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Zoe had never been so lost in her life.
Her own mother, who knew how much she hated being tickled had payed 3 men and conducted an almost heist like operation to torture her.
The same question circled Zoe’s mind.
Why?
What could she possibly gain from orchestrating such a torturous evening on her daughter.
If she wanted to tickle her she could have done so, albeit in an annoyingly playful and short manner during one of her visits.
Zoe knew her revenge was going to feel even sweeter than the last time with Tom.
Although more confusing and nuanced.
Even the thought of exacting it gave her awkward shudders and made her feel tingly.
She had it all planned out, she would wait for her mum to visit, make her usual sweet tea in the kitchen and while her mum stood in her usual position by the counter, Tom would sneak from behind and drag her to the bedroom to tie her how Zoe was tied some months ago.
Her stomach curled at the thought of her own predicament.
It was intoxicating, liberating even for her to reminisce on what was the darkest day of her life.
It filled her with an unhinged excitement she couldn’t quite place.
She cosied up to Tom on the sofa who was watching some cop drama on tv.
Trying to find the words to tell Tom her plan.
‘Tom this isn’t easy to say’
‘What is it baby?’
‘You know the incident that happened when you were away’
Tom’s ears perched.
‘Yesss’
‘It was my mum who planned it and I need to get revenge and need your help’
Tom’s heart began to race.
‘What?’
‘Think about it, she sent you all the way to a florist across town to get me flowers right as you were nearly home and could have stopped it’
‘That’s a coincidence, besides she knew if I bought flowers from your favourite place you wou-‘
‘Tom I’ve never had flowers from there in my life, it was a setup’
Tom slumped into his chair as though he’d just finished a gruelling defeating workout.
‘What the fuck’
‘Tom i don’t know why, but she planned this and put me through that hell and I’m going to get her back’
Tom’s heart deflated as he heard what Zoe truly thought about the ordeal.
‘Do you know if it will even work? Like is she even ticklish?’
‘Tom, I see her get tickled by my aunt once and believe me she’s even more ticklish than you are’
Tom’s interested peaked.
‘So how do you even plan on getting revenge?’
‘Simple really, she visits every other Saturday morning around 10, I’ll ask if she wants a drink, she’ll ask for a sweet tea, I’ll make one and she’ll stand by the kitchen counter waiting while we talk, that should give you enough noise and room to sneak from the garage, down the hallway and behind her to grab her and carry her to our room, where you restrain her and I’ll tie her down, like how I tied you up’
Tom trying to hide the fact his biggest fantasy was coming to life had a few notes.
‘Honey, it has a lot of flaws’
Zoe, offended her deeply thought out plan was being scrutinised
‘HOW?’
‘Your mums scrappy, she won’t willingly allow me to carry her down the long hallway without putting up a fight which is right by the front door may I add, and up 2 sets of stairs to our bedroom where anything could happen and we all get injured, it’s dangerous business and could unfold before you can even get close to revenge and damage your relationship with her for good’
Zoe while still agitated knew he had a point.
‘Okay well how would YOU do it then?’
Tom smiled and laid out the details.
It was perfect.
Zoe picked up the newspaper as she does every Saturday morning, pretending not to notice her approaching mum as she turned around and head back inside the house.
Tracy approached in a quiet quickness trying to scare her daughter.
‘Booooooo’
Zoe fake jumped and feigned surprise.
‘I thought you weren’t coming until next week’
‘I moved some stuff around, I couldn’t wait a whole week to hear your news’
Zoe kept composed.
She knew the plan was working.
‘So come on then tell me?!?’
Tracy glanced at Zoe’s belly, half anticipating what the news would be.
‘Okay but we need to sit down for this one, do you want a drink first?’
‘Well I would say sweet tea but you take forever making them’
‘No it’s okay, I just made one for myself, you can have that, i kind of fancy a water now anyway.’
Zoe could barely contain her excitement as she scurried off to get the drinks.
Tracy checked herself out in the living rooms long mirror while she waited.
She was a young mum, had Zoe at 16 and now just entered her 40’s.
She had Pilates and genetics to thank for her well kept toned shape.
She had slightly darker and shorter hair than Zoe.
A chocolatey brown that was shiny to the eye.
