This happened a long time ago and is based on a very true incident. I was in my mid-20's and dating a girl who was finishing college. Her dad had left and she lived with her mom (Patty, the subject of this story), a sister and brother (Tim, who was 20 at the time).
Tim and I did not get along. I was the new male in his pride, and he did not like me. But we had one thing in common: we were both raised around women who had EXTREMELY ticklish feet. Every woman I met in his family was an 11 on a scale of 1-10. My family was the same (especially my Mom and her sisters). And looking back, we were both ticklers.
On this Friday night, I went to see my g/f but she was not home from school yet. Tim was there, as was Patty. Patty: late 40's, 5'6, size 8 feet, curvy hips, curly auburn hair. Great personality...always talking, a little bossy, and on this night throw in a little cocky. She almost always wore a dress/skirt to work, and left her tan pantyhose on after she changed into her sweatshirt and jeans. She looked a bit like a younger/slimmer version of Charlotte Rae from "Facts of Life". Oh...and she was never afraid to talk about sex, touch you, or ask you how her boobs looked. A major flirt.
I did not realize it but I had walked into the middle of an argument between Patty and her son Tim. Patty was dating someone new. Tim didn't like it, and let her know (the one thing Tim hated more than his sister's boyfriend would be his Mom's boyfriend). As I entered I knew there was trouble as I heard her tell him to worry about his own love life (of which he had 0) and not hers. She was happy to see me as that ended the argument, but Tim was angry. I was happy, as always, to see her stockinged feet (I had tickled them once before).
Now...morphing into third person... :
Nick entered the house, ending an argument between Tim and his mother. Tim was finishing dishes as Patty grabbed the remote and sat/stretched herself across the living room couch, her pantyhosed feet up on a pillow. Nick sat down on a recliner on the other side of the room. He could feel the tension in the room, and hoped his g/f would arrive soon. Normally, Tim would retire to his own room, but tonight he still wanted to fight. He walked into the living room, then went and whispered to Nick "I might need your help". Nick was confused as Tim went and sat on the couch, near his mother's propped up feet. They all appeared to focus on the TV, but soon Nick heard Patty say:
"Hey!"
A few seconds later..."Hey! HA HA Stop it you brat! HA HA HEY!"
Nick couldn't believe his eyes. Tim was teasing his mom's feet with one pointed index finger. He stroked once, then again. Patty broke into a huge smile, protested, then put her feet flat on the floor.
She looked at Tim, "What am I going to do with you tonight!?!?"
Tim: "How about listening to me for once in your life?"
"The case is closed!"
"Not until I get my point across," and as he said that, Tim reached down and grabbed his mother's left ankle, pulled her foot up, and tried to tickle her. Patty was VERY ticklish, and did NOT want to be tickled.
"Hey! HAHAHAHA STAHHP STOP IT! TIMOTHY! STOP IT! HAHAHAHA! ENOUGH!"
Patty was pulling and kicking for all she was worth. Tim had his hands full. She kicked her way off the couch but free from Tim's grasp. As she sat on the floor in front of the couch Tim reached for her ankle again. Patty was close to slapping and kicking her way free when she felt someone grab her other leg.
Uh-Oh. Big Trouble.
Nick had surprised her by quietly but quickly lifting her leg and sitting down on the couch. He now had her right foot, and Tim was securing her left. Patty was now on her back looking up as two serious ticklers each had control of a nylon covered foot.
Nick said "You two can't have all the fun" as he pinned her calf between his knees, grabbed her ankle from under the heal, and started tickling her tan-stockinged sole with his fingernails. Patty went from zero-sixty in no time.
"WHAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA STAHHHPPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Tim chose to cross his leg over her trapped calf (mindful he had a hard time holding her before), and the first thing his fingertips touched were her toes...
"AYYYYYYEHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
So the scene was this...the two guys on the couch together, each with a trapped stocking foot. From this position, she could not put up any fight. The men were stopping and starting a bit, letting her breath, but each locked in his own personal trapped ticklish foot, and focused in on how hard he could make her laugh.
Patty, tears in her eyes, would feebly reach up, and then pound on the floor, then reach up again. She had a "Whoop Whoop" laugh when she was really getting it good.
"WHOOOOP WHOOOOHOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Her laugh was somehow getting louder. The guys were tickling all over her feet; each section of her foot was as ticklish as the next; the sides, the tops, the toes, the arches, all made her laugh.
"STAAAAHP PLEASE STAHHP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA"...
Then she got lucky...she started to cough and choke a bit between guffaws, and that snapped the men out of it.
Tim...realized that he crossed the line, and quickly retreated to his room. Nick sat there and realized...uh ohh.... that he was as hard as a rock. He hoped that his jeans would hide his erection.
Patty lay on the floor, a panting, crying mess. Her feet were flat on the floor, her hand on her head as she tried to regain her composure.
"That...was not fair."
Nick was feeling a bit bad about it. "I'm sorry. I guess we got carried away."
"I'll say."
Patty then looked at him, and her eyes widened a bit. Nick's eyes then widened as she lifted her foot and started moving it towards him.
"Hey, what's with this?" She said as she poked his erection with her nyloned toe.
