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"The Mother"
Cindy was very upset. She had been dating Tina ever since she came out
of the closet 2 weeks ago, and they had made each other very happy. She
just
fell in love with Tina the first time she ever saw her. And who wouldn't?
Tall, strong features, strawberyy blond hair and big green eyes. Tina had
the best legs Cindy had ever seen, and they ended in a beautiful pair of
feet
that just begged to be worshipped. Cindy was ecstatic when she found out
Tina was also gay, and they had been happily together ever since. Happy,
except for one thing. Cindy's mother refused to accept her daughter's
lifestyle.
Cindy had tried everything to get her mother's approval, but
nothignseemed to work. And now she was coming to stay with Cindy for the
weekend. When she found out that Tina had moved in with her daughter, she
was going to flip out.
So now, Cindy was doing what she always did when she was upset. She
had
put on a pair of cut off sweapants, a tank top, put her long balck hair ina
ponytail, and downed a bowl of ice cream. She was currently lounged out on
the couch, painting her toenails.
The door opened, and Tina came into the apartment. She took one look
at
Cindy and knew something was bothering her.
"Hey honey. what's wrong?"
"Well, remember how I told my mom about us?"
"Yeah. She wasn't too happy."
"Well, she's coming to spend the weekend. When she finds out you live
here, too, who knows what she'll do?"
"Don't worry about it. She'll come around."
Tina sat down at Cindy's feet. She took her right foot in her hands,
and
began to massage it tenderly. She knew Cindy needed to relax, and felt that
a foot massage might help her along.
"Yeah. You know, me and Mom have always been so alike. We always
thought pretty much the same way, and we were like best friends. But these
last 2 weeks have just been Hell on me. I mean, I can't get her to see my
point of view. And that really bothers me. She always got me to look at
things from her point of view, and I just hoped I could have the same effect
on her."
"She was good at arguing, huh?"
"Yeah. She always found SOME way to get through to me. She would use
logic, beg, plead, reason, ANYTHING tog et me to listen."
"Now, I know you can be a stubborn girl. What if you just wouldn't
listen to reason?"
"Well, you want to know her secret weopon?"
"Yeah, I do!"
Tina finished her thorough rubbing of Cindy's right foot, and picked
up
the left one.
"Well, if I was being really stubborn, and just wouldn't even
acknowledge her talking to me, she used to do something that always got to
me."
"What?"
"I don't know. It;s kind of embarressing."
"Come on! You have to tell me know!"
"Oh alright. She used to tickle me."
"Tickle you?"
"Yeah. She would tickle me until I just couldn't take it anymore, and
I
listened to her just to get her to stop."
"Well well well!" Tina had an evil grin on her face. She looked at
Cindy's bare left foot in her hands, and then looked up into Cindy's blue
eyes. "You never told me you were ticklish!"
Cindy looked at her foot in Tina's hands, and suddenly go very nervous.
"Oh no! Tina don't! I'll die!"
Tina took one long fingernail and began to run it slowly up and down
Cindy's sole. "Kitchie Kitchie Koo!"
Cindy began squirming frantically, and a series of giggles shot out of
her.
"HAHAHAHAH! PLEASE! STOP!"
"Well, at least I got a smile out of you!" Tina let go of her
girlfriends foot. "And now I know your weakness, for future reference."
"And what about YOU! Are you ticklish?" With that, Cindy pounced on
top of Tina and began tickling her ribs.
"HEHEHEHEHEH! CUT IT OUT!"
Cindy stopped tickling, and the two looked deep into each other's eyes,
and then kissed. It was in the middle of this kiss that Cindy's mom walked
in. Seeing the two girls kissing on the couch, her jaw dropped to the
floor.
This was the first time Tina had ever scene Cindy's mother, and the
resemblance was uncanny. They had often been mistaken for sisters,a nd TIna
could see why. Mr.s Smith looked just like her daughter, only she appeared
to be about 10 years older.
"CINDY! Just what is going on here?"
"MOM! Uh, this is Tina."
"Hi Mrs. Smith. It's nice to meet you. I've heard-"
"Don't you 'Hi Mrs. Smith' ME! I want you to leave right now! Cindy,
you have a lot of explaining to do!"
"Mom, Tina is not leaving. She lives here."