As if a glimmer of sunlight was always taken to it.
Her face was a little rounder than Zoe’s but still most guys in their 20’s would attempt to seduce her on a regular basis due to her youthful appearance.
She had larger breasts than Zoe, much to Zoe’s annoyance, perky and round despite her age, boosted by the black gym top she wore everywhere.
A slightly wider, child bearing hips figure than Zoe’s also, with a less perky, although still well rounded bum, complimented by the grey yoga pants.
She was a little taller than Zoe, with long slender legs that seemed shorter in perspective of her imposing breasts taking the spotlight.
She still has it and she knows it.
Zoe entered the room with a sweet tea and rice cakes for her mum.
‘You’re gonna wanna sit for this’
‘Will you just hurry up and get it out’
Tracy stirred her sweet tea with the straw, eager to wet her palate before nibbling at her rice cake like a child in a movie theatre, with their popcorn in suspense.
‘Okay well you know me and Tom had a bit of a rough patch a little while ago’
Tracy’s eyes bulged, she could barely wait any longer as she sipped her drink.
‘We had been talking a long long time about how we can take our relationship to the next level’
‘Okayyyyy’
Tracy felt like her daughter was purposely dragging out the story to keep her in suspense as she crunched on her rice cake.
‘Well after much thought we finally decided on-‘
A stopwatch alarmed in the kitchen.
‘Getting some revenge’
Tracy was startled.
‘What do you mean reve………’
Tracy awoke dazed and confused.
She tried to rest her hands on her head but couldn’t.
She looked at her arms and realised she was tied up.
‘Oh mum’
She shook her restraints and looked around the room for her daughter’s voice.
Zoe was sat on the edge of the bed staring at her with Tom stood just to the side of it.
Tracy felt the cold air encapsulate her scared body, she realised she was wearing nothing but her frilly red knickers and black bra that was just a little small for her, a trick she had taught Zoe.
‘Zoe what the hell do you think you’re doing’
‘Its quite simple really mum, you did this to me and now I want revenge, so I slipped a little something in your tea’
Tracy had no time to brace as Zoe’s eagerness took over.
Zoe’s sharp fingernails began raking her mother’s feet with no pattern attempted, just sheer chaos.
Tracy had no resilience when it came to tickling.
‘HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA YOUNG LADY HAHAHAHAHAH WHAT AHAHDO YOU THIBHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
She could barely form a sentence as her feet were played with as Zoe’s personal therapy device.
‘It’s not nice is it mum, it’s almost like torture right?’
‘HAHAHSVGSBDKDJDBDBSHAHAHAHAH’
Tracy couldn’t respond and Zoe was ecstatic.
Tom watched as though it was the only thing to ever happen in existence, he couldn’t believe what was unfolding.
‘Now I’m wondering why oh why is someone who’s so ticklish paying people to tickle her own daughter knowing what it feels like!!’
‘LET HAHAHAHHA ME AHHAHA EXP-HAHAHAHLAIN’
Tracy shook madly as Zoe never ceased for even a second.
She finally stopped a couple of minutes later after many more begs from her defenceless mother.
It took a moment for Tracy to catch her breath.
‘I’m waiting’
‘Okay, okay, look honey, I knew you and Tom were having problems, problems that I knew your stubbornness wouldn’t let be fixed’
Tom stifled a smirk as those words left Tracy’s mouth.
‘How did you know we had problems, I never told you?!??’
Zoe twisted her head towards Tom who was turning a slight shade of red.
That’s why the texts between her mum and Tom asked if they’re ‘’still’’ fighting.
‘I didn’t tell her much, just that we had some issues and were fixing them’
‘Okay so you found out we had problems so you had me tied up and tickled, how does that make any sense?’
‘I knew it would help I know thin-‘
‘NOPE I DONT BUY IT’
Zoe pincered her mother’s knees repeatedly.
‘WOAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA’
‘What could you possibly know that would make you do that? The next time I stop you better be ready to tell the truth’
Tom watched excitedly, eagerly awaiting Zoe to get tired and tag him in.
‘Hahahahahahahahshhaahhahahahah’
Tracy laughed away unable to get any words out.
Zoe stopped again after a minute this time.
