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

Excellent tale, Mr. H! Thanks for sharing. And cheers to Aunt Janet!
 
Another great story, Mr Hyde. God bless Aunt Janet; it’s always good to read about origins, and your stories resonate with me on lots of levels. Having an understanding aunt certainly helped the development of my nylon feet and tickling kinks, and I’m forever grateful that I was blessed with opportunities like that.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
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Not a dream dream, but I’ve imagined a scenario where my aunt and I alone, as adults, and I’m able to thank her for being a pivotal part in the development of my nylon feet and tickling kinks. I did sort of have this conversation with her, but not as in depth or as articulately as I’d have liked. I’m sure she knew, but maybe just not how much.

It’s a conversation I’ve played in my head quite a few times.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
same here smash , played many scenarios in my mind like scenes from tv shows and cartoons . One of the dreams i remember , i was staying with her and she was afraid of the older woman that lived next door who in the dream was either a vampire or witch . In real life , this same woman who lived next door to her was very nice and often times during halloween she would have the front of her small house decorated like it was a witches hovel lol . Well in the dream i dont know what Aunt Janet did to tick her off but she was afraid, she was talking about magic and curses while we were walking down a hallway of what looked like my school . Aunt Janet tripped a bit and then leaned against the wall to take off her sandals because they broke .

I could see a figure floating down the hall toward us so i pointed, she looked and her eyes grew big in shock and she and gasped and said oh no . The woman had long white hair , black around the eyes and fangs and a robe . Aunt Janet put me behind her to protect me and then told me to run and dont stop , but when the woman floated closer waving her arms , i couldnt move . The floor was like rubbe rand the ceiling turned into a wavy liquid. Aunt Janet became suspended in the air and went through the ceiling which then became solid again , her legs from just above the knees and down were dangling . This witch/vampire began tickling her feet and it was fast like a movie sped up , aunt Janet laughed and begged and her giggling sounded sped up and then her feet and toes up turned, toes spread the giggling stopped and then they went limp and did a little twitch . The ceiling went liquid again and the witch went up into it and shortly after Janet's feet disappeared up into it and the wall went solid again . I had this dream either before or after one of my experiences where i made a comment to her about being stuck in the ceiling lol , of course i never mentioned this dream to her . I remember feeling a bit guilty for a few days because i couldnt help her after she was trying to protect me and got over it and just enjoyed the memory lol
 
mrhyde66 said:
I dont know if im putting this under the proper section so if i am im sorry . When i was a kid i would have dreams about Aunt Janet , nothing adult oriented , they would be wacky , crazy , cartoonish or comic bookish and she would always get in trouble in these dreams like trapped to where it left her open for feet ticklings . I would write some of these down and hide them in my books or comic books and always kept these dream s to myself, i found a few in my old books that i have kept and forgot about while i was cleaning out my closet . Im sure some of you in this post had had dreams and i thought it would be neat to share as long as they are clean lol
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Yep! I can certainly relate!!! While growing up, I had a few dreams about my Mother, and my Grandmother, wherein they would end up in situations where they were foot tickle tortured! Nothing of a sexual nature in any of them, but thoroughly enjoyable from a tickling fantasy standpoint!
 
This is a work story from some twenty years ago now! Mary used to work in the canteen, and would sometimes take off her shoes at the till to relax. Her uniform was a white blouse, black skirt and black tights. She was quite tall, late 50's, mousey brown hair and a kind person who’d talk about her own kids while asking people about their own families. Everyone liked Mary, and Mary liked everyone! Anyhow, one day I noticed that her black stocking heels were sticking out from behind her chair, so I bent down and gave them a quick tickle. She laughed out loud, wriggling her feet to escape as she burst into a big smile, and said that feet were smelly so I shouldn't go near them. I said I didn’t mind the smell and went in for another tickle, before realising that the albeit empty canteen probably wasn’t the best place to be tickling someone It didn't stop me from tickling her feet again on other occasions though!

With hindsight, and through older eyes, it might have made her feel uncomfortable. I’d certainly never do a random workplace tickle now, but in my mid 20s? It was a different time!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
SmashTV said:
With hindsight, and through older eyes, it might have made her feel uncomfortable. I’d certainly never do a random workplace tickle now, but in my mid 20s? It was a different time!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
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Things were a lot different years ago! :sadcry:
 
This is another story about a canteen worker from around the same time. Her name was Karen, who I’d guess was about 42 at the time and, like Mary, would chat to anyone and everyone. She had shoulder length brown hair, curves, brown doe eyes but a fair bit of sass about her. Very appealing! I'd grown quite familiar with her, talking about the job, families, her kids etc, and would often go down to the canteen just to talk to her. Like Mary, she wore the canteen uniform of white blouse, black skirt and black tights, with Karen usually wearing opaque tights instead of sheer. I noticed that she had a habit of swinging her legs and feet around while sat on her stool, and so my natural curiosity about her ticklishness was instantly increased!

