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Alright gang. As a long time fan of tickling stories, i ahve decided to write my own. Please e-mail me and let me know what you think.
Cindy was very upset. She had been dating Tina ever since she came out of the closet 2 weeks ago, and they had made each other very happy. She just fell in love with Tina the first time she ever saw her. And who wouldn't? Tall, strong features, strawberyy blond hair and big green eyes. Tina had the best legs Cindy had ever seen, and they ended in a beautiful pair of feet that just begged to be worshipped. Cindy was ecstatic when she found out Tina was also gay, and they had been happily together ever since. Happy, except for one thing. Cindy's mother refused to accept her daughter's lifestyle. Cindy had tried everything to get her mother's approval, but nothignseemed to work. And now she was coming to stay with Cindy for the weekend. When she found out that Tina had moved in with her daughter, she was going to flip out. So now, Cindy was doing what she always did when she was upset. She had put on a pair of cut off sweapants, a tank top, put her long balck hair ina ponytail, and downed a bowl of ice cream. She was currently lounged out on the couch, painting her toenails. The door opened, and Tina came into the apartment. She took one look at Cindy and knew something was bothering her. "Hey honey. what's wrong?" "Well, remember how I told my mom about us?" "Yeah. She wasn't too happy." "Well, she's coming to spend the weekend. When she finds out you live here, too, who knows what she'll do?" "Don't worry about it. She'll come around." Tina sat down at Cindy's feet. She took her right foot in her hands, and began to massage it tenderly. She knew Cindy needed to relax, and felt that a foot massage might help her along. "Yeah. You know, me and Mom have always been so alike. We always thought pretty much the same way, and we were like best friends. But these last 2 weeks have just been Hell on me. I mean, I can't get her to see my point of view. And that really bothers me. She always got me to look at things from her point of view, and I just hoped I could have the same effect on her." "She was good at arguing, huh?" "Yeah. She always found SOME way to get through to me. She would use logic, beg, plead, reason, ANYTHING tog et me to listen." "Now, I know you can be a stubborn girl. What if you just wouldn't listen to reason?" "Well, you want to know her secret weopon?" "Yeah, I do!" Tina finished her thorough rubbing of Cindy's right foot, and picked up the left one. "Well, if I was being really stubborn, and just wouldn't even acknowledge her talking to me, she used to do something that always got to me." "What?" "I don't know. It;s kind of embarressing." "Come on! You have to tell me know!" "Oh alright. She used to tickle me." "Tickle you?" "Yeah. She would tickle me until I just couldn't take it anymore, and I listened to her just to get her to stop." "Well well well!" Tina had an evil grin on her face. She looked at Cindy's bare left foot in her hands, and then looked up into Cindy's blue eyes. "You never told me you were ticklish!" Cindy looked at her foot in Tina's hands, and suddenly go very nervous. "Oh no! Tina don't! I'll die!" Tina took one long fingernail and began to run it slowly up and down Cindy's sole. "Kitchie Kitchie Koo!" Cindy began squirming frantically, and a series of giggles shot out of her. "HAHAHAHAH! PLEASE! STOP!" "Well, at least I got a smile out of you!" Tina let go of her girlfriends foot. "And now I know your weakness, for future reference." "And what about YOU! Are you ticklish?" With that, Cindy pounced on top of Tina and began tickling her ribs. "HEHEHEHEHEH! CUT IT OUT!" Cindy stopped tickling, and the two looked deep into each other's eyes, and then kissed. It was in the middle of this kiss that Cindy's mom walked in. Seeing the two girls kissing on the couch, her jaw dropped to the floor. This was the first time Tina had ever scene Cindy's mother, and the resemblance was uncanny. They had often been mistaken for sisters,a nd TIna could see why. Mr.s Smith looked just like her daughter, only she appeared to be about 10 years older. "CINDY! Just what is going on here?" "MOM! Uh, this is Tina." "Hi Mrs. Smith. It's nice to meet you. I've heard-" "Don't you 'Hi Mrs. Smith' ME! I want you to leave right now! Cindy, you have a lot of explaining to do!" "Mom, Tina is not leaving. She lives here." "Well, I am going to my room and going to bed. We will discuss this in the morning." Mrs. Smith marched into her room and slammed the door behind her. "Tina, what am i going to do? She won't listen to reason." "You say you two are almost exactly alike, huh?" "Yeah. Why?" "I think I have a way to get through to her...."
