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

I have an "Aunt Story" that just popped up, but it is so hard to follow "Aunt Sarah"....but here's a true little tale.

When I was about 11-years-old (and already knew that stockinged female feet were a huge influence on me), I had my best, most memorable "sleepy tickle" experience. The adults on my mom's side of the family gathered one evening to pose for a family portrait. They all met at our house, and off they went to the photo studio. I was left home alone with my babysitter for the night, Jan. "Aunt Jan" was dating my uncle at the time, and later became his wife.

Aunt Jan had an admin job of some kind, and was dressed in a business top/skirt/heels outfit. And pantyhose. Nude pantyhose. She was about 5'6", slender build, Italian black hair. She resembled the actress Illeana Douglas (I put that in because someone always asks 😉)

I took my customary seat on the floor, my back leaning against the sofa. Aunt Jan sat on the sofa. Before long she had kicked off her heels, curled up on the sofa with an afgan...turning her back to me...and went right to sleep. When I turned to the left, her nyloned size 7 soles were staring right at me, uncovered by the afgan. She was softly snoring, so I knew she was asleep.

Her feet consumed my focus. It took me a lonnng while to work up the balls, but I decided I could get away with a slight tickle, and pretend I was trying to cover her feet with the blanket. I ran my finger right up the center of her right arch. She quickly kicked her foot away, flexed her toes, and then put her feet back right where they were. The rest of her did not stir. Bingo. I waited a bit, and did it again. And again. One foot, and then the other, always taking my time in between in the hope of not waking her. After 7-8 times, she rolled over, her feet now back against the sofa....but she never woke. I knew that for a fact as when the family came back, they woke her up, and she jokingly admitted that she was asleep the whole time. When my mom asked her if I was "good" for her, she turned to me and asked "were you?".

I just smiled...
 
Another great story Nick; your extended family is a blessing!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
Great story, NickJ! :feets: Thanks for sharing your experience here. 😀
 
great story Nick, i was blessed with a cool aunt and as a kid took me a long time to get up the nerve to tickle my aunts feet , she wasnt a stocking wearer she was a barefooter kind of like a country lady and always in barefeet or flip flops
 
Thanks for the kind words, boys. A little about me...my father left my mother when I was a toddler. My mother raised me by herself, but with a ton of help from her parents, three sisters, and three brothers. My mom and her sisters were off the charts ticklish. This is back in the day when women wore nylons almost all the time.

My aunts and uncles all had girlfriends coming in and out of my life...stockinged girlfriends. So, yes, that's my extended family.

Also...I dated a girl in my early-mid 20s who had extremely ticklish feet, as did her mom, her sister, her aunt, and her cousin. I sometimes wonder why I didn't marry into that wonderful family.

Jack...you are so greedy for info. I love it! I dug deep to come up with an actress that my Aunt Jan looked like...but you want more. I'm thinking she was early 30's at the time. And it happened at the turn of the century. Not this century...the last one!!! Haha. I'm old.

And to JohnJ, Smash, Milagros, and the rest of you who have contributed such great stuff on here: you inspire me to dig deep into my memory banks and find a story that you might want to hear put into words. Keep up the great job, all of you!
 
with me , i was an only child raised by a single mom who worked at the time so quite often i was babysat by a relative either they would come over our house or i would go over theirs. Most of the time it was my aunt who was divorced but with no kids so she kind of treated me like her own and she was cool ( same lady i mentioned above ) She kind of looked like that fitness instructor that used to be on tv austin something except she had shorter hair and was just a bit heavier
 
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She sounds like fun, MrHyde. Did you tickle her often?

I think I know the answer to this, but can we share stories of women who were mothers/aunts in general and not necessarily connected to us? I can add several more stories - albeit some very brief ones! - if so!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
smash ,yes , but first time it took so long to wait for the right time and i didnt even know if she was even ticklish , they were mostly sneak tickles every once in a while, then eventually when when she caught on i gave a bs line either i like to make you laugh or your laugh cheers me up . I would only do these either when she babysat me or on outing careful not to let anyone see me do it never in public or family gatherings , of course back then i never knew it was a fetish lol and the tickling was always the feet . There were a few times she would actually let me her attitude was it was harmless and i was just being a silly kid
 
