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[SmashTeeVee]

I’ve just recalled another experience with my aunt from later years. This would be about twenty years ago, and was quite impromptu!

She was leaving to return to Scotland, and was getting a coach from London. She’d arrived by coach a week or so earlier, and as I worked near the coach station I met her without warning to surprise her. We’d said our goodbyes previously, but as I knew she was getting an early coach I got the train to London early to maybe see her again. My aunt must have had an inkling I’d do just this as I received a text en route saying ‘Are you awake, you lazy bastard?’! 😀

I laughed and replied that not only was I awake but I was en route to see her off and that I’d see her soon. She replied with a smiley face, and I hoped that the train would get a move on! I eventually arrived at the station and made my way to the coach station to find my aunt, who greeted me with a hug and said ‘I knew you’d come, I just knew it!’, so she was obviously onto my plan….and was fully onboard with it!

I sat next to her and we began talking, as there was still some time before her coach left. Now, while I can’t remember the specifics I’m certain that I had some brief foot fun with her while she visited - the odd quick socked foot tickle here and there while we were alone in the room - so it only seemed right to ask for one last experience before she went! I mean, she could only say no, right?

‘Look, I know you need to go soon, and I need to get to work but before we go would you like to have your feet tickled?’

To be honest, I expected her to say no, as time was short and it was in public. Instead, she briefly contemplated it and agreed…albeit just the one foot! She unzipped her right black ankle boot and placed her black socked foot in my lap. Despite the crowd I took full advantage, massaging and tickling my aunt’s foot as she smiled and moaned contentedly. Maybe because there was no chance of being disturbed she was more receptive, but she happily let me play with her foot for about fifteen minutes, asking me some questions about why I liked feet. When I reminded her that she was my first indulgence - we’d discussed it in depth previously - she laughed, saying that she was ‘responsible for setting me on this path of destruction’!

All too soon, the call came for the coach to be boarded, and so I had to stop. My aunt put her boot back on, thanked me for meeting her and for the tickles, and we shared a goodbye hug. I waved her off on the coach, and then went to work with a spring in my step. I was very nearly late, but it was definitely worth it!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

Although it's not very likely, it would be great to hear about an instance in which a mom (or wife) was tickled by a very young adult male (say, 18, 19, 20 years old). Wouldn't have to be intense tickling. Just a reaction to a tweak to the ribs, poke to the belly maybe a tickle under chin or of course, a ticklish footrub. Please share.

Some of my earlier posts in this thread are about this. Although at 22 I was a bit older than the ages you’ve specified, but I still got some foot massages and tickles in on friend’s middle aged mothers. Hope you enjoy them if you’ve not already read them.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

A slight stretch here, but I once got the briefest of tickles in on my ‘office mother’ - who was a mother herself, so maybe it counts!

She was my line manager, and was a tall, buxom woman in her 50s with an outwardly stern demeanour but was actually very compassionate with a big heart. By ‘office mother’ I mean that she had my back and supported me, protected me from office politics that I remained blissfully unaware of and gave me a kick up the arse when necessary!

This particular day, some twenty years back, she’d actually tickled me first! I was talking to a colleague and as she walked past she gave me a rapid fire series of poles in my sides and ribs. I squirmed at the unexpected ticklish sensation, and she walked off laughing.

It’s only fair I get my revenge, right?

A few hours later she was also talking to a colleague, so I crept up behind her and tickled her sides. It was essentially just a quick goosing, as I was in the workplace and there are limits! However, I dug in quite deeply and she let out a loud wooping noise which echoed around the office! She laughed when she saw it was me, and I smiled that I was paying her back from earlier. That was my story, anyway…!

I never did anything like it again, but as always, it felt good to see a mature woman was unexpectedly ticklish!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

Just remembered this encounter with my aunt from the mid 2000s; it’s not tickling as such, but a nice indulgence from my aunt. She was visiting us, and we were all sat around the dining table. I’d had some tickle fun with her over the previous few days, but on this particular day hadn’t had any opportunity.

I was sat opposite my aunt, and decided to be a bit cheeky while she spoke to my Mum. I gently but deliberately grazed her shin - in trousers - with my socked foot, just to see if she’d notice. I repeated the motion with the other foot, trying to catch her eye as I did. My aunt continued talking to my Mum, but gave me the side eye as she spoke, a slight smile on her face. I kept my toes there, moving them slowly up and down her legs before slowly sliding them down to her feet.

Here’s the interesting part; my aunt, quite out of character, was wearing training shoes indoors. She’d been in for quite a while and would normally either be shoeless or in slippers. My plan was to stop, having had fun with my aunt and gotten a positive reaction, but instead she began wriggling her toes through her trainers! I could just about feel her toes on my soles, so left my feet on hers while my aunt returned the favour!