Tracy breathed deep before saying
‘I know about Tom’s fetish’
Tom flushed a deep red as Zoe snapped her neck towards him once more.
‘YOU TOLD HER!?!?’
‘I….no…i…..i’
‘He never told me, I just knew’
‘How did you just know mum’
Tom wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
‘I’ve seen the way he looks at your feet, the way he fights to avoid reaching his hands towards you when you’re stretching or playfighting’
‘That’s not good enough? How does that tell you anything about tickling’
‘It’s a clue when you know what you’re looking for, but the biggest giveaway was when I caught him watching videos in his office while walking by one Saturday’
Tom couldn’t have been more embarrassed.
‘So you find out Tom has a tickling fetish and have me tied up and tickled not even by him?’
Zoe resumed scribbling her fingers into her mother’s barely clothed body, this time all over her belly, sides and hips.
‘TOM HELP ME!’ Zoe instructed.
Tom took no longer than half a second to spring into action excitedly raking his fingers rhythmically around his mother in laws soft soles.
‘OH HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA MNNYYYYG GOIIDHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHBAHAHA’
Tracy twisted, turned and flailed aimlessly as the now 20 fingers delved into her sensitive maternal skin.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA OOOOHHH HAHAHAHHA’
Zoe winced periodically unsure if she had heard a difference in her mother’s laughter but ultimately not letting it distract her from the task at hand.
Tom was in absolute heaven being able to tickle this scantily clad beauty with the love of his life in an act of vengeance.
He would temporarily scribble under her toes and switch to under her knees to keep her guessing.
Zoe couldn’t help but raise her hands to the sides of her mother’s breasts, tickling furiously as she watched her heaving chest bounce hypnotically.
‘WOWOEOWOWW HAHAHHAHAHAH’
Tracy was laughing unwittingly at the hands of her tormentors for well over 5 minutes before they next paused.
‘You’ve got 30 seconds to explain or I’m starting again mum’
‘Wait, i know you like it Zoe too, you’re just too stubborn and too controlling to admit it’
‘I hate it for fucks sake, why would you think I like it?’
‘When you were a kid, you would get tickled into behaving’
‘Yeah I remember and I hated it more than anything’
‘Honey you didn’t, I had to stop punishing you that way, it worked at first but then you started to misbehave on purpose to get my attention to make it happen’
‘You’re lying, I would have neve-‘
‘It’s true Zoe, it was every day sometimes 3 or 4 times you would do something naughty on purpose’
Zoe paused contemplating what she had just heard.
Tom was as quiet as a mouse shocked to his core of what he had just heard awaiting Zoe’s response.
‘You’re talking rubbish’
Zoe began scribbling again this time on her mums helplessly sensitive armpits.
Tom followed cue and dug into Tracy’s inner thighs like a madman.
‘HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHSH OOHVH HAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
There it was again thought Zoe.
She knew she heard it that time.
‘Are you fucking enjoying this?’
Tracy ignored her question but couldn’t answer anyhow overcome with laughter.
This continued for a few minutes until Tracy squawked out
‘HAHAHAHAHHA IS THAT ALL YOU GOT? HHAHAHAHHAHAHSHAH’
Zoe and Tom looked at each rocked from the words Tracy just etched into the atmosphere.
Tom sprouted an instant piercing erection amazed at what he had just heard.
He picked up the pace and moved between her knees and thighs with incredible tenacity.
‘You want more Tracy’
Zoe was conflicted, on one hand was so jealous that her Tom was clearly enjoying torturing her mother, on the other was ashamed that she was enjoying it herself and picked up her pace even further, searching for hotspots around her mothers incredibly sensitive torso.
‘Is someone a little bit too ticklish for their own good, don’t worry it’ll only last all day’
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH’
Tracy seemed to crumble under her daughter’s mindgames.
It truly could last all day, Zoe was incredibly stubborn and would stop at nothing to get her revenge.
Tracy’s nipples were rubbing against the fabric of her bra due to her frenzied movements and began to stiffen.
Something Zoe had picked up on.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAH OOOHHHH HAHAHHAH’
Zoe halted Tom abruptly and brandished a pair of scissors gliding the cold metal down her mother’s body.
‘Ooohhh’ Tracy squeaked.
