MORE stories of Moms and Aunts...a new thread for 2022.

[SmashTeeVee]

I’ll see if I can answer my own question! 😀

I’ve always been able to appreciate older women, whether it’s a family friend, a teacher, an actress etc. There was often an air of confidence about them that I found appealing, which of course comes from life experience and natural maturing. Plus, having a kink for nylon feet from a young age, I’d enjoy seeing women in tights more so than girls my own age. A fair few of my own experiences occurred in my younger years when was tickling my aunt or friend’s mothers nylon feet. I imagine that as a teen they just saw it as childish fun, but as I got older they may have sensed another ‘layer’ to it.

When I was 14, I accidentally revealed to my aunt that I liked feet - whilst I was actually in the process of tickling her feet! She didn’t freak out or stop me and actually seemed okay about it, but Ayer this there was a gap of several years where I’d not seen much of her, let alone tickle her. When I next spent a lot of time with her I was 21, and my aunt instigated several foot tickling moments. It was as if a dynamic had changed, and my aunt was on board and enjoyed hiding in plain sight.

She would have been in her mid 50s at this point, and so had that confidence a mature woman has. My uncle was a good man, incidentally, maybe not the most charismatic of men but he provided for his family and looked after them. They married quite young though, so possibly my aunt enjoyed the break from the norm and the attention she got when I was tickling her feet, and not just the sensation of it.

The same applies to friend’s mothers too; instead of just being ‘Mum’, they were receiving attention from a younger man, which may have made them feel appreciated and not necessarily overlooked. If they did have any inkling that I was also enjoying myself it was never mentioned - so maybe they did appreciate the attention.

I’ve probably not explained this very well, I’m certainly no psychiatrist but hopefully some of this makes sense and resonates with people. Any other thoughts and comments welcome.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

In the early 2000s I worked in an office as a general admin bod, and while the majority of people I worked with were delightful, a lady I worked directly with was not. A tall, glamorous but arrogant woman in her early forties, I think she felt that she was my ‘boss’, purely because she’d been there longer. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t all bad, she’d speak glowingly of her kids and could be helpful, but I’d happily have had someone else as a direct colleague.

One thing about her, and we’ll call her D, was that she more often than not wore tights to the office and was in the habit of ditching her shoes during the day. As a nylon fan, this was very conflicting as I didn’t really care for her but was curious about her nylon feet and potential ticklishness. Her feet were quite lengthy, big and ‘sturdy’ looking, but this didn’t mean she wasn’t ticklish, eh?

I finally decided to put it to the test one day, albeit without planning or expectation. I think we were on good terms at this time, but due to several run ins I still had reservations about her. This particular day I happened to be with her at the tea point. It was the end of the day, and we were washing our cups out. She was in a burgundy jacket and skirt with a dark flowery top, greyish beige opaque tights and was in soft flip flops - shoes long since discarded. We made small talk, and as she washed up I decided to take a chance.

‘D, just curious…’, I said as I crouched down next to her, running my fingers over the tops of her feet.

‘…but are your feet ticklish?’

D almost leapt off the floor, her laughter instant as I tickled her, my fingers now snaking into her insteps as I tickled faster. She had a husky, almost silent laugh, and as she danced around to escape the tickling she exposed her soles. Her flip flops offered no protection as my fingers slid rapidly along her nylon soles, all ten fingers running along her feet as she squirmed, laughed and pleaded. I stopped….but then quickly gave her another sneaky tickle just along her insteps. As much as I was enjoying the actual act of tickling her, especially as it was in her nylon feet, there was another part of me enjoying her suffering and humiliation, the arrogance and misplaced leadership ideas now gone in a burst of wheezy hysterics.

‘So, I guess you’re ticklish, D?’ I said, a fake smile on my face.

D could only nod and smile while she regained her composure, and after checking she was okay - I’m not a total monster! - I said goodnight to her. As far as I know she never mentioned it to anyone in the office, but she certainly wasn’t as aloof or superior toward me after that. This was actually the first and only time I’ve tickled someone with a hint of spite, and if I’m being totally honest…. It felt good!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

Following up on my above story about T, the next time I tickled her quite thoroughly was toward the end of the course. I’d had the same core group of friends throughout uni, and this particular night out was like a last hurrah before graduation. There were about seven or eight of us, and we’d hit a few bars before going to a club.

T was wearing a tight purple dress, quite low cut, with black heels and semi sheer black tights. Her brother was visiting her this particular day, and had tagged along for the night out. I’d been gently flirting with T through the night, but felt a bit awkward doing so with her brother being there. However, she assured me it was all fine and, as she was the elder sibling, he wasn’t going to tell her what to do!

Somewhere along the way, T’s brother received some bad news and had to leave. She was of course concerned, but tried her best to enjoy herself. We were quite close and so I listened to her concerns out of friendship and compassion, and kept checking in on her during the night. Fast forward a few hours, and I was sharing a slow dance with T. I asked how she was, and she said she was feeling better and thanked me for helping. I had wanted to help her, of course, but the opportunity was too tempting.

‘No problem, T. I’m always happy to help make you smile and cheer you up. If it cans to it, I could always…’

T was ahead of me.

‘What? No. No! Don’t tiheeehaaaaAAAAAHAAAAheeenonono!’

My fingers had already begun digging into her sides and ribs, holding her in place while she flailed and squirmed against me. She tried turning around but that made it worse and I raced up to her armpits, her laughter now loud and constant. I stopped soon after and let her get her breath back.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked grinning.

