Mother-in-law tickle torture "The consequences of adultery" part 2 m/f
Disclaimer: All of this is a work of fiction. The only truth is that I have a sexy, ticklish mother-in-law whom I would love to tickle the crap out of. Her marriage life isn’t great, but nothing close to what I described.
First part is here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...orture-quot-The-consequences-of-adultery-quot
Previously: A son-in-law caught his mother-in-law cheating and blackmailed her to tickle torture sessions both with him and with strangers. Two fetishists agreed to pay some cash and tickle tortured the crap out of Mary. But the villain son-in-law needs more money as he is in debt with some shady figures…
I cut the material into three clips - upperbody, lowerbody and full one.They started being sold. I browsed all the main porn services to fight piracy and so far I succeeded. Later I wouldn’t care but at the moment every penny counted for me. And it was pure profit for me - the model was unpaid, the professional bondage and light was paid by someone else, the camera I already had. Many people liked both “real life” woman and mature models. It had an amateur feel but with a decent quality - soon I had another thousand bucks and the counter was still ticking.
Then I remembered my upskirt clip and how good her ass looked in those. I posted on some portals and in a few hours I had three guys booked for an “upskirt hunt” adventure and one for an upskirt photo and video session.
I called Mary, ordered her to dress up and meet me at the bus stop in forty minutes. She was on time, wearing sexy, summer dress this time. It was ending slightly above her knees, but it was flared and white with a floral pattern. She had her hat and her jewelry on and looked classy. The first guy was already there and paid me half a cash. Now he was standing nearby, ready with the camera concealed in his bag.
I greeted Mary and immediately distracted her with showing her some advertisement leaflets. The client saw his chance. He came closer and slipped the bag under her dress. The tram arrived. I let Mary go first up the steps and let the guy go before me. Inside I continued to chat and he continued tapping. Two stops later he decided that’s enough, gave me discretely my payment and left.
The second one was waiting in the shopping mall, also with a bagcam. I dragged Mary through a few shops mai, often making her bend t see something I pretended to want to buy, rode an escalator upstairs with the client trailing close behind. Finally, as previously agreed, he came to us and greeted me like an old friend.
- Hi Vlad! So here I am.
- Hi, Paul! Mom, that’s my friend Paul. Paul, that’s Mary, my mom-in-law.
They exchanged greetings and we talked for a while. I noticed he just wanted to take a frontal shot up her dress. After a minute or so I went straight to business.
- So, do you have the money for me?
- Of course! - Paul immediately handled me an envelope with my hundred dollars. Then he excused himself and left.
- He owed me some cash - I “explained”. As he was planning to do some shopping, we arranged a meeting…
- He seemed nervous - Mary observed. She was right, the guy was shaking with excitement and an adrenaline rush.
- Oh, I think he lives in stress lately - I admitted - Financial problems, you know…
Mary seemed to buy it and soon dismissed the whole thing from her mind. Now it was time for our third journey We went to the city walls, when we met my third customer. It was slightly more difficult, because he was using his phone only, but between two open staircases, a spiral stairs to the tower and a catwalk over the city wall I managed to give him some opportunities both for bare eye peeping and making some films up her dress. He left me an envelope with cash, which I covertly picked up.
But that was not all for today. It was time to tell Mary.
- What! Me, a model? Are you kidding! I am way too old for that! - she was shocked and completely disbelieving.
It took me a while to convince her that there are many men who like mature women and that it would be fun. Finally she agreed without forcing me to bully her again with a threat of busting her. Soon we met our last (for Mary - the first) customer those day. He was a semi-pro photographer and has all the lights and screens and a female assistant. That worked miracles. Mary relaxed and let herself be guided by the woman.
The guy also was acting like a pro. He started with some casual shots. Then he made her sit on steps and low walls, which showed a bit more of her legs. Then she started posing sideways, with her knees up in the air. Her dress rode up admirably, showing her thighs. Unnoticed by her the assistant was filming the whole session on camera at the angle that showed Mary panties. But her attention was on the photographer and she didn’t realize it at all.
Finally he also slowly changed the angle. Mary blushed and made a move to cover herself but after a while she allowed to snap her panties as well. Then he made her sit with legs apart, bend, squat, climb stairs, whirl - used all the ways to make her show as much as possible. She slowly started to enjoy it and even became flirtatious, inventing some seductive poses, blowing kisses etc. Every now and then she remembered how much she was showing at that moment and blushed, or protested that “it shows too much”. Two or three times she screamed and covered herself when noticing some passersby guys look up her dress.
