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I've tickled both my mom and aunt before. Does anyone have any tickling stories about their mom or aunt?
I've tickled both my mom and aunt before. Does anyone have any tickling stories about their mom or aunt?
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I wrote a detailed account of my Aunt Ruth's drink fueled confrontation with a Woman she disliked, it was fascinating to watch and I relive the memory regularly http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?194152-If-only-if-it-wasn-t-for-that-glass-of-wine.
Porter I just read your story, did you ever tickle your Aunt Ruth ? How old was she then ? What about now ? Describe her looks ?
One other question, when was the last time you saw her tickled? On a scale of 1 to 10 rate her ticklishness ohWell Jack, I've never tickled my Aunt but have fantasied over tickling her many times. My Aunt was in her late forties then, I believe she's 57-58 now.
My Aunt stands at 5ft 7"(that I know for sure as she once mentioned it) she's always had a classic 'hour glass' figure, large breasted, tight waist and wide hipped, however she has a bit of 'middle aged spread' now, but is still in great shape for a lady of her age.
My Aunt was a good swimmer in her youth and swam regularly until her late twenties and is still quite broad shouldered due to it.
She doesn't swim these days but does yoga and until recently a bit of dancing.
Aunt Ruth is a pretty lady (I'm bias I know) and her hair length has varied over the years, along with the colour, at the moment she's dyed it back to her original reddish/brown.
Her feet I believe are a size 8 and her dress sense I'd say is pretty constant, blouse and skirts rather than dresses and trousers, preferring dark colours rather than bright/loud clothes, the same with her nylons, black, smoke, brown and navy etc.
She can appear quite stern and opinionated to anyone that doesn't know her well, but anyone that does will tell you her bark is much worst than her bite and she has a wicked/cruel sense of humor, oh and (as we know) hates being tickled.
Hope that helps Jack !
One other question, when was the last time you saw her tickled? On a scale of 1 to 10 rate her ticklishness oh
I've only ever seen her tickled once, that was the above account.
How would I rate her ticklishness on a scale of 1 to 10 ?
Well that would have to be a 9/10.
I was stunned and totally shocked by the way my Aunt laughed, screamed, buckled & went to pieces at her tormentors fingers.
I have no doubt she would have begged & sobbed for mercy, had it not been for that fortunate/unfortunate (depends which way you look at it) spillage of wine.
As I've stated in countless replies, my Aunt has always been a tough Lady, a bit of a Queen bee, and the really surprising thing for me was that I never had her down as being that sensitive and tender, it was the feet that really did for Aunt Ruth, once her feet were teased that was it, she melted.
Yes Jack, I enjoyed the chiropractor account but I much preferred the hide & seek story, I'd imagine your old friend still has fond memories of tickling your Mum, but unlike my Aunt I got the impression your Mum kind of enjoyed getting caught & tickled.
Just that one time it seemed with the chiropractor she was flirting or kind of enjoyed it. I will post another one on how we tickled the car keys out if her and another friend helped. Your mom ticklish?
Any chance you might be able to tickle your Aunts feet when u see her and get a photo ? Or maybe tickle her ribs ? Or maybe stir conversation towards ticklishness like pedicures etc?I look forward to reading that, and No my Mum isn't really ticklish, just my Aunt Ruth.
I'll be seeing my Aunt in two weeks time, she rang me and asked me if I could fix her leaking kitchen tap, & also told me her front door is sticking, so hopefully a new washer & a slight adjustment will sort both.
I'll look forward to seeing her & no doubt seeing her long slender nylon feet will bring those memories flooding back.
I did bump into my Aunt's good friend Kath and her Husband a while ago and I asked 'how her friend Treena (the tickle Witch) was doing'
she shook her head, raised her eyebrows and said "Don't ask, we won't go there, long story love" and quickly changed the subject.
So looking forward to finding out exactly what she meant, hopefully my Aunt will provide some answers, i do love it when Women get bitchy...lol.
Look forward to reading about your 'car key' incident Jack.