‘See mum the guys you hired did nothing but torture me, they even cut away my underwear to stare at my body just like you’re about to feel, hopelessly vulnerable for all to see’
Zoe cut her mother’s bra to see her stiffened nipples atop her heaving magnificent boobs confirming Zoe’s suspicion.
Tom gawked at the sight before him, harder than ever.
But what caught Zoe most off guard was the glistening wet pussy bared by a single scissor glide cutting away her mother’s panties.
‘Oh my god’ Zoe said.
‘You like this don’t you, you enjoy being tickled’
Tracy turned her head away.
Zoe was all anger realising her plan was failing.
‘I’m gonna make sure you never enjoy it again’
She began scribbling all over her mother’s torso with a renewed vigour.
‘Tom get the hairbrushes’
Tom rushed to Zoe’s mirror and almost leapt at Tracy’s soles with intent.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH’
Zoe realised in that moment, not once did her mum ask her to stop, she had been playing her this whole time, she needed to up the ante and make her regret her choices and fast.
Staring at her mothers remarkable boobs she stumbled across an idea and began to graze her mothers nipples.
‘OHAHHAHAHHAHA FUCK HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH’
Zoe smiled as she got her mother to swear for the first time, she knew she was getting close and grew a disturbing warmth between her legs.
She took solace in the fact nobody would know.
Tom kept up brushing while Tracy thrashed violently.
Crashing into the bed repeatedly.
‘HAHAHHAHSHSH FUCK FUCK FUCK HAHAHGAGAHAHAHAHHAHAHAG’
Zoe teased
‘Awww does somebody have tickly little nipples, who knew these beautiful boobies were so tickly’
Tracy crumbled further into the abyss of inflicted sensation.
‘FUCK FUCK HAHAHAHHAHAHHAGAGS
I KNEW YOU HAHAHAHAHSH LIKED IT FUCK HAHAHHAHAHHA’
Zoe croaked embarrassedly.
‘I don’t like it this is revenge bitch’
‘IF HAHAH YOU HAHAHAHAH DONTSTSTSTTS
LIKEHAHAHAH ITTTTSTTSTSTS THEN WHY HAGAGAGHA ARE YOOOOUUUU HAHAHAH TICKLKKIIINNNGGG MEEE?!??!??’
Zoe contemplated, she wasn’t right but she had a point. This was all about revenge but she could have exacted revenge by simply withdrawing herself from her mother’s life, why did it need to be tickling?
Tracy through tears of laughter caught glimpse of Zoe’s facial expressions torturing her.
‘FFUCKCCKJJ FUCUYHAHAHHA’
Tom was throbbing at the cinematic masterpiece revealing before him, trying to stay as quiet as possible hoping it would never end.
‘You’re wrong mum, you needed this, I didn’t, I hate it’
‘Ifffff hahahaha you hahahteeee it so hahaha much then why ahahhshs are you weetttttt?’
Zoe flushed a deep red that would have made Tom look pale in comparison.
Tom nearly exploded in his pants as he slowed his brushing to a delicate rhythm to listen to a response.
Tracy aware of the shame she had brought her daughter as the tickling slowed from both of her captors, had to ease the tension.
‘It’s a shame that’s all you two had, I was NEVER gonna break but I was nervous’
With that Tom and Zoe frustrated at their premature easing initiated contact with malicious intent.
Scratching cohesively around Tracy’s boobs and inner thighs in a wild manner.
‘Oh you will break bitch’
Zoe sneered.
‘FUCCCCKKKKK OKAYYYY YOU WIN IM SORRYYY FUCKCKCJ AHAHHSHSHSHSHAG’
‘What was that I couldn’t hear you?’
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAH YOU WIN AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA’
Zoe kept up tickling for another few minutes of her mother’s hyper sensitive body to truly drive her point home leaving Tracy a babbling mess.
‘HAHHASHHSHSH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCKJJJJKJJJJKKKKKKKK’
‘You deserved that bitch’
Zoe left in a rush tossing the key to Tom to untie her mother.
All of her planning had finally come to life and felt oh so sweet.
She was deeply ashamed of her arousal but it was outdone by her successful vengeance.
But she couldn’t help feel something was missing.