At the end there was time for some tickling pictures. Mary stood at the bottom of the spiral staircase, raised her arms and grabbed the rail above her head. Then I stood behind her and started tickling her waist, ribs and armpits. I wasn’t very hard on her, just to make her smile and writhe and giggle but light enough to let her retain her hold on the rails. Then we sat on steps and I took her feet into my lap, tickling them lightly. Mary giggled and wriggled, but also managed to hold her feet in place.
Next we spread the blanket on the grass and I engaged Mary in a tickle fight, that was both photographed and videotaped. This time I tickled as hard as I could, pinning her in various positions and going from one tickle spot to another. She laughed and writhed under me, unsuccessfully trying to defend herself. After a while I found a perfect position. I flipped her on the stomach and laid across her calves, blocking the knees as well. I had her defenseless soles right in front of me and both hands free to scratch the vulnerable skin. After a while I turned to the other side, flipped her skirt uncovering her butt and attacked her soft thighs and round buttocks. Due to her age and condition the mobility of her joints was impaired and she was unable to wiggle sideways to try to defend herself. She just had to stay on her stomach, laughing her head off. I alternated between her thighs (more ticklish) and ass (more pleasant to tickle), soon making her hysterical. Adding to her misery passers bys started to gawk and even take pictures of her shapely ass and laughing face. I grand finale, tickling her soles non stop for three minutes, while she was laughing, thrashing under me and pitifully begging me to stop.
When she was finally released she was beet red from embarrassment and slapped me on my arm, but I was the last in store for her that day. On my way home I noticed one guy who was a very interested onlooker during the shoot following us. I was curious what he was up to, so I pretended I haven’t noticed anything. His intentions were revealed when we were entering the bus. He pushed himself behind Mary and just when she boarded the bus his hand disappeared under her dress and suddenly she yelped and jumped, when her ass cheek was heartily pinched. She turned around, but the guy was sneaky and there were at least three suspects, including me. She had to let it go.
Next day I booked our second tickle torture session. The requirements were much more daring, than with “Bob and Rob” so the price was higher. We settled for 2000. Negotiations with Mary were a lot tougher. She gave up only when I dialed Stan’s number and hovered my finger over “connect” button. In the evening I picked her up from her home. We fabricated the tale that we together work on something special for both Stan’s and my wife’s birthdays (the dates were separated only by a few days and we did that before, so it was a believable lie). This time it was a private apartment. To stay on safe side I sent one of my friends the address and agreed that if I don’t call by tomorrow morning, or I would call but wouldn't say the “safeword” “nice and shiny” he’d call the cops. You see, I didn’t know the guy we were going to. The only thing I knew that he was wealthy enough to spend 2K for one hour of pleasure and that he liked to torture women. That might mean, that he is not above hitting me on my head or force me to swim with cement shoes just to keep his tickle toy or sell her to some other wealthy creep.
The apartment was in an enclosed area, with fences, security etc. We were allowed to an inner parking lot. then the female assistant (again, a smart move) took us to the elevator and ushered us almost straight to the apartment. I was given a drink and Mary was taken to the bedroom for preparations. Then it came our host. He was everything you can imagine from the circumstances - tall, handsome, wearing good clothes. He shook my hands, we discussed the terms, he gave me an envelope and in a few minutes we were told that everything is ready. He donned a “Zorro” mask and we entered the bedroom.
Mary was waiting for us, bound and naked. She was looking fabulous. All her sexy curves displayed, a mess of salt-and-pepper pubic hair covering her crotch. A tight rope tied her hands to the hook in the ceiling. Her feet were chained together and the third end of the chain was connected to the ring in the floor to prevent kicking. Her glasses were removed, so you can clearly see her blue eyes under long lashes. She was looking at us with myopic eyes, trying to see what’s coming.
When we approached and she saw where our stares went, she blushed and wriggled. But of course she could do nothing to cover herself. I took a seat in a comfortable armchair in the corner and ticked the timer. The client walked straight to her. He started with kissing her lips. She stiffened and didn’t return the kiss, but he seemed not to mind. He then cupped her breast, pushing them gently up and lowered his head, starting scratching the top of her breast with his rugged chin. As you might remember, that Mary was sensitive to that, so immediately she started giggling and writhing. “Zorro” enjoyed it for a while, then changed his grip. His thumbs found her nipples and started massaging them. Mary gasped. Still tickled on her breasts she had to giggle, but started also to moan. Now he alternating between tickling her breasts and kissing and licking them, making her breath harder and moan louder and louder. I already knew that my wife could be brought to climax just by breast petting and it seemed that the same would be true for her mother.
