Sara had just walked in the house. What she saw
confused her. Outside the door, she had heard her
mother, Lauren, laughing maniacally. Now, she saw her
boyfriend Jim sitting on her mother’s legs, and it
appeared he’d tickled her to the point of
incontinence.
“Jim, Mom, what…?” Sara shook her head, almost like
she was trying to wake up from a dream. Jim hopped
off the couch (and Lauren’s legs) and stood before
Sara. Sara looked at her mother. Lauren’s face was
very flushed. Her khaki shorts revealed a very wet
spot. It honestly looked like Lauren had wet herself.
Sara was pretty, and was often compared to the actress
Jennifer Love Hewitt. She had to admit her mother was
truly gorgeous. Sometimes she felt a little bit of
jealousy. She knew her past boyfriends, and her
current boyfriend Jim, could not help but look at her.
But, no boyfriend had ever tickled her mother, much
less to the point Jim clearly had. Did Lauren seduce
him? Was Jim overcome with lust? What happened here?
Jim had nothing to say. Then, surprisingly, Lauren
saved him. Lauren got off the couch and walked
quickly to the bathroom with a bent-over gait. “Oh,
Sara, don’t worry. I was on the sofa and Jim tickled
my feet. Well, you know how sensitive I am,
especially on my feet, and it had been so long since
anyone tickled my feet I’m afraid I just peed in a
second. I’m so embarrassed!” Lauren ran to the
bathroom upstairs. She also went to change her soiled
clothes.
Sara started to yell at Jim. “Why did you tickle her
feet! That’s torture for her!”
“I didn’t know. We were just sitting on the couch,
and I tickled her feet, and then she just, you know, I
never expected she would…”
“Pee on herself? Yes, that’s what she does. Dad used
to do that to her all the time”
Jim’s lust for Lauren continued unabated. He’d done
everything he could to fight it, and was now
consciously avoiding seeing her. Partly he was
embarrassed about having tickled her, partly he was
afraid to face her and a very significant portion of
his mind told him he might not be able to control
himself again. He loved Sara, and there was probably
no surer way to end his relationship with her than to
cheat with her mother. Or admit his carnal desires to
her.
Still, Jim’s desire to combine sex and tickling was
becoming significant. He tickled Sara much more
frequently now. She was only moderately ticklish, so
it didn’t bother her very much. But it also didn’t
satisfy Jim very much.
It had been two months since that afternoon when Jim
had tickled Lauren. Now they were driving to the
airport together. Sara was due back (she’d flown to
the West Coast to interview for law school) and Jim
had picked up Lauren so they could both see her. But
things had gone awry. They were motionless, stuck in
a traffic jam.
Lauren was so beautiful that Jim almost could not look
at her. Her 45 year-old body was in such good
condition. Jim would swear she could be mistaken for
the actress Kari Wuhrer even at her age. Lauren’s
long, wavy black hair framed her olive-colored face so
well. Her loose, white tank top revealed showed her
arms and hung so nicely off her chest (34c), and her
khaki shorts were conservative, but fit nicely around
her 24” waist and 38” hips. Her legs look so toned,
Jim though as he tried not to stare.
The silence was awkward.
“So, I’m really sorry about that time…tickling you”
“Oh, let’s forget about it”
“I never asked you why you covered for me when Sara
walked in”
“I think you and Sara are a great couple. It was an
accident, let’s just drop it”.
“She said her dad used to tickle you a lot”
Lauren really looked like she didn’t want to talk
about it. She raised her hand to her forehead and
moved her hair out of her eyes.
She sighed noticeably. “Yes, he used to do that to me
a lot. It wasn’t very fun”
“Where would he tickle you?” Jim was getting nervous.
So was Lauren. Sitting in a traffic jam was
irritating enough without this conversation. Lauren
stared at him for a second, surprised he asked. She
wasn’t sure where it was going.
“Everywhere. I’m ticklish everywhere, ok.”
“When you were a kid, did people tickle you a lot?”
“Yes,” she said with exasperation evident. “Pretty
much as soon as people found out how ticklish I am
they did. My brothers and sisters tickled me to
death”
“Are they as ticklish as you?”
“I don’t know, Jim, ok?”