Something she just couldn’t place.
Her own mother, who knew how much she hated being tickled had payed 3 men and conducted an almost heist like operation to torture her.
The same question circled Zoe’s mind.
Why?
What could she possibly gain from orchestrating such a torturous evening on her daughter.
If she wanted to tickle her she could have done so, albeit in an annoyingly playful and short manner during one of her visits.
Zoe knew her revenge was going to feel even sweeter than the last time with Tom.
Although more confusing and nuanced.
Even the thought of exacting it gave her awkward shudders and made her feel tingly.
She had it all planned out, she would wait for her mum to visit, make her usual sweet tea in the kitchen and while her mum stood in her usual position by the counter, Tom would sneak from behind and drag her to the bedroom to tie her how Zoe was tied some months ago.
Her stomach curled at the thought of her own predicament.
It was intoxicating, liberating even for her to reminisce on what was the darkest day of her life.
It filled her with an unhinged excitement she couldn’t quite place.
She cosied up to Tom on the sofa who was watching some cop drama on tv.
Trying to find the words to tell Tom her plan.
‘Tom this isn’t easy to say’
‘What is it baby?’
‘You know the incident that happened when you were away’
Tom’s ears perched.
‘Yesss’
‘It was my mum who planned it and I need to get revenge and need your help’
Tom’s heart began to race.
‘What?’
‘Think about it, she sent you all the way to a florist across town to get me flowers right as you were nearly home and could have stopped it’
‘That’s a coincidence, besides she knew if I bought flowers from your favourite place you wou-‘
‘Tom I’ve never had flowers from there in my life, it was a setup’
Tom slumped into his chair as though he’d just finished a gruelling defeating workout.
‘What the fuck’
‘Tom i don’t know why, but she planned this and put me through that hell and I’m going to get her back’
Tom’s heart deflated as he heard what Zoe truly thought about the ordeal.
‘Do you know if it will even work? Like is she even ticklish?’
‘Tom, I see her get tickled by my aunt once and believe me she’s even more ticklish than you are’
Tom’s interested peaked.
‘So how do you even plan on getting revenge?’
‘Simple really, she visits every other Saturday morning around 10, I’ll ask if she wants a drink, she’ll ask for a sweet tea, I’ll make one and she’ll stand by the kitchen counter waiting while we talk, that should give you enough noise and room to sneak from the garage, down the hallway and behind her to grab her and carry her to our room, where you restrain her and I’ll tie her down, like how I tied you up’
Tom trying to hide the fact his biggest fantasy was coming to life had a few notes.
‘Honey, it has a lot of flaws’
Zoe, offended her deeply thought out plan was being scrutinised
‘HOW?’
‘Your mums scrappy, she won’t willingly allow me to carry her down the long hallway without putting up a fight which is right by the front door may I add, and up 2 sets of stairs to our bedroom where anything could happen and we all get injured, it’s dangerous business and could unfold before you can even get close to revenge and damage your relationship with her for good’
Zoe while still agitated knew he had a point.
‘Okay well how would YOU do it then?’
Tom smiled and laid out the details.
It was perfect.
Zoe picked up the newspaper as she does every Saturday morning, pretending not to notice her approaching mum as she turned around and head back inside the house.
Tracy approached in a quiet quickness trying to scare her daughter.
‘Booooooo’
Zoe fake jumped and feigned surprise.
‘I thought you weren’t coming until next week’
‘I moved some stuff around, I couldn’t wait a whole week to hear your news’
Zoe kept composed.
She knew the plan was working.
‘So come on then tell me?!?’
Tracy glanced at Zoe’s belly, half anticipating what the news would be.
‘Okay but we need to sit down for this one, do you want a drink first?’
‘Well I would say sweet tea but you take forever making them’
‘No it’s okay, I just made one for myself, you can have that, i kind of fancy a water now anyway.’
Zoe could barely contain her excitement as she scurried off to get the drinks.
Tracy checked herself out in the living rooms long mirror while she waited.
She was a young mum, had Zoe at 16 and now just entered her 40’s.
She had Pilates and genetics to thank for her well kept toned shape.
She had slightly darker and shorter hair than Zoe.
A chocolatey brown that was shiny to the eye.
