GiggleTales
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I need to share this story with you because it is weirdly interesting. A couple of days ago I came home early, while my son was still at work, and I decided to clean up a little. I am a single mother, and my son is 19. While cleaning his room, I accidentally touched the keyboard of his laptop and turned it on. It did not have a password, so I got curious and decided to check his browsing history. Oh, was it a mistake..
Among typical YouTube music videos and Google searches about fitness, I found a couple of porn site visit logs. Once I clicked those, I was shocked. They were all related to tickling older women and, to be precise, tickling mothers. Is this what my son fantasizes about? Tickling women? Tickling me?
I watched a couple of videos that were in his history, and all of them had a woman in her 30s or 40s tied up and tickled by someone. He finds this hot? He wants to tickle me?
I am 39, by the way, and I love my son more than anything in the world, so I needed to investigate a little more.
Once he got home from work, I made him lunch, and we sat in the living room, watching TV together while eating. I downloaded that Ninja Turtle episode where April gets tickled and put it on, pretending like it is some random channel playing that episode.
Everything was normal, so I was just enjoying a meal. A couple of minutes before that scene was about to happen, and I knew it was coming, I took off my socks and put my feet on a small chair, so both my feet and the TV were now in my son's point of view.
As soon as he realized that it was that episode, he became nervous. When the feather appeared on the screen and they started tickling April, I noticed my son covering his legs and looking at my feet. I teased with, "Oh, I would tell them everything. I can't stand being tickled."
He just smiled and said, "I've finished my meal, mom. I'm going to go to my room and rest if that is okay with you."
I answered, "Of course, my dear."
He left, and I was left there sitting and thinking about how my son has this weird fantasy. It took me about an hour to finally decide to confront him about it. I know it was wrong for me to snoop around his room and touch his laptop. I know I invaded his privacy, but I just had to talk to him about it.
I knocked on the door, and once he told me to come in, I opened it to find him closing his laptop and lying on the bed. I instantly knew what he was doing, so I walked to his bed, sat on the edge, and started talking.
I don't know why, but this is what I said: "Sweety, I have to tell you something. I know about your fetish. I know what you were watching before I came in, and I just want to tell you that it is fine. I know that you want to tickle me."
His cheeks were red, and he was just sitting there with his mouth open. He did not even stop me when I opened his laptop and pressed play. It was a video of a woman hogtied on the bed, and a young boy was tickling her armpits while she was screaming.
I looked my son in the eyes, and I knew what I had to do, so I just told him, "Wait a couple of minutes and then come to my room."
I stood up and went to my room and started getting ready. I put on my gym shorts and sports bra, so as much skin as possible is exposed. I was already clean-shaven, and I go to the gym regularly, so everything was clean.
I took some rope, tied my ankles to the lower parts of the bed, and I tied two ropes to the upper part of the bed frame. I laid face down on the bed and waited. I had my running shoes on my feet because I knew he would enjoy taking them off. I just wanted my son to enjoy his fantasy, but I did not expect what was coming.
He entered the room a couple of minutes later, and without a word, he started tying my hands with the ropes I had prepared.
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I was tied up, face down, wearing only my gym shorts and sports bra and my running shoes on my feet. My son was standing above me, and I was waiting for him to start playing his game and enjoying the situation. But before he started, he told me this: "Mom, I know how hard it is for you to know that this is what I fantasize about, and I know you just wanted to make me happy, but just so you know, this was a mistake. You are about to experience the worst tickle torture you can imagine."
Before I could say anything, I felt a ballgag enter by mouth, and I was shocked again. Did my son really just say that? Where did he get a ball gag? What is going on?
My mind was racing, and I did not know what to do. And then he started. His fingers landed on my ribs first, and as soon as he touched me, I started trashing around.
Am I really this ticklish? What the fuck?
He started squeezing hard and fast, so I lost it.
"HGHHGHAHGHGHAHA PLGHAGGHASE TGHOHGHAP!" I started begging, and almost immediately, my saliva started dripping down on the bed from the ball gag.
He started teasing me with, "Oh, who is my little ticklish slave? You are at my mercy now, you know that, right mom?"
He was enjoying this so much.
I was losing it, and before I could say anything, he started tickling my feet and my legs, so I was pulling with my legs, but I tied them well so there was no escape. He showed no mercy for the next hour or so. He used his fingers to hold my toes back while tickling under them. He used both hands at the same time to tickle my thighs. He dug deep into my armpits. By the time he was finished, I was a sweaty mess.
Once he was done, he said, "I think it's enough for today; thanks, mom." And he untied me and just went to his room. I lay there for about ten minutes before gathering enough strength to go take a shower. As soon as I got dressed, I heard the dorbell. Someone was at the door. I oppened, and there was a young girl from the neighborhood standing there with her phone in her hands, showing me a video taken from my bedroom window of my son tickling me. Before I could say anything, she just said, "If you don't want this video shared all over the town, be at my house tomorrow evening."