I guess I have a short story that sort here. When I was young, maybe around 10 or 12, I was over at my uncles house watching football next to my aunt. Now technically this was a step aunt and not even that. More like girlfriend. Well anyway. As we were watching, I noticed there was a pillow leaned against the couch between us. And behind that pillow just so happened to be my step aunts feet. Maybe she'd been warming them. But bold as I was at that age, I reached under the pillow and just, gently started stroking her soles. I must've been super confident that day. Because the strokes were consistent. I felt as much of her soles as I could. I don't think she was too ticklish though. Although her toes were wiggling I wasn't getting much of a reaction elsewhere. Maybe she was just really focused. At least I thought. She quickly cocked her head over to me with a big ol silly grin on her face. Thinking I was fast enough, I pulled my hand back. And then she playfully asked me "Are you ticklin' mah feet?". She said this loudly and I embarrassedly shook head. Of course i was though, she saw me pull my hand away. Honestly, I bet my face was BRIGHT red. Because she said it in the sweetest southern drawl. Good memory.
 
Smolly_Smoltz, that is a great story! :feets: Thanks for sharing your experience here. 😀
 
Thanks for sharing, Smolly.

I was doing some digging on here for another ticklish mother story, and found one of my aunt stories that I have no recollection of at all!

It’s from 2006, when my aunt was visiting my parents. I went to see them while she was down and, after waiting for some time alone, made a move. My parents were both out of the room, so I got on my knees, smiled at her, and began tickling the balls of her socked feet. She smiled her knowing smile, and flexed her feet back to allow me access to her soles. I then said to her that every time we were alone, I was going to tickle her....which I did!

A few days later I crept up behind her in the kitchen and tickled her sides, but to no avail. However, I then moved up to her armpits and really dug in, making her giggle and squirm hysterically! I had no idea she was ticklish there, as she's always denied it!

On another occasion I got her socked feet once again, but as I went moved up to tickle her armpits she said 'No, no armpits, I'll turn hysterical!’.

With hindsight, I realise now I missed out a lot of UB opportunities tickling my aunt. I certainly can’t complain about my encounters with her, but maybe I could have had more!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
... I got on my knees, smiled at her, and began tickling the balls of her socked feet. She smiled her knowing smile, and flexed her feet back to allow me access to her soles.
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What a wonderful aunt! :feets:
 
This is a story about a family friend called Chris, who has a son a mother so I hope it counts! It was the early 2000s, and she’d come on holiday to Spain with myself, my mum, aunt, uncle and cousin. Although the aunt is the aunt of previous stories she’s not really involved much here!

Chris would have been late forties to early fifties at the time, and looked a bit like a British actress called Belinda Lang. She was good company and had a playful, flirty personality. My mum had known Chris a few years at this point, and she’d often come over for parties or drinks. I’d seen her tickle the odd person here and there, and with hindsight I wonder if she was into tickling at all.

One day during the holiday, the three women began talking about foot care. I certainly wasn’t interested in hearing my mother talk about it, and hoped my aunt wouldn’t make a scene of the times I’d tickled her feet. However, she did just that, saying how I was ‘a very good foot rubber, much to my awkwardness! This prompted Chris to say that her son always used to tickle her feet, thinking he was annoying her, but how she actually always used to enjoy it! After hearing that made up my mind to tickle her if I got the chance, just to see if it was true!

Later that night after coming back from dinner So, later that night my mum and aunt went into the kitchen, leaving myself and Chris alone. She sat down next to me, and, very unexpectedly, placed her bare foot on my knee! Surely she didn’t know I liked tickling, or did she just remember what my aunt had said? Oh, what to do…?

There was of course only one thing to do. I reached out and tickled her bare sole, causing her to shriek softly and giggle, pulling her foot back. Even before she’d finished laughing she placed it back again, so this time I tickled longer and harder, enjoying her happy laughter and foot wriggling as I tickled up and down her sole. It was only briefly in case I got caught, but the her giddy laughter and lack of protest made me think she didn’t mind the tickling too much. Later that night it was just the two of us, and she put her foot up again….surely she was doing it on purpose now? I didn’t even hesitate and tickled her sole once more, with even more intent this time! I held onto her ankle tightly so she couldn’t escape, and carried on running my fingers along her bare sole as she fell back into the chair laughing, but I stopped in case I woke everyone up.