Any chance you might be able to tickle your Aunts feet when u see her and get a photo ? Or maybe tickle her ribs ? Or maybe stir conversation towards ticklishness like pedicures etc?
Thanks Tokyo_Tickler, Ruth is indeed a very attractive Woman, even if I am bias.
You'll be pleased to know she actually does wear stockings and garter belts, not too often, but I've seen many a pair drying over radiators and hanging on her washing line, she once wore them in my presence when showing me her outfit for a 'roaring twenties' night, although it was only for the fact she asked if her stocking seams were straight, otherwise i'd never had known.
I think the tables would definitely had turned had i intervened and aided her, but ashamed as I am to admit it, I was way to stunned, surprised and excited at the events unfolding in front of my eyes.
It's not everyday you see your Aunt get tickled to hysterics and owned in front of you, it was a crazy night and one i'll never forget or want to forget..lol.
Just that one time it seemed with the chiropractor she was flirting or kind of enjoyed it. I will post another one on how we tickled the car keys out if her and another friend helped. Your mom ticklish?
I wrote a detailed account of my Aunt Ruth's drink fueled confrontation with a Woman she disliked, it was fascinating to watch and I relive the memory regularly http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?194152-If-only-if-it-wasn-t-for-that-glass-of-wine.
I always loved this story....
Dude that was an awesome story. Aunt Meg certainly seemed to have very ticklish feet. Did she eve4 tell your parents that you use to tickle her feet ? Did you ever see her feet bare ? On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being off the charts can you rank her ticklishness ? What part of her feet were the most ticklish ? Was she built like Mary Tyler Moore too ? I've always liked the thin slender feet. Great story thanks for posting.Here's a story I posted in the Nylon ticking thread.
Absolutely 100% true.
Hello all!
I've been contemplating telling this story on this thread for quite some time now. I'm absolutely certain it's where my love for tickling pretty female feet had got its start, especially when sheer nylons are involved.
I'm going back many many years ago in the early 70's when I was muuuuch younger. My parents both worked and between two to three times a week my Aunt would babysit me after school to around 6 pm. Now my Aunt Megan was in her early 50's and not an Aunt by blood but a great friend to my mom, very much like an older sister to her being close to 20 years older than my mom. My Aunt had no kids and her and her husband Ed were very generous toward my brothers and I. I remember Aunt Megan dressed very much like Mary Tyler Moore with the bell-bottom polyester pants and those blouses and sweaters with those conservative yet sexy shoes and always nude hose, always! These are very much like the shoes she wore all the time along with her slippers but always had those nude hose on.
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I remember her apartment was always perfect and she was a great cook. She always made us anything we wanted and always baked cookies.
Anyway, Aunt Meg would pick me up from school and we would stop at the Newspaper stand and she would always let me pick out a piece of candy and shed buy the paper for my Uncle and we'd go home to her apartment. She would immediately head to the kitchen and I'd set myself up in front of her COLOR TV, we had a small black and white one and I'd watch my cartoons and The Rifleman reruns LOL. After about an hour or so she'd come into the parlour and plop into this comfy gold chair she had and put her feet up on a matching Ottoman. She would always sigh with content and then barely pop her heels out of her shoes. I can still hear that sound today and when my wife does it I still get butterflies in my stomach. Aunt Megan would always ask, "What are we watching?" and no matter what it was she always made it sound like it was her favorite show as well. Again, she never had kids of her own so she truly spoiled my brothers and I. What was good about this time of day was my older brothers were still at either football practice, basketball practice or baseball practice depending on what time of year it was.
