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[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

 

[SmashTeeVee]

I’ve just had a couple of university flashbacks mother tickles! I’ll begin with a lady we’ll call T, a mother of one who was on my course and was a ‘mature’ student at 39! The majority of the rest of us were late teens to mid 20s, but as the group was only made up of about 12 people she was very much one of the gang.

T was a warm and attractive woman, about five foot four, blonde and a kind face. She looked a lot like the British actress Trudie Goodwin, if you’d care to look her up! Much to my delight, for the first year at least she dressed like a rock chick, all velvet dresses, suede boots and opaque black tights. The following two years she dressed normally, almost quite conservatively, which was a disappointment after her previous outfits! I got on well her, even smooching with her on a couple of occasions (I was 23 at the time), but I was always very curious about how ticklish she was. I sadly didn’t get to find out in her rock chick era, but would do over the following two years.

There’d been a healthy amount of friendly flirting between us, with her even saying at one point she’d have ‘had me in the sack’ if she was 20 years younger! I did try to suggest that age wasn’t an issue, but to no avail! However, one day I saw her in the library working on an essay, deep in concentration, black socked feet propped up on a chair in front of her. I greeted her, almost making her jump out of her skin at being disturbed!

We carried on chatting, and I noticed she still looked a bit panicked. Noticing her socked feet were still resting on the chair I took a chance.

‘Sorry for scaring you, T; here, let me calm you down with a foot massage.’

I reached out and gently kneaded her socked instep, intentionally somewhere between a rub and a tickle and she giggled, pulling her feet back and saying that she had ‘very tender feet’. I didn’t push my luck but hearing her confirm her ticklishness was enough!

Throughout the rest of the two years I’d try and replicate the moment, but I think she was wise to it. One of my other female classmates called me out on my foot fetish a year prior, not maliciously but quite matter of factly, and would often ask me to massage her feet. Of course, I’d sneak in tickles…! Maybe she’d discussed it with the other girls on the course, all of whom I got on with.

I did get T’s upper body on a night out, but I’ll share that when there’s more time. If only I’d gotten to tickle her in her rock chick phase…

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

I’ve plucked this one from the memory banks, hope you enjoy a short lived but impromptu tickling!

It was Millennium New Year's Eve, and I was in Scotland celebrating Hogmanay (think of the event in Times Square for the scale of it). I’d had some tickling experiences with my aunt, as featured on here, but despite being during one of my visits to her, she doesn’t feature here!

After many drinks to welcome in the new Century, my cousin and I went to a bar where there were only a few people, although some more came in later. Two of these were a husband and wife and their late teen daughter, who was the most drunk of the three of them!

They sat behind us, but because I could see them in my eyeline aI saw the woman kick off her brown flat shoes and sit there in a pair of thick brown socks. Due to the combination of the alcohol, the circumstances, and the overall Millenium atmosphere, I went up and started talking to them (I tend to make a lot of friends when I'm drunk!!). Truth be told, I can't remember what she looked like, although I'd estimate that she was in her early 40s with a smiley face and shoulder length brown hair. Her husband was called Frank, that much as I can recall!

Anyhow, while I was talking to them, I pretended to drop something so that I could see her feet. Maybe I was mistaken and she was wearing tights, but sadly I was correct the first time! When I came back up, I took an opportunity.

'I notice you've taken your shoes off'.
'I know, my feet were killing me', she replied.
'Oh, you poor dear. Would you like a foot massage to make them better?'
'Erm, yeah, that'd be lovely!'
'Can I massage you wife's feet, mate?' I said to Frank.
'Yeah, sure go for it!’ he replied, seemingly not too concerned about a stranger playing with his wife’s feet.

And with that, I bent down and began to massage her feet. I did this with good reason, so that I could hide my delight but also so that I could ‘accidentally’ tickle her. I massaged along her socked soles and arches, but would then sneak in some light tickling, sometimes one finger, sometimes five! She giggled and squirmed but kept her composure, so I did it a few more times before just massaging her feet. I realised I was taking slight liberties, festivities or not, so didn’t want to push my luck.

After about ten minutes, she said that she felt much better now, thank you, and that was that. We kept talking to them for another hour or so before leaving to go back to my aunt’s house. Not a bad way to usher in the new Millennium, eh?

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[SmashTeeVee]

This is potentially a bit ‘armchair psychiatry’, but I’ve often wondered what the aunts and mothers on the receiving end of the tickling thought about things. Did they just see it as fun? Were they flattered? Did it make them feel more ‘noticed’? I have my own views on this, but I’m curious as to what others think - if anyone does think about this sort of stuff!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[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