So my Mom was walking around the house one day in a bra and jean shorts. I was sitting down on the living room floor playing Zelda when I saw her and asked her to put on a shirt.
- “No, why? It’s hot today. I’m fine like this.”
- “Cause it’s gross! I don’t wanna see that!” (I said hiding the fact that her fit, soft belly was begging for me to tickle it.)
- “Just don’t look at me then, it’s hot!”
(She said as she laid down on our sectional couch)
Not only was she shirtless in a bra but she was barefoot too. I was going crazy, I tried to keep playing my game but My neck just kept turning on its own to look at her delicious belly & her beautiful feet. Again, I asked her to put on a shirt. She refused. After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave her one last chance to put on a shirt. Again, she refused. So I had to take matters into my own hands.
I walked up to the couch and said “If you’re not gonna put on a shirt then you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences.”
I sat on her thighs grabbed her jean shorts and pulled them down enough to expose all of her belly, lower belly, and hips right up until the panty line. She grabbed my wrists and asked: “What are you doing?!” The question was immediately answered by my tickling fingers slowly teasing her lower belly with the absolute lightest tickles right at the edge of her panty line. She started giggling immediately:
- “STOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOPP!! That tiihihihickleeesss hahahahaha”
As I kept tickling and teasing she kept giggling and let go of my wrists such as to let the tickling continue unopposed. I noticed this and quickly lifted her arms up and blew a raspberry right into her soft tummy. She let out a burst of laughter:
- “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
- Do you remember how I used to do these to you as a kid? *blows raspberry*
- “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahah!!! yehehehehehehesss. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
In between raspberries, I started nibbling on her belly, acting as if I was eating it while kneading her sides. This drove her crazy and led her to plead with me to stop “eating her belly”.
So I went to my room and grabbed one of the feathers from my collection. I started tickling in between her toes making her laugh and try to hide her feet. I grabbed one and kept going.
After about 10 minutes of driving her crazy tickling between her toes, I went back to her belly and blew a few raspberries and started nibbling on it again. She was wiggling like crazy under my lips kissing her belly. And I remembered I had the feather and swiveled it inside her bellybutton. She screamed laughing harder than ever before. I found her worst tickle spot. It was so bad in an instant she gave up and went to put on a shirt. I wonder if she would’ve let me tickle her all day just to be shirtless
Pic of mom and her feet for reference
- “No, why? It’s hot today. I’m fine like this.”
- “Cause it’s gross! I don’t wanna see that!” (I said hiding the fact that her fit, soft belly was begging for me to tickle it.)
- “Just don’t look at me then, it’s hot!”
(She said as she laid down on our sectional couch)
Not only was she shirtless in a bra but she was barefoot too. I was going crazy, I tried to keep playing my game but My neck just kept turning on its own to look at her delicious belly & her beautiful feet. Again, I asked her to put on a shirt. She refused. After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave her one last chance to put on a shirt. Again, she refused. So I had to take matters into my own hands.
I walked up to the couch and said “If you’re not gonna put on a shirt then you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences.”
I sat on her thighs grabbed her jean shorts and pulled them down enough to expose all of her belly, lower belly, and hips right up until the panty line. She grabbed my wrists and asked: “What are you doing?!” The question was immediately answered by my tickling fingers slowly teasing her lower belly with the absolute lightest tickles right at the edge of her panty line. She started giggling immediately:
- “STOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOPP!! That tiihihihickleeesss hahahahaha”
As I kept tickling and teasing she kept giggling and let go of my wrists such as to let the tickling continue unopposed. I noticed this and quickly lifted her arms up and blew a raspberry right into her soft tummy. She let out a burst of laughter:
- “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
- Do you remember how I used to do these to you as a kid? *blows raspberry*
- “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahah!!! yehehehehehehesss. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
In between raspberries, I started nibbling on her belly, acting as if I was eating it while kneading her sides. This drove her crazy and led her to plead with me to stop “eating her belly”.
So I went to my room and grabbed one of the feathers from my collection. I started tickling in between her toes making her laugh and try to hide her feet. I grabbed one and kept going.
After about 10 minutes of driving her crazy tickling between her toes, I went back to her belly and blew a few raspberries and started nibbling on it again. She was wiggling like crazy under my lips kissing her belly. And I remembered I had the feather and swiveled it inside her bellybutton. She screamed laughing harder than ever before. I found her worst tickle spot. It was so bad in an instant she gave up and went to put on a shirt. I wonder if she would’ve let me tickle her all day just to be shirtless
Pic of mom and her feet for reference
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