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Ticklish Mom's
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My ex’s mother used to tickle her frequently as an adult. More than once I’d have her feet in my lap on the sofa for example and I’d tickle her as you do and her mum would join in.
Her mum hated her feet being tickled/touched though.
Her mum hated her feet being tickled/touched though.
Oh, yes! Please share them!
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Fun! A ticklish Jersey Mom…… my favorite!!! 😍
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Check out my thread called MOM TICKLED BY SON'S FRIENDS in Stories.
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My father, even though not a tickler, is one of the best ''amateur'' ticklers that I've saw, comparing to other familiars and friends. I have also suffered a lot with him, but saying in a more argumentative way, he has good attention to detail and quite skilled techniques.
Until my teenage years, I saw many times he playing tickle games with my mother, in many of them holding her down. In other moments, I was not in their room, but could hear it from my room or the corridor.
My mother is a beautiful woman with a thin, tough tender and soft, abdominal zone. She abhors tickling with a passion and when mentions it the most common commentary is the ''breathless experience'' as the main reason for her tickling abomination. Her laughter is famous in the family and quite charismatic, I must admit.
It's loud, prolonged and throat like sounded. The continuation of the ''ha-ha'' makes it unusual for her to yell or say things while she's laughing or being tickled, which she also hates.
Her arms are weak, but her legs are stronger. If my father could easily hold my mother's arms with one hand, he usually paid more attention to put her legs out of the game. As he's all about judo-like games and little playtime fights, it's funny to see the immobilization leading to good tickle moments.
Mom's worst spot is the love handles zone. But she is also very ticklish on her central abdominal muscles and bellybutton. My father has some classic sayings for those regions, like "Let's see if the little hole is clean!" and "Nice abs!" when he pokes there. But certainly, the worst tickle method for her in the center of the belly is, without a doubt, blowing raspberries.
Just to stress the belly area as her weak point. But she's ticklish everywhere.
When I look back, I understand that three key factors were absolutely crucial in catching my attention back then and they still fascinate me to this very day.
The first, without a doubt, was my mother. She was notoriously more ticklish than any other woman I've known, which was an easy perception to have even from a very young age. But more than just the fact of her ticklishness, it was that it was explored regularly. It meant I saw a huge range of her reactions, her charismatic laughter, and her genuine desperation, which was really a "wow" sight for a kid. Her laugh is famous in our family, her ticklishness is even more, and I was present for so many moments that were among the most reactive and passionately suffering experiences of her life.
The second factor is my father, who is quite exquisite in this regard because his approach is different from how most people think about tickling. He genuinely, really likes to tickle. He's not a very ticklish person himself, which gives him a natural advantage, and he always tickled both me and my mother throughout their relationship. It would be one thing to say he just likes "judo"-like games and immobilizing people, some dads also do it. But the key is that he is the best amateur tickler I have ever seen in my life. The hand positions, the specific pressure he applies, the raspberries, they are all executed with a terrifying effectiveness. I say this because, for example, one of my uncles might poke my cousin's waist and she can sometimes resist. But when it's my dad, she never can prevent the laughter. I could also provide other similar examples!
That being said, it was the combination of my mother's extreme ticklishness and my father's unique characteristics that created an experience that felt really rare to witness. The fact that his preferred spots to tickle perfectly aligned with her worst ones made it even more impactful. Precisely why I mentioned that his technique is one of the few that gives me real attention to the execution.
Until my teenage years, I saw many times he playing tickle games with my mother, in many of them holding her down. In other moments, I was not in their room, but could hear it from my room or the corridor.
My mother is a beautiful woman with a thin, tough tender and soft, abdominal zone. She abhors tickling with a passion and when mentions it the most common commentary is the ''breathless experience'' as the main reason for her tickling abomination. Her laughter is famous in the family and quite charismatic, I must admit.
It's loud, prolonged and throat like sounded. The continuation of the ''ha-ha'' makes it unusual for her to yell or say things while she's laughing or being tickled, which she also hates.
Her arms are weak, but her legs are stronger. If my father could easily hold my mother's arms with one hand, he usually paid more attention to put her legs out of the game. As he's all about judo-like games and little playtime fights, it's funny to see the immobilization leading to good tickle moments.
Mom's worst spot is the love handles zone. But she is also very ticklish on her central abdominal muscles and bellybutton. My father has some classic sayings for those regions, like "Let's see if the little hole is clean!" and "Nice abs!" when he pokes there. But certainly, the worst tickle method for her in the center of the belly is, without a doubt, blowing raspberries.
Just to stress the belly area as her weak point. But she's ticklish everywhere.
When I look back, I understand that three key factors were absolutely crucial in catching my attention back then and they still fascinate me to this very day.