“Have you always…you know…lost bladder..”
Lauren was getting irritated. “Jim!” She shook her
head. After a long pause she said “Yes, yes I have.
If I get tickled long enough I pee, ok. I’m
extremely, extremely ticklish and it doesn’t take that
long”
“Where are you most ticklish?”
“Jim…”
“OK ok, least ticklish?”
“I don’t know, Jim”
“Is it here?!” Jim reached over and squeezed her left
knee. Lauren shrieked and grabbed his hand with hers.
Jim enjoyed the way her warm skin felt. He squeezed
her knee four or five times, making Lauren laugh. As
she leaned forward, Jim noticed how her shirt exposed
her middle slightly and how her breasts vibrated with
her laughter. It wasn’t his fault she was so terribly
ticklish…and beautiful. Why, anybody might tickle
her, he thought.
“You have such a pretty smile,” he said. “In fact,
you’re gorgeous”. Jim felt like his heart was going
to burst through his chest.
Lauren looked at him very directly. “Jim, well,
thanks, but AH!” Jim poked her in the ribs, just
below her bustline. Traffic still was not moving.
“Jim, what…NO! EEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jim used his
right hand to squeeze Lauren’s sensitive left side.
He loved the way she felt. Firm, yet soft. Her
muscles provided some resistance as he poked and
pinched. There was something about her smell that
became stronger as she jerked in response to the
tickling.
“Lauren, you’re just…I’ve got to…”
“No, Jim, you don’t…EEEEEE!” Jim wiggled his fingers
into the area next to Lauren’s left hip. “Dammit!
Don’t tickle me!”
“Let me kiss you!” It was perhaps the boldest and
least intelligent thing ever to come from Jim’s mouth.
He was in a state of shock. So was Lauren.
“Are you crazy! You’re dating my daughter! NO!” Jim
started tickling Lauren’s belly. The 45-year-old
woman’s body rocked with uncontrolled laughter. Being
tickled was misery to her, yet she could not help but
smile broadly, laugh loudly, and as far as Jim was
concerned look as sexily as possible when she was
tickled.
“Tickle tickle Lauren! Woo!”
Lauren managed to undo the seat belt to give her more
room to maneuver. Still, she clutched at Jim’s hand
and doubled over while she laughed. Unlike the last
time, Jim didn’t stop tickling her belly quickly. He
kept squeezing and squeezing. Lauren went from a
laugh into a scream.
“HA HA HA HA HA HA! NO JIM! HAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAHHHH!”
Nobody wished traffic would move more than Lauren.
Jim kept tickling her belly, He loved how her face
flushed and how her white teeth showed when she
smiled. Her wide open mouth looked so…adorable. Most
of all, while Lauren writhed in her seated, bent-over
position, her breasts delightfully pressed against
Jim’s arm.
She was desperate. Lauren managed enough strength to
twist in the seat. Her back was pressed against the
door and her legs curled in front of her for
protection. Lauren coughed and breathed deeply. Her
hair was messy now. Jim’s desire was even stronger.
He had a frightening look of lust on his face.
“Jim,” she wheezed. “you can’t do this. You know
that.”
“Let me touch your breasts!”
“JIM! GOD! NO!”
“Why not?” He seemed truly confused.
“Don’t you love Sara? Don’t you have any respect for
me?”
Jim looked ashamed for a second, but his lust
outweighed his conscience. He squeezed Lauren’s right
knee. She kicked and shrieked in response.
“It’s because your breasts are ticklish, isn’t it!”
Jim felt like he’d uncovered some deep secret. Lauren
looked angry to any objective observer, but to Jim she
just looked hot. Still, traffic was immobile.
Lauren tried a different tactic. “You’re right.
That’s it. My breasts are ticklish. I hate having
them touched.”
“If you let me touch them just this once, I promise
I’ll never ask again”.
Lauren weighed the proposal. She honestly thought it
might be her only way out. She agreed. Jim reached
forward. Lauren closed her eyes. When she felt his
hands touch, then caress, then squeeze her breasts,
she suppressed any laughter. It was really only a
light, fluttering touch that tickled her so badly.
Jim did just that a second later. Lauren’s face
screwed up, she shook her head and tried to fight her
laughter. She failed.