T laughed and said she was fine, then much to my surprise and delight said that she’d actually found it quite arousing and suddenly began kissing me! Quite the unexpected treat…

After we’d kissed, much to the shock of our group, we found a little corner where T said she’d that later I could tickle her as much as I liked, but she was concerned about her brother and wanted to find him to see if he was okay. I agreed, we shared another lingering kiss and then she left to find him…and never came back!

I saw her again during the rest of the course and at our graduation, but never since then - social media wasn’t a thing in 1999! I hope she’s had a good life, though - she deserved it.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[nylondude]

So I have this quick story i just have to share involving my mother in law

Me and my partner were invited out for dinner at a local pub by my father and mother in law when sitting there gor a while I tried to put my feet on the middle of The bar that ran underneath the table my mother in laws feet were already on it so I tapped the trying to get the to move them up she did i then said you don't need all the space for your feet she just laughed then the fun bit came because she then pretend to kick my privates thats when I grabbed her ankle under the table and unlaced her trainer and started to remove it she had a kind of nervous smile I took the trainer off slowly and dropped it on the floor the I started slowly started tickling her socked foot she was trying desperately to free her ankle but I didn't work i then tickled harder and faster she was trying to hold In the laughter my partner and her dad went to get there food that's when she couldn't hold it in anymore I slowed my attack when I noticed they were coming pack with there food ideas rubbed her foot for a minute then I let go gave her shoe back under the table and we went and got are food next she just said to me your cruel I almost died lol I said no you didn't she said well no obviously but that tickled like crazy we went back to the table nothing else was said or done

The end

 

[sanfini]

Hiw old is your mother in law?

 

[nylondude]

Hiw old is your mother in law?

Shes 56 years young her shoe size is 4 1/2. Shes amazing i was going thought a difficult time mental with my fetish I felt like I had to tell someone about my fetish so I told her instead of my own mother she was great and supportive she said im not going to treat you any different to how I did before shes kind and loving

 

[SmashTeeVee]

In an earlier story I mentioned a colleague called J, who I became close when we worked together. Through no fault of her own she had a bit of a turbulent personal life, and I became a listener and confidant for her. There was a bit of a spark between us, despite a significant age gap, but we never really acted upon anything. Until Christmas 2007…

It was the office Christmas meal, and a few of us had goe to the pub after. J insisted on buying me a drink as a thank you for my support. I told her she didn’t have to but happily accepted, and eventually my colleagues began drifting away. We decided to call it a night, and left to get a train. J slipped her arm through mine, I patted her hand and headed to the station. We had to walk past our workplace to get there, and J made a comment about not being able to escape work even on a night out. I laughed, but then she said something completely unexpected.

‘We could always go back to the office…’

I looked at her and saw she had a curious smile on her face. I was 32, J was early fifties, but that didn’t matter at all. I thought about it for all of five seconds before agreeing and we headed into the building, flashing our passes at the security guards and letting ourselves into the office. We locked the door and sat on a sofa, giggling at our naughtiness and our unexpected turn of events. We shared a cheeky kiss before getting comfy, and I said that as we were sitting I’d give J one of my foot massages. I’d done it before and slid her boots.off to reveal her black socked feet. J was also wearing sparkly black trousers and a white top, and seemed a bit surprised that I’d gone to her feet, but soon relented when I began massaging!

Of course, massaging her feet wasn’t my main interest so I’d often sneak tickles in, J laughing and squirming and saying ‘No tickling, just rubbing!’. I’d oblige, and then tickle some more. However, during the night J had been drinking gin and, true to form, it made her upset when she thought of her complicated personal life. Not being a complete monster I pulled her in for a reassuring hug, telling her she’d be okay and just consoling her. We stayed like that for about ten minutes, before she composed herself and went to the toilet to dry her eyes. When she returned she placed her feet back in my lap - we never discussed it, but I’m sure she knew about my quirks - and just said ‘Rub!’.

I did just that, but a few minutes later said that I didn’t like seeing her cry, so I’d make her laugh and began tickling her feet again. J laughed but didn’t protest so I really dug in, J now flailing around on the sofa. She inadvertently pulled me close to her so I let go of her feet and tickled her sides, J laughing silently and giddily, her smile wide and face lit up with delight. Through her laughter I could her her saying ‘Tickling….tickling it tickles!’, but not requesting I stop. I tried my luck…

‘Armpits!’

J instinctively knew what I meant and raised her arms, and I dug into her pits as she laughed and squirmed into the sofa. I let her up after a few minutes, and she breathlessly sat up and looked at me. The look in her eye told me she enjoyed it, and then we shared a long, lingering series of kisses, before realising we’d miss our train if we didn’t hurry up. About 90 minutes had passed since we’d entered the office, but definitely 90 minutes well spent!

J was out of the office the following day, so I emailed a message to her work account checking she was okay and hoping that our fun that night had been mutual. I was off the day after and wouldn’t see her until after the weekend. When I arrived at work I saw an email from J, saying she’d had a lovely time and enjoyed all of it. This reassured me, and when she arrived later that morning I thanked her for the email. She smiled, and I knew everything was okay.

A few hours later we had a meeting, and J and I found ourselves sat next to one another on the sofa. We shared a knowing look, but said nothing at all. Who needs words….?

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV