Disclaimer: I've always hung around with lasses within 2 years of my age (on either side). One of those has managed to put up with my foibles (including everlasting tickling) for more than three decades as girl friend and wife. Still, even in my later teen years I found the grace and curves of the late forties to early fifties lass as particularly attractive. That's not a bad thing since it means every day the view across the room is just a little better than the night before. Plus, my ticklee will be more fun to capture this weekend than she was when she was 22.
Now, what of the ticklee that is truly older (than I am)? When we were younger, my brothers and cousins were not above ganging up on aunts in late 30's and early 40's for excellent tickle fun.
The most memorable one, though, was my mother-in-law. Before the wife and I were married, her mother watched me on a few occasions pin her daughter down on the living room floor and tickle her. She may have enjoyed the show, but she was always safe...until I became part of the family, that is. My wife once accused me of tossing her mother over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, dropping her on the couch and tickling her half to death. I often wondered what was going through her mind at least the first time or two I tickled her. She was in her mid fifties in those days, and my wife said she could never remember her mother getting tickled (ever) 'til I came along.
I vividly remember the first time. She was in some respects the classic ticklee, yet beyond her tickling reflex I don't think she knew quite what to do or what to make of it. I was kneeling on her living room floor for some reason when she walked by. I grabbed her by one wrist and around her waist and pulled her down to the floor. There isn't any doubt she was somewhat shocked. As I pulled her arms over her head to pin them under my legs, she asked that age old question, "What are you doing?"
I started tickling her ribs and she started giggling and thrashing and telling me to "STOP IT!" which I did not. In no time she was laughing and trying unsuccessfully for a sustained scream which just encouraged my tickling. She did manage to scream one time, “I can’t stand it!” Finally I stopped and put my hands down on the floor on both sides of her which caused me to lean over with my eyes about even with hers. She gulped in some air, and I swear this is no exaggeration. I looked her right in the eye with my best tickler's smile. While her arms were still pinned under my legs, she said, "I'm going to kill you."
"I can't believe you threatened me," I told her. For the next good long while I tickled her neck and ribs and armpits and tummy and waist. Before I let her go I made her apologize for threatening my life. I made her tell me I was her favorite son-in-law. Here was a woman in her mid fifties, and I made her tell me from now on she would be a good girl...word for word. Part of what makes thinking about it so fun is that, as my wife said, she never remembers her mother getting tickled before this and her first time with me she got it all.
I tickled her six or eight times over the next couple of years, so she knew I could get her any time.
None of this sort of thing will ever replace getting the wife. I can tickle her in places and in stages of undress that don’t work with other women, unless I want to go to jail. Tickling the wife as she has grown to nearly the same age as her mother was in those days has made it better year after year. A woman is so sexy when you have her arms and shoulders pinned down and she is trying to twist away extending her legs and rolling her lower body from side to side since that is all she can do while you are tickling her ribs.
Ticklish women get better as they get older. When it comes to mothers-in-law and tickling the same idea applies. And I still wonder what my mother-in-law thought when she was getting tickled to death even though she never signed up for that sort of activity.
Hiram
