Hi all and how is everyone?
It’s been ages since I've had chance to post here so I think a humble apology is in order for a couple of reasons,
1. It’s a been a long a time since posting which can only be blamed on a new job taking up literally all of my time.
2. Grammatical mistake on the last post about Aunty L here on this thread, well more chronological really, the experience I was about to post before being sucked away by work happened about 10 years ago which brings me to the end really of the tickling and fetish experiences we shared, I began writing something else entirely so sorry to get hopes up.
Nice to see you’re all keeping the spirit of things up here and it’s just taken an age to catch up with everything lol, you core dudes that post, you know who you are, you all do us all very proud.
Thanks for the big up Smash, I’m back in the city now but a dam few stops from you on the tube which is a shame………that said there may be an Indian Summer coming I’ve heard it may be worth the trip haha.
So if you don’t mind, after a couple of months’ silence I’m going to get down, which is I’m afraid, the very very last instalment of my lucky days with Aunty L and our shared “little secret”, please check back on the thread for this but it was basically Aunty L’s umm ability to not only nurture my nylon tickling fetish, but get off uncontrollably herself over it too.
We’d by now shared a good range of tickling and nyloned foot fetish fun over a range of years, as a younger man growing up and the odd stolen time as an adult, mostly at stolen opportunities and times when we had complete privacy of course haha.
A whole decade ago now I’d come home for a week off, actually staying at my old man’s house whilst he worked away, which was nice, I’d grown up there and it felt pretty tidy to be back.
I spent the week chilling out, with cousins, friends, old guys I’d worked with ages ago and so on and was generally having a relaxing time. This time though I hadn’t even made the effort to go and see Aunty L I was just too busy with chilling out with the old gang if you like. On the sixth day (no God wasn’t creating the world but I was about to fulfil mine) I literally bumped into Aunty L at the local Co-Op of all places whilst picking up some Jack, some coke, and some munchies for later lol. We nearly mowed each other over as I turned a corner and there she was……looking at chocolate biscuits haha. Not sure if you remember I told you she was buxom and curvy lol.
She was as surprised as I was and actually scolded me there and then for not telling her I was coming back for a week, she was actually quite annoyed, dam I thought, the last thing I wanted to do. She actually left the shop as I was sorting to go and pay but even then, with her more than a little angry, I couldn’t help but admire those tiny ticklish nyloned feet. She had on her usual choice tan nylons but was wearing an open toe strapped leather sandal which literally flashed the sole of her nylon foot behind her as she took every step. All I remember is staring haha, mostly at her delicious nylon soles flashing at me like a sneaky peak up a skirt when the wind grabs it, I was, as always, mesmerised by this but also enjoyed the not so bad sight of her curvy arse jiggling and wiggling as she half stormed out. I remember trying to work out in my brain whether she was being playful or genuinely annoyed, I think it was the latter.
I paid and left feeling more than annoyed myself, at myself, for not being a bit more considerate to this lovely woman who had helped raise me near enough as I was a youngster. I gathered pace to try and catch up with her (amazingly) swift walk but couldn’t see her after I left the front doors of the shop, that was until I turned the corner to be startled by her nearly bumping into me this time, but on definite purpose! “Right you” she said sternly, which really through me off guard because she was ALWAYS so caring, I’d never seen her like this before. “You’re going to march yourself straight to my house with me now and I’m going to show you how truly angry I am to think you would’ve come this far home and not thought to come and see me, that’s awful of you.” I tried to make excuses, feeble ones about going to see her on my way back but she was having none of this and near enough scolded me all the way back to her place which was about a mile’s walk, enough of a bollocking I can assure you!!!
Aunty L opened the front door and told me to “get in” and firmly closed the door behind us as she strutted off into the kitchen, I have to admit I loved watching her leave as the flashes of her deliciously ticklish nyloned soles from her sandals and the “slap, slap” noise they made against her feet as she walked was hypnotic – I could feel the familiar stirrings of my nyloned foot fetish taking complete control of my cock as it throbbed at the thought of scrambling my fingers up and down them and sniffing her sheer toes!! It wasn’t to be……………yet, as Aunty L was still thoroughly pissed off and I can honestly say I did not know what to do about it. I just stared I guess at her glorious feet and ankles in those sandals she was wearing, she had on leggings over the pantyhose which finished quite high, showing a delicate ankle curving into a gloriously ticklish and very high arched foot – god I wanted to tickle them, or even sniff at them, rub them or anything them haha!!