“OH HO HO HO NO! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Lauren flailed her arms to knock Jim’s hands from her.
She also kicked her legs in his direction, pinning
her back against the door.
Jim grabbed her feet. In a split-second, her shoes
were off. Traffic remained at a standstill.
“NO! Please don’t tickle my feet! No! No You know
what happens!”
“Kiss me!”
“Jim, you’re crazy!” Lauren began to cry.
“If you kiss me, I won’t tickle your feet. You know
what happens when your feet are tickled…” he teased.
Jim wasn’t particularly a foot-person, but he felt
Lauren had great feet. About size 8, tanned on top
and whitish-red wrinkled soles. Best of all, they
were extremely, painfully, bladder-burstingly
ticklish.
Lauren was silent. That is, until Jim stroked her
soles. Lauren erupted into a flurry of screams and
broken laughter.
“EEEE! HAHAHA! EEEE! EEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! AAAAAHH!
HAHAHA!”
Lauren rocked against the door, jerking her body left
and right. She tried to pull her feet free. The
tickling sent her into a panic. She dreaded the
thought of tickled feet, but dreaded more the
possibility of losing bladder control in the car. Her
face was a deep, tear-streaked red. Her eyes looked
like if she could do anything but shriek, she would
beg him to stop. They conveyed her torment, but her
mouth, at least to Jim, was bent into the sexiest
open-mouth smile he’d ever seen.
“Kiss me Lauren and I’ll stop!”
“OOHH!! HAHAHA! EEEEHAHAHAHA! EEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!”
Lauren shook her head. Jim tickled. Traffic was
still.
“EEEHAHAHA! EEEEHAHAHAHA! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAOH! OOOH!”
Lauren was about to pee. She nodded her head. The
tickling stopped. They kissed.
Eventually they arrived at the airport. The first
thing Lauren did was go to the bathroom. “Should I
tell Sara,” she thought. “What’s Jim’s problem, what
have I done? How could I possibly be so weak? Maybe
a young boyfriend…”
That thought left her head as soon as she left the
restroom and saw Jim hugging Sara.
confused her. Outside the door, she had heard her
mother, Lauren, laughing maniacally. Now, she saw her
boyfriend Jim sitting on her mother’s legs, and it
appeared he’d tickled her to the point of
incontinence.
“Jim, Mom, what…?” Sara shook her head, almost like
she was trying to wake up from a dream. Jim hopped
off the couch (and Lauren’s legs) and stood before
Sara. Sara looked at her mother. Lauren’s face was
very flushed. Her khaki shorts revealed a very wet
spot. It honestly looked like Lauren had wet herself.
Sara was pretty, and was often compared to the actress
Jennifer Love Hewitt. She had to admit her mother was
truly gorgeous. Sometimes she felt a little bit of
jealousy. She knew her past boyfriends, and her
current boyfriend Jim, could not help but look at her.
But, no boyfriend had ever tickled her mother, much
less to the point Jim clearly had. Did Lauren seduce
him? Was Jim overcome with lust? What happened here?
Jim had nothing to say. Then, surprisingly, Lauren
saved him. Lauren got off the couch and walked
quickly to the bathroom with a bent-over gait. “Oh,
Sara, don’t worry. I was on the sofa and Jim tickled
my feet. Well, you know how sensitive I am,
especially on my feet, and it had been so long since
anyone tickled my feet I’m afraid I just peed in a
second. I’m so embarrassed!” Lauren ran to the
bathroom upstairs. She also went to change her soiled
clothes.
Sara started to yell at Jim. “Why did you tickle her
feet! That’s torture for her!”
“I didn’t know. We were just sitting on the couch,
and I tickled her feet, and then she just, you know, I
never expected she would…”
“Pee on herself? Yes, that’s what she does. Dad used
to do that to her all the time”
Jim’s lust for Lauren continued unabated. He’d done
everything he could to fight it, and was now
consciously avoiding seeing her. Partly he was
embarrassed about having tickled her, partly he was
afraid to face her and a very significant portion of
his mind told him he might not be able to control
himself again. He loved Sara, and there was probably
no surer way to end his relationship with her than to
cheat with her mother. Or admit his carnal desires to
her.
