>>93435
I've got something kinda like that in the tickle fantasies thread. It's essentially a tickle cuck scenario. If I can find the time, I'll try and copy paste it here if it's too hard to find.
>>93410
To that point:
Cautious. Potentially the word that could describe you after the incident with dad. Not just in terms of your extra curriculum, but in general. Dad doesn't seem to bring it up or poke fun at you over heat happened. It doesn't seem he spoke to Mom about it either. In a way it seems like he forgot it even happened. The moment becoming a mere memory stored away for whatever he uses it for. Whatever. That's fine.
It's a sunny day. You awake on a much needed day off. Stretching and yawning, you walk about the house. Slowly you come to realize you're the only one home. A jolt of electricity in your chest causes your heart to flutter. Yes. You double check the calendar in the kitchen and see your parents are at work all day.
Giddily, you begin your ritual. Sauntering up to your room and closing the door behind you as you enter. You lock the door. And then check to make sure it's locked. And then again. And twice more before you're satisfied. Last times hiccup happened because of you getting careless. This will not happen again.
You've also upgraded. Your ability to tie knots has gotten better. Especially on your wrists. At times it's a bit difficult to free yourself, but with enough concentration you manage to get loose without needing help. Last thing you need. Knowing you're safe and sound in your own room, you put on a fresh new blindfold. Laying down facing up this time.
You melt into your mattress. Always firm, but with a softness that keeps you sound asleep at nights. The cool breeze is blowing against your twitching cock. If perks up. Slowly. Gradually until you are a stiff pole. Pulling at your self made restraints as if someone was on top of you. Tickling you senseless. It's pure bliss.
Until you hear three sharp knocks and a jiggle of the door handle. So lost in thought you jump, and begin to attempt to release yourself. Unfortunately, the rope restraints only tighten. Making it more and more difficult to get out.
The voice on the other side is that of your mother's. She's trying to check on you. You'd accidentally put your phone on silent and when she'd tried calling you and didn't get an answer, she worried and made her way home. It's sweet. It sounds concerned. It's telling you it's getting the key to your bedroom and to make yourself decent.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! You attempt desperately to plead that she doesn't come in. But she isn't taking no for an answer.
You try and try, but try as you might, it's too late. You can't see due to the blindfold. But you can only imagine the horror stricken look on your poor Mom's face as she's sees you in this state. Gasping hard, she raised her voice slightly. Not shouting, but enunciating your full name.
A hot wash of shame flows over you. With dad it was different. Dad was being a bully. Dad probably thought he was just bonding with you in some weird way. Dad couldn't see your fully erect cock in plain fucking view. This is bad.
In the midst of your incoherent attempts to explain yourself, a hand is placed forward by your mother. Waving it and assuring you that it's ok. She's just surprised. She just wishes she'd listened when you were begging her to not come in. You assure her as well, saying you should have been aware we still had a key to your room.
Sheepishly, you ask her to help you out of your predicament. You hear her giggle a bit, again out of some bit of shock. Agreeing. You feel her walk towards you. Incidentally, on the way, the zipper at the bottom of her jacket, cold and sharp, softly grazes your sole. Causing you to jump.
You whine to her not to tickle you.... Why would you even say that? She stops. Saying she didn't. But you can feel the smile begin to emerge without even looking. It's something you're well aware of. A smile only mom can have when she's ready to have fun. A little bit of repression leaking out.
The playful tone is obvious when she successfully asks you, "What? Don't tickle you? Like.... This?". Electric. You immediately fall into a pile of giggles. The sharp nail on your mother's index finger tracing up and down your left sole. Every attempt to wiggle away is thwarted by her almost heat sealing missile of a finger.
She coos and awws at you. Happy to see her baby boy is just as ticklish as she remembers. She leans in, using her left hand to pin your ankle while she continues to trace. Up and down, side to side. Little circles on the balls of your feet. The woman knows what she's doing. Dad was a rough houser. Mom was almost surgical. Years of experience. Tickling not just you, but neighbor kids and cousins. Perfecting her technique over time.
It's unbearable. Everytime you grit your teeth and hold it in, she finds a new spot on your foot that you didn't even know was ticklish. The top of it, the inner ankle. Shit, she had you cackling just pinching the bottom of your big toe.
