I was fulfilling my fantasy and my neighbor is helping me. In truth she was holding the reins. We had tied my mother and tickled her until she urinated on top. Humiliated, panting, sweaty and covered with her own pee.
I still didn't know the limit as far as we planned to push it. We gave him a well-deserved rest, mostly because we saw that he was about to pass out. During that time my neighbor left me alone with her, claiming that I was going to bring something from her home, which I of course did not know. While I was alone with my mother I took some photos to immortalize that moment, several full length and several at her feet with socks, but as I wanted more, I took them off, I took a couple of photos at those feet and I returned them to put on.
I had not seen her barefoot for a long time, she always took a nap like that but I was ashamed to imagine that she saw me looking at her feet. Suddenly my mother started talking to me, begging me to let her go, that I couldn't take it anymore.
I didn't know what to answer, I really felt sorry for her. I knew I was suffering, I knew the tickle sensation well, I knew the feeling of being trapped and subjected to that unpleasant tingling and laughing uncontrollably. That memory came to my mind with my mother's words.
I was 13, we were in class. I recognize that I was always the typical little boy who had his sandwich removed and removed from the groups.
That morning I had woken up in anger, I had not slept at all and I was almost late in the early hours. At recess it was the same routine as usual but when the bell rang they informed us that the next teacher was unwell and could not go and as there were no substitutes available we had to stay an hour alone in class. There began my problems, because the abuse is class went to me with their air of arrogance.
- Give us lunch and the money you carry.
At first, I logically refused, and they began to push me with the intention of intimidating me. Maybe another day they would have succeeded but not this time. I arm myself with courage and anger and hold one of the abusers and start pushing him. This made them intervene more and the whole class was pending.
I could maybe with one but not with more, yet I resisted until something strange happened. Notice how an elbow rubbed down my ribs. It was a sensation that I did not expect and jump. In the crowd I didn't realize who that elbow was and I didn't give it more importance either. The next thing I felt was not an elbow but a finger piercing my ribs from top to bottom.
I completely lost my strength, let go of the bully and laughed. Damn my luck, they had found a way to make me suffer without leaving me marks so that no teacher would notice. Said and done. 3 boys rushed towards me. The first one stood behind me and held my arms. The second pinched me with his legs at the height of the hips and the last subject my ankles with both arms. The "leader" approached me
- Wow, wow, it seems that the rebellious child has a tickle.
That said, he slowly slid a finger across my armpit. I tried to keep still, to pretend that it didn't affect me, but it did affect me and it was just a finger. He began to lower his finger following my ribs to what I could not resist and shake a little. He kept going down my thighs and got where he feared me. My shoes.
I used all my strength but I could not free myself and little by little I realized how my shoes were disappearing leaving my socks in sight.
- I think we are not going to need this - and began to pull them up until my feet were completely naked and helpless.
Don't say a word, I don't think it would have been any good, but the next thing I heard left me frozen.
-Girls want to come to help ?.
Three girls stepped forward.
- Go ahead, it's all yours. They tickled me for what seemed like an eternity. In the armpits he tolerated it a little, e. My stomach was unhinged but I died on my feet. And I wanted to die because I almost pissed myself in front of all those people.
People who saw the erection that tickled me. That's why I know what my mother can feel. They are cross feelings. On the one hand you are torturing the woman who gave you life but on the other you drop the drool while you do it
After that moment of dejavus, I returned to the real world. I heard my mother's pleas again, supplications that grew when the door was heard and my neighbor appeared again with a bag in her hand.
- Look, I bring more toys for you. You are not happy ?.
- I'm asking you please, I'm begging you, leave me now, let go of me and end this.
- No no, no.
What she take out of the bag left me baffled, I didn't even know what she wanted it for, it was duct tape. She took it with his mouth and plucked 3 pieces. Then he took out another 2 electric toothbrushes that, together with the one I had brought, made the trio. She put a piece of tape on each brush and then he told me.
- Bring a couple of chairs, a few glasses of whiskey and some cigars.
After fulfilling her proposal and placing the chairs next to the bed where she lay worried my mother placed a brush in each armpit and another in the navel.
- Prepare dear, you will need a lot of resistance to put up with what is coming now. She lit the armpit brushes at the same time and my mother's laughter did not wait
JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA HAJAJA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? JAJAJAJAJA THIS IS Unbearable JAJJAJAJ STOP IT JAJAJAJAJ STOP IT PLEASE.