Still, Jim’s desire to combine sex and tickling was
becoming significant. He tickled Sara much more
frequently now. She was only moderately ticklish, so
it didn’t bother her very much. But it also didn’t
satisfy Jim very much.
It had been two months since that afternoon when Jim
had tickled Lauren. Now they were driving to the
airport together. Sara was due back (she’d flown to
the West Coast to interview for law school) and Jim
had picked up Lauren so they could both see her. But
things had gone awry. They were motionless, stuck in
a traffic jam.
Lauren was so beautiful that Jim almost could not look
at her. Her 45 year-old body was in such good
condition. Jim would swear she could be mistaken for
the actress Kari Wuhrer even at her age. Lauren’s
long, wavy black hair framed her olive-colored face so
well. Her loose, white tank top revealed showed her
arms and hung so nicely off her chest (34c), and her
khaki shorts were conservative, but fit nicely around
her 24” waist and 38” hips. Her legs look so toned,
Jim though as he tried not to stare.
The silence was awkward.
“So, I’m really sorry about that time…tickling you”
“Oh, let’s forget about it”
“I never asked you why you covered for me when Sara
walked in”
“I think you and Sara are a great couple. It was an
accident, let’s just drop it”.
“She said her dad used to tickle you a lot”
Lauren really looked like she didn’t want to talk
about it. She raised her hand to her forehead and
moved her hair out of her eyes.
She sighed noticeably. “Yes, he used to do that to me
a lot. It wasn’t very fun”
“Where would he tickle you?” Jim was getting nervous.
So was Lauren. Sitting in a traffic jam was
irritating enough without this conversation. Lauren
stared at him for a second, surprised he asked. She
wasn’t sure where it was going.
“Everywhere. I’m ticklish everywhere, ok.”
“When you were a kid, did people tickle you a lot?”
“Yes,” she said with exasperation evident. “Pretty
much as soon as people found out how ticklish I am
they did. My brothers and sisters tickled me to
death”
“Are they as ticklish as you?”
“I don’t know, Jim, ok?”
“Have you always…you know…lost bladder..”
Lauren was getting irritated. “Jim!” She shook her
head. After a long pause she said “Yes, yes I have.
If I get tickled long enough I pee, ok. I’m
extremely, extremely ticklish and it doesn’t take that
long”
“Where are you most ticklish?”
“Jim…”
“OK ok, least ticklish?”
“I don’t know, Jim”
“Is it here?!” Jim reached over and squeezed her left
knee. Lauren shrieked and grabbed his hand with hers.
Jim enjoyed the way her warm skin felt. He squeezed
her knee four or five times, making Lauren laugh. As
she leaned forward, Jim noticed how her shirt exposed
her middle slightly and how her breasts vibrated with
her laughter. It wasn’t his fault she was so terribly
ticklish…and beautiful. Why, anybody might tickle
her, he thought.
“You have such a pretty smile,” he said. “In fact,
you’re gorgeous”. Jim felt like his heart was going
to burst through his chest.
Lauren looked at him very directly. “Jim, well,
thanks, but AH!” Jim poked her in the ribs, just
below her bustline. Traffic still was not moving.
“Jim, what…NO! EEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jim used his
right hand to squeeze Lauren’s sensitive left side.
He loved the way she felt. Firm, yet soft. Her
muscles provided some resistance as he poked and
pinched. There was something about her smell that
became stronger as she jerked in response to the
tickling.
“Lauren, you’re just…I’ve got to…”
“No, Jim, you don’t…EEEEEE!” Jim wiggled his fingers
into the area next to Lauren’s left hip. “Dammit!
Don’t tickle me!”
“Let me kiss you!” It was perhaps the boldest and
least intelligent thing ever to come from Jim’s mouth.
He was in a state of shock. So was Lauren.
“Are you crazy! You’re dating my daughter! NO!” Jim
started tickling Lauren’s belly. The 45-year-old
woman’s body rocked with uncontrolled laughter. Being
tickled was misery to her, yet she could not help but
smile broadly, laugh loudly, and as far as Jim was
concerned look as sexily as possible when she was
tickled.
“Tickle tickle Lauren! Woo!”