We stopped after a few minutes, and aside from a knowing shared look it wasn’t mentioned again. I appreciated my aunt indulging me, of course, and like to think she appreciated me instigating things. If she’d been shoeless, who knows what might have happened?

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

Greetings folks, hope you’re all well. I don’t think I’ve posted this story here - I searched for it but couldn’t find it. It’s an account of the last time I had some nylon foot fun with my aunt. It’s from about a year or so before she passed, so I have been reluctant to post it here previously. For completion, though, as I've included all the other notable stories involving my aunt, I think it's fitting to include this one to conclude things.

It was October 2014, and my aunt, uncle and cousin were down for a family event. I'd not been able to tickle my aunt’s nylon feet for some years, but had managed a sneaky poke here or a quick sock tickling there. As such, I hoped that this visit would prove to be different. The family had been to the pub for an afternoon lunch, and although it was October it was unseasonably warm. I left early to get changed into thinner clothes, and on leaving I saw her discarded ankle boots under the table. I didn't know why she'd done it, but due to being stood up I was unable to see if she was wearing socks or tights. I took some glasses back to the bar, and by the time I returned she’d put her boots back on. I said I’d meet them back at my parents’ house, and went home to get and changed into shorts and flip flops. I arrived at my parents' house before anyone else, and when everybody arrived back my aunt sat down and, much to my delight, began to remove her boots. She apologised to myself and my cousin for doing so, leading to my cousin making a 'cheesy feet' comment. Of course, she had no need to apologise to me! If anything, knowing my aunt she made this announcement to make me aware she was removing her boots!

As the boots came off, I saw my aunt was in black socks....which were then removed to reveal black tights! Of course, there was a houseful, but if I found the right time and opportunity then surely I'd be able to sneak in a tickle or two....right? Everyone helped themselves to more drink and settled down; my aunt and gf had left a seat in the middle of the sofa for me, which I gladly took advantage of! As the conversation and drink flowed, I began to take sneaky peeks at my aunt's feet, which were very close to my own. The four other people in the room were all involved in their own conversation, while the only thing on my mind was tickling my aunt's feet. I’d had a few drinks at this point and, while not drunk I wasn’t totally sober. My confidence got the better of me, and waiting until nobody was looking in my direction I began to slowly slide my right foot toward my aunt's left. It was painfully slow, having to stop a few times in case people saw but eventually my toes made contact with her black stocking outline.

It felt glorious, her warm, soft stocking foot against my bare toes. I left it there, and waited for my aunt to move her foot. However, my aunt immediately knew what I was doing and responded in kind! Not only did she keep her foot where it was, she upped the ante and pressed it against my toes! She seemed as keen as I was, and happily reciprocated the subtle touches! I'd slowly wriggle my toes against her outline, and my aunt would flex her foot to allow me more access. How we got away with it I've no idea, but we did! At one point my aunt stood up to stretch her legs, and I thought she might have had second thoughts. However, when she sat down she crossed her feet at the ankles, draping her right foot over the left and giving me full access to her sole! Before I could do anything, however, my aunt used her left foot to pin mine down, discreetly sliding it down my right foot so I could feel her sole gliding across. A minute or so later I returned the favour, using my toes to quickly slide along the length of her right stocking sole while everyone else was talking!

A short time later my aunt said she needed the toilet, and while she was up there I said I needed to go (which I did), and waited outside for her. I let her know I was there, and whispered my thanks to her. My aunt told me to be quiet in case people heard....at which point I began asking her if she enjoyed the tickling and footsies. My aunt told me again to be quiet, but when she came out I asked if I could give her a proper tickle. At this point my uncle nearly came up the stairs, but I told him that there was a queue! I asked my aunt again if I could tickle her feet, and again she told me to be quiet but in the end relented and lifted her left foot for me to scrabble my fingers over her stocking soles. She repeated it with the right foot, but then went downstairs - but not before pulling me in for a hug and telling me that I was her favourite nephew, even if I was cheeky! She went downstairs, and all too soon it was time to go. Alas, I never got to tickle her feet as I would have liked to and even sadder, that was the last time I saw her; we'd share phone calls and texts, some of them tickle related in later months, but alas no visits. I'd like to think that she'd have been keen on having one quite lengthy tickle/stocking feet session, but I'll never know. I miss her regardless, of course, but whenever I think of my aunt, it will always be as the woman who was unknowingly the recipient and of my foot fetish indulgence when I was 11 years old, and helped maintain it for nearly three decades. Thank you, Aunty Susan. xx

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

Some twenty years ago (how time has flown!) I worked with a delightful woman called Jenny. She was a mother of two, early to mid 50s (I was early 30s at the time) and looked like a slightly ‘softer’, brunette version of the actress Amanda Redman. Interestingly, she was one of three mature ticklees in my life that looked like a brunette Amanda Redman, so maybe I’ve got ‘a type’! Jenny usually wore trousers instead of dresses, but would sometimes wear tights underneath. Most of the time she’d wear socks, albeit brightly coloured ones. Jenny and I grew closer over the two years or so we worked together, sharing problems, laughs and office gossip with each other, until one day in the canteen she mentioned her feet were sore. I knew she was in socks but couldn’t resist the opportunity, so took the plunge and offered her a foot massage. She readily accepted without question, slipped off her flats and rested her blue socked feet in my lap.