Mrs. Smith didn't fall asleep for a long time. She couldn't believe those two girls, making out right on the couch like that! When she finally did go to sleep, she was all too happy that the day was over.
Mrs. Smith woke up slowly. She went to wipe the crust out of her eyes, and realized she couldn't move her arm. She then discovered that she could barely move at all! Her arms had been tied to the bed post with some silk robe belts, andher ankles were likewise restrained. She looked at the foot of her bed, and noticed Cindy and Tina standing before her. She was totally helpless, in nothing but her brah and panties. "Cindy! Untie me this instant!" "Mom, you aren't being untied until you promise to try to accept my life style. Me and Tina are very much in love,a nd we want your blessing." "Well, you'll NEVER get it!" "Alright mom. I tried everything to get through to you. I tried talking, reasoning, begging, EVERYTHING! Just like you did when I was a kid. And now I only have one thing left to do. the same thing YOU used to do to ME when I woas being pig-headed." Mrs. Smith realized what was coming, anddecided her only chance was to bluff her way past it. She came across the idea of tickling Cindy from her own mothe, who used to tickle her into hysterics. She couldn't stand it, and had to try to get out of the situation. "Cindy, this is not going to work! I am not a little girl like you were! I'm an adult, and I amnot ticklish!" "We'll see about that, Mom. Tina, you get the feet. I'll get the body." "Ok, honey." "Girls! You let me go! This is ridiculous! I'm not ticklish! I'm an adult!" Cindy stradled her mother's hips, and began to slowly run her fingernails around her victim's sides and tummy. Her mother noticably began biting her lip. As Tina began to trail her fingertips up and down her bound souls, Mrs. Smith's face got red, and she was fighting with all her strength not to react. "Tina, I think we're getting to her. Aren't we Mom? Does this tickle? I thought you weren't ticklish? "Hey CIndy, I think she was LYING to us! Kitchy kitchy koo, Mrs. Smith!" The light tickling was bad enough, but at the verbal taunting, Mrs. Smith lost it. She broke out into a helpless giggling fit. "Tee he he he he he! Cut it out!" "Cindy stepped up her ticklig now, furiously tickling her mother's belly and his. "So you ARE still ticklish, huh Mom?" "Hey Mrs. Smith, does it tickle when i do this?" Tina began using her long fingernails on the tops of Mrs. Smith's toes,a dn between thema s well. It was Mrs. Smith's weak spot. "BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! NOT THERE! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!" "Tickle tickle tickle Mom!" Cindy moved further up her mom's body, going to her ribs, and then getting a great reaction at her armpits. Mrs. Smith began struggling wildly. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAH! OH PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHHAHAH! I'll do anyHAHAHHAHAHAHA anything! Just stop!" "Anything Mom?" "YEHEHEHEHEHEHSSSSS!! HAHAHAHHAHA!! ANYTHING!" "Then accept me and Tina!" "HAHAHAHAHHAAH!!! NO! HAHAHAHHAH! NEVER!!!!!!! HEHEHEHHE!!!!" "Well, Cindy, I think I think I need to get rough with her. Tickle tickle tickle!" Tina continued tickling the toes with her one hand, and with the other, she went berzerk on Mrs. Smith other foot, tickling all over. The sole, arch, instep, and toes were all victimized. Mrs. Smith was completely losing it. She was bucking all over the bed, and in complete hysterics. Tears were starting to stream down her face, as Cindy changed her spots again. The tickling on her feet was sheer torture, but at least she knew were it was coming from. But Cindy was all over. From her belly and sides to her ribs, armpits, then down to her hips, and now her inner thighs. It was insanely torturous. "So Mom, are you ready to give up?" "NOOO!