But that laugh rose to an almost unattainable volume by any human being when he lit the third brush. The one that was placed in his navel. She didn't even beg. Just laughs and more laughs
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And there we were smoking, drinking calmly, sitting, doing nothing
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After five minutes of torture with the brushes my neighbor got up and began to squeeze the sides of my mother who at that time seemed to be in the middle of an exorcism. This lasted just another 5 minutes because we knew that at this rate it would run out of air
I still didn't know the limit as far as we planned to push it. We gave him a well-deserved rest, mostly because we saw that he was about to pass out. During that time my neighbor left me alone with her, claiming that I was going to bring something from her home, which I of course did not know. While I was alone with my mother I took some photos to immortalize that moment, several full length and several at her feet with socks, but as I wanted more, I took them off, I took a couple of photos at those feet and I returned them to put on.
I had not seen her barefoot for a long time, she always took a nap like that but I was ashamed to imagine that she saw me looking at her feet. Suddenly my mother started talking to me, begging me to let her go, that I couldn't take it anymore.
I didn't know what to answer, I really felt sorry for her. I knew I was suffering, I knew the tickle sensation well, I knew the feeling of being trapped and subjected to that unpleasant tingling and laughing uncontrollably. That memory came to my mind with my mother's words.
I was 13, we were in class. I recognize that I was always the typical little boy who had his sandwich removed and removed from the groups.
That morning I had woken up in anger, I had not slept at all and I was almost late in the early hours. At recess it was the same routine as usual but when the bell rang they informed us that the next teacher was unwell and could not go and as there were no substitutes available we had to stay an hour alone in class. There began my problems, because the abuse is class went to me with their air of arrogance.
- Give us lunch and the money you carry.
At first, I logically refused, and they began to push me with the intention of intimidating me. Maybe another day they would have succeeded but not this time. I arm myself with courage and anger and hold one of the abusers and start pushing him. This made them intervene more and the whole class was pending.
I could maybe with one but not with more, yet I resisted until something strange happened. Notice how an elbow rubbed down my ribs. It was a sensation that I did not expect and jump. In the crowd I didn't realize who that elbow was and I didn't give it more importance either. The next thing I felt was not an elbow but a finger piercing my ribs from top to bottom.
I completely lost my strength, let go of the bully and laughed. Damn my luck, they had found a way to make me suffer without leaving me marks so that no teacher would notice. Said and done. 3 boys rushed towards me. The first one stood behind me and held my arms. The second pinched me with his legs at the height of the hips and the last subject my ankles with both arms. The "leader" approached me
- Wow, wow, it seems that the rebellious child has a tickle.
That said, he slowly slid a finger across my armpit. I tried to keep still, to pretend that it didn't affect me, but it did affect me and it was just a finger. He began to lower his finger following my ribs to what I could not resist and shake a little. He kept going down my thighs and got where he feared me. My shoes.
I used all my strength but I could not free myself and little by little I realized how my shoes were disappearing leaving my socks in sight.
- I think we are not going to need this - and began to pull them up until my feet were completely naked and helpless.
Don't say a word, I don't think it would have been any good, but the next thing I heard left me frozen.
-Girls want to come to help ?.
Three girls stepped forward.
- Go ahead, it's all yours. They tickled me for what seemed like an eternity. In the armpits he tolerated it a little, e. My stomach was unhinged but I died on my feet. And I wanted to die because I almost pissed myself in front of all those people.
People who saw the erection that tickled me. That's why I know what my mother can feel. They are cross feelings. On the one hand you are torturing the woman who gave you life but on the other you drop the drool while you do it
After that moment of dejavus, I returned to the real world. I heard my mother's pleas again, supplications that grew when the door was heard and my neighbor appeared again with a bag in her hand.
- Look, I bring more toys for you. You are not happy ?.
- I'm asking you please, I'm begging you, leave me now, let go of me and end this.
- No no, no.
What she take out of the bag left me baffled, I didn't even know what she wanted it for, it was duct tape. She took it with his mouth and plucked 3 pieces. Then he took out another 2 electric toothbrushes that, together with the one I had brought, made the trio. She put a piece of tape on each brush and then he told me.
- Bring a couple of chairs, a few glasses of whiskey and some cigars.
After fulfilling her proposal and placing the chairs next to the bed where she lay worried my mother placed a brush in each armpit and another in the navel.
- Prepare dear, you will need a lot of resistance to put up with what is coming now. She lit the armpit brushes at the same time and my mother's laughter did not wait
JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA HAJAJA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? JAJAJAJAJA THIS IS Unbearable JAJJAJAJ STOP IT JAJAJAJAJ STOP IT PLEASE.
But that laugh rose to an almost unattainable volume by any human being when he lit the third brush. The one that was placed in his navel. She didn't even beg. Just laughs and more laughs
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And there we were smoking, drinking calmly, sitting, doing nothing
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After five minutes of torture with the brushes my neighbor got up and began to squeeze the sides of my mother who at that time seemed to be in the middle of an exorcism. This lasted just another 5 minutes because we knew that at this rate it would run out of air