"Well, I am going to my room and going to bed. We will discuss this
in
the morning."
Mrs. Smith marched into her room and slammed the door behind her.
"Tina, what am i going to do? She won't listen to reason."
"You say you two are almost exactly alike, huh?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I think I have a way to get through to her...."
Mrs. Smith didn't fall asleep for a long time. She couldn't believe
those two girls, making out right on the couch like that! When she finally
did go to sleep, she was all too happy that the day was over.
Mrs. Smith woke up slowly. She went to wipe the crust out of her eyes,
and realized she couldn't move her arm. She then discovered that she could
barely move at all! Her arms had been tied to the bed post with some silk
robe belts, andher ankles were likewise restrained. She looked at the foot
of her bed, and noticed Cindy and Tina standing before her. She was totally
helpless, in nothing but her brah and panties.
"Cindy! Untie me this instant!"
"Mom, you aren't being untied until you promise to try to accept my
life
style. Me and Tina are very much in love,a nd we want your blessing."
"Well, you'll NEVER get it!"
"Alright mom. I tried everything to get through to you. I tried
talking, reasoning, begging, EVERYTHING! Just like you did when I was a
kid.
And now I only have one thing left to do. the same thing YOU used to do to
ME when I woas being pig-headed."
Mrs. Smith realized what was coming, anddecided her only chance was to
bluff her way past it. She came across the idea of tickling Cindy from her
own mothe, who used to tickle her into hysterics. She couldn't stand it,
and had to try to get out of the situation.
"Cindy, this is not going to work! I am not a little girl like you
were! I'm an adult, and I amnot ticklish!"
"We'll see about that, Mom. Tina, you get the feet. I'll get the
body."
"Ok, honey."
"Girls! You let me go! This is ridiculous! I'm not ticklish! I'm an
adult!"
Cindy stradled her mother's hips, and began to slowly run her
fingernails
around her victim's sides and tummy. Her mother noticably began biting her
lip. As Tina began to trail her fingertips up and down her bound souls,
Mrs.
Smith's face got red, and she was fighting with all her strength not to
react.
"Tina, I think we're getting to her. Aren't we Mom? Does this tickle?
I
thought you weren't ticklish?
"Hey CIndy, I think she was LYING to us! Kitchy kitchy koo, Mrs.
Smith!"
The light tickling was bad enough, but at the verbal taunting, Mrs.
Smith
lost it. She broke out into a helpless giggling fit.
"Tee he he he he he! Cut it out!"
"Cindy stepped up her ticklig now, furiously tickling her mother's
belly
and his. "So you ARE still ticklish, huh Mom?"
"Hey Mrs. Smith, does it tickle when i do this?"
Tina began using her long fingernails on the tops of Mrs. Smith's
toes,a
dn between thema s well. It was Mrs. Smith's weak spot.
"BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! NOT THERE! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!!!!
HAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle Mom!" Cindy moved further up her mom's body,
going
to her ribs, and then getting a great reaction at her armpits.
Mrs. Smith began struggling wildly. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAH! OH PLEASE!
HAHAHAHAHHAHAH! I'll do anyHAHAHHAHAHAHA anything! Just stop!"
"Anything Mom?"
"YEHEHEHEHEHEHSSSSS!! HAHAHAHHAHA!! ANYTHING!"
"Then accept me and Tina!"
"HAHAHAHAHHAAH!!! NO! HAHAHAHHAH! NEVER!!!!!!! HEHEHEHHE!!!!"
"Well, Cindy, I think I think I need to get rough with her. Tickle
tickle
tickle!" Tina continued tickling the toes with her one hand, and with the
other, she went berzerk on Mrs. Smith other foot, tickling all over. The
sole,
arch, instep, and toes were all victimized.
Mrs. Smith was completely losing it. She was bucking all over the
bed,
and in complete hysterics. Tears were starting to stream down her face, as
Cindy changed her spots again. The tickling on her feet was sheer torture,
but
at least she knew were it was coming from. But Cindy was all over. From
her
belly and sides to her ribs, armpits, then down to her hips, and now her
inner
thighs. It was insanely torturous.
"So Mom, are you ready to give up?"
"NOOO!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"
"Ok, then. We can do this all night."