Oddly, despite her and my mum being friends for years after this I never tickled her again. I was in the beginnings of exploring the online world of my tickle fetish at this point (I was mid 20s but had only just got online regularly!), and knowing what I know about the fetish now she may have also had an appreciation for it. Not sexually, necessarily, but just in terms of an uplifting and positive experience. A missed opportunity? Quite possibly.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
There's just something about aunts/aunt-like figures.

Here's a belly story.

I had someone who wasn't an actual aunt, but was a close family friend who was an aunt-like figure. I even referred to her as "Aunt" at times. The first time I saw her belly was during a party that someone in the neighborhood was having. They had a big backyard and a pool. So this family friend was there in a bikini top and jean shorts.

My mother always got home from work later in the evening, and my father had a work schedule that alternated. So this family friend for years was who I stayed with after school when neither of my parents were home. There were also some weekends where I'd get to spend a full day with her.

She wasn't super ticklish, but she was a little sensitive on her belly. And there were times where I got to give her belly rubs. Again while not super ticklish, it did make her giggle. She even let me play with her bellybutton and bellybutton ring. She was the first person I ever actually met with a ring. She had one of those plain hoop piercings. You don't see those too often anymore. Today for the most part I hate piercings, but ones like that are an exception. My experience is probably part of the reason why. Plus rings like that don't really block the actual bellybutton.

Hollywood from G.L.O.W (Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling) is one of the few people today who I see still rocking one of those piercings. And I think actress Amanda Seyfried had one as well for a little while.
 
She sounds like a great person! I'd love to hear more tales about her that you experienced.
 
thanks bob , yes she was great , she was the type that would slip you a few bucks and tell you not to say anything or ignore bed times rules when she baby sat and let you eat all the sweet stuff you want , ill definitely post more
 
Thanks for sharing the stories about your Aunt Janet. I wish that I had had an aunt like her! :feets:
 
Great stories Mr Hyde, I enjoyed reading both of them immensely. Thanks for sharing them here.

You’re right about being able to get away with things as a kid. As I’ve mentioned on this thread, I don’t think that my aunt saw me tickling her feet as anything other than childish fun. She never made a big deal of it, and when she mentioned it to my parents it was only in passing and with a smile. Much to my relief!

Thanks again for sharing, I look forward to hearing any more tales you may have.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
same here smash it was me being a silly kid but i dont think she ever mentioned it to anyone even in passing plus i never did it in public view or when she was asleep i was always lucky that she had a sense of humor sometimes goofy personality , i dont ever remember her in a bad mood at least not when i was around her
 
Yes, MrH, great stories about aunt Janet. Thanks for sharing them!
 
Thanks to everyone for sharing such great stories, and keeping this thread going. I have been racking my (old) brain is search of an experience I have yet to share. I have a lot of short snippets (quick tickles, quotes and things that women have told me about being tickled over the years, etc.), but not a full story. So...I came up with an idea. I am not sure if it's a good one or not, and may end up in the trash...

Some of you may recall, back in the day, that Dear Abby used to post letters from women who complained that they couldn't stand to be tickled. I decided to compose a letter to Dear Abby on behalf of my Aunt Deb. Aunt Deb is/was one of my two "tickle crushes". In this letter, I will combine a bunch of little/short tickle references into one submission. I hope this works to some degree....

PS: I always thought my Aunt Deb looked like the late, great Princess Di. She was tall, blonde, and thin...although she wore her hair longer. Aunt Deb's feet were 10's, in both size and level of ticklishness. Here goes...the first draft. I will return later to tighten it up (unless I'm told it sucks, then I will...come up with something else 🙂)

* * * * * * * * * *

Dear Abby,

I never thought I'd be writing to you, but I have a unique problem I need to solve. I am a 40-year old woman going through a tough divorce. I moved in with my sister's family for emotional and financial support. They have a big house, and it's just my sister, her husband, and her college-aged son who live there. They have made me feel very welcome and treat me very, very well.

My problem is, my nephew loves to tickle me! I am ticklish, and I mean TICKLISH, especially on the bottoms of my feet and my ribs. My siblings used to tickle me to death when we lived together, but that was a long time ago. I haven't been tickled in a long time, and it was never an issue with my nephew for as long as I've known him, but now it seems like once a month he finds a way to tickle the life out of me. I need to get him to stop, but I don't want to mess up what is otherwise a great situation.