Lauren managed to undo the seat belt to give her more
room to maneuver. Still, she clutched at Jim’s hand
and doubled over while she laughed. Unlike the last
time, Jim didn’t stop tickling her belly quickly. He
kept squeezing and squeezing. Lauren went from a
laugh into a scream.
“HA HA HA HA HA HA! NO JIM! HAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAHHHH!”
Nobody wished traffic would move more than Lauren.
Jim kept tickling her belly, He loved how her face
flushed and how her white teeth showed when she
smiled. Her wide open mouth looked so…adorable. Most
of all, while Lauren writhed in her seated, bent-over
position, her breasts delightfully pressed against
Jim’s arm.
She was desperate. Lauren managed enough strength to
twist in the seat. Her back was pressed against the
door and her legs curled in front of her for
protection. Lauren coughed and breathed deeply. Her
hair was messy now. Jim’s desire was even stronger.
He had a frightening look of lust on his face.
“Jim,” she wheezed. “you can’t do this. You know
that.”
“Let me touch your breasts!”
“JIM! GOD! NO!”
“Why not?” He seemed truly confused.
“Don’t you love Sara? Don’t you have any respect for
me?”
Jim looked ashamed for a second, but his lust
outweighed his conscience. He squeezed Lauren’s right
knee. She kicked and shrieked in response.
“It’s because your breasts are ticklish, isn’t it!”
Jim felt like he’d uncovered some deep secret. Lauren
looked angry to any objective observer, but to Jim she
just looked hot. Still, traffic was immobile.
Lauren tried a different tactic. “You’re right.
That’s it. My breasts are ticklish. I hate having
them touched.”
“If you let me touch them just this once, I promise
I’ll never ask again”.
Lauren weighed the proposal. She honestly thought it
might be her only way out. She agreed. Jim reached
forward. Lauren closed her eyes. When she felt his
hands touch, then caress, then squeeze her breasts,
she suppressed any laughter. It was really only a
light, fluttering touch that tickled her so badly.
Jim did just that a second later. Lauren’s face
screwed up, she shook her head and tried to fight her
laughter. She failed.
“OH HO HO HO NO! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Lauren flailed her arms to knock Jim’s hands from her.
She also kicked her legs in his direction, pinning
her back against the door.
Jim grabbed her feet. In a split-second, her shoes
were off. Traffic remained at a standstill.
“NO! Please don’t tickle my feet! No! No You know
what happens!”
“Kiss me!”
“Jim, you’re crazy!” Lauren began to cry.
“If you kiss me, I won’t tickle your feet. You know
what happens when your feet are tickled…” he teased.
Jim wasn’t particularly a foot-person, but he felt
Lauren had great feet. About size 8, tanned on top
and whitish-red wrinkled soles. Best of all, they
were extremely, painfully, bladder-burstingly
ticklish.
Lauren was silent. That is, until Jim stroked her
soles. Lauren erupted into a flurry of screams and
broken laughter.
“EEEE! HAHAHA! EEEE! EEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! AAAAAHH!
HAHAHA!”
Lauren rocked against the door, jerking her body left
and right. She tried to pull her feet free. The
tickling sent her into a panic. She dreaded the
thought of tickled feet, but dreaded more the
possibility of losing bladder control in the car. Her
face was a deep, tear-streaked red. Her eyes looked
like if she could do anything but shriek, she would
beg him to stop. They conveyed her torment, but her
mouth, at least to Jim, was bent into the sexiest
open-mouth smile he’d ever seen.
“Kiss me Lauren and I’ll stop!”
“OOHH!! HAHAHA! EEEEHAHAHAHA! EEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!”
Lauren shook her head. Jim tickled. Traffic was
still.
“EEEHAHAHA! EEEEHAHAHAHA! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAOH! OOOH!”
Lauren was about to pee. She nodded her head. The
tickling stopped. They kissed.
Eventually they arrived at the airport. The first
thing Lauren did was go to the bathroom. “Should I
tell Sara,” she thought. “What’s Jim’s problem, what
have I done? How could I possibly be so weak? Maybe
a young boyfriend…”
That thought left her head as soon as she left the
restroom and saw Jim hugging Sara.