She ordered me onto the couch and told me to “sit down” whilst she went on about how she would probably never forgive me for this, “you were always my favourite boy” and “how could you?” I started feeling really bad. All of a sudden my ears pricked up as she said “WELL…there’ll be none of my feet for you today young man, not after this, instead……….I’m going to tickle you you naughty boy!!” And before I could even react she’d actually snaked her hands up my t-shirt and planted both hands firmly into my armpits!! I froze for a second, mouth open like a comic frog I guess as the sensation of her shooting up my sides literally covered me in goose bumps and made my cock instantly thicken – Christ!! I know what’s coming was the only thought that went through my head…..I’d spend every opportunity tickling Aunty L that I could but it was very rare she actually had any energy left to properly get me back, today was going to be different it seemed. With an evil streak in her eye she opened up hell fire on my armpits and dug her nails into me so rapidly I didn’t know whether to keep still or thrash to try and get away!! WAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA is all I could manage as I desperately tried both approaches to no avail and my mind was overtaken by Aunty L’s voice laughing and saying the sexiest things like “tickle tickle young man, how do you like it so much, is it torture, does it tickle, does it feel good?” I just erupted and agreed telling her how much it tickled as her fingers started raking up and down my sides in full tickle torture mood. She jumped on my lap pinning me to the couch like I’d done so many times to her and just kept going at me, tickling and tickling and tickling as I could feel my whole body flash hot with panic each time she found a new spot. She was hysterical at me by now, had me pinned to the couch sat on my lap as she held my arms up and wriggled her hands around me taunting me as she went. I have to say that probably turned me on as much as the tickling because each time she enquired “does it tickle there my little tickler?” my cock throbbed even harder and was now pressing against her pantyhose covered panties, the pleasure and pressure was unbearable!!
As she tickled me her face lit up and the look of sternness, enjoyment and even a little wildness really did excite me as she found tickling my neck absolutely destroyed me!!! I was so excited to see Aunty L having SO much fun in the tickler seat and I have to be honest, it felt unbelievably good, turning me on no end in waves and waves of ticklish pleasure at the feeling of her spidery frantic fingers all over me, and the pressure of her now very hot pussy against my throbbing cock. She was getting off on this and so was I as she taunted further “tell me how much that tickles naughty boy, don’t you dare visit again without coming to see me and my ticklish nylon feet – DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” I could only respond in screams and agreement in between laughter but by now I didn’t care, I loved being tickled like this and looking down to see that her sandals had fallen from her feet was just too much for me to handle and I’m not even ashamed to say I just lay there, getting tickled, staring at the most stunningly ticklish nyloned feet clenching and wriggling as she maintained her balance torturing me to her hearts content. I started thrusting my cock against her I was that turned on and Aunty L didn’t mind at all, in fact, she pushed back against me and tickled me even harder, this time reaching behind her to get my thighs which sent me to new levels of ticklish delight.
I don’t remember just how long this went on for but I loved ever second, craning my neck to look at her sheer nyloned feet while she tickled me was highly exciting. Eventually I started failing to even stop her so Aunty L took great delight in my weakened state and made the most of the opportunity by pulling my legs onto the couch and sitting on my ankles with my feet in a crossed position. Dam, I was completely trapped and felt a new wash of panic and excitement came over me as she yanked off my boots and ripped my socks clean from my feet. My feet were hot, very hot after the tickling I’d just received and Aunty L delighted in just sitting there, and blowing on them slightly. It would appear that she had a foot tickling fetish too!!