The brief respite is ruined by her switching to the other foot. Mommy tickle monster is in full swing now. She uses her tiny fingers to spread your toes. Using a single manicured finger, she wiggles it into the soft flesh in between. Causing you to squeal like a school girl and snort like a pig. She does this for a few other toes before moving on to circling the dead center of your arches with her claws. You begin to try and drag your foot from her. Big mistake.
She quickly maneuvers. Getting your feet side by side and firmly planting herself on your ankles. Flashbacks come flooding in. You know what's next. She begins by grabbing and wiggling both pinkies. Slowly working her way over from the middle to the second. Reciting the nursery rhyme along side the action. You feel small again. Like a child. The embarrassment washes over even harder at the thought. Each pinch in wiggle sending a shot of a electricity though you. Until she reaches your big toes, and finally...
"This little piggy went.... WEE WEE WEE, ALL THE WAY HOME!". She shouts it almost like a battle cry. Digging into your soles. Each pointy spike causing you to wiggle and struggle under the weight of this beast you call mom. Up the sides, under the toes, ankles. Didn't matter. She wanted to conquer it. All the meanwhile she's cheering you on.
Mom's verbal teasing is nicer. She tells you how well you're doing. Kitchy kitchy koos and tickle tickles fill the air and mix in with your laughter. She jokes about how all the girls must love to do this to you. How she's been so worried that she'd never be able to do something like this again.
She gives you breather. You don't know when it started. But your consciousness doesn't come back until the blindfold is being removed and your dear mom is looking you straight in the eyes. They shimmer with glee. Complimented by a smile that melt a million hearts. It causes a slight twitch in your member. Something this far ignored, almost on purpose by mom.
You're still tied up. She lifts up a bottle of water and allows you to sip. She pats your head and lays next to you. Positioning herself in a way that allows you to rest your head on her soft chest. You continue to catch your breath while she runs her fingers through your hair. Telling you stories of how she and your aunt would always try and find excuses to hunt you down and tickle you silly. The time they found you stuck under the bed. A punishment for bullying your cousins maybe. Who knows.
Before you can ask to be let go, she says it's time for part two. She then puts the blindfold back on you. Reaching behind your back with one arm. Positioning both hands at your pits. Immediately scribbling deep into those sweaty pits. Your screams, immediate and hoarse echo through out the house.
She dips in between multiple fingers and individual index fingers at random. Going back to whispering good boys and soft reassurance into your ear while you struggle against her warm body. Her hands travel further down. Squeezing at your sides and belly. Spidery fingers ruining your tummy. Already bouncing with laughter your soft flesh seems to poke its self into her merciless talons.
Her hands travel all over. From your belly, to your pits. Back to your belly. Onto your ribs. You can hardly keep track. Until you feel a pinch. A pinch you thought you'd never feel from your own mother. Slowly. Gently. Your dear old mother begins to pinch and twists at your nipples.
You moan hard. It seems to shock your mom as well. Perhaps she expected more laughter, but all she got was moaning and whining from her son. It seems to entice her. She continues on. Switching between punching rubbing. Rubbing the tips of your tits seems to cause deep, throaty laughter. It's a confusing sensation, but a sensation you hope never ends. But it does. And it's immediately replaced by an even more insane feeling.
The small, soft hand of your mother firmly grips around the shaft of your cock. Slowly, she begins to go up and down. Up and down. Rhythmic. With purpose. Much like the tickling, as if it's something she's spent years perfecting it. She's still squeezing and pinching a nipple with the other hand. Her hot breath is beating down and tickling the back of her neck while she tells you it's ok.
To not be ashamed. To let go for mommy. And you do. An eruption comes out of you. Harder than you've ever came in your laugh. Almost painful, but even the pain feels good. Your breaths become rapid again. Realizing what you've done.
You just shot a hot load all over your mom's hand. Your dead. But then. Light. She's lifted up the blindfold. You look to her after some gentle coaxing. Again lost in her eyes, she assures you it's ok. Kissing your cheek and telling you how well you did.
Promptly she releases you. Ordering you to shower. When you get back, she's waiting for you at the end of your bed. Ordering you to sit and place your tires soles on her lap. She uses hot oil. Gently rubbing it into your feet. Everything melting away as if nothing matter more than the massage you were receiving at that moment.
You eventually drift off. Awaking to a text from mom.
"I left the keys in your top cabinet honey. Make sure it's still there next time" with a kissy winky face emoji to boot. You simply text back "Love you too mom lol"