It started one day when we were fighting over what to watch on TV. Play-fighting. We've always gotten along more like brother-sister than aunt/nephew. I knelt down in front of the TV, kind of messing with him, and before I knew it he was pulling me away from the TV by my leg. I thought that was it, but he then locked my bare foot between his knees, removed my slipper, and tickled my foot! I was hysterical and called out to my sister for help, but none came. It seemed like he tickled my foot for eternity, I couldn't escape, and he kept tickling my foot with his fingers. It was torture! He eventually tried to get my other foot, but that helped me get away from him. I was hoping/thinking that might be it for the tickling, but...

Last month, we were watching wrestling on TV, and we started shoving each other around in the living room. I saw where this might be going, so I called it quits. But he didn't quit. He pushed me to the sofa, AND SAT ON MY LEGS! He started tickling my feet...I was wearing heavy socks, thank God, and it barely tickled, but in trying to escape he got me in a wrestling hold (I think it's called a half-nelson), and I couldn't move. Then he calls to his my sister "hey Mom, can I borrow your hands?" My sister comes in from the kitchen (I hoped to get him off of me!) and simply says "Sure...". She then snakes her hand into by ribcage and tickles me for all I am worth. It was hell! I was laughing so hard I could not even beg for mercy. She stopped when I let out half a scream...but he didn't let go. She then says "did anyone ever play the 'count the ribs' game with you...?" Holy crap. Shen then tickled my sides and ribs with both hands, teasing me until she was done counting. It was awful. But then...there was nothing even close to tickling for another month, until last night...

My sister and husband were out of town. On weekends, I work as a hostess at a very nice restaurant. I came home after work and my nephew was asleep on the sofa. I tried to wake him and send him off to his room. He mumbled something, but didn't budge. He had a blanket over him, but a bare foot was sticking out. I thought (foolishly) that maybe I could wake him and maybe pay him back a bit for tickling me. I scratched his foot a bit, and he was up like a flash and coming towards me. I had my hostess outfit on (dress top, slacks, and pantyhose stockings...and oh my God I think the pantyhose made my feet even more sensitive), and pleaded with him to not mess up my good clothes...but he didn't listen. All he said was "ohh...you want to dish it out, but not take it..." and he tackled me like a footballplayer, sat down on the sofa, and trapped my stockinged feet. He crossed my ankles so he could get at both of them, and started tickling me. AND HE WOULDN'T STOP!. I was laughing so hard, and I was so trapped that it was frustrating. I could not get any leverage to get away. He had me positioned so he could tickle both of my feet at the same time. Torture! At one point I was laughing without making a sound, it was so bad. Every inch of my feet are ticklish...the bottoms, the tops, the toes...and that's what he went for. He finally stopped...my throat was soar from screaming, and my lungs ached.

I need to keep this from happening again. Abby, what would you do to stop it, but still keep peace in the house?

Signed,

Extremely Ticklish Aunt


Dear Extremely Ticklish,

First of all, let me tell you that I can relate, and I feel for you. I have extremely ticklish feet. My biggest nemesis is my sister, Ann. She is younger than me, and used to be smaller, but she passed me is size while I was in college, and she loves to antagonize me. Tickling me is her main weapon, and once she could pin and hold me down, she loved to torture me. And I believe your are correct; nylons make my feet even more ticklish. One day I came home and I was wearing nylons and a skirt...and my sister was home with one of her friends. They snuck up on me when I went into my bedroom, with my sister making some lame excuse about "my friend says she may have the most ticklish feet in the world, but I told her that maybe you do." I started to protest and jumped across the bed to try to escape, but my sister pulled me down on the bed and pinned my ankles under her arms. Her friend then tickled my stockinged feet as a I laughed and screamed...but the more I did, the more she tickled my feet. In your word, torture...and they didn't stop until I started choking from laughing. I still remember wiping tears from my eyes...it was horrible.

As for your situation, I will need more information before I can comment. My main concern, from what you tell me, is that perhaps your sister is putting your nephew up to this. Do you think that might be the case?

Regards,

Abby
 
i love it nick reminds me of so much of my quick tickles on Aunt Janet but there was no wrestling and shoving on sofa lol and i dont think anyone else knew her feet were ticklish except me lol
 
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