The first, without a doubt, was my mother. She was notoriously more ticklish than any other woman I've known, which was an easy perception to have even from a very young age. But more than just the fact of her ticklishness, it was that it was explored regularly. It meant I saw a huge range of her reactions, her charismatic laughter, and her genuine desperation, which was really a "wow" sight for a kid. Her laugh is famous in our family, her ticklishness is even more, and I was present for so many moments that were among the most reactive and passionately suffering experiences of her life.
The second factor is my father, who is quite exquisite in this regard because his approach is different from how most people think about tickling. He genuinely, really likes to tickle. He's not a very ticklish person himself, which gives him a natural advantage, and he always tickled both me and my mother throughout their relationship. It would be one thing to say he just likes "judo"-like games and immobilizing people, some dads also do it. But the key is that he is the best amateur tickler I have ever seen in my life. The hand positions, the specific pressure he applies, the raspberries, they are all executed with a terrifying effectiveness. I say this because, for example, one of my uncles might poke my cousin's waist and she can sometimes resist. But when it's my dad, she never can prevent the laughter. I could also provide other similar examples!
That being said, it was the combination of my mother's extreme ticklishness and my father's unique characteristics that created an experience that felt really rare to witness. The fact that his preferred spots to tickle perfectly aligned with her worst ones made it even more impactful. Precisely why I mentioned that his technique is one of the few that gives me real attention to the execution.
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A story I wrote some years ago.......
Way back in the day, my wife and I married very young. She was 21 and I was 25. Sarah was truly a dream with long black hair and a firm athletic body. We made love often and with great lust and longing. She was submissive to me but nobody else, especially another female. Sarah was extremely ticklish and spent the equivalent of years tied to our very strong four poster and tickled to her limits. But this story is not about Sarah. It is about how she dealt with a classic mother-in-law conflict. That is to say, how she came to control and dominate my mom.
Sarah was independent minded and hated being given advice or direction. My mom on the other hand was rather domineering with an “I know best” attitude. Sarah was able to ignore and avoid my mom most of the time during our courtship and short engagement. However, after we married, that was much more difficult.
My mom at that time had been widowed for three years. After our marriage, she began her project of “improving” Sarah. It drove Sarah crazy. She endured months of advice, lectures and monologues by my mom, Valerie.
Finally one evening Sarah had just finished doing the dishes when Valerie started another criticism of Sarah. Sarah listened for a few moments and then impulsively poked Valerie in the side. Mom jumped about a foot in the air! At this point, Sarah poked her other side and mom was just about doubled over, laughing. She chased mom around the kitchen, wiggling her fingers while mom laughed and shouted..No… No!...Stop!!!! Mom ran from the kitchen with Sarah right behind. Sarah lunged and grabbed her around the waist and wrestled her to the floor. She ended up face down on the carpet with my wife straddling her hips. Sarah started tickling her sides and Mom again burst into hysterical laughter. Mercilessly, she tickled her for about five minutes. Then she stopped and while mom was gasping for breath said, “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to help me?”
There was no way I was going to miss an opportunity like this ! We rolled Valerie on her back and I stretched her arms above her head, pinning them to the floor by her wrists. At this point, let me describe her as she was at the time. About 2 inches shorter than Sarah, dark brown hair, in relatively good shape although at 43 could probably stand to lose about 15 pounds. Sarah straddled her thighs and now mom was totally helpless.
My wife said, “Well, Valerie, I have listened to you trying to control me for a very long time. Now it’s payback.” She then went on to taunt her about her ticklish weakness and how we now were going to find out the full extent of her ticklishness. She pulled her shirt out of her jeans and unbuttoned the bottom buttons. When her tummy and lowest ribs were bare, Sarah resumed tickling. “No Valerie, clamping your jaws tightly won’t stop you from laughing”, as the older woman squirmed and desperately resisted. A smile was beginning to form on her face as Sarah massaged her tummy and sides. She was breathing rapidly and a huge smile had taken over her face. Sarah dug her fingers into mom’s sides just under her lowest ribs. Mom let out a whoop and began to laugh wildly. Sarah was concentrating on exploring ribs, sides and tummy to make her mother in law laugh harder and harder….HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHNONONOHAA
“Valerie, you are sooooooo ticklish…..let’s see just how hard we can make you laugh!”
“MERCYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Sarah tickled her bare lower torso for over 15 minutes. We then gave her a rest and flipped her face down. Sarah is now sitting on her calves and me straddling her back and pinning her arms to her sides.
Sarah slipped off Valerie’s moccasins baring her feet since she was not wearing socks. Valerie is now screaming, “Not my feet! Please not there! Not on the bare bottoms!” Sarah begins stroking her feet as Valerie roars with helpless laughter. Bucking wildly now but unable to escape, she cannot even beg for mercy. Sarah tickles the bare bottoms of Valerie’s feet, raking the soles with her fingernails. The tickling and the wild, full throated laughter continues but slowly grows weaker as the older woman tires.