The canteen was relatively empty as it was mid morning, plus we were hidden away in a corner. I rubbed and caressed her feet for about fifteen minutes, sneaking in little tickles just to gauge her reaction (she giggled and squirmed but didn’t mind), and these foot massages became a semi regular thing. She had a few dramas in her life, so we’d have little chats which would lead to me rubbing her feet to relax her. I would have listened and helped her anyway, but did enjoy playing with her feet! Jenny and I eventually got different jobs in the same organisation but kept in touch, and a few years later found ourselves in the same building. She’d moved on from her dramas and had a new man, house and car and was just in a good place. I was pleased for her, and we agreed to meet for lunch. We met up and I noticed that she was wearing tan tights under her trousers. I knew that this was an excellent chance to have some nylon foot fun, and so suggested that we take our lunch to an empty meeting room and, while she told me about her new life I’d rub her feet for her like before. To my delight she readily agreed, and so we entered the nearest empty meeting room and shut the door.

I sat opposite Jenny who flicked her shoes off and placed her tan stocking feet in my lap. I massaged her feet for about two minutes but then switched to a light tickling, sometimes teasing her but mainly soothing. I traced under her toes and the length of her soles, stroked the tops of her feet and ran my fingers along her insteps. Jenny twitched and giggles here and there, but mostly seemed quite relaxed. Her feet were quite small and petite, but very soft and well looked after. They were very warm, and there was an essence about them but nothing unpleasant.

Eventually, as my fingers continued exploring her nylon feet, she stopped talking and just sat there in a blissful state as my tickling had soothed her. I finished off by massaging her feet for about five minutes - after all, a foot massage was what I’d offered and constant tickling might look weird! - before we had to return from lunch. She retired a few years after this and we’ve since lost touch, but with hindsight I think she knew that I was enjoying myself more than I was letting on, but was happy to treat me *. Thank you, Jenny!

* I once consensually tickled her on and off for an hour after a Christmas party, but that’s another story for another time!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

Very early in my job, somehow 25 years ago, there was a lady called Jan. She was about 55, I think, slim figure, greying hair but another one with a kind heart and personality - although if you got on the wrong side of her then God help you! She wasn’t just a mother but also a grandmother, but certainly didn’t look it! For reference, she had quite similar features to the British actress Katherine Kelly, but with greyer hair! She had a bit of an edge to her, and working in quite close proximity lead, as it often does in offices, to flirty banter. Inevitably, due to my appreciation of older women, this lead to me wondering if she was ticklish or not.

Rather than try and find elaborate ways to do so, however, I rather confidently just acted upon it! She was at her desk once, saying she needed new shoes as the ones she had on - just regular black suede pumps - were wearing out. I asked what was wrong with it and removed her shoe for ‘inspection'. As I went to give it back to her, I gave her black stocking foot a quick tickle, and she had to clamp her mouth to stop laughing - just from a quick stroke! Aha!

I remember being in the pub with just her after work, and somehow getting the conversation onto tickling. She said that if anyone went near her feet she screams, at which point I looked at her feet and pretended to move my hands toward them. We were standing, I was holding a beer, but she still took a few steps back in panic!

Instead I began gently tickling her sides…with no reaction! She even lifted her arms up with a blank look on her face to show how little it was affecting her!

I did, thankfully, get her stocking feet one more time. She was in the same job but a different office in a different building, and I had to collect some files from her. She came out with me to see me off, and was wearing black tights with flat open toe sandals. Before I went we shared a hug, and as I pulled out of it I quickly bent down to tickle her ankles and insteps. She giggled loudly and squirmed from side to side before playfully slapping me. Interestingly, I saw her later that day against any sort of expectation, and I hoped for second bout of tickling. Alas, it wasn’t to be - Jan didn’t even so much as mention what had happened. Maybe she knew what would happen next if she did…!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[tickle_prince]

you have had some many experiences Smash its 'wild!' to use an American term.. at least I think it is, apologies to you all if it's not ^^ thanks for sharing a few more

 

[SmashTeeVee]

No problem, Prince; I think the term is universal, I’m a Brit and I use it! I think I’ve got about three more experiences to share that I can think of, but hopefully some others will find their way here too.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV