, talented, infinitely sexy woman. I had managed to forget that this was my wife's mother- at this point, she was simply the sexiest woman in the universe. Even though she had never tickled me before, it was as if she knew intimately every most ticklish spot from the base of my cock up to the head, and set out to tease each spot individually until I was insane with laughter and with lust. She could not have tickled my penis like this for more than about fifteen or twenty minutes, but subjectively it felt like a lifetime. At every throb of my cock, she would chuckle warmly, sexily. Joan laid herself down across my chest and wrapped her body around mine, all her attention on my cock and balls. It felt like they were the center of the universe, my balls felt like boulders, my cock was ten feet tall, and Joan was slowly, gently tickling and tormenting every helpless, horny inch. Even worse, she soon took up another feather and began teasing my vulnerable balls, too. Now I almost regretted letting Amy talk me into shaving them... my smooth skin was ultra-sensitive, the kiss of every feather touch was enough to drive me insane as Joan slowly, agonizingly circled around each testicle, then ran the feather up and down between them- varying her technique, never letting me anticipate what was coming next- left to right and back again, then up and down, now zig-zags across my contracted balls, and now feathering down the base of my balls along my perinium and around my anus. I nearly jumped off the bed when the feather reached that spot, but Joan just chuckled in her low, sexy voice and kept stroking the tip of the feather over my puckered asshole, causing sensations I had never even imagined- and meanwhile still teasing my cock with the other feather. I was in agony, I was in bliss, I didn't know what I was in any more. I couldn't stand another second of it and I wanted it to go on forever. I felt my muscles clench... I was on the edge... I was ready to cum again... and when Joan whispered, "Now, baby," I thought she was telling me to cum... my cock stiffened... I was almost there....
But she wasn't talking to me. She was talking to Amelia, who at some point had crept back into the bedroom and had been watching the whole thing. Amy now started tickling my feet with both hands, breaking the momentum of my orgasm, sending me screaming off into fresh realms of laughter, while my wicked mother-in-law continued torturing my helpless, hairless cock and balls. Amy had always been an evil genius at foot tickling. Her technique was flawless and varied unpredictably, so just as I was starting to get used to her nails scratching over my helpless heels, she would start tickling between my toes- and when that no longer drove me sufficiently insane, she would lightly dance her fingertips along my arches. But never had I been forced to suffer Amy's foot tickling in combination with anything like Joan's evil cock-tickling torment! Between the two of them, mother and daughter were driving me out of my mind with laughter on one hand and lust on the other!
Amy was soon varying her technique even more, tickling my feet while simultaneously licking and sucking my hairy toes, giving me ten simulated blow jobs all while tickling me out of my mind. She had never done anything like this before- I wondered if her mother had given her the idea- but right now all I could do was laugh and moan through my gag. Having my toes sucked while Joan tickled and teased my balls and penis was uber-hot, but the continued foot-tickling distracted me so that I still could not quite cum. By now I had been kept hanging on the edge of orgasm for almost two hours. Semen was leaking from the head of my cock, and Joan kept slowly, seductively, licking it off- but without stroking or sucking, preventing me from cumming, keeping me on the brink.....
I had no idea how long Amy and her mother had been tickle-torturing me, but I had still not been allowed to get any closer to cumming. Joan had been kneeling over me, tickling me with only one hand for quite a while now, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that her other hand was sneaking down to her neatly trimmed, reddish-brown snatch to caress herself, or moving up stroke her firm breasts, tweaking her hard nipples. Clearly she was as horny as I was, which I remembered she had been since she first came into the room. Obviously Amelia saw it too, because she broke off her merciless torturing of my feet, sat up, and gently slipped an arm around her mother's waist. Joan stopped tickling me and looked up at her daughter, who stared solemnly back at her, looking her straight in the eye.
