Some of you may have read a few of my posts. I dont post a lot, just when something really significant happens. I have had two really cool tickle situations with my Mother in Law. Now, my wife knows of my tickling fetish but her mom does not. All my MIL knows is that I'm insanely ticklish on my feet. From past posts you may also know that me and the MIL dont typically see eye-to-eye....and its sometimes a rocky relationship.
So...here's the scene...I'm working up stairs in my office. I hear my wife and MIL down stairs after a day of shopping. I usually wait until the MIL leaves, then I go downstairs. This avoids and awkward hello's or whatever. After about an hour i finally cant wait anymore and go down stairs. We have two giant couches in the living room. The wife is on one and the MIL is on the other. They are talking. I said my hellos and hen crash on the couch with my wife. I'm really slouched and leaning towards my wife...I was exhausted and my wife gives good head scratches. She started to scratch my head and I eventually lay my head on her lap. This way she can scratch my back too. my legs are just long enough so that my feet are over the arm of the couch. OK...so the scene is set..
My wife starts to scratch lightly and it tickles and I give out a quick giggle. It was fun...but nothing much. She did it a few more times and i could tell it was on purpose...but thats cool, she knows I like it. Then I hear my MIL say something......"Tickle Tickle" in a little mousey voice. She said it like 2 more times and I finally feel her fingers on my one foot. I jerked it back....1. because it tickled but 2, because she surprised me. She did it a few more times and then I heard her sit back down on her couch....thinking it was over....no such luck.
My wife got up...and I thought she was going to the kitchen...but instead she sat on top of my back/hips area and held me legs down. i instantly knew what was going on and started to fight back. Unfortunately our couches are huge and fluffy...so I sank into them. I feel my socks being pulled off and now i have two hands each holding an ankle agains the armrest of the couch. Then...the finger nails came out!!! My MIL has these really nice nails that just feel so good on my feet...but damn it tickles WAY TOO much. She also has a habit of whispering he magic words..."Tickle tickle!" like 1000 times!
Needless to say I was ambushed...and it was pure hell! the more I bucked and screamed, the more they tickled, switching off and on. Finally my MIL sits down and I could tell it was over. So I say to my wife..."Now get your big butt off me". Bad idea. They get up and start all over again. I'm not sure who taught her, but my MIL has the perfect foot tickling technique. A little bit of nails and a little bit of finger tips. Not too hard, not too light. My God it sucked. i was seriously yelling to my wife to quit. I even screamed out our safe word a few times....and who knows what my MIL thought of that?! lol
After about a total of 20-30 minutes of pure foot tickling hell, they let me up and I was a puddle of sweaty, exhausted goo. I just laid on the floor for another 15 minutes catching my breath.
While this experience had no sexual undertones to it, I rank it up there as one of the best. Mostly because it was completely unexpected...and the Ler was someone who truly enjoys watching me squirm.
I hate letting my MIL get the upper hand on me...but again...as far as tickling goes...she's winning 2-1. I have to start plotting against her.....
So...here's the scene...I'm working up stairs in my office. I hear my wife and MIL down stairs after a day of shopping. I usually wait until the MIL leaves, then I go downstairs. This avoids and awkward hello's or whatever. After about an hour i finally cant wait anymore and go down stairs. We have two giant couches in the living room. The wife is on one and the MIL is on the other. They are talking. I said my hellos and hen crash on the couch with my wife. I'm really slouched and leaning towards my wife...I was exhausted and my wife gives good head scratches. She started to scratch my head and I eventually lay my head on her lap. This way she can scratch my back too. my legs are just long enough so that my feet are over the arm of the couch. OK...so the scene is set..
My wife starts to scratch lightly and it tickles and I give out a quick giggle. It was fun...but nothing much. She did it a few more times and i could tell it was on purpose...but thats cool, she knows I like it. Then I hear my MIL say something......"Tickle Tickle" in a little mousey voice. She said it like 2 more times and I finally feel her fingers on my one foot. I jerked it back....1. because it tickled but 2, because she surprised me. She did it a few more times and then I heard her sit back down on her couch....thinking it was over....no such luck.
My wife got up...and I thought she was going to the kitchen...but instead she sat on top of my back/hips area and held me legs down. i instantly knew what was going on and started to fight back. Unfortunately our couches are huge and fluffy...so I sank into them. I feel my socks being pulled off and now i have two hands each holding an ankle agains the armrest of the couch. Then...the finger nails came out!!! My MIL has these really nice nails that just feel so good on my feet...but damn it tickles WAY TOO much. She also has a habit of whispering he magic words..."Tickle tickle!" like 1000 times!
Needless to say I was ambushed...and it was pure hell! the more I bucked and screamed, the more they tickled, switching off and on. Finally my MIL sits down and I could tell it was over. So I say to my wife..."Now get your big butt off me". Bad idea. They get up and start all over again. I'm not sure who taught her, but my MIL has the perfect foot tickling technique. A little bit of nails and a little bit of finger tips. Not too hard, not too light. My God it sucked. i was seriously yelling to my wife to quit. I even screamed out our safe word a few times....and who knows what my MIL thought of that?! lol
After about a total of 20-30 minutes of pure foot tickling hell, they let me up and I was a puddle of sweaty, exhausted goo. I just laid on the floor for another 15 minutes catching my breath.
While this experience had no sexual undertones to it, I rank it up there as one of the best. Mostly because it was completely unexpected...and the Ler was someone who truly enjoys watching me squirm.
I hate letting my MIL get the upper hand on me...but again...as far as tickling goes...she's winning 2-1. I have to start plotting against her.....