But “Zorro” had other plans. As she was about to cum, he stopped he breast petting and before she could recover he lunged for her armpits. Her shriek almost deafened me and was immediately followed by a wail of desperate laughter. Unable even to beg, Mary threw her head away and almost literally laughed it off, thrashing violently. She definitely had troubles breathing, but as long as she was able to laugh, her tormentor didn’t care. And she laughed, oh yeah, she laughed like never before! Don’t get me wrong, Bob and Rob got her really good. But then, even laughing the hardest, she fought and tried to resist it. But with “Zorro” she couldn’t. Her laughter was, like, unrestrained - no barriers left. Besides, sexual stimulation added to her laughter low, musky, sexy tones.
For several minutes he kept her on a verge of utter hysteria, then stopped.Mary sagged in her bonds, trying to catch some breath. He let her rest for a minute or two, then again leaned his face toward her breasts.
- No, please, no anymore! - Mary cried, but she was ignored. Soon she started to giggle as his rubbed chin scratched her skin. He grabbed her boobs, fondling them and pushing them towards his face. A yelp, followed by giggly moans indicated, that her nipples were again found by his fingers or his tongue. Then, just as she was about to explode, he stopped and again lunged for her armpits. Once again she was rewarded with a howl of wild laughter. And again she had to stay hysterical for several minutes.
He repeated the cycle two more times, each time getting more desperate responses. After the last time I signalled five minutes break - the one prearranged that did not count to the overall time. She sagged in her bonds, breathing heavily, self conscious from the effort and the lack of oxygen. She sprung to activity when the break was over and “Zorro” approached her again. Frantic “No, please, I can’t stand it anymore!” proved as futile as her previous begging and soon she was thrashing in her bonds, trying to escape the inescapable and laughing with a renewed force.
He started with her armpits and breast kissing again, but soon his hands started kneading her soft, ticklish sides. It was enough to keep her hysterical. Then he kneeled and added tummy raspberries to rib tickling. Every zerbert was greeted with a loud squeal. But that wasn’t the end of his ideas. There was a time for a grand finale. His head moved even lower and, despite Mary’s protests, his face was buried into her bush. His hands grabbed her ass so she couldn’t wriggle away and soon a yelp and moans announced, that his tongue found a desired target. As on some unseen signal a the female assistant walked into the room, stood behind Mary and started tickling her armpits - not with a full strength but enough to force her to laugh. The view was incredibly sexy. Mary’s laughing face, her big, but not huge, bouncing tits with erect nipples and man’s head buried in her crotch, eating her pussy.
This time he let her cum. A loud scream of pleasure confirmed that. He rose and hugged her tight. One of his hands rested on her butt, pulling her body toward his. The other went to her side. After a brief pause he nodded to his assistant. She resumed armpit tickling, this time as hard as she could and he attacked her ribs and started kissing, nuzzling, licking and blowing raspberries into the side of her neck. The last three minutes of her ordeal Mary spent squirming in his embrace, rubbing his body with her naked one. And, of course. laughing her head off.
Finally the tickle time was over. Our host went out without a word. The assistant told me to wait there, unstrapped Mary and led her, weak and stiff from all the laughing and thrashing, to the dressing room. A few minutes later they returned, my mother-in-law fully clothed and somehow refreshed and we were led to the car. Driving away I phoned my friend and gave a safeword. Mary sat beside me, silent and not looking my way. My head was full of theimages of her latest ordeal. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled off the road, found some remote parking spot and ordered her to move to the back seat and tied her there in a T position. She didn’t resist at all. Her stoical demeanor disappeared the second I started scratching her armpits. Soon I get her laughing, writhing and begging for mercy. You could tell she was exhausted, but she had enough strength left to become hysterical once more, just for me.
I allowed myself a good quarter of fun, before I reluctantly stopped. As the cherry on the top I kissed her while tickling lightly under her arm with one hand and on her thigh just below the panty line with the second. Unexpectedly she returned the kiss, giggling slightly from my tickles. I untied her and we returned to the front seat, driving home.
- It was really mean of you to let this man tickle me like that and do all that naughty things! - said Mary after a while. - I thought I would die from laughter! I hope it was the last time!