Tina and Cindy continued their tickling onslaught. Mrs. Smith felt
her
bladder ready to give out, and she decided it wasn't worth losing total
control. She had withstood this for almost 20 minutes, and she just
couldn't
take it anymore.
"OK!!!!! HAHAHHAH!! I GIVE UP!!!! HAHAHAHHA!!!! YOU HAVE MY
BLESSING!!!!"
That was all they needed to hear. Cindy and Tina stopped their
attack,a
nd let Mrs. Smith go. Cindy hugged her mom, and started to cry.
**************************
It had been 6 months since Cindy and TIna got Mrs. Smith's blessing,
and
they had been on Cloud 9. Mrs. Smith was about to come over for another
weekend visit, and Cindy and Tina were on the couch together. Tina was
layinf
on her back, in shorts and a tank top, while Cindy, in her robe, was giving
her
a back massage.
Mrs. Smith came in, and Cindy stopped and looked at her.
"Hi Mom!"
"Oh, hello girls. Don't stop on my account."
"Hello Mrs. Smith. I am so sore. I had a really intense workout at
the
gym today, so Cindy is massaging me."
"Oh that's sweet Tina. Cindy, you work on the back, I'll get her
feet."
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Mrs. Smith."
"But I want to." Mrs. Smith took TIna's foot in her lap. "Besides,
with
Cindy on your back, you can't move. I have tickled Cindy hundreds of times,
but I have never tickled you."
"OH NO! Mrs. Smith, please! I've already apologized for the tickling
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Mrs. Smith ws woking over Tna's bare foot with the experience of well
trained tickling master. All those sessions of tickling Cindy had given
Mrs.
Smith a gift for tickling.
"Is Tina ticklish too? Kitchy kitchy koo!!!!"
OH PLEASE!!! HAHHAHAHA!! Mrs. Smith! HEHHEHEHEH!! I'll do anything!"
"Anything?"
YEAH!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!! ANYTHING!!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAH!"
"Ok then." Mrs. Smith stopped tickling. "I'll stop tickling on one
condition.
"Oh God! Anything! Just no more!"
"Alright Tina. i just have one request."
"What?"
"Call me Mom."
Cindy was very upset. She had been dating Tina ever since she came out
of the closet 2 weeks ago, and they had made each other very happy. She
just
fell in love with Tina the first time she ever saw her. And who wouldn't?
Tall, strong features, strawberyy blond hair and big green eyes. Tina had
the best legs Cindy had ever seen, and they ended in a beautiful pair of
feet
that just begged to be worshipped. Cindy was ecstatic when she found out
Tina was also gay, and they had been happily together ever since. Happy,
except for one thing. Cindy's mother refused to accept her daughter's
lifestyle.
Cindy had tried everything to get her mother's approval, but
nothignseemed to work. And now she was coming to stay with Cindy for the
weekend. When she found out that Tina had moved in with her daughter, she
was going to flip out.
So now, Cindy was doing what she always did when she was upset. She
had
put on a pair of cut off sweapants, a tank top, put her long balck hair ina
ponytail, and downed a bowl of ice cream. She was currently lounged out on
the couch, painting her toenails.
The door opened, and Tina came into the apartment. She took one look
at
Cindy and knew something was bothering her.
"Hey honey. what's wrong?"
"Well, remember how I told my mom about us?"
"Yeah. She wasn't too happy."
"Well, she's coming to spend the weekend. When she finds out you live
here, too, who knows what she'll do?"
"Don't worry about it. She'll come around."
Tina sat down at Cindy's feet. She took her right foot in her hands,
and
began to massage it tenderly. She knew Cindy needed to relax, and felt that
a foot massage might help her along.
"Yeah. You know, me and Mom have always been so alike. We always
thought pretty much the same way, and we were like best friends. But these
last 2 weeks have just been Hell on me. I mean, I can't get her to see my
point of view. And that really bothers me. She always got me to look at
things from her point of view, and I just hoped I could have the same effect
on her."
"She was good at arguing, huh?"
"Yeah. She always found SOME way to get through to me. She would use
logic, beg, plead, reason, ANYTHING tog et me to listen."
"Now, I know you can be a stubborn girl. What if you just wouldn't
listen to reason?"
"Well, you want to know her secret weopon?"
"Yeah, I do!"