"Mom," Amy said. "Go ahead and go through with what we planned. We've teased him long enough, he's going to explode in another minute, and you can't wait any longer yourself. It's time." "Are you really sure?" Joan asked, sounding torn, sounding desperate. "Tickling and sucking is one thing, but...." "Mom," replied Amelia firmly. "We agreed. You've been alone too long. You need this. We both love you. And Lee wants it too, he just can't let himself admit it, out of loyalty to me. But it's all right," she continued, looking lovingly at me, softly caressing my cheek. "I want you to make love with my mother. She's been so long without a good man, and you're the best man either of us have ever known." My eyes went wide, staring back at my wife in astonishment, but she just nodded in confirmation, with a grin and a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Baby," Joan whispered, touching Amy's long red hair. "Oh, Amelia, thank you. You're right, I do need this. There's really no substitute for a good hard cock, even though...." and as she trailed off, she stroked Amy's face, caressed her graceful neck and shoulder, then gently stroked her left breast, running her thumb over the erect red nipple, before sliding her hand down around her daughter's waist to caress and massage her ass. Amy responded by sliding a hand firmly behind her mother's neck and pulling her close, kissing her softly, full on the mouth, their lips parting, tongues touching. What were they doing with each other here, all those times I got stuck working overtime all night? I wondered, but only in the back of my mind, because mainly I was thinking that this was the sexiest thing I had ever seen- my hot wife and her equally hot mom, nude, making out, and getting ready to tickle and fuck me silly. My engorged cock throbbed in anticipation, releasing a single pearly drop of cum. Every nerve in my body was on fire, waiting for the release that I was dying for.
Then Joan was swinging one long dancer's leg over me, straddling my waist, while she started tickling my ribs and underarms as Amy returned to tickling my feet. I began howling laughter into the gag again, almost too frantic to realize that Joan had slid my stiff cock into her hot, wet pussy. The tickling that she and Amy were inflicting on me made me writhe and squirm so that it took only a few moments of Joan's grinding her clitoris against the base of my cock to bring herself to a gasping orgasm. She paused for a moment to catch her breath, leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, whispered, "I love you, Lee. I've always loved you," and then began slowly and smoothly humping me, sliding her tight pussy along my engorged shaft. She slid her hands along my neck to find and untie the gag, finally allowing me to gasp and scream and laugh aloud as Joan fucked me. Amy laid down beside me, reaching in to tickle my ribs and underarms, tickling her mother's belly and breasts, making her giggle like a teenager, whispering, "It's OK, Lee, I want you to cum now, we both want you to cum now, I love you, Mom loves you, I love you both so much, I want you both to have this, Mom needs this so much, please give this to her, please make her happy, cum for mama, baby, cum inside her like you cum inside me, baby, cum to mama, please cum for mama like you do for me! Tickle tickle, Lee! Tickle tickle tickle!!! Tickle tickle tickle!!!!!"
Joan quickly joined in, tickling my ribs along with Amy and chanting, "Tickle tickle tickle!! Tickle tickle tickle!!!!" It was too much. My incredibly sexy mother-in-law fucking me, and my wife laying next to me egging me on, while they both tickled me crazy, pushed me over the edge into the orgasm of my young lifetime. I came and came, until I thought I would pass out. Joan joined me with another orgasm of her own, and Amy either had been masturbating with her free hand, or was so turned on that she came spontaneously. The three of us screamed together in ecstasy.
After, as we cuddled on the king-size bed, one hot body on either side of me, Amy whispered, "Y'know, Lee, Mom is very very ticklish herself... and there's something you've never tried... you've always been so into being tied up and tickled, that you've never had the chance to tickle someone else...." And when I turned in surprise to look at Joan, it was to find her nodding and smiling back at me, confirming silently that I was going to get to tie her up and tickle her to orgasm, too.
But that's a story for another time.....
I have been working on this story, off and on, for a couple weeks now, trying to get it just right, because it was going to be my very first Forum story post. Then the other night I came across Rusty's new FF/M story, "Jenni: Meeting Mom", which to my horror has several of the same elements as mine does! The daughter's name in my story was even Jenni!
But after my initial shock, I re-reviewed my tale and decided that it isn't really all that similar- after all, you can't have an FF/M bondage-tickling story without two Fs, one M, some bondage, and some tickling.
Plus which, there are NO clown gloves in my story. And there never will be. Never. Not... even... one.
Not even if you look in the corner, behind the bookcase. :blink
So, without more ado, here's my first TT story post. I hope you all enjoy-
WEDDED BLISS
At age 21 I married Amelia, my high-school sweetheart. She had been the first and only one (as far as I knew then, anyway- I'll explain in a few minutes) to learn my secret- not only am I insanely ticklish, but being tickled gets me incredibly horny. Hot-bodied, red-haired Amelia took shameless advantage of my weakness all through adolescence and high school, then on into college, knowing that if there was anything she wanted, all she had to do was pin me down and use those naughty fingers. Soon I would be begging to give her whatever she wanted- concert tickets, new earrings, a new car, a wedding ring- if she would only tickle my cock and let me cum.