As if a glimmer of sunlight was always taken to it.
Her face was a little rounder than Zoe’s but still most guys in their 20’s would attempt to seduce her on a regular basis due to her youthful appearance.
She had larger breasts than Zoe, much to Zoe’s annoyance, perky and round despite her age, boosted by the black gym top she wore everywhere.
A slightly wider, child bearing hips figure than Zoe’s also, with a less perky, although still well rounded bum, complimented by the grey yoga pants.
She was a little taller than Zoe, with long slender legs that seemed shorter in perspective of her imposing breasts taking the spotlight.
She still has it and she knows it.
Zoe entered the room with a sweet tea and rice cakes for her mum.
‘You’re gonna wanna sit for this’
‘Will you just hurry up and get it out’
Tracy stirred her sweet tea with the straw, eager to wet her palate before nibbling at her rice cake like a child in a movie theatre, with their popcorn in suspense.
‘Okay well you know me and Tom had a bit of a rough patch a little while ago’
Tracy’s eyes bulged, she could barely wait any longer as she sipped her drink.
‘We had been talking a long long time about how we can take our relationship to the next level’
‘Okayyyyy’
Tracy felt like her daughter was purposely dragging out the story to keep her in suspense as she crunched on her rice cake.
‘Well after much thought we finally decided on-‘
A stopwatch alarmed in the kitchen.
‘Getting some revenge’
Tracy was startled.
‘What do you mean reve………’
Tracy awoke dazed and confused.
She tried to rest her hands on her head but couldn’t.
She looked at her arms and realised she was tied up.
‘Oh mum’
She shook her restraints and looked around the room for her daughter’s voice.
Zoe was sat on the edge of the bed staring at her with Tom stood just to the side of it.
Tracy felt the cold air encapsulate her scared body, she realised she was wearing nothing but her frilly red knickers and black bra that was just a little small for her, a trick she had taught Zoe.
‘Zoe what the hell do you think you’re doing’
‘Its quite simple really mum, you did this to me and now I want revenge, so I slipped a little something in your tea’
Tracy had no time to brace as Zoe’s eagerness took over.
Zoe’s sharp fingernails began raking her mother’s feet with no pattern attempted, just sheer chaos.
Tracy had no resilience when it came to tickling.
‘HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA YOUNG LADY HAHAHAHAHAH WHAT AHAHDO YOU THIBHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
She could barely form a sentence as her feet were played with as Zoe’s personal therapy device.
‘It’s not nice is it mum, it’s almost like torture right?’
‘HAHAHSVGSBDKDJDBDBSHAHAHAHAH’
Tracy couldn’t respond and Zoe was ecstatic.
Tom watched as though it was the only thing to ever happen in existence, he couldn’t believe what was unfolding.
‘Now I’m wondering why oh why is someone who’s so ticklish paying people to tickle her own daughter knowing what it feels like!!’
‘LET HAHAHAHHA ME AHHAHA EXP-HAHAHAHLAIN’
Tracy shook madly as Zoe never ceased for even a second.
She finally stopped a couple of minutes later after many more begs from her defenceless mother.
It took a moment for Tracy to catch her breath.
‘I’m waiting’
‘Okay, okay, look honey, I knew you and Tom were having problems, problems that I knew your stubbornness wouldn’t let be fixed’
Tom stifled a smirk as those words left Tracy’s mouth.
‘How did you know we had problems, I never told you?!??’
Zoe twisted her head towards Tom who was turning a slight shade of red.
That’s why the texts between her mum and Tom asked if they’re ‘’still’’ fighting.
‘I didn’t tell her much, just that we had some issues and were fixing them’
‘Okay so you found out we had problems so you had me tied up and tickled, how does that make any sense?’
‘I knew it would help I know thin-‘
‘NOPE I DONT BUY IT’
Zoe pincered her mother’s knees repeatedly.
‘WOAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA’
‘What could you possibly know that would make you do that? The next time I stop you better be ready to tell the truth’
Tom watched excitedly, eagerly awaiting Zoe to get tired and tag him in.
‘Hahahahahahahahshhaahhahahahah’
Tracy laughed away unable to get any words out.
Zoe stopped again after a minute this time.