Then I felt it, ever so softly, ever so slightly, the nails of my friend’s mom, my Aunty L tickling my feet but gently, erotic strokes that over took my brain and that was it!!! My cock instantly was rock solid. It seems to be a very pleasant side effect that takes effect instantly with me, woman tickles my feet, my cock gets instantly hard and stays there no matter how much it tickles!! Now, my hands were free, but there was no way I was making any attempt at escaping this…….it felt so fucking good being tickled by her but the real bonus was looking down to see two upturned wrinkled nyloned ticklish feet looking right at me. A big curvy arse was at the end of her legs which looked so inviting I think it took all of my will power not to violate it with tickling fingers right there haha. I just sat up, and perved at her feet while she tickled mine to the point where my cock was starting to ache to explode…..I didn’t even care at this point and unzipped to get it out so I could furiously fist my now raging cock as this delightful woman genuinely took extra care and attention to tickle my feet just the way she wanted to. That’s what made it so intense, Aunty L loved to hover, then quickly stroke my soles, then hover, before hardly touching them but wildly scrambling her fingers, which by the way is insanely ticklish haha!! She tickled, I thoroughly wanked, she knew what I was doing, and I didn’t care, I even caught her turning round once or twice to watch me pleasure myself as she lost herself truly in tickling my feet.
I could feel myself getting close, the feelings of her all over my feet was so good but also getting to the point of unbearable torture as she relentlessly tickled over and over again. I wanked my cock so hard my arm was aching and my fist had cramped up from squeezing so tight but I didn’t really bother about that too much, I was getting ready to explode, and my friends mom was about to make me by tickling her way around my feet. Her teasings started getting more nurturing as I remembered as she cooed “come on my boy, I know you like me tickling your feet like this, does it excite you haha tickle tickle!” “I love ticklish feet by the way, I think you know that by now my boy haha, is it ticklish sweetheart, come on, tell me how much it tickles your feet!” I could take no more, I was so fucking excited, the feeling of her pinning me down, the filthiness of me literally molesting myself behind her, the sight of her glorious wrinkled ticklish soles looking up at me, tempting me to tickle them, the unbearable sensations her nails now raking up and down my sensitive feet, the excited sounds and tickle teasing coming from Aunty L’s lips……..it was all too much, with one hand I reached out and grabbed her foot and tickled it, with the other I thrashed my cock into oblivion as no sooner as I felt her hot sheer nyloned sole against my fingers I exploded!!! Aunty L screamed in a surprised ticklish delight and turned around to watch what was about to happen, still scraping her nails up and down bare feet which were by now on fire!!
“FUUUUUCKKKING HEEEEELLLLL!” I growled, as between thrashes of my hand I could hear “tickle tickle tickle” and giggles of glee as my cock literally exploded all over her as I pushed down on it to increase pressure so my cock was facing away from my face haha!! I wanked and wanked as she tickled and tickled and with every pulsation of my cock a high paced jet took off towards her covering even the back of her head and beyond I was that excited. Aunty L squealed with glee as she looked around only to be covered even more as I continued to have one of the biggest orgasms I’d ever known to this point, all over my friends mom!!! Her face was filled with excitement, both her own and mine haha, as she gave me a final telling off for neglecting her needs by not planning to visit her this time around. I couldn’t let go of my cock as it still felt so good looking up at her now smiling and kind face as she playfully scolded me and looked around amazed at how much cum she’d tickled out of my cock by torturing my bare feet. And I have to say I loved every second of it just as equally.
Aunty L sat down beside me and actually told me I was a good boy for letting her release her tickling side and told me how much it had thoroughly excited her. I could hardly speak as I just gasped, “that was fucking amazing hahahahahaha, I want more!” Did I just say that?! She told me not to be so selfish because she wanted tickling next, she even told me that she was going to touch herself like I had while she tickled me to which I replied, “I want to watch haha!!”
So, I need to tell you all that there concludes part 1 of our unexpected encounter, our very last encounter of a tickling nature to be had I’m sorry to say.
But I am happy to report that I stayed there for hours this particular day due to the escalation of our little secret tickling fetish so there is plenty more to come over a few parts I guess.
Sincerely hope you enjoy my very best memories and what I should have called this thread is, My Nylon Tickling Fetish, Where it All Began and Ends, because Aunty L will always remain very dear in my heart indeed for giving me literally the tickle times of my life.