Nick recoiled and grabbed her ankle, but was half in shock. Finally he let go and made his was to the bathroom....
Tim and I did not get along. I was the new male in his pride, and he did not like me. But we had one thing in common: we were both raised around women who had EXTREMELY ticklish feet. Every woman I met in his family was an 11 on a scale of 1-10. My family was the same (especially my Mom and her sisters). And looking back, we were both ticklers.
On this Friday night, I went to see my g/f but she was not home from school yet. Tim was there, as was Patty. Patty: late 40's, 5'6, size 8 feet, curvy hips, curly auburn hair. Great personality...always talking, a little bossy, and on this night throw in a little cocky. She almost always wore a dress/skirt to work, and left her tan pantyhose on after she changed into her sweatshirt and jeans. She looked a bit like a younger/slimmer version of Charlotte Rae from "Facts of Life". Oh...and she was never afraid to talk about sex, touch you, or ask you how her boobs looked. A major flirt.
I did not realize it but I had walked into the middle of an argument between Patty and her son Tim. Patty was dating someone new. Tim didn't like it, and let her know (the one thing Tim hated more than his sister's boyfriend would be his Mom's boyfriend). As I entered I knew there was trouble as I heard her tell him to worry about his own love life (of which he had 0) and not hers. She was happy to see me as that ended the argument, but Tim was angry. I was happy, as always, to see her stockinged feet (I had tickled them once before).
Now...morphing into third person... :
Nick entered the house, ending an argument between Tim and his mother. Tim was finishing dishes as Patty grabbed the remote and sat/stretched herself across the living room couch, her pantyhosed feet up on a pillow. Nick sat down on a recliner on the other side of the room. He could feel the tension in the room, and hoped his g/f would arrive soon. Normally, Tim would retire to his own room, but tonight he still wanted to fight. He walked into the living room, then went and whispered to Nick "I might need your help". Nick was confused as Tim went and sat on the couch, near his mother's propped up feet. They all appeared to focus on the TV, but soon Nick heard Patty say:
"Hey!"
A few seconds later..."Hey! HA HA Stop it you brat! HA HA HEY!"
Nick couldn't believe his eyes. Tim was teasing his mom's feet with one pointed index finger. He stroked once, then again. Patty broke into a huge smile, protested, then put her feet flat on the floor.
She looked at Tim, "What am I going to do with you tonight!?!?"
Tim: "How about listening to me for once in your life?"
"The case is closed!"
"Not until I get my point across," and as he said that, Tim reached down and grabbed his mother's left ankle, pulled her foot up, and tried to tickle her. Patty was VERY ticklish, and did NOT want to be tickled.
"Hey! HAHAHAHA STAHHP STOP IT! TIMOTHY! STOP IT! HAHAHAHA! ENOUGH!"
Patty was pulling and kicking for all she was worth. Tim had his hands full. She kicked her way off the couch but free from Tim's grasp. As she sat on the floor in front of the couch Tim reached for her ankle again. Patty was close to slapping and kicking her way free when she felt someone grab her other leg.
Uh-Oh. Big Trouble.
Nick had surprised her by quietly but quickly lifting her leg and sitting down on the couch. He now had her right foot, and Tim was securing her left. Patty was now on her back looking up as two serious ticklers each had control of a nylon covered foot.
Nick said "You two can't have all the fun" as he pinned her calf between his knees, grabbed her ankle from under the heal, and started tickling her tan-stockinged sole with his fingernails. Patty went from zero-sixty in no time.
"WHAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA STAHHHPPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Tim chose to cross his leg over her trapped calf (mindful he had a hard time holding her before), and the first thing his fingertips touched were her toes...
"AYYYYYYEHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
So the scene was this...the two guys on the couch together, each with a trapped stocking foot. From this position, she could not put up any fight. The men were stopping and starting a bit, letting her breath, but each locked in his own personal trapped ticklish foot, and focused in on how hard he could make her laugh.
Patty, tears in her eyes, would feebly reach up, and then pound on the floor, then reach up again. She had a "Whoop Whoop" laugh when she was really getting it good.
"WHOOOOP WHOOOOHOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Her laugh was somehow getting louder. The guys were tickling all over her feet; each section of her foot was as ticklish as the next; the sides, the tops, the toes, the arches, all made her laugh.
"STAAAAHP PLEASE STAHHP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA"...
Then she got lucky...she started to cough and choke a bit between guffaws, and that snapped the men out of it.
Tim...realized that he crossed the line, and quickly retreated to his room. Nick sat there and realized...uh ohh.... that he was as hard as a rock. He hoped that his jeans would hide his erection.
Patty lay on the floor, a panting, crying mess. Her feet were flat on the floor, her hand on her head as she tried to regain her composure.
"That...was not fair."
Nick was feeling a bit bad about it. "I'm sorry. I guess we got carried away."
"I'll say."
Patty then looked at him, and her eyes widened a bit. Nick's eyes then widened as she lifted her foot and started moving it towards him.
"Hey, what's with this?" She said as she poked his erection with her nyloned toe.
Nick recoiled and grabbed her ankle, but was half in shock. Finally he let go and made his was to the bathroom....
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