On our wedding night, Amelia tied me down in bed for the first time and I discovered the joys of being completely helpless, totally at her mercy. I thought Amy had been sadistic before, but that was nothing compared to now when she had ultimate power. She would tickle me relentlessly, deviously, in every most sensitive spot, for hours on end, until her own horniness finally made her mount me and fuck me til we both came- still tickling me the whole time, of course. And when she first tried feathers... 😀
Our life of tickling bliss went on for four years until Amy's divorced mother, Joan, moved in with us. What I had never known was that Joan's alimony payments had stopped when Amelia turned 21. With the economy the way it was, she had never found a good job. Joan had been mainly living off her savings ever since... and now that the money was gone, she had no choice but to move out of her hotel and into our tiny apartment with us.
It wasn't easy living with my young wife and my mother-in-law at the same time. One thing that was especially hard, was my cock. Amelia got her looks from her mom, and Joan was still gorgeous at age 45. She was a classic MILF. Joan was a natural beauty, 5'4" tall with short, dark-auburn hair, deep brown eyes, a trim, athletic figure, firm 34-B breasts, dancer's legs, and an ass that wouldn't quit. Worse, both she and Amy were in the habit of walking around the apartment half-nude if not completely so, and Joan was not the least bit embarassed by me seeing her in a filmy, see-through nightgown so short that it scarcely covered her curvaceous bare ass, or a skimpy bra and panties- or even less. And the first time she "accidentally" dropped her phone, and bent to pick it up- granting me a long, lingering view of her nightie riding up over her full hips, revealing her perfect ass and the the slit of her pussy... I replayed the moment in my dreams for weeks afterwards.
Just as frustrating were Joan's flirtatious ways. She was constantly patting me on the ass when I walked near her, going out of her way to rub her body up against me when we were together in our tiny kitchen or passing in the narrow hallway. Soon Joan was appearing in my fantasies alongside her daughter. Worst (and best) of all was the night Joan walked in on me in the master bedroom. She was wearing nothing but a tiny, black silk thong and black spike heels. I was stark naked, with my cock in hand, and I had been masturbating... while fantasizing about her. I must have blushed a few extra shades of red, because the look in her eye told me she understood instantly who I was thinking of as I stroked my cock. Joan was my fantasy, she had just walked in looking exactly as I pictured her as I jerked off, and she knew it. But she didn't say a word. She just smiled knowingly, and, with an admiring glance at my throbbing erection, grabbed one of Amy's little black dresses from the closet and slowly strolled out again, giving me a great view of her perfect ass as she walked out. I came in record time after that.
Imagine my predicament, dear reader. I was in a state of constant arousal, yet I was unable to indulge in my favorite activity- letting my wife tie and tickle me insane before fucking me crazy- because her mother was on the other side of the thin bedroom wall and would hear my laughter. I just couldn't face trying to explain to Joan what her daughter and I did all night.
Finally, one night, I suggested to Amelia that we have a tickling session- but that she could gag me, so her mom wouldn't hear me laughing. Amy quickly agreed and, going to her dresser, got out a large kerchief that would do the job. In retrospect, maybe I should have been suspicious about how quickly she found it- but at that point I wasn't thinking about anything except how long it had been since I had been tied and tickle-tortured to satisfaction. I stripped and lay spread-eagle as Amelia tied me to the bedposts. As always, she did an expert job of bondage, and I couldn't move an inch. Then the kerchief went into my mouth and was tied around the back of my neck.
"Let's test the gag," suggested Amy. "Try shouting now, and if it doesn't work, I'll untie you quick, before Mom comes to see what's happening." "Mmmmmf!" I yelled. "Louder!" she commanded. "MMMffff!!" "LOUDER, slave!!" Amelia ordered, swatting me on the ass. "MMMMMMMF!!!!!" I yelled, my cheek stinging. "Yes, that should do the trick," Amelia said with a satisfied smile.
