Figured I'd give y'all a why boner since y'all are hanging with family today. Enjoy.
Imagine, if you will. You're a young man, with a burgneoning tickle fetish. Hard to, I bet. Late at night, after studying or playing games you wind down and visit your favorites. Forums, message boards, art sites. And any video you can click your mouse over.
It's one of those moments on a cool autumn night. Cozy, headphones on tight and at your computer, you decide to browse. You go through all the usuals. Tickling Paradise, Tickle Abuse. Hell you even give a few newer studios a try. Nothing.
In a desperate attempt to find ANYTHING new, you check in on the amateur section. Usually all you can really find there are shaky cam videos of people tickling their half willing girlfriends feet for the camera. No technique or set up. But from time to time, you strike gold.
Tonight's search was no different. You've gone deep. 10 pages of bullshit deep. Playlists filled with nothing but the same things you've seen over and over. You're about to give up until... Something catches your eye. Not just something. Someone.
Now this could really be anyone. But for the see if example. Let's say it's your dear old mom. It stun locks you. You stare and stare. Shaking your head a couple times, maybe pinching yourself. Nope. Not dreaming.
After you pull up an old photo she had posted on Facebook, it clicks. Mom? No fucking way. The woman in the picture and the thumbnail were indeed the same person. In the thumbnail, she's 20 ish years younger. Definitely before you were even a thought. The clip is mid action. Her arms tied up over the head of a lazy boy. Armpits fully exposed. She's dawned in a white crop top and jean cut off shorts. Ankles propped up on a footstool and wrapped tightly in rope. Big toes tied together by fuzzy string for good measure.
It seems the man tickling her in the screenshot has sat on her ankles. Her upper body barely poking around him. Her face red and screaming in laughter. In one hand, he's gripped her left foot. His other hand frozen in a frantic scribble on her arch.
You think about it. Maybe not for the longest time, but you think about it. Almost out of impulse though and without much thought, you click on the video. Anticipation creeps up your spine as the shitty cam girl site ad plays. The countdown to ad skip going agonizingly slow. Eventually you're able to skip. The video loads. And loads. So long that you think it's a dead link. A sigh almost escapes you before the video begins.
A logo for a company you've never heard of and can't seem to find on a Google search pops up. "Ticklish Desires"? Sounds stupid. Whatever. The feature pops up calling your mother by a nickname only close friends and family call her by. Hell, you've probably called her that twice this week.
It's a simple set up. Like it's in someone's living room. Your mom is just speaking with the unidentified man in the video. Not even about what's about to happen. Just general chit chat. Sports, what's good to eat. Asking if she's comfortable before diving in.
And then they dig in. It starts off slow and simple. He knows down, using his left arm to pin both her ankles. The man's large hand able to keep a tighter hold. His free hand begins the assault. Slow, spidery crawls explore up and down her soles. Even back then, slight wrinkles fade in and out of view as the scrunch up. Trying to fight the tickling sensation.
He moves on to her toes. Switching between digging between and under them and pinching and twisting them softly. Loud yelps escape your others lips in between the consistent cackle that's been flowing from her ever since the tickling started. A rich one. One you've only ever heard when Mom heard a really good joke. One that left her breathless but never seemed like it would stop.
He noticed. As did you. From brief passes while the fingers on his right hand explored the arches. Dead center on the left sole. A louder pitch in laughter for a split second. And so. He gives her a break. Only so he can grab the bottle of oil from off screen.
She seems to have noticed what he was grabbing. A brief groan and plea of mercy. Cracking a joke at the worst time and earning herself a five second knee pinch. This entire time, you almost haven't noticed your hand has slowly wrapped around the shaft of your cock and has begun lightly massaging the outline poking from your boxers.
He's thoroughly lathered Mom's feet in baby oil. She jumps and giggles like a school girl every time he's nails slightly graze her feet. Only a brief moment later, he firmly grips the toes on her left foot and begins to dig into her arch. The cackle now becomes that of a witch. High, squeeling and choppy. A slight wheeze at the end with every "HA". The snapshot moment. You see her head shaking back and fourth over the shoulder of the man brutally assaulting her soles.