Tracy breathed deep before saying
‘I know about Tom’s fetish’
Tom flushed a deep red as Zoe snapped her neck towards him once more.
‘YOU TOLD HER!?!?’
‘I….no…i…..i’
‘He never told me, I just knew’
‘How did you just know mum’
Tom wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
‘I’ve seen the way he looks at your feet, the way he fights to avoid reaching his hands towards you when you’re stretching or playfighting’
‘That’s not good enough? How does that tell you anything about tickling’
‘It’s a clue when you know what you’re looking for, but the biggest giveaway was when I caught him watching videos in his office while walking by one Saturday’
Tom couldn’t have been more embarrassed.
‘So you find out Tom has a tickling fetish and have me tied up and tickled not even by him?’
Zoe resumed scribbling her fingers into her mother’s barely clothed body, this time all over her belly, sides and hips.
‘TOM HELP ME!’ Zoe instructed.
Tom took no longer than half a second to spring into action excitedly raking his fingers rhythmically around his mother in laws soft soles.
‘OH HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA MNNYYYYG GOIIDHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHBAHAHA’
Tracy twisted, turned and flailed aimlessly as the now 20 fingers delved into her sensitive maternal skin.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA OOOOHHH HAHAHAHHA’
Zoe winced periodically unsure if she had heard a difference in her mother’s laughter but ultimately not letting it distract her from the task at hand.
Tom was in absolute heaven being able to tickle this scantily clad beauty with the love of his life in an act of vengeance.
He would temporarily scribble under her toes and switch to under her knees to keep her guessing.
Zoe couldn’t help but raise her hands to the sides of her mother’s breasts, tickling furiously as she watched her heaving chest bounce hypnotically.
‘WOWOEOWOWW HAHAHHAHAHAH’
Tracy was laughing unwittingly at the hands of her tormentors for well over 5 minutes before they next paused.
‘You’ve got 30 seconds to explain or I’m starting again mum’
‘Wait, i know you like it Zoe too, you’re just too stubborn and too controlling to admit it’
‘I hate it for fucks sake, why would you think I like it?’
‘When you were a kid, you would get tickled into behaving’
‘Yeah I remember and I hated it more than anything’
‘Honey you didn’t, I had to stop punishing you that way, it worked at first but then you started to misbehave on purpose to get my attention to make it happen’
‘You’re lying, I would have neve-‘
‘It’s true Zoe, it was every day sometimes 3 or 4 times you would do something naughty on purpose’
Zoe paused contemplating what she had just heard.
Tom was as quiet as a mouse shocked to his core of what he had just heard awaiting Zoe’s response.
‘You’re talking rubbish’
Zoe began scribbling again this time on her mums helplessly sensitive armpits.
Tom followed cue and dug into Tracy’s inner thighs like a madman.
‘HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHSH OOHVH HAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
There it was again thought Zoe.
She knew she heard it that time.
‘Are you fucking enjoying this?’
Tracy ignored her question but couldn’t answer anyhow overcome with laughter.
This continued for a few minutes until Tracy squawked out
‘HAHAHAHAHHA IS THAT ALL YOU GOT? HHAHAHAHHAHAHSHAH’
Zoe and Tom looked at each rocked from the words Tracy just etched into the atmosphere.
Tom sprouted an instant piercing erection amazed at what he had just heard.
He picked up the pace and moved between her knees and thighs with incredible tenacity.
‘You want more Tracy’
Zoe was conflicted, on one hand was so jealous that her Tom was clearly enjoying torturing her mother, on the other was ashamed that she was enjoying it herself and picked up her pace even further, searching for hotspots around her mothers incredibly sensitive torso.
‘Is someone a little bit too ticklish for their own good, don’t worry it’ll only last all day’
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH’
Tracy seemed to crumble under her daughter’s mindgames.
It truly could last all day, Zoe was incredibly stubborn and would stop at nothing to get her revenge.
Tracy’s nipples were rubbing against the fabric of her bra due to her frenzied movements and began to stiffen.
Something Zoe had picked up on.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAH OOOHHHH HAHAHHAH’
Zoe halted Tom abruptly and brandished a pair of scissors gliding the cold metal down her mother’s body.
‘Ooohhh’ Tracy squeaked.