- Wouldn't count on that - I replied with a somehow cruel smile. I still need a looot of money!
to be continued
Disclaimer: All of this is a work of fiction. The only truth is that I have a sexy, ticklish mother-in-law whom I would love to tickle the crap out of. Her marriage life isn’t great, but nothing close to what I described.
First part is here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...orture-quot-The-consequences-of-adultery-quot
Previously: A son-in-law caught his mother-in-law cheating and blackmailed her to tickle torture sessions both with him and with strangers. Two fetishists agreed to pay some cash and tickle tortured the crap out of Mary. But the villain son-in-law needs more money as he is in debt with some shady figures…
I cut the material into three clips - upperbody, lowerbody and full one.They started being sold. I browsed all the main porn services to fight piracy and so far I succeeded. Later I wouldn’t care but at the moment every penny counted for me. And it was pure profit for me - the model was unpaid, the professional bondage and light was paid by someone else, the camera I already had. Many people liked both “real life” woman and mature models. It had an amateur feel but with a decent quality - soon I had another thousand bucks and the counter was still ticking.
Then I remembered my upskirt clip and how good her ass looked in those. I posted on some portals and in a few hours I had three guys booked for an “upskirt hunt” adventure and one for an upskirt photo and video session.
I called Mary, ordered her to dress up and meet me at the bus stop in forty minutes. She was on time, wearing sexy, summer dress this time. It was ending slightly above her knees, but it was flared and white with a floral pattern. She had her hat and her jewelry on and looked classy. The first guy was already there and paid me half a cash. Now he was standing nearby, ready with the camera concealed in his bag.
I greeted Mary and immediately distracted her with showing her some advertisement leaflets. The client saw his chance. He came closer and slipped the bag under her dress. The tram arrived. I let Mary go first up the steps and let the guy go before me. Inside I continued to chat and he continued tapping. Two stops later he decided that’s enough, gave me discretely my payment and left.
The second one was waiting in the shopping mall, also with a bagcam. I dragged Mary through a few shops mai, often making her bend t see something I pretended to want to buy, rode an escalator upstairs with the client trailing close behind. Finally, as previously agreed, he came to us and greeted me like an old friend.
- Hi Vlad! So here I am.
- Hi, Paul! Mom, that’s my friend Paul. Paul, that’s Mary, my mom-in-law.
They exchanged greetings and we talked for a while. I noticed he just wanted to take a frontal shot up her dress. After a minute or so I went straight to business.
- So, do you have the money for me?
- Of course! - Paul immediately handled me an envelope with my hundred dollars. Then he excused himself and left.
- He owed me some cash - I “explained”. As he was planning to do some shopping, we arranged a meeting…
- He seemed nervous - Mary observed. She was right, the guy was shaking with excitement and an adrenaline rush.
- Oh, I think he lives in stress lately - I admitted - Financial problems, you know…
Mary seemed to buy it and soon dismissed the whole thing from her mind. Now it was time for our third journey We went to the city walls, when we met my third customer. It was slightly more difficult, because he was using his phone only, but between two open staircases, a spiral stairs to the tower and a catwalk over the city wall I managed to give him some opportunities both for bare eye peeping and making some films up her dress. He left me an envelope with cash, which I covertly picked up.
But that was not all for today. It was time to tell Mary.
- What! Me, a model? Are you kidding! I am way too old for that! - she was shocked and completely disbelieving.
It took me a while to convince her that there are many men who like mature women and that it would be fun. Finally she agreed without forcing me to bully her again with a threat of busting her. Soon we met our last (for Mary - the first) customer those day. He was a semi-pro photographer and has all the lights and screens and a female assistant. That worked miracles. Mary relaxed and let herself be guided by the woman.
The guy also was acting like a pro. He started with some casual shots. Then he made her sit on steps and low walls, which showed a bit more of her legs. Then she started posing sideways, with her knees up in the air. Her dress rode up admirably, showing her thighs. Unnoticed by her the assistant was filming the whole session on camera at the angle that showed Mary panties. But her attention was on the photographer and she didn’t realize it at all.
Finally he also slowly changed the angle. Mary blushed and made a move to cover herself but after a while she allowed to snap her panties as well. Then he made her sit with legs apart, bend, squat, climb stairs, whirl - used all the ways to make her show as much as possible. She slowly started to enjoy it and even became flirtatious, inventing some seductive poses, blowing kisses etc. Every now and then she remembered how much she was showing at that moment and blushed, or protested that “it shows too much”. Two or three times she screamed and covered herself when noticing some passersby guys look up her dress.