Memories arise of playful tickles on that spot causing a violent reaction. A quick jerk from a blade of grass. A loud threat of grounding if you even thought of tickling her. You've pulled your cock out at this point. Rubbing the tip with your thumb while you begin to slowly stroke.
Your mind racing with the guilt of the occasion. This was your mom. 20 years younger, but your mom nonetheless. You shouldn't be beating off. But it feels so good. And she looks so. Hot. Hair fuller and bouncier. Perfectly painted red toes squirming. Soles, smooth and ticklish as all get out.
The scene plays out for a little while longer. He goes back to switching between soles. Using all the classic toys. His fingers, brushes for hair and teeth. Hell even an electric flosser. No toy is off the table. Eventually, she's given a breather. Chest heaving as the video fades out. Fortunately, it fades right back in.
A new angle. Focused more on her upper body. The ler is now towering behind her over the head of the recliner chair. He's already reaching over. It looks like he's checking to see if the camera is rolling. Wearing a mask. His face wasn't very visible in the first half, so it makes sense it's covered to you. Once he's sure, he starts.
Pits seemed already slick with a mix of oil and sweat. Immediately, she starts to twist and turn. Writhing and screaming, begging for the large man to stop. But he persists. Scribbling, squeezing, pinching at the centers of her underarms. It seems unbearable to her. But she can't help giggling like a a school girl.
You're pumping harder now. No foreplay. Just confistent, heavy pumping. Any pretense of guilt melting away as you hypnotize yourself with the sight of mommy dearest being played with. Her ribs counted, sides massaged. All this making her laugh pitch higher and high til she's just gasping for air.
Silent gasps erupt when he reaches over and begins to wiggle and squeeze her tummy. She LOSES it. Squeeling harder and louder than ever before. A sound you've genuinely never heard her make. She begins to babble incoherently. Maybe a please no or God, stop getting through from time to time. No matter though.
This sight has sent you over the edge. The complete loss of control has made you lose it just as bad. An eruption of cum explodes from you. All over your lap and hand. You're exhausted. Breathing heavy. Shuddering and twisting. Trying to clean yourself up is a nightmare with our sensitive you are at the moment. But you manage. You've done this before. Afterwords, you reach for a bottle of water on your desk. Taking greedy sips. You think about going to bed before simply shrugging up and pulling up a quick game. Already doing your best to forget what just happened. Going as far as to delete the search link from your history to make it harder to find. Tracks covered, right?
Unbeknownst to you, someone had been watching you from the crack in your bedroom door since about 5 minutes into the video. As mentioned earlier, your headphones were on pretty tight. And these were noise cancelling as well. And thanks to these, mom saw everything.
When she first looked in, it was to check on you. But she quickly noticed the name of the site you were on. Wanting to give you, you're privacy, she began to leave. But then she caught that same tinge of familiarity when she saw the girl on screen. Young, experimental and looking for any thrill she could get her hands on.
The man tickling her has approached with a decent offer. An hour or two for filming. All for 500 bucks. Just needed to endure the worst tickling she'd ever faced. Easy peasy. Oh how little she knew. The event came and went and she forgot about it for the longest time. Up until she saw with her own to eyes, her son stroking his well endowed cock to the image of her ribs being counted by a man who wasn't has dad. Her face was hot. Red. Deep red. She wanted to barge in and stop him. Cover the screen, yell at him, tell him he's sick, but....
She was frozen. A mix of hot shame and something she dared not play with in her brain. She was almost... Proud. Watching her baby boy stroke up and down, watching his mommy squirm and beg. She'd always figured something was up. He was a terror to his cousins. Finding any excuse to tickle. Babysitters constantly mentioning tie up games. She'd noticed how squirmy he'd get during cartoon tickle scenes. She just didn't realize how intense that fire burned.
So she let him finish. And she watched him finish. Inner thighs rubbing together as a bright heat began to rise from her stomach. She wanted to show him how to do it. But no. She let him explode all over himself. She watched with a smile as he cleaned himself up and rehydrated like the good boy she raised.
You didn't even hear the door click shut when she decided to leave you be.....