And she just turned around and left.
I was left speechless. What does she want??
This story is just a setup for part two. Part two soon!
Among typical YouTube music videos and Google searches about fitness, I found a couple of porn site visit logs. Once I clicked those, I was shocked. They were all related to tickling older women and, to be precise, tickling mothers. Is this what my son fantasizes about? Tickling women? Tickling me?
I watched a couple of videos that were in his history, and all of them had a woman in her 30s or 40s tied up and tickled by someone. He finds this hot? He wants to tickle me?
I am 39, by the way, and I love my son more than anything in the world, so I needed to investigate a little more.
Once he got home from work, I made him lunch, and we sat in the living room, watching TV together while eating. I downloaded that Ninja Turtle episode where April gets tickled and put it on, pretending like it is some random channel playing that episode.
Everything was normal, so I was just enjoying a meal. A couple of minutes before that scene was about to happen, and I knew it was coming, I took off my socks and put my feet on a small chair, so both my feet and the TV were now in my son's point of view.
As soon as he realized that it was that episode, he became nervous. When the feather appeared on the screen and they started tickling April, I noticed my son covering his legs and looking at my feet. I teased with, "Oh, I would tell them everything. I can't stand being tickled."
He just smiled and said, "I've finished my meal, mom. I'm going to go to my room and rest if that is okay with you."
I answered, "Of course, my dear."
He left, and I was left there sitting and thinking about how my son has this weird fantasy. It took me about an hour to finally decide to confront him about it. I know it was wrong for me to snoop around his room and touch his laptop. I know I invaded his privacy, but I just had to talk to him about it.
I knocked on the door, and once he told me to come in, I opened it to find him closing his laptop and lying on the bed. I instantly knew what he was doing, so I walked to his bed, sat on the edge, and started talking.
I don't know why, but this is what I said: "Sweety, I have to tell you something. I know about your fetish. I know what you were watching before I came in, and I just want to tell you that it is fine. I know that you want to tickle me."
His cheeks were red, and he was just sitting there with his mouth open. He did not even stop me when I opened his laptop and pressed play. It was a video of a woman hogtied on the bed, and a young boy was tickling her armpits while she was screaming.
I looked my son in the eyes, and I knew what I had to do, so I just told him, "Wait a couple of minutes and then come to my room."
I stood up and went to my room and started getting ready. I put on my gym shorts and sports bra, so as much skin as possible is exposed. I was already clean-shaven, and I go to the gym regularly, so everything was clean.
I took some rope, tied my ankles to the lower parts of the bed, and I tied two ropes to the upper part of the bed frame. I laid face down on the bed and waited. I had my running shoes on my feet because I knew he would enjoy taking them off. I just wanted my son to enjoy his fantasy, but I did not expect what was coming.
He entered the room a couple of minutes later, and without a word, he started tying my hands with the ropes I had prepared.
__
I was tied up, face down, wearing only my gym shorts and sports bra and my running shoes on my feet. My son was standing above me, and I was waiting for him to start playing his game and enjoying the situation. But before he started, he told me this: "Mom, I know how hard it is for you to know that this is what I fantasize about, and I know you just wanted to make me happy, but just so you know, this was a mistake. You are about to experience the worst tickle torture you can imagine."
Before I could say anything, I felt a ballgag enter by mouth, and I was shocked again. Did my son really just say that? Where did he get a ball gag? What is going on?
My mind was racing, and I did not know what to do. And then he started. His fingers landed on my ribs first, and as soon as he touched me, I started trashing around.
Am I really this ticklish? What the fuck?
He started squeezing hard and fast, so I lost it.
"HGHHGHAHGHGHAHA PLGHAGGHASE TGHOHGHAP!" I started begging, and almost immediately, my saliva started dripping down on the bed from the ball gag.
He started teasing me with, "Oh, who is my little ticklish slave? You are at my mercy now, you know that, right mom?"
He was enjoying this so much.
I was losing it, and before I could say anything, he started tickling my feet and my legs, so I was pulling with my legs, but I tied them well so there was no escape. He showed no mercy for the next hour or so. He used his fingers to hold my toes back while tickling under them. He used both hands at the same time to tickle my thighs. He dug deep into my armpits. By the time he was finished, I was a sweaty mess.
Once he was done, he said, "I think it's enough for today; thanks, mom." And he untied me and just went to his room. I lay there for about ten minutes before gathering enough strength to go take a shower. As soon as I got dressed, I heard the dorbell. Someone was at the door. I oppened, and there was a young girl from the neighborhood standing there with her phone in her hands, showing me a video taken from my bedroom window of my son tickling me. Before I could say anything, she just said, "If you don't want this video shared all over the town, be at my house tomorrow evening."
And she just turned around and left.
I was left speechless. What does she want??
This story is just a setup for part two. Part two soon!