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" "Ok, then. We can do this all night." Tina and Cindy continued their tickling onslaught. Mrs. Smith felt her bladder ready to give out, and she decided it wasn't worth losing total control. She had withstood this for almost 20 minutes, and she just couldn't take it anymore. "OK!!!!! HAHAHHAH!! I GIVE UP!!!! HAHAHAHHA!!!! YOU HAVE MY BLESSING!!!!" That was all they needed to hear. Cindy and Tina stopped their attack,a nd let Mrs. Smith go. Cindy hugged her mom, and started to cry. ************************** It had been 6 months since Cindy and TIna got Mrs. Smith's blessing, and they had been on Cloud 9. Mrs. Smith was about to come over for another weekend visit, and Cindy and Tina were on the couch together. Tina was layinf on her back, in shorts and a tank top, while Cindy, in her robe, was giving her a back massage. Mrs. Smith came in, and Cindy stopped and looked at her. "Hi Mom!" "Oh, hello girls. Don't stop on my account." "Hello Mrs. Smith. I am so sore. I had a really intense workout at the gym today, so Cindy is massaging me." "Oh that's sweet Tina. Cindy, you work on the back, I'll get her feet." "Oh, you don't have to do that, Mrs. Smith." "But I want to." Mrs. Smith took TIna's foot in her lap. "Besides, with Cindy on your back, you can't move. I have tickled Cindy hundreds of times, but I have never tickled you." "OH NO! Mrs. Smith, please! I've already apologized for the tickling HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!" Mrs. Smith ws woking over Tna's bare foot with the experience of well trained tickling master. All those sessions of tickling Cindy had given Mrs. Smith a gift for tickling. "Is Tina ticklish too? Kitchy kitchy koo!!!!" OH PLEASE!!! HAHHAHAHA!! Mrs. Smith! HEHHEHEHEH!! I'll do anything!" "Anything?" YEAH!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!! ANYTHING!!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAH!" "Ok then." Mrs. Smith stopped tickling. "I'll stop tickling on one condition. "Oh God! Anything! Just no more!" "Alright Tina. i just have one request." "What?" "Call me Mom." OSMARUS, co-monarch of the Knation of Knick Knack
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Now, I know what you're thinkin': "But you said you weren't gonna post again for a while!"  Just hear me out. I literally saw Mother's Day post earlier today and I was like: "Dude...I have, like, the cutest Mamas in my arsenal...and I think they'd like me to do a cute, Mother's Day story for once. It's all so serious now and the tickling is added in as if it needs to be there for popularity, ya know? So, I give you a REAL tickle story that is worthy of my old ones. It's just a short, seven page, tickle story about a mother who loves her kids. You all know Amy James, right? Well, in this, she is a young mother--26--who just got off of her double-shift and her kids treat her to relaxing massages and stuff. Now, to clarify, I actually never rubbed my Taylor's or Mama's feet. Ever. I mean, maybe once, but I was never into that kinda stuff. I stuck with other girl's feet, because I thought it was gross to rub my sister's feet. Can you believe she asked me yesterday what kinda nail polish she should get on her toes? Know her reasoning? "You've got a thing for feet, don't you? So, what color's best? You'll know..." Me: "Bro...bro... I DON'T LOOK AT YOUR FEET LIKE THAT!" Her: "..." Me: "..." Her: "So what color?" Me: "Definitely go with a darker shade of purple, it goes good with your light skin. Your skin tone goes better with purple than most other colors, plus the redness of your toes makes it really pop person. Maybe add some bright colors in there, too. Maybe a pink or a light red..." Her: "Thanks...sis!" Me: "Fuck you..." Ahem...I was raised by a shit ton of women, okay?! I know these things...plus, 'Katy' and the other girls do the same thing, so I've learned a thing or two about polishes. Like, on Jess, bright reds and things like that look good on her toes, but on 'Katy', she look best with the cool colors, like light blue and stuff. As for 'Zoe', a magenta or a medium color looks great on her toes.  Anyway, I literally wrote this in one day. This took me...uhh...carry the one... SIX HOURS... So yeah...don't judge it too harshly. I just wanted to write somethin' cool for you guys, 'cause I'm bored... I'm sorry it's not 15 pages!   I do hope you like, though, good sirs and madams! Enjoy
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loved it! so cute ^^ Your storywriting is amazing! although I didn't like when Tom entered, I was liking it more with just the mother and the children, but I think it's just me ^^
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