Of course, I had no idea how to instigate it, so one day as she was swinging her legs I jokingly accused her of trying to kick me. She pretended to do just this, so I grabbed her ankle, slid off her shoe and pretended to walk away with it. She laughed, and said she'd need it back as she needed both shoes for health and safety reasons! I obliged, and held out her shoe so she could slide it back on. As she did I gave her nylon sole a very quick spider tickle, running along her sold and instep. As I asked if she was ticklish she let out a loud, hysterical laugh, squealing and saying that she was ticklish. She pulled her foot back so quickly that she nearly fell off her stool! I checked she was okay, giving her shoe back to her and then saying goodbye. Sadly, when I tickled her she’d been in black sheer tights and not opaques, but knew there’d be other chances to get her. We got on well, she’d been a good sport so it was guaranteed to happen again, right?

Alas no, as she left soon after! I don’t think it was anything to do with me, but I’m certain there’d have been some more tickle fun if she’d stayed.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
I wonder if it would be prudent to start a whole new thread, for 2024, for more stories of Moms, Aunts, Grandmothers, etc?
 
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I wonder if it would be prudent to start w whole new thread, for 2024, for more stories of Moms, Aunts, Grandmothers, etc?
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Yes, that is overdue as this thread is labeled 2022. Somebody who has a new story should start the 2024 thread.
 
I’d start one, but I’m afraid nearly all of my own stories happened when I was pretty young, so wouldn’t go along with the rules of the Forum.
 
Saw some extended family during the holidays.
I have an aunt that enjoys a good beer or two, or six, and gets pretty feisty while inebriated. Not an alcoholic or anything, just likes to relax when the occasion allows.
As it happens her and I are close-ish in age, and we've always had a fairly good relationship. Less of an aunt/nephew, more of a brother/sister kind of deal.
Due to said relationship, I've had the privilege of tickling her senseless multiple times, and I know every piece of tickle-trivia about her.
The relevant part to this story: she's deathly ticklish just about everywhere, but her feet are the killer spots.

Part of the holiday celebration was at her house, so she was all dressed up, but that kind of thing isn't really her cup of tea.
Her and I were talking throughout the night as the party was going on and she complained multiple times about the shoes she was wearing, "Ugh, my feet are killing me!" takes a swig of Dos Equis

After what felt like the hundredth time, I finally just told her to go change her damn shoes lol.
We were still talking about some of her drama so I just followed her to the bedroom so she could do just that.
We reached a high point in her drama and she slammed her bedroom door shut and dramatically plopped down on her bed, face-down, and kicked off her heels, rubbing her tired feet together as they hung over the edge of the bed.

Without a second thought, I straddled her calves and started going to town on her bare, upturned size 6's.
She must have recently gotten them done because they were baby soft.
She tensed when she felt my weight on her legs, almost as if she knew what was coming, but she didn't have time to say or do anything before letting out a shrill shriek, and then dissolving into hearty, hysterical laughter as she pounded the bed with her fists.

I targeted the heels, the arches, the balls, and her toes, even using my fingers to pry her toes back and tickle the fleshy undersides.
I finally settled on the dead center of her arches, which definitely provoked the most cussing and thrashing.

It must have felt like an hour to her, but in reality it had to have been less than a minute.
The entire time, she was yelling at me to stop, telling me to leave her toes alone, swearing revenge, etc.

As soon as I stopped and let her go, she ripped her feet away and attempted to donkey-kick me, but I was ready for it and jumped out of the way, scribbling her left sole one last time and eliciting a sharp squeal, as well as more cussing.
She called me an asshole, reminded me of her ticklishness, and swore revenge once more.

Then, she changed her shoes, checked her hair and make up in the mirror, and we went back to the party like nothing happened.
 
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OK.... I dug deep into the memory banks for this one, as it involves bare feet (as apposed to the beloved nylons). It does involve an Aunt (although not mine...a stranger, in fact), and is close to being a buried-at-the-beach scenario.

I was spending a day on the Maryland shore, under an umbrella, reading a book. There was a family not too far from me that consisted of a 40ish husband and wife, a single woman (guessing a sister to one of the other adults), and the couple's son. They too were camped under umbrellas.

The son was digging a hole is the sand, kind of like a trench. I wasn't paying much attention until he yelled "Aunt Claire. Come check it out!". I really noticed Aunt Claire when she stood up. She was 40-something, with a killer body. Very strong and athletic. She had a one piece bathing suit that didn't reveal much, but you couldn't hide those strong legs with great calves. I couldn't see much of her head as she wore her glasses and floppy hat. She had a bit of a librarian look to her, but with those great legs, not to mention fairly large feet. I was checking this out from behind my own sunglasses, over the top of my book.

Her nephew seemed to want her to lie down in his hole, but she was reluctant. But she did get in, and soon all I could see was her head and her feet.

The brother or brother-in-law, whatever he was, did not wait for her to be buried. He was up and at her feet in no time. He pinned one down with one hand, and tickled her bare foot with the other. She immediately let out screams of
"Stop! Stop! STOPPPP!" until he got a good hold of her and then she just let out a piercing, laughing scream.

"WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHHHPHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!"

Everyone around stopped and looked. The wife eventually came to the rescue, but it took her a while to pull his arm away.

This happened back in the day, before everyone was carrying a camera. Damn.
 
good one Nick , unfortunately i never had a buried in the sand incident with my aunt Janet but would often have dreams or think about it , she would never allow herself to be put in that situation given my history lol
 
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