Amelia stood astride me on the bed and began stripping, slowly, letting me enjoy the show- first dropping her skirt, showing off her long legs, then removing her top and her bra, revealing her 36C breasts with their erect, dark nipples, turning full circle to show off her perfect ass before finally peeling off her panties, exposing her shaved pussy, already wet with arousal. Amy knelt astride my ribcage and started lightly tickling my right armpit with one finger, while with her right hand she began caressing and massaging her wet vagina. She kept tickling back and forth across my chest, tickling and teasing my nipples, making me laugh into my gag. She tickled over into my left armpit, still caressing herself. I squirmed helplessly under her as she tickled more ruthlessly, using all the fingers of her left hand now, as she stroked herself faster in time with the tickling. She gasped aloud as I laughed and struggled more violently, her nipples becoming engorged and dark red as she slid her middle finger deep into her pussy, stroking her clit, tickling me, masturbating and tickling more frantically, making me writhe frantically under her, my helpless arousal as always increasing her pleasure, making her respond, bringing on her orgasm, finally making her scream out loud in pleasure as I screamed laughter into the gag.
Amy caught her breath, then used both hands to tickle down my waist to my throbbing cock and balls. Reaching into the bedside table, she got out her assortment of feathers, laid them out on the bed beside me and... stopped.
"Did you hear my phone ring?" Amy asked innocently. "It's probably work. I suppose I'll have to go in to the office. It shouldn't take more than a few hours." Completely nude, Amelia strode to the bedroom door and walked out, leaving the door open, with me naked, helpless, tied down and gagged.
"AMMMLLA!!" I yelled. "HHLLFFFF!!!! MMFFRMMRRRMMMNNN!!!!!"
"Hello?" called a voice outside the open door. "Is someone there?" And Joan, completely nude and more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen (except for her daughter), came into the bedroom.
"Oh my, Lee. I thought I heard a noise in here. Did Amelia leave you here like this?" she asked, climbing into the bed with me, crawling towards me on all fours, like a hunting tigress. "How naughty of her. And how awful of her to tempt me like this, when she has known since you were both still in school that I had a crush on you...."
My cock throbbed as Joan prowled closer to me. Her erect nipples and rapid breathing showed that she was as aroused as I was. One firm breast brushed against my thigh, then her right nipple lightly, deliberately grazed against the head of my cock, tickling me, making me moan in frustration. Joan continued slowly crawling up my helpless body, giving me a good long look, getting me more and more aroused, until I was hornier than I had ever been in my life, even with Amelia; and meanwhile, her throaty, seductive voice filled my universe...
"You must have known I wanted you. Didn't you wonder why I'm always brushing up against you, or how come I'm always 'accidentally' walking in on you in the shower, or when you're changing clothes... or when you're handling that big tool of yours? Mm-hmm, that was so-oo sexy. Were you thinking about me that day? Oooh, I can tell by the way you blush, you were! You were playing with yourself and thinking about Momma!"
Joan knelt down next to me, whispering in my ear, her soft breath tickling. " Didn't you wonder why I'm always walking around the apartment almost nude, letting you 'catch' me half-dressed? I've been trying to seduce you, ever since you started dating Amy," she said, laying down next to me, pressing her firm breasts against me, tickling her fingers through my triangle of pubic hair, tickling the base of my cock and around my shaved balls, making me jump and moan in frustration and pleasure. Joan acted surprised. "Oh, my. You're very sensitive, aren't you? Are you ticklish here? Hahaha.... Ooo, look at you squirm," she cooed delightedly, as her wicked fingernails danced over my helpless balls, up my shaft, to the head of my cock, then back down again, mercilessly teasing. Meanwhile Joan was still whispering seductively in my ear.....
"You've always had a crush on me too, haven't you? I've seen all the little looks you gave me. I knew you always wanted me, too. Have you ever fantasized about having Amy and me at the same time? Who knows? Maybe this is your lucky night... but first... I've been wanting to do this ever since the first time I 'accidentally' walked in on you in the shower at our house when you were eighteen..."
Joan moved down and knelt between my spread legs, then bent down and took the head of my aching cock between her soft, wet lips. I started weeping at how gently and lovingly she sucked my cock. At the same time, she lightly tickled my balls with one hand, while with the other she firmly stroked my perinium. Her tongue swirled over my sensitive glans as she kept sucking gently, her soft wet lips moving up and down the end of my shaft, sucking my cockhead gently in and out of her mouth, and all the while she gently tickled me with one hand, and stroked from my balls to my anus with the other. As my hips started bucking and I approached orgasm, Joan stopped stroking and instead tickled my perinium with one finger, while with her pinky she gently tickled me right on my puckered anus. Amelia had never touched or tickled me there. The sensation was unbelievable! I started cumming uncontrollably, screaming into my gag, feeling as if my soul itself was pouring out through my cock into Joan's mouth. Even her daughter could have taken some pointers from Joan's technique, I decided afterwards. It was the blow job by which I would measure all others for the rest of my life. I came and came as Joan greedily swallowed and sucked until every drop was gone.
