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SmashTV said:

This is another tale circa Christmas 2001. I was hanging about at home with my parents, aunt and uncle, and about to go over to my gf’s house. I was eating there, and so didn’t follow when my mum announced that dinner was ready. Everybody else got up to go into the dining room....except my aunt. She was wearing a red cardigan, black t shirt, black trousers, black socks and brown leather closed toed sandals as slippers. Taking advantage of us being alone I bent down and gave her socked left foot a quick tickle. I’d tickled her stocking feet briefly the day before, so it wasn’t out of nowhere. She smiled and thanked me, and so encouraged by this I sat down directly in front of her.

'Let's do this properly'.

I raised her legs and slowly removed her shoes. As I did this the hem of her trousers rode up and, much to my joy, I noticed that she was wearing black tights under her socks. In a bold move I peeled off both of her socks and began quickly tickling her stocking feet! My aunt smiled and laughed at this, her feet warm from being in slippers and socks all day. Her stocking soles felt as delightful as ever, and I lifted her feet out in front of her to tickle and gaze at her stocking soles. I followed this by putting them flat on the ground to snake my fingers the length of her insteps! My aunt just sat there throughout with a huge grin on her face, eyes closed, and just kept saying that I was 'the best', whatever that meant! I carried on tickling my aunt’s feet for a few more minutes before realising that not only did I have a date, but that the others could be coming back in from dinner soon!

I finished off by quickly tickling my aunt's tummy and armpits through her cardigan (only the second time I'd tickled her somewhere other than her feet!), at which she laughed a little bit harder and admitted that she was 'ticklish everywhere'! I finished with a flourish of tickles on her sides and feet, and then shared a knowing smile with my aunt. My aunt smiled back with the same knowing grin, and said that she should probably go to the dinner table. I agreed, we shared a hug and I went to the dining room to say goodbye to everybody else. got up to go to the dinner table. My aunt followed me out shortly after, and I noticed that my parents and uncle had been talking all the time I'd been tickling my aunt, completely oblivious to what had gone on in the front room!

As I said my goodbyes my aunt went back into the front room and returned with her sandals on..minus her socks! I don’t know if anyone noticed or not, but I like to think that my aunt was giving me a hidden message by ditching her socks. Of course, I could be overthinking this!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

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tickledmrs said:

I think I posted that my mom was extremely ticklish, and dad used to tickle her all the time. I recall many Friday and Saturday nights when I heard mom laughing hysterically while dad tickled the daylights out of her in their bedroom.
There were even times in the kitchen when mom was making dinner and I was watching tv in the living room or den I'd hear "no George no...ahhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahaha". After about 2-3 minutes of laughter it would stop and she'd say "you know I'm ticklish!".
But there were other times.
Mom almost always got tickled at parties, especially New Year's. I'd either hear her laughing or watched as she got tickled, falling to the floor and squirming around as dad and her brother tickled her crazy. She had this great laugh, loud and rapid. After a time she'd go silent, but kind of a wheezing laugh, then loud again.
On vacation, dad had motel rooms the joined by a door. I slept in one room, and my parents in another. I'd hear mom laughing like crazy in their room, many times for an hour or more. I'd hear, "no George, not there,hahahahahahahahahaha, no no not the feet hahahahahahahahaha". After it stopped, mom would come look in on me, give me a kiss, and say "your dad was tickling me".
At the lake, mom was in a bathing suit or tank top and shorts. Dad and her brother would have her down on the grass tickling the daylights out of her. After she'd say "oh you guys, I'm so ticklish!". Then at night her laughter rang from the cabin, either dad or my uncle was tickling her. There were "no no's, not there, or I can't stand it! as she laughed and laughed.
Dad often tickled her in public, but very discreetly. Waiting in line for a movie, he'd put his hands under her coat and wiggle his fingers. Mom would squirm and giggle, saying "stop it, your tickling me!". He'd even tickle her in the movie, always sat at the back. If it was a comedy, mom would be laughing loudly as he tickled her. In a drama, he'd take her foot and lightly tickle it, her foot would wiggle like crazy, she tried to muffle a laugh. He'd do just enough to get her giggling.
They had quite the tickling life.

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tickledmrs said:

I think I posted that my mom was extremely ticklish, and dad used to tickle her all the time. I recall many Friday and Saturday nights when I heard mom laughing hysterically while dad tickled the daylights out of her in their bedroom.
There were even times in the kitchen when mom was making dinner and I was watching tv in the living room or den I'd hear "no George no...ahhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahaha". After about 2-3 minutes of laughter it would stop and she'd say "you know I'm ticklish!".
But there were other times.
Mom almost always got tickled at parties, especially New Year's. I'd either hear her laughing or watched as she got tickled, falling to the floor and squirming around as dad and her brother tickled her crazy. She had this great laugh, loud and rapid. After a time she'd go silent, but kind of a wheezing laugh, then loud again.
On vacation, dad had motel rooms the joined by a door. I slept in one room, and my parents in another. I'd hear mom laughing like crazy in their room, many times for an hour or more. I'd hear, "no George, not there,hahahahahahahahahaha, no no not the feet hahahahahahahahaha". After it stopped, mom would come look in on me, give me a kiss, and say "your dad was tickling me".
At the lake, mom was in a bathing suit or tank top and shorts. Dad and her brother would have her down on the grass tickling the daylights out of her. After she'd say "oh you guys, I'm so ticklish!". Then at night her laughter rang from the cabin, either dad or my uncle was tickling her. There were "no no's, not there, or I can't stand it! as she laughed and laughed.
Dad often tickled her in public, but very discreetly. Waiting in line for a movie, he'd put his hands under her coat and wiggle his fingers. Mom would squirm and giggle, saying "stop it, your tickling me!". He'd even tickle her in the movie, always sat at the back. If it was a comedy, mom would be laughing loudly as he tickled her. In a drama, he'd take her foot and lightly tickle it, her foot would wiggle like crazy, she tried to muffle a laugh. He'd do just enough to get her giggling.
They had quite the tickling life.