Twenty minutes later it ends and we let her up. Valerie has to work the next day and gets ready to leave but can’t find her moccasins. Valerie tells her she has a choice: another half hour of rib tickling or she can leave now but barefoot. She pokes Valerie in the side to make her point as she jumps and screams. She runs for the door and we hear her drive off.
Little did she know that this was the start of my wife’s new project of total domination and control !!!
Way back in the day, my wife and I married very young. She was 21 and I was 25. Sarah was truly a dream with long black hair and a firm athletic body. We made love often and with great lust and longing. She was submissive to me but nobody else, especially another female. Sarah was extremely ticklish and spent the equivalent of years tied to our very strong four poster and tickled to her limits. But this story is not about Sarah. It is about how she dealt with a classic mother-in-law conflict. That is to say, how she came to control and dominate my mom.
Sarah was independent minded and hated being given advice or direction. My mom on the other hand was rather domineering with an “I know best” attitude. Sarah was able to ignore and avoid my mom most of the time during our courtship and short engagement. However, after we married, that was much more difficult.
My mom at that time had been widowed for three years. After our marriage, she began her project of “improving” Sarah. It drove Sarah crazy. She endured months of advice, lectures and monologues by my mom, Valerie.
Finally one evening Sarah had just finished doing the dishes when Valerie started another criticism of Sarah. Sarah listened for a few moments and then impulsively poked Valerie in the side. Mom jumped about a foot in the air! At this point, Sarah poked her other side and mom was just about doubled over, laughing. She chased mom around the kitchen, wiggling her fingers while mom laughed and shouted..No… No!...Stop!!!! Mom ran from the kitchen with Sarah right behind. Sarah lunged and grabbed her around the waist and wrestled her to the floor. She ended up face down on the carpet with my wife straddling her hips. Sarah started tickling her sides and Mom again burst into hysterical laughter. Mercilessly, she tickled her for about five minutes. Then she stopped and while mom was gasping for breath said, “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to help me?”
There was no way I was going to miss an opportunity like this ! We rolled Valerie on her back and I stretched her arms above her head, pinning them to the floor by her wrists. At this point, let me describe her as she was at the time. About 2 inches shorter than Sarah, dark brown hair, in relatively good shape although at 43 could probably stand to lose about 15 pounds. Sarah straddled her thighs and now mom was totally helpless.
My wife said, “Well, Valerie, I have listened to you trying to control me for a very long time. Now it’s payback.” She then went on to taunt her about her ticklish weakness and how we now were going to find out the full extent of her ticklishness. She pulled her shirt out of her jeans and unbuttoned the bottom buttons. When her tummy and lowest ribs were bare, Sarah resumed tickling. “No Valerie, clamping your jaws tightly won’t stop you from laughing”, as the older woman squirmed and desperately resisted. A smile was beginning to form on her face as Sarah massaged her tummy and sides. She was breathing rapidly and a huge smile had taken over her face. Sarah dug her fingers into mom’s sides just under her lowest ribs. Mom let out a whoop and began to laugh wildly. Sarah was concentrating on exploring ribs, sides and tummy to make her mother in law laugh harder and harder….HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHNONONOHAA
“Valerie, you are sooooooo ticklish…..let’s see just how hard we can make you laugh!”
“MERCYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Sarah tickled her bare lower torso for over 15 minutes. We then gave her a rest and flipped her face down. Sarah is now sitting on her calves and me straddling her back and pinning her arms to her sides.
Sarah slipped off Valerie’s moccasins baring her feet since she was not wearing socks. Valerie is now screaming, “Not my feet! Please not there! Not on the bare bottoms!” Sarah begins stroking her feet as Valerie roars with helpless laughter. Bucking wildly now but unable to escape, she cannot even beg for mercy. Sarah tickles the bare bottoms of Valerie’s feet, raking the soles with her fingernails. The tickling and the wild, full throated laughter continues but slowly grows weaker as the older woman tires.
Twenty minutes later it ends and we let her up. Valerie has to work the next day and gets ready to leave but can’t find her moccasins. Valerie tells her she has a choice: another half hour of rib tickling or she can leave now but barefoot. She pokes Valerie in the side to make her point as she jumps and screams. She runs for the door and we hear her drive off.
Little did she know that this was the start of my wife’s new project of total domination and control !!!
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My cousin is dating a coworker I used to work with(She had kids and kinda stopped working, in the meantime) and I always loved terrorizing her mother lmao She's an older lady, but whenever I would hug her, I'd just give her a quick grab at the ribs and she always jumps and smacks my arm lmao Her reactions are insanely cute. I would love if she let me just get at her for just ten minutes without stopping. She would probably lose her mind though