Tina finished her thorough rubbing of Cindy's right foot, and picked
up
the left one.
"Well, if I was being really stubborn, and just wouldn't even
acknowledge her talking to me, she used to do something that always got to
me."
"What?"
"I don't know. It;s kind of embarressing."
"Come on! You have to tell me know!"
"Oh alright. She used to tickle me."
"Tickle you?"
"Yeah. She would tickle me until I just couldn't take it anymore, and
I
listened to her just to get her to stop."
"Well well well!" Tina had an evil grin on her face. She looked at
Cindy's bare left foot in her hands, and then looked up into Cindy's blue
eyes. "You never told me you were ticklish!"
Cindy looked at her foot in Tina's hands, and suddenly go very nervous.
"Oh no! Tina don't! I'll die!"
Tina took one long fingernail and began to run it slowly up and down
Cindy's sole. "Kitchie Kitchie Koo!"
Cindy began squirming frantically, and a series of giggles shot out of
her.
"HAHAHAHAH! PLEASE! STOP!"
"Well, at least I got a smile out of you!" Tina let go of her
girlfriends foot. "And now I know your weakness, for future reference."
"And what about YOU! Are you ticklish?" With that, Cindy pounced on
top of Tina and began tickling her ribs.
"HEHEHEHEHEH! CUT IT OUT!"
Cindy stopped tickling, and the two looked deep into each other's eyes,
and then kissed. It was in the middle of this kiss that Cindy's mom walked
in. Seeing the two girls kissing on the couch, her jaw dropped to the
floor.
This was the first time Tina had ever scene Cindy's mother, and the
resemblance was uncanny. They had often been mistaken for sisters,a nd TIna
could see why. Mr.s Smith looked just like her daughter, only she appeared
to be about 10 years older.
"CINDY! Just what is going on here?"
"MOM! Uh, this is Tina."
"Hi Mrs. Smith. It's nice to meet you. I've heard-"
"Don't you 'Hi Mrs. Smith' ME! I want you to leave right now! Cindy,
you have a lot of explaining to do!"
"Mom, Tina is not leaving. She lives here."
"Well, I am going to my room and going to bed. We will discuss this
in
the morning."
Mrs. Smith marched into her room and slammed the door behind her.
"Tina, what am i going to do? She won't listen to reason."
"You say you two are almost exactly alike, huh?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I think I have a way to get through to her...."
Mrs. Smith didn't fall asleep for a long time. She couldn't believe
those two girls, making out right on the couch like that! When she finally
did go to sleep, she was all too happy that the day was over.
Mrs. Smith woke up slowly. She went to wipe the crust out of her eyes,
and realized she couldn't move her arm. She then discovered that she could
barely move at all! Her arms had been tied to the bed post with some silk
robe belts, andher ankles were likewise restrained. She looked at the foot
of her bed, and noticed Cindy and Tina standing before her. She was totally
helpless, in nothing but her brah and panties.
"Cindy! Untie me this instant!"
"Mom, you aren't being untied until you promise to try to accept my
life
style. Me and Tina are very much in love,a nd we want your blessing."
"Well, you'll NEVER get it!"
"Alright mom. I tried everything to get through to you. I tried
talking, reasoning, begging, EVERYTHING! Just like you did when I was a
kid.
And now I only have one thing left to do. the same thing YOU used to do to
ME when I woas being pig-headed."
Mrs. Smith realized what was coming, anddecided her only chance was to
bluff her way past it. She came across the idea of tickling Cindy from her
own mothe, who used to tickle her into hysterics. She couldn't stand it,
and had to try to get out of the situation.
"Cindy, this is not going to work! I am not a little girl like you
were! I'm an adult, and I amnot ticklish!"
"We'll see about that, Mom. Tina, you get the feet. I'll get the
body."
"Ok, honey."
"Girls! You let me go! This is ridiculous! I'm not ticklish! I'm an
adult!"
Cindy stradled her mother's hips, and began to slowly run her
fingernails
around her victim's sides and tummy. Her mother noticably began biting her
lip. As Tina began to trail her fingertips up and down her bound souls,
Mrs.
Smith's face got red, and she was fighting with all her strength not to
react.
"Tina, I think we're getting to her. Aren't we Mom? Does this tickle?
