Sorry to interrupt your flow, Dummy, I'm pretty sure that we're all enjoying reading your encounter. Please continue when you have the chance!
I'll say now that this won't compare or compete with Dummy's experience, but I've also had experiences of tickling friend's mothers. I think that all young ticklers have a slight curiosity about whether their friend's mum - or their mum's female friends - are ticklish. I know I did, and although this wasn't my first tickling experience, it came at the same time my hormones and stocking foot fetish were developing. I was aged 12, and every Saturday would visit a friend's house to watch 80s WWF wrestling. His mum was also a fan, and would watch it with us. Her name was Tina, and she was about 32. She was quite slim, spiky brown hair, brown eyes, and would always wear sandal type shoes and tan or white tights (although she always referred to them as 'stockings', so maybe they were stockings!). She was rarely shoeless in the house, but as she was showing off a lot of foot anyway it didn't matter!
One night my friend and I decided to play 'blind man's bluff', with my friend being blindfolded and trying to find us. As a joke I'd decided to put loads of obstacles in his way, such as cushions, chairs etc. I asked Tina if she had any ideas for obstacles - in all innocence, honest - and amongst other things, she came up with shoes....hmmm. Keeping my voice as calm as possible, I eagerly agreed!
'Great idea, Tina! Here, may I...?' and with that, moved over to where she sat and reached down to take her shoes off.
As she was in sandals, they were very easy to take off, but I made sure to savour the moment. I sat down in front of her and lifted her tan stocking leg toward me. She was fine with this, despite wearing a skirt, and I placed my hand around her heel in an attempt to get some 'leverage' (although none was necessary), and slowly pulled off her shoe, all the while keeping a grip on her stocking heel. I did the same to the other one, and there she sat, shoeless and in stocking feet, my friend's cool mum!! I made sure to put the shoes way on the other side of the room, so that there was no way she could get them back on. My heart was beating, but I made sure to get on with the game of blind man's bluff, all the while stealing glances at Tina's stocking feet. They were quite big, I'd estimate about size 5 or 6, and barely moved while the game of blind man's bluff went on, no toe wiggling or flexing. Still, I was happy to have her shoeless! The game was eventually over, and myself and my friend set about putting the place back to normal. I made a beeline for Tina's shoes, but my friend grabbed one before me so we both went to place them back on her feet. She lifted her legs so her feet were sticking outward, and we placed her shoes back on her feet...albeit left on right, right on left! Tina let out a semi-frustrated sigh, and shook them off, and asked us to do it properly. As we put them on she asked us to be careful of her feet. I fully intended to do it as slowly as possible, maybe 'accidentally' touching sole or instep as I returned her shoe, but the fact she asked us to be careful raised my interest.
'Be careful? Why, are your feet ticklish?' I asked innocently
'Erm...yes...', she said sheepishly, maybe knowing what was coming next.
'Like this?', and with that, I quickly attacked her stocking sole! She flinched, shot me a dirty look, but had a small smile on her face, so I knew I'd hit the spot. For the next few years after that, I would get to mess about with her feet several times over. It would usually just be little tickles, but this was enough for me then; I certainly didn't want to push my luck or get into trouble with Tina or my parents, despite my apparent confidence and bravado.
After watching the wrestling, my friend and I would also have wrestling matches, copying the moves we'd seen on TV. Somehow, this later morphed into me having wrestling matches with Tina! I think I suggested it one day, and she was quite willing. She was doing a crossword, and said that she'd wrestle me but asked if I'd wait until she'd finished doing the crossword. This was fine with me, but said that as she was wearing her shoes they'd have to come off and slowly removed them. She was in white tights on this occasion, didn't object to the shoe removal and continued with her crossword. I didn't mind this as it meant I could stare at her feet for longer! We eventually began to wrestle, and I'd often go for leglocks and things to be near her feet. I'd also let her take me down and pin me, preferably underfoot! These matches became a regular thing for us over the years from when I was about 12 to 15 years old, and would follow a set pattern. I'd always say something along the lines of 'Tina, can I take your shoes off and wrestle you?' She'd often say something like 'Well...if you must...', and so I'd take slowly ease her shoes off, and wait until she was ready. I never forced it, and not only would she never complain about me taking her shoes off, but she'd always give me the match. I remember once that she was on her knees in tan tights and a skirt, and I was wrapped around her. This allowed me perfect access to her stocking feet, and I went nuts tickling them until she submitted, which didn't take long!
'WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Submit, submit, submit! He'sticklingmyfeet!He'sticklingmyFEEEEEET!'
So I'd stop, as she'd submitted. Then I'd tickle her feet some more, turning her frantic and hysterical.
I remember that at times she'd complain that she was slipping around in stocking feet, and despite my protests (I prefer stocking feet, and said that as I was in socks it was equal!) she did it barefoot (and in a leotard!). I think it may have been just us alone in the house, as I know my friend wasn't nearby. We ended up in some sort of leglock or another, and her bare foot was near my hand. I reached out to tickle it, and got no response. She said that she could sometimes turn her ticklishness on and off, so I did it again and got no reaction, other than an awkward silence...!
Another time, when I was wrestling my friend I was on the floor directly underneath her stocking foot (she was shoeless, so I'd probably taken them off earlier). My friend had me in a hold of some sort, but I was happy lying there, gazing up at her tan stocking sole, pretending to try and escape but not putting up any resistance. I'd use her foot to try and escape the hold, using it for 'leverage' to pull myself up, and she never complained once as my hands clasped her feet and toes. In fact, I remember one time I was in the house alone with her (I was about 14) after my friend had gone out. It just the two of us watching TV, with me sitting next to her. It felt odd being there without my friend, but I went with it. It was during the summer, and instead of jeans I was in shorts. As we sat there she curled her stocking feet up onto the sofa and had her toes just gently touching my thighs! Whether she knew what she was doing or not I don't know, but, my God, I was in wonderland! My friend and I split up when I was about 15 or so, which was a shame as there was no doubt more foot play available. However, I don't think I can complain about my experiences with Tina!
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