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Jack Sanfini said:

Mrs. Thanks for sharing, its quite obvious where you get your ticklishness from. I would love to see you and your mom getting a pedicure side by side. Lol

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solarcharger said:

Over the years, I’ve taken notice that a LOT of little kids seem to be attracted to feet tickling. At Family gatherings, social functions, etc, where little kids are around adult females…if one of the adult women should happen to take off her shoes, it’s a safe bet that before long, one or two of the littler kids will be attracted to her feet, and usually, but not always, it ends up with them tickling her feet.

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SmashTV said:

This follows on directly from my last post about my aunt. As I said, my gf and I were visiting my aunt and uncle in the summer of 2005, and to be honest it was grim. Although the Edinburgh Festival was on, usually a great event of comedy, art and street theatre, it rained for the majority of the week and we were very limited in what we could do. There also seemed to be tension between my aunt and uncle, which didn't help; my aunt....how do I put this....liked a drink or several every so often. I drink, you probably drink, most people drink, there's nothing wrong with drinking at all. However, at times my aunt would be drinking in secret, drinking in between drinks, that sort of thing. It wasn't constant, but she'd have little episodes where she'd drink too much. This was one of those weeks.

One day, my aunt promised us both a homemade chilli con carne for the evening meal, but when she'd cooked it she'd done so while under the influence. As a result, although it was nice it was ridiculously hot - she'd added ginger to it as well, and while I could manage to eat it my eyes were watering and I'd worked up a sweat. My gf and uncle couldn't manage it, and so they both decided to get fish and chips. For the first time all holiday, I'd be alone with my aunt. She'd been barefoot all week as it was still summertime warm despite the rain. This day was no different, but I had to have my traditional tickle! I heard my uncle say that it was about a ten minute drive, so I estimated that, including the time it took to get served and cook the food, I'd have roughly half an hour alone with my aunt. I gave it roughly thirty seconds from hearing the car pull away before initiating things. My aunt came back from the kitchen, apologising for dinner.

'I'm sorry that it wasn't nice, I think I might have overdone it'.
'Ah, no problem, I managed it. Come on, sit down and have your feet tickled!'

My aunt's response was music to my ears.

'Oh, lovely....I've been looking forward to this all week!'

As had I...

I sat opposite her and she placed her bare feet in my lap, and I was amazed at how soft they were. I tickled her arches to the balls of her feet, watching her face as she smiled and moaned dreamily. She then began to question me about my foot fetish, asking what the fascination was for me. She said that she could understand a fascination with shoes, but not feet. I told her that I wasn't aware of what it was, but I'd just known that I'd liked feet since I was young - quickly adding that it was mainly stocking feet, and if she wanted to put some tights on I'd not complain. My aunt laughed, but said it was too hot and told me - quite firmly - to keep tickling. Who was I to argue? I kept on tickling, my fingers moving all over her feet as I could feel myself tingling down below. I decided to do something I'd never done before, and told my aunt that I wanted to try something. With that, I lifted her left foot to my mouth and began sucking on her toes.

I'd never really done this before as I was more into tickling, but in the last couple of years I'd had some female friends who'd indulged my fetish and let me play with their stocking feet. One of them was off the scale ticklish but enjoyed having her toes sucked anyway, the other was a newbie to tickling but found the nylon toe sucking 'orgasmic' (her words, not mine!). As a result, I thought I'd experiment with my aunt. If she already liked having her feet tickled, then maybe she'd like having her toes sucked, right? To be honest, I'm not too sure if she did like it - she was still tipsy, so it might not have registered properly. However, I worked my tongue between her toes, still tickling her feet where I could and trying to gauge her reaction. I stopped to ask if she was enjoying it, and she replied she wasn't sure as she'd not had it done before. Before I could ask anything else, however, my aunt took her left foot back and planted it squarely on my face.

Again, I'm more into tickling but this was something else; had I converted my aunt to the point where she wanted to be in control? I felt the smooth but cold skin of her sole on my face, no odour, and let my aunt push me back further into my chair. Any thoughts of my gf and uncle returning were non existent, as I just let my aunt smother me. I was disappointed she wasn't wearing tights, but still, I'd never expected this! I began licking her sole as best I could, which must have stirred something in my aunt as her right foot then came up into my lap and fondled my crotch! She rolled her toes, ball and instep against me, obviously feeling how excited I'd become, and then quickly repeated it back and forth two or three times. I let out a muffled gasp and moan, which sadly must have snapped my aunt from her trance as she instantly placed both feet on the ground. She looked anxious and worried, and for a second I wondered if we'd been caught.

'What am I doing? You're my nephew, I shouldn't be doing that!'

I held her hand to comfort her, and told that it was fine; we'd both just got carried away and that it would be our secret. This seemed to calm her down a bit, and I told her that she'd made my holiday. This made her laugh, and seemed to break any tension or angst that had existed in the last few minutes. We gave each other a big hug, and I thanked her for being so indulgent of my foot fetish. My aunt laughed, and said that she always liked it when I tickled her feet and was happy for me to do so. We both grabbed a drink to cool down, and about five minutes later my gf and uncle came back with the chips. My aunt and I shared little winks and smiles for the rest of the night, seen only by us. I didn't go near her feet for the rest of the holiday (it may well have been the penultimate day), but that experience was certainly enough to keep me going!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

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