At the end there was time for some tickling pictures. Mary stood at the bottom of the spiral staircase, raised her arms and grabbed the rail above her head. Then I stood behind her and started tickling her waist, ribs and armpits. I wasn’t very hard on her, just to make her smile and writhe and giggle but light enough to let her retain her hold on the rails. Then we sat on steps and I took her feet into my lap, tickling them lightly. Mary giggled and wriggled, but also managed to hold her feet in place.
Next we spread the blanket on the grass and I engaged Mary in a tickle fight, that was both photographed and videotaped. This time I tickled as hard as I could, pinning her in various positions and going from one tickle spot to another. She laughed and writhed under me, unsuccessfully trying to defend herself. After a while I found a perfect position. I flipped her on the stomach and laid across her calves, blocking the knees as well. I had her defenseless soles right in front of me and both hands free to scratch the vulnerable skin. After a while I turned to the other side, flipped her skirt uncovering her butt and attacked her soft thighs and round buttocks. Due to her age and condition the mobility of her joints was impaired and she was unable to wiggle sideways to try to defend herself. She just had to stay on her stomach, laughing her head off. I alternated between her thighs (more ticklish) and ass (more pleasant to tickle), soon making her hysterical. Adding to her misery passers bys started to gawk and even take pictures of her shapely ass and laughing face. I grand finale, tickling her soles non stop for three minutes, while she was laughing, thrashing under me and pitifully begging me to stop.
When she was finally released she was beet red from embarrassment and slapped me on my arm, but I was the last in store for her that day. On my way home I noticed one guy who was a very interested onlooker during the shoot following us. I was curious what he was up to, so I pretended I haven’t noticed anything. His intentions were revealed when we were entering the bus. He pushed himself behind Mary and just when she boarded the bus his hand disappeared under her dress and suddenly she yelped and jumped, when her ass cheek was heartily pinched. She turned around, but the guy was sneaky and there were at least three suspects, including me. She had to let it go.
Next day I booked our second tickle torture session. The requirements were much more daring, than with “Bob and Rob” so the price was higher. We settled for 2000. Negotiations with Mary were a lot tougher. She gave up only when I dialed Stan’s number and hovered my finger over “connect” button. In the evening I picked her up from her home. We fabricated the tale that we together work on something special for both Stan’s and my wife’s birthdays (the dates were separated only by a few days and we did that before, so it was a believable lie). This time it was a private apartment. To stay on safe side I sent one of my friends the address and agreed that if I don’t call by tomorrow morning, or I would call but wouldn't say the “safeword” “nice and shiny” he’d call the cops. You see, I didn’t know the guy we were going to. The only thing I knew that he was wealthy enough to spend 2K for one hour of pleasure and that he liked to torture women. That might mean, that he is not above hitting me on my head or force me to swim with cement shoes just to keep his tickle toy or sell her to some other wealthy creep.
The apartment was in an enclosed area, with fences, security etc. We were allowed to an inner parking lot. then the female assistant (again, a smart move) took us to the elevator and ushered us almost straight to the apartment. I was given a drink and Mary was taken to the bedroom for preparations. Then it came our host. He was everything you can imagine from the circumstances - tall, handsome, wearing good clothes. He shook my hands, we discussed the terms, he gave me an envelope and in a few minutes we were told that everything is ready. He donned a “Zorro” mask and we entered the bedroom.
Mary was waiting for us, bound and naked. She was looking fabulous. All her sexy curves displayed, a mess of salt-and-pepper pubic hair covering her crotch. A tight rope tied her hands to the hook in the ceiling. Her feet were chained together and the third end of the chain was connected to the ring in the floor to prevent kicking. Her glasses were removed, so you can clearly see her blue eyes under long lashes. She was looking at us with myopic eyes, trying to see what’s coming.
When we approached and she saw where our stares went, she blushed and wriggled. But of course she could do nothing to cover herself. I took a seat in a comfortable armchair in the corner and ticked the timer. The client walked straight to her. He started with kissing her lips. She stiffened and didn’t return the kiss, but he seemed not to mind. He then cupped her breast, pushing them gently up and lowered his head, starting scratching the top of her breast with his rugged chin. As you might remember, that Mary was sensitive to that, so immediately she started giggling and writhing. “Zorro” enjoyed it for a while, then changed his grip. His thumbs found her nipples and started massaging them. Mary gasped. Still tickled on her breasts she had to giggle, but started also to moan. Now he alternating between tickling her breasts and kissing and licking them, making her breath harder and moan louder and louder. I already knew that my wife could be brought to climax just by breast petting and it seemed that the same would be true for her mother.