After a while of me sitting on the floor with a glass of milk and a pillow Aunt Meg would always fall asleep for a few minutes in the chair with her stocking feet hanging off the Ottoman and her shoes dangling on her toes. I remember crawling on my stomach like the soldiers I've seen do in all those WW2 movies and place my head right under her feet hanging off the Ottoman. I would very carefully reach up and with one finger and gently tickle the little bit of her arch that was exposed and her heel. I was interested at how her sheer stocking was actually stretched near her arch that it wasn't really touching her foot in one spot. She never moved her foot from my first foray into tickling her foot. I'm gonna guess she was a size 8-9. So, I would pay close attention and listen to hear any changing to her breathing and then I would slowly take one shoe off. As soon as her shoe would come off she would always wiggle her painted toes in her reinforced stockings. I now know this was a clear indication that she was in fact NOT asleep but being a kid I no idea. That's when my heart would start pounding. I would just lay there for a few minutes just looking up at the sheer nylon clad foot dangling over me. I remember her foot was slender, not a single callous and her arch had a few deep wrinkles. Her toes were slim and were in perfect descending order and no bunions lol. I would eventually muster the courage and slowly run one finger from her heel to the base of her toes and back again Mimicing Bluto from the Popeye cartoons. Her toes would spread and wiggle but her foot would never move. When I was certain Aunt Meg was fast asleep I would just gently tickle her sole and her toes would wiggle and her foot would shake. As I grew bolder I would begin to tickle under her toes and the pad of her big toe. I now know this was a bit much for her and she would begin to giggle as I remember her saying "Oooohhhhh hehehe ooooohehehe". That's when I would quickly stop, crawl back to my spot on floor in front of the TV and pretend like nothing happened. Back then I truly thought she was asleep LOL. Aunt Meg woke up to find me sitting where I was when she "fell asleep". I'll never forget this exchange. Aunt Meg asked me how long she was asleep and I would just reply "Not Long". She replied" Oh Ok, I was dreaming that a cute little mouse was tickling my toes, you didn't see a mouse take my shoe off did you?" I would just feign interest and shrug no. I remember this exchange had my head swimming and a strange excitement come over me. Aunt Meg then said, "Well I'm going to try and nap some more, if you see that little mouse tell him to be careful, my feet and toes are terribly ticklish". Then Aunt Meg dropped the other remaining shoe off her toes then covered her legs with a small knitted blanket but left her feet exposed hanging off the edge of the Ottoman. After she feigned sleep for about five minutes I once again crawled into position, place a throw pillow under my head and looked up at Aunt Megan's feet dangling in front of my face. I reached up and slowly ran my fingers over her newly exposed foot and her toes wiggled and flexed. I grew bold and I gently kept running my finger under her toes. Her feet wiggled but she kept them in place. I kept tickling and she began to giggle heartily and I remember her pretending to be asleep while she giggled saying " Oooo hahaha you naughty little mouse hahahahah that tickles hahaha..." I was in sheer delight and I tickled her feet from heel to toe and under her toes for like five minutes. The entire time she pretended to be asleep and dreaming the tickling saying "Ooo hahaha that tickles my toes, hehehe, please little mouse not my toes hehehehehe, oh my hehehe that tickles hehehehe, not there little mouse hehehehehe." I remember she must've had enough and couldn't take anymore and pretend to wake up and pulled her feet up onto the Ottoman. I quickly returned to my spot in front of the TV and pretended to watch. I remember my Aunt saying "Did you see a little mouse running around here?" I remember she was rubbing the soles of her feet along the Ottoman to rub the tickles out. Her makeup was running under eyes, she had been giggling so hard she had years in her eyes. I told her I didn't see a mouse and pretend to be perplexed. She said "I think there was a cute, naughty little mouse tickling my feet and toes while I was asleep, you didn't see him did you?" I shrugged and said nope. Then Aunt Meg said, "Ok then, I'm counting on you to be my protector and keep that little mouse from tickling my feet, they're very ticklish!". Aunt Meg got up, slipped her shoes back on and said, "We'll set up a trap for him the next few days and see if he comes back to tickle my feet during my nap then you can catch him for me ok?" My head was spinning and I couldn't wait for the next day. At the time I truly thought she was sleeping the whole time and was actually trying to catch the mouse.
Now, I am CERTAIN that's where my fetish got its jump start.