I apologize for being so long without writing, I have had several work issues and although I am still not free, I will take some time to continue the story. It's a long story, very long, in principle I don't know how many parts it will have. Every 3-4 parts I will make a compilation.
The brushes went out. I was perplexed by that image, good to fool ourselves, I had been in that state since we began torture. Perhaps an emotion difficult to understand for those who could not look me in the eye at that time.
It was the fantasy of a lifetime, we had tickled my mother for forty minutes. And there she was, tied in an x position, naked, covered in sweat, with the red face of both laughing and very suffocated. The macha of urine had spread around her pussy. What even she didn't know, is that this had done nothing more than to begin
-How long has this lasted? ufff ufufufufufuf- said my mother tried to catch her breath
- The important thing is not how much we have, but how much you have left hahahaha- answered my neighbor in a perverse tone
- You have already made me discover points where I didn't even think I had tickle ufufuf
- Didn't you know you had tickles in your armpits?
- ufufuf No one had ever touched my armpit, so please stop this and untie me
- If we do, you will go to the police and denounce us- I muttered
- I will not tell anyone, you have my word, but you are going to kill me to continue like this. I can't take more tickles
- MMM, I think not, I'm having a lot of fun and we still haven't got anything from you
- What do you want of me?
- I want you to become our slave, that we can tickle you whenever we want, that you fulfill our orders and wishes
-THAT? YOU ARE CRAZY. NEITHER TO BE ANY SLAVE OF ANYONE. SOCORRO SOCORRO
- No matter what you shout, nobody will listen to you. And if you don't want to be our slave, we have other means to convince you- said my neighbor while putting the spider-shaped fingers
- More tickle .... no more tickle please
- You yourself have said it, thanks to us you have discovered points of sensitivity in your body, it is time to continue researching and continue the exam- my neighbor approached, again to my mother's ear and slipped a finger up, first step by her armpit, then her circle her tit, then her ribs
- Let's see how tickly you are in these little legs
Due to their average height, my mother's legs were not very long but wide, which greatly facilitates her exploration.
My neighbor directed her finger to the front of the thigh
- Help me, do the same on the other leg. Let's break this bitch
Obey. When my mother wanted to realize she had two people touching her legs. In this pre-tickle process, I noticed something that I had forgotten, her pussy.
There was my mother's pussy, in front of my eyes. I had once seen it in the shower, but now it was so close, I could smell it from that distance. It was hypnotic. I had a little hair. My neighbor realized this and smiled.
- Do you feel like playing with him?
- Play with what? Play with what?
While my neighbor waited for an obvious reaction from me, she moved her finger inside her thigh
I was salivating at the time but I found myself with doubts, after all it was where I was born
- Eh eh ehhhhh don't go in that direction- my mother protested as soon as she felt that diabolic finger
- What are you waiting for? You know you're looking forward to it. Look closely, it's wet when we touch her nipples
It was true, my mother's pussy was wet, that mixed with the droplets of urine that had been left around her took my excitement to the limit. I couldn't take it anymore
The brushes went out. I was perplexed by that image, good to fool ourselves, I had been in that state since we began torture. Perhaps an emotion difficult to understand for those who could not look me in the eye at that time.
It was the fantasy of a lifetime, we had tickled my mother for forty minutes. And there she was, tied in an x position, naked, covered in sweat, with the red face of both laughing and very suffocated. The macha of urine had spread around her pussy. What even she didn't know, is that this had done nothing more than to begin
-How long has this lasted? ufff ufufufufufuf- said my mother tried to catch her breath
- The important thing is not how much we have, but how much you have left hahahaha- answered my neighbor in a perverse tone
- You have already made me discover points where I didn't even think I had tickle ufufuf
- Didn't you know you had tickles in your armpits?
- ufufuf No one had ever touched my armpit, so please stop this and untie me
- If we do, you will go to the police and denounce us- I muttered
- I will not tell anyone, you have my word, but you are going to kill me to continue like this. I can't take more tickles
- MMM, I think not, I'm having a lot of fun and we still haven't got anything from you
- What do you want of me?
- I want you to become our slave, that we can tickle you whenever we want, that you fulfill our orders and wishes
-THAT? YOU ARE CRAZY. NEITHER TO BE ANY SLAVE OF ANYONE. SOCORRO SOCORRO
- No matter what you shout, nobody will listen to you. And if you don't want to be our slave, we have other means to convince you- said my neighbor while putting the spider-shaped fingers
- More tickle .... no more tickle please
- You yourself have said it, thanks to us you have discovered points of sensitivity in your body, it is time to continue researching and continue the exam- my neighbor approached, again to my mother's ear and slipped a finger up, first step by her armpit, then her circle her tit, then her ribs
- Let's see how tickly you are in these little legs
Due to their average height, my mother's legs were not very long but wide, which greatly facilitates her exploration.
My neighbor directed her finger to the front of the thigh
- Help me, do the same on the other leg. Let's break this bitch
Obey. When my mother wanted to realize she had two people touching her legs. In this pre-tickle process, I noticed something that I had forgotten, her pussy.
There was my mother's pussy, in front of my eyes. I had once seen it in the shower, but now it was so close, I could smell it from that distance. It was hypnotic. I had a little hair. My neighbor realized this and smiled.
- Do you feel like playing with him?
- Play with what? Play with what?
While my neighbor waited for an obvious reaction from me, she moved her finger inside her thigh
I was salivating at the time but I found myself with doubts, after all it was where I was born
- Eh eh ehhhhh don't go in that direction- my mother protested as soon as she felt that diabolic finger
- What are you waiting for? You know you're looking forward to it. Look closely, it's wet when we touch her nipples
It was true, my mother's pussy was wet, that mixed with the droplets of urine that had been left around her took my excitement to the limit. I couldn't take it anymore