Joan then crawled back up and kissed me on the cheek. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," she whispered. "It's been a long time. And now, I see that Amelia left some feathers out on the bed. You know, she told me your secret years ago. You like to be tickled until you cum. But I know another secret... it's why Amy's father left me. You see, he couldn't stand being tickled....and I couldn't resist tickling, especially once I learned the secret... that if I make you cum first, then afterwards.. you're even more ticklish," she said, picking up a feather and aiming it at my quivering cock. "Wanna see? Well... you don't have a choice, 'cause I'm gonna tickle you until you beg me to let you cum again. Oh, but you have a gag on, so you can't beg... so I guess I'll just tickle you forever! Tickle... tickle... tickle!!!"
My erection, which had never truly gone away, had been throbbing and growing again since the moment Joan picked up the feather; and when she brushed the long, soft vanes along my shaft, it was like an electrical current through my cock. I had never been tickled by anything so intensely as by that single feather in the hand of this devious, talented, infinitely sexy woman. I had managed to forget that this was my wife's mother- at this point, she was simply the sexiest woman in the universe. Even though she had never tickled me before, it was as if she knew intimately every most ticklish spot from the base of my cock up to the head, and set out to tease each spot individually until I was insane with laughter and with lust. She could not have tickled my penis like this for more than about fifteen or twenty minutes, but subjectively it felt like a lifetime. At every throb of my cock, she would chuckle warmly, sexily. Joan laid herself down across my chest and wrapped her body around mine, all her attention on my cock and balls. It felt like they were the center of the universe, my balls felt like boulders, my cock was ten feet tall, and Joan was slowly, gently tickling and tormenting every helpless, horny inch. Even worse, she soon took up another feather and began teasing my vulnerable balls, too. Now I almost regretted letting Amy talk me into shaving them... my smooth skin was ultra-sensitive, the kiss of every feather touch was enough to drive me insane as Joan slowly, agonizingly circled around each testicle, then ran the feather up and down between them- varying her technique, never letting me anticipate what was coming next- left to right and back again, then up and down, now zig-zags across my contracted balls, and now feathering down the base of my balls along my perinium and around my anus. I nearly jumped off the bed when the feather reached that spot, but Joan just chuckled in her low, sexy voice and kept stroking the tip of the feather over my puckered asshole, causing sensations I had never even imagined- and meanwhile still teasing my cock with the other feather. I was in agony, I was in bliss, I didn't know what I was in any more. I couldn't stand another second of it and I wanted it to go on forever. I felt my muscles clench... I was on the edge... I was ready to cum again... and when Joan whispered, "Now, baby," I thought she was telling me to cum... my cock stiffened... I was almost there....
But she wasn't talking to me. She was talking to Amelia, who at some point had crept back into the bedroom and had been watching the whole thing. Amy now started tickling my feet with both hands, breaking the momentum of my orgasm, sending me screaming off into fresh realms of laughter, while my wicked mother-in-law continued torturing my helpless, hairless cock and balls. Amy had always been an evil genius at foot tickling. Her technique was flawless and varied unpredictably, so just as I was starting to get used to her nails scratching over my helpless heels, she would start tickling between my toes- and when that no longer drove me sufficiently insane, she would lightly dance her fingertips along my arches. But never had I been forced to suffer Amy's foot tickling in combination with anything like Joan's evil cock-tickling torment! Between the two of them, mother and daughter were driving me out of my mind with laughter on one hand and lust on the other!
Amy was soon varying her technique even more, tickling my feet while simultaneously licking and sucking my hairy toes, giving me ten simulated blow jobs all while tickling me out of my mind. She had never done anything like this before- I wondered if her mother had given her the idea- but right now all I could do was laugh and moan through my gag. Having my toes sucked while Joan tickled and teased my balls and penis was uber-hot, but the continued foot-tickling distracted me so that I still could not quite cum. By now I had been kept hanging on the edge of orgasm for almost two hours. Semen was leaking from the head of my cock, and Joan kept slowly, seductively, licking it off- but without stroking or sucking, preventing me from cumming, keeping me on the brink.....
