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Daughter Loves to be Tickled Pt. 01

Later that night

Sam is laying on her bed in her pajamas. She was busy reading a book. Today was different. Usually most days would be average or mundane but today was definitely a new experience for her. She didn't know how she felt about being tickled, when asking her mom, all she said was. "I'll tell you later tonight about it." Looking at her phone, she saw that it was 8:38 and yet heard nothing from her mom since dinner.

"Wonder what's going on?"Suddenly a knock on her door. Sam looked up and saw her mother standing by her door. "Hey mom, I was wondering when you were coming to see me." She placed the book on her nightstand.

Trish started walking toward her daughter. "Yeah sorry sweety, I just... I didn't know how to really talk to you about this."

"That's ok mom."

Trish sat down by Sam's feet. " So what do you want to know."

"Well just wondering how were going to do this and what do you mean not go all out on me?

Trish smiled, "Well you know how I told you that my mom, you grandma would often tickle me and your aunt and how she would tickle me with feathers."

"Yeah."

"Well feathers and their nails weren't the only way she would do that and we would be often in different positions or we would be tricked."Daughter Loves to be Tickled Pt. 01 фото

Sam sat up straight making sure she heard correctly what her mother way saying. "Wait different positions, what do you mean?"

Not realizing how weird that sounded Trish quickly responded. "This is gonna sound stranger but were often tied to the bed, chair, sofa, floor or wherever she would get her hands and tickle tools on us."

"She would tie you up, like what with rope?"

"Yes."

Shaking her head trying to process the information. Tickling feet was one thing but being tied up that was something Sam wasn't sure on. "Ok, then as far as tricking you it was more than likely to get you guys tied up right."

"Yes but it wasn't just the rope. Sometimes she would tell us to help her get something from under the bed and tickle us that way. Or she told us she would do our nail's and instead tickle us. Then one time we were all gonna go camping and your grandma tricked me into going into a sleeping bag which I didn't know that she had cut holes in them."

"Sleeping bag?"

Trish sat down on the edge of the bed next to Sam's feet. "Remember when you asked me what I was thinking about earlier?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I knew that there something on your mind." Trish smiled. "Sooo.. what happened."

Trish placed her hand on her Sam's leg. "Well, let's just say there was a lot of laughs."

Throwing her hands in the air, "Really mom, come on tell me what actually happened. You told me so much already why not tell me this."

Shaking her head and laughing. "Ok, ok hold your horses." Trish looked up and started thinking. "Alright I was 18 at the time...

Elizabeth mid 30's, very beautiful. Looking at her would be looking at Trish. Wearing a tank top that hugged her body nicely wearing sweatpants and going barefoot. Kneeling next to the couch she was preparing a sleeping bag. Humming to herself she hadn't noticed that her daughter was walking in on her. Trish wearing a pink top, Pajama bottoms and going barefoot looked down at her mother's feet and smiled. Her feet were wrinkled and ripe for tickling. Getting on the ground she crawled toward her mom's feet slowly. Liz still not noticing continued rubbing the creases of the sleeping bag humming. Trish finally made it to her mom's feet. Laying on the ground she got close to her mom right foot and brought her index finger on the tip of her mom's heel and very slowly went down to the balls of her foot.

A tiny smile spread across Liz's face, her eyes shot open and her humming turned into muffled giggling "Hmhmhmhmhm Hm." Liz turned around and saw her daughter on the ground next to her foot. "T... Trish when did... Hehehehehe." Before she could finish talking, Trish's finger went up back to her mother heel. "Ohohoh... T.. T... Trish... Hnehnehnehne."

Liz had a large goofy grin, holding back her laughter. Trish went back down her mother's foot and back up driving her crazy, "Sorry mom I couldn't resist hehehe."

Liz grabbed on to the couch, trying desperately not to laugh. "Ohoho... y... hehehe... yohohoho a... silly... gurulruru hahaha."

She laughed at her mother's words, "Me silly, I'm not the one with the silly grin." Hearing her daughters word, her smile grew bigger. She was about to burst. "So tell me mom what were doing right now."

Seeing the pair of scissors on the table before she entered the room. Her left eye open and her right twitching and a nice big goofy grin on her face she did her best answering her daughter. "Hmhmhmh.... wheheh... Well... I... I... Ihihihih... w... wahahahas m.. m.. making surrererer... that... hehehe... ithththt... was... com... hmhmhmhh... com.... hmhmhmhm.. fortable... fafaaf... yoyoyyoyou... heheheheheehheh." Liz's eyes were wigging out and her smile grew to goofiest proportions.

Trish giggled to herself watching as the older woman was struggling to keep her composure. She loved doing this to her. It felt nice to see a grown woman let alone her mother be putty in her hands. "Ohhh mommy your so nice. Mmmm... such a nice mommy."

She placed her other finger on her mom's other foot and started slowly dragging her nail in the opposite direction. Liz fell on the couch her eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head her lips parted showing a beautiful toothy grin her hands grabbing onto the couch. "Mhmhmhmhmhmhmh."

Trish continued to tease her, "You love these nails dragging up and down and up and down your wrinkled soles." Liz almost burst, until Trish scratched her arches. Liz lost her mind.

"Pfffttt... Bwhahahahahahaha...." Liz let out a large laugh, her fist beating on the couch.

"There it is. There's that beautiful laugh. Ooohh... cochie... cochie... cooo mommy."

Liz was like a made woman, she banged on the couch still laughing hysterically. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