But “Zorro” had other plans. As she was about to cum, he stopped he breast petting and before she could recover he lunged for her armpits. Her shriek almost deafened me and was immediately followed by a wail of desperate laughter. Unable even to beg, Mary threw her head away and almost literally laughed it off, thrashing violently. She definitely had troubles breathing, but as long as she was able to laugh, her tormentor didn’t care. And she laughed, oh yeah, she laughed like never before! Don’t get me wrong, Bob and Rob got her really good. But then, even laughing the hardest, she fought and tried to resist it. But with “Zorro” she couldn’t. Her laughter was, like, unrestrained - no barriers left. Besides, sexual stimulation added to her laughter low, musky, sexy tones.
For several minutes he kept her on a verge of utter hysteria, then stopped.Mary sagged in her bonds, trying to catch some breath. He let her rest for a minute or two, then again leaned his face toward her breasts.
- No, please, no anymore! - Mary cried, but she was ignored. Soon she started to giggle as his rubbed chin scratched her skin. He grabbed her boobs, fondling them and pushing them towards his face. A yelp, followed by giggly moans indicated, that her nipples were again found by his fingers or his tongue. Then, just as she was about to explode, he stopped and again lunged for her armpits. Once again she was rewarded with a howl of wild laughter. And again she had to stay hysterical for several minutes.
He repeated the cycle two more times, each time getting more desperate responses. After the last time I signalled five minutes break - the one prearranged that did not count to the overall time. She sagged in her bonds, breathing heavily, self conscious from the effort and the lack of oxygen. She sprung to activity when the break was over and “Zorro” approached her again. Frantic “No, please, I can’t stand it anymore!” proved as futile as her previous begging and soon she was thrashing in her bonds, trying to escape the inescapable and laughing with a renewed force.
He started with her armpits and breast kissing again, but soon his hands started kneading her soft, ticklish sides. It was enough to keep her hysterical. Then he kneeled and added tummy raspberries to rib tickling. Every zerbert was greeted with a loud squeal. But that wasn’t the end of his ideas. There was a time for a grand finale. His head moved even lower and, despite Mary’s protests, his face was buried into her bush. His hands grabbed her ass so she couldn’t wriggle away and soon a yelp and moans announced, that his tongue found a desired target. As on some unseen signal a the female assistant walked into the room, stood behind Mary and started tickling her armpits - not with a full strength but enough to force her to laugh. The view was incredibly sexy. Mary’s laughing face, her big, but not huge, bouncing tits with erect nipples and man’s head buried in her crotch, eating her pussy.
This time he let her cum. A loud scream of pleasure confirmed that. He rose and hugged her tight. One of his hands rested on her butt, pulling her body toward his. The other went to her side. After a brief pause he nodded to his assistant. She resumed armpit tickling, this time as hard as she could and he attacked her ribs and started kissing, nuzzling, licking and blowing raspberries into the side of her neck. The last three minutes of her ordeal Mary spent squirming in his embrace, rubbing his body with her naked one. And, of course. laughing her head off.
Finally the tickle time was over. Our host went out without a word. The assistant told me to wait there, unstrapped Mary and led her, weak and stiff from all the laughing and thrashing, to the dressing room. A few minutes later they returned, my mother-in-law fully clothed and somehow refreshed and we were led to the car. Driving away I phoned my friend and gave a safeword. Mary sat beside me, silent and not looking my way. My head was full of theimages of her latest ordeal. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled off the road, found some remote parking spot and ordered her to move to the back seat and tied her there in a T position. She didn’t resist at all. Her stoical demeanor disappeared the second I started scratching her armpits. Soon I get her laughing, writhing and begging for mercy. You could tell she was exhausted, but she had enough strength left to become hysterical once more, just for me.
I allowed myself a good quarter of fun, before I reluctantly stopped. As the cherry on the top I kissed her while tickling lightly under her arm with one hand and on her thigh just below the panty line with the second. Unexpectedly she returned the kiss, giggling slightly from my tickles. I untied her and we returned to the front seat, driving home.
- It was really mean of you to let this man tickle me like that and do all that naughty things! - said Mary after a while. - I thought I would die from laughter! I hope it was the last time!
- Wouldn't count on that - I replied with a somehow cruel smile. I still need a looot of money!
to be continued