I
thought you weren't ticklish?
"Hey CIndy, I think she was LYING to us! Kitchy kitchy koo, Mrs.
Smith!"
The light tickling was bad enough, but at the verbal taunting, Mrs.
Smith
lost it. She broke out into a helpless giggling fit.
"Tee he he he he he! Cut it out!"
"Cindy stepped up her ticklig now, furiously tickling her mother's
belly
and his. "So you ARE still ticklish, huh Mom?"
"Hey Mrs. Smith, does it tickle when i do this?"
Tina began using her long fingernails on the tops of Mrs. Smith's
toes,a
dn between thema s well. It was Mrs. Smith's weak spot.
"BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! NOT THERE! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!!!!
HAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle Mom!" Cindy moved further up her mom's body,
going
to her ribs, and then getting a great reaction at her armpits.
Mrs. Smith began struggling wildly. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAH! OH PLEASE!
HAHAHAHAHHAHAH! I'll do anyHAHAHHAHAHAHA anything! Just stop!"
"Anything Mom?"
"YEHEHEHEHEHEHSSSSS!! HAHAHAHHAHA!! ANYTHING!"
"Then accept me and Tina!"
"HAHAHAHAHHAAH!!! NO! HAHAHAHHAH! NEVER!!!!!!! HEHEHEHHE!!!!"
"Well, Cindy, I think I think I need to get rough with her. Tickle
tickle
tickle!" Tina continued tickling the toes with her one hand, and with the
other, she went berzerk on Mrs. Smith other foot, tickling all over. The
sole,
arch, instep, and toes were all victimized.
Mrs. Smith was completely losing it. She was bucking all over the
bed,
and in complete hysterics. Tears were starting to stream down her face, as
Cindy changed her spots again. The tickling on her feet was sheer torture,
but
at least she knew were it was coming from. But Cindy was all over. From
her
belly and sides to her ribs, armpits, then down to her hips, and now her
inner
thighs. It was insanely torturous.
"So Mom, are you ready to give up?"
"NOOO!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"
"Ok, then. We can do this all night."
Tina and Cindy continued their tickling onslaught. Mrs. Smith felt
her
bladder ready to give out, and she decided it wasn't worth losing total
control. She had withstood this for almost 20 minutes, and she just
couldn't
take it anymore.
"OK!!!!! HAHAHHAH!! I GIVE UP!!!! HAHAHAHHA!!!! YOU HAVE MY
BLESSING!!!!"
That was all they needed to hear. Cindy and Tina stopped their
attack,a
nd let Mrs. Smith go. Cindy hugged her mom, and started to cry.
**************************
It had been 6 months since Cindy and TIna got Mrs. Smith's blessing,
and
they had been on Cloud 9. Mrs. Smith was about to come over for another
weekend visit, and Cindy and Tina were on the couch together. Tina was
layinf
on her back, in shorts and a tank top, while Cindy, in her robe, was giving
her
a back massage.
Mrs. Smith came in, and Cindy stopped and looked at her.
"Hi Mom!"
"Oh, hello girls. Don't stop on my account."
"Hello Mrs. Smith. I am so sore. I had a really intense workout at
the
gym today, so Cindy is massaging me."
"Oh that's sweet Tina. Cindy, you work on the back, I'll get her
feet."
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Mrs. Smith."
"But I want to." Mrs. Smith took TIna's foot in her lap. "Besides,
with
Cindy on your back, you can't move. I have tickled Cindy hundreds of times,
but I have never tickled you."
"OH NO! Mrs. Smith, please! I've already apologized for the tickling
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Mrs. Smith ws woking over Tna's bare foot with the experience of well
trained tickling master. All those sessions of tickling Cindy had given
Mrs.
Smith a gift for tickling.
"Is Tina ticklish too? Kitchy kitchy koo!!!!"
OH PLEASE!!! HAHHAHAHA!! Mrs. Smith! HEHHEHEHEH!! I'll do anything!"
"Anything?"
YEAH!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!! ANYTHING!!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAH!"
"Ok then." Mrs. Smith stopped tickling. "I'll stop tickling on one
condition.
"Oh God! Anything! Just no more!"
"Alright Tina. i just have one request."
"What?"
"Call me Mom."
I enjoyed this story.