‘See mum the guys you hired did nothing but torture me, they even cut away my underwear to stare at my body just like you’re about to feel, hopelessly vulnerable for all to see’
Zoe cut her mother’s bra to see her stiffened nipples atop her heaving magnificent boobs confirming Zoe’s suspicion.
Tom gawked at the sight before him, harder than ever.
But what caught Zoe most off guard was the glistening wet pussy bared by a single scissor glide cutting away her mother’s panties.
‘Oh my god’ Zoe said.
‘You like this don’t you, you enjoy being tickled’
Tracy turned her head away.
Zoe was all anger realising her plan was failing.
‘I’m gonna make sure you never enjoy it again’
She began scribbling all over her mother’s torso with a renewed vigour.
‘Tom get the hairbrushes’
Tom rushed to Zoe’s mirror and almost leapt at Tracy’s soles with intent.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH’
Zoe realised in that moment, not once did her mum ask her to stop, she had been playing her this whole time, she needed to up the ante and make her regret her choices and fast.
Staring at her mothers remarkable boobs she stumbled across an idea and began to graze her mothers nipples.
‘OHAHHAHAHHAHA FUCK HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH’
Zoe smiled as she got her mother to swear for the first time, she knew she was getting close and grew a disturbing warmth between her legs.
She took solace in the fact nobody would know.
Tom kept up brushing while Tracy thrashed violently.
Crashing into the bed repeatedly.
‘HAHAHHAHSHSH FUCK FUCK FUCK HAHAHGAGAHAHAHAHHAHAHAG’
Zoe teased
‘Awww does somebody have tickly little nipples, who knew these beautiful boobies were so tickly’
Tracy crumbled further into the abyss of inflicted sensation.
‘FUCK FUCK HAHAHAHHAHAHHAGAGS
I KNEW YOU HAHAHAHAHSH LIKED IT FUCK HAHAHHAHAHHA’
Zoe croaked embarrassedly.
‘I don’t like it this is revenge bitch’
‘IF HAHAH YOU HAHAHAHAH DONTSTSTSTTS
LIKEHAHAHAH ITTTTSTTSTSTS THEN WHY HAGAGAGHA ARE YOOOOUUUU HAHAHAH TICKLKKIIINNNGGG MEEE?!??!??’
Zoe contemplated, she wasn’t right but she had a point. This was all about revenge but she could have exacted revenge by simply withdrawing herself from her mother’s life, why did it need to be tickling?
Tracy through tears of laughter caught glimpse of Zoe’s facial expressions torturing her.
‘FFUCKCCKJJ FUCUYHAHAHHA’
Tom was throbbing at the cinematic masterpiece revealing before him, trying to stay as quiet as possible hoping it would never end.
‘You’re wrong mum, you needed this, I didn’t, I hate it’
‘Ifffff hahahaha you hahahteeee it so hahaha much then why ahahhshs are you weetttttt?’
Zoe flushed a deep red that would have made Tom look pale in comparison.
Tom nearly exploded in his pants as he slowed his brushing to a delicate rhythm to listen to a response.
Tracy aware of the shame she had brought her daughter as the tickling slowed from both of her captors, had to ease the tension.
‘It’s a shame that’s all you two had, I was NEVER gonna break but I was nervous’
With that Tom and Zoe frustrated at their premature easing initiated contact with malicious intent.
Scratching cohesively around Tracy’s boobs and inner thighs in a wild manner.
‘Oh you will break bitch’
Zoe sneered.
‘FUCCCCKKKKK OKAYYYY YOU WIN IM SORRYYY FUCKCKCJ AHAHHSHSHSHSHAG’
‘What was that I couldn’t hear you?’
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAH YOU WIN AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA’
Zoe kept up tickling for another few minutes of her mother’s hyper sensitive body to truly drive her point home leaving Tracy a babbling mess.
‘HAHHASHHSHSH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCKJJJJKJJJJKKKKKKKK’
‘You deserved that bitch’
Zoe left in a rush tossing the key to Tom to untie her mother.
All of her planning had finally come to life and felt oh so sweet.
She was deeply ashamed of her arousal but it was outdone by her successful vengeance.
But she couldn’t help feel something was missing.
Something she just couldn’t place.
