Tickleover
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This is my second story of my mom getting tickled. This actually took place before the first one, before my aunt had my mom tied up and tickled. If I were you I'd read this one first, then that one. Or not. Maybe you're a rebel like that.
Anyway, this story is about when we were on holiday. I had just turned 14 I think. It was kind of a series of small tickles between me and my mom as we tried to get revenge on each other.
I remember she started it on the first day. We had a private place with our own pool because we'd won some discount in a competition or something. I don't really know. Anyway, I was lying in a bathing chair by the pool with my eyes closed when she came up and just started tickling my belly. I wasn't expecting it so I wasn't in a good position to push her off, but I managed eventually. My mom just laughed saying I should have kept my guard up. I knew that I would have to get her back.
Later that day (maybe the next day, can't remember) I was in the pool and she was dipping her feet in. She was just relaxing with her eyes closed as I swam when I suddenly realised my opportunity. I dipped underneath, put her ankles in an armlock and began tickling her soles. She pulled up, pulling me out of the water in time to let me hear her sharp laugh.
I didn't think anymore of it until a few days later when the weekend came. It was pretty much the same situation as the last time she got me, but it was a bit longer. "Don't let your guard down" she laughed "and don't tickle ME" she said. I think she was saying that to get me to go after her again for sure.
The next day we were out for an evening meal. It was very close to the place we stayed at so we walked. Only when we got there did I realise my mom was wearing flip flops. My mom never liked wearing shoes or socks in the house, and preferred sandals outside unless it was winter or at least very cold. Whenever she had he chance, she would go barefoot. I'm sure I could get pictures of them now easily. It was no surprise when she slipped of her flip flops under the table. Sitting opposite her, I noticed that she rested her feet against the leg of the table in the middle of whatever it is called. Basically, the soles of her feet were facing me under the table. I wanted to get her back, but found it awkward with my brother and dad being there. I would just have to wait for the opportunity. After we had eaten, my dad and brother went to go to the bathroom and I nearly went with them but stopped myself. When they had gone my mom and me weren't speaking, just sitting there. That's when I innocently dropped my fork and headed under the table. I ran a hand down each foot with my finger fluttering along the way. She scrunched her toes and pulled back. When I came back up, she just laughed and shook her head. She didn't seem to mind so I assumed this little competition was over.
I was wrong. The next day my mom got my feet whilst I was lying on the sofa barefoot. I doubt you care much about this part, it just paved the way for the last tickling of my mom.
It was our last day before we left and I had to get my mom back. I didn't expect it to be anything special, just a brief tickle. Anyway, I went to the kitchen and sure enough my mom was there. She was crouching down putting something in the safe that was oddly placed on the kitchen floor. Before I could ask her what she was doing, I saw her putting a large pack of chips in there. "What are you doing" I said. "Saving food for me. You all eat everything and it's the last bag." I suddenly had an idea. "Give me the safe code" I said, blocking the entrance and she refused as a I hoped. "Ok then" I said. I attacked her sides scribbling my fingers onto them. She crumbled and tried to crawl away in hysterics. "Not until I have that code!" I said as I grabbed her wrists. "They're mine" she chuckled. I couldn't believe opportunity had come so easily. I locked her wrists under one arm and went to work on her armpits with the other. She was laughing hard now. I paused and said "The code?". She said nothing. "I didn't want it to come to this" I said as I made my way down to her ankles. I locked her ankles under my arm and looked at her feet. Of course, they were bare and they struggled as she tried to pull away, but I had a firm grip. I just scribbled my fingers all over her soles, under her toes on her heels and even managed in between her toes a little. She was in hysterics. After about a minute I let go and said "fine you win" with a smile on my face. She steadied her breathing, got up and walked past me and told me the code. "Just say please next time" she said with a smile as she left. I realised then that she didn't care about the bag of chips. She just wanted to be tickled.
That's all that happened. I'm not sure why my mom let herself be tickled if my aunt apparently told me that my mom begged not to be tickled by her in my other story. But oh well.
If you've got any questions feel free to ask
I was wrong. The next day my mom got my feet whilst I was lying on the sofa barefoot. I doubt you care much about this part, it just paved the way for the last tickling of my mom.
I'm glad you like the stories!
I'm afraid I'm not a fan of having my moms picture associated with this, but I can try and get some shots of her feet.
She isn't barefoot too much in winter but I can always try!
Would love to hear all your stories in great detail.