I had no idea how long Amy and her mother had been tickle-torturing me, but I had still not been allowed to get any closer to cumming. Joan had been kneeling over me, tickling me with only one hand for quite a while now, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that her other hand was sneaking down to her neatly trimmed, reddish-brown snatch to caress herself, or moving up stroke her firm breasts, tweaking her hard nipples. Clearly she was as horny as I was, which I remembered she had been since she first came into the room. Obviously Amelia saw it too, because she broke off her merciless torturing of my feet, sat up, and gently slipped an arm around her mother's waist. Joan stopped tickling me and looked up at her daughter, who stared solemnly back at her, looking her straight in the eye.
"Mom," Amy said. "Go ahead and go through with what we planned. We've teased him long enough, he's going to explode in another minute, and you can't wait any longer yourself. It's time." "Are you really sure?" Joan asked, sounding torn, sounding desperate. "Tickling and sucking is one thing, but...." "Mom," replied Amelia firmly. "We agreed. You've been alone too long. You need this. We both love you. And Lee wants it too, he just can't let himself admit it, out of loyalty to me. But it's all right," she continued, looking lovingly at me, softly caressing my cheek. "I want you to make love with my mother. She's been so long without a good man, and you're the best man either of us have ever known." My eyes went wide, staring back at my wife in astonishment, but she just nodded in confirmation, with a grin and a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Baby," Joan whispered, touching Amy's long red hair. "Oh, Amelia, thank you. You're right, I do need this. There's really no substitute for a good hard cock, even though...." and as she trailed off, she stroked Amy's face, caressed her graceful neck and shoulder, then gently stroked her left breast, running her thumb over the erect red nipple, before sliding her hand down around her daughter's waist to caress and massage her ass. Amy responded by sliding a hand firmly behind her mother's neck and pulling her close, kissing her softly, full on the mouth, their lips parting, tongues touching. What were they doing with each other here, all those times I got stuck working overtime all night? I wondered, but only in the back of my mind, because mainly I was thinking that this was the sexiest thing I had ever seen- my hot wife and her equally hot mom, nude, making out, and getting ready to tickle and fuck me silly. My engorged cock throbbed in anticipation, releasing a single pearly drop of cum. Every nerve in my body was on fire, waiting for the release that I was dying for.
Then Joan was swinging one long dancer's leg over me, straddling my waist, while she started tickling my ribs and underarms as Amy returned to tickling my feet. I began howling laughter into the gag again, almost too frantic to realize that Joan had slid my stiff cock into her hot, wet pussy. The tickling that she and Amy were inflicting on me made me writhe and squirm so that it took only a few moments of Joan's grinding her clitoris against the base of my cock to bring herself to a gasping orgasm. She paused for a moment to catch her breath, leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, whispered, "I love you, Lee. I've always loved you," and then began slowly and smoothly humping me, sliding her tight pussy along my engorged shaft. She slid her hands along my neck to find and untie the gag, finally allowing me to gasp and scream and laugh aloud as Joan fucked me. Amy laid down beside me, reaching in to tickle my ribs and underarms, tickling her mother's belly and breasts, making her giggle like a teenager, whispering, "It's OK, Lee, I want you to cum now, we both want you to cum now, I love you, Mom loves you, I love you both so much, I want you both to have this, Mom needs this so much, please give this to her, please make her happy, cum for mama, baby, cum inside her like you cum inside me, baby, cum to mama, please cum for mama like you do for me! Tickle tickle, Lee! Tickle tickle tickle!!! Tickle tickle tickle!!!!!"
Joan quickly joined in, tickling my ribs along with Amy and chanting, "Tickle tickle tickle!! Tickle tickle tickle!!!!" It was too much. My incredibly sexy mother-in-law fucking me, and my wife laying next to me egging me on, while they both tickled me crazy, pushed me over the edge into the orgasm of my young lifetime. I came and came, until I thought I would pass out. Joan joined me with another orgasm of her own, and Amy either had been masturbating with her free hand, or was so turned on that she came spontaneously. The three of us screamed together in ecstasy.
After, as we cuddled on the king-size bed, one hot body on either side of me, Amy whispered, "Y'know, Lee, Mom is very very ticklish herself... and there's something you've never tried... you've always been so into being tied up and tickled, that you've never had the chance to tickle someone else...." And when I turned in surprise to look at Joan, it was to find her nodding and smiling back at me, confirming silently that I was going to get to tie her up and tickle her to orgasm, too.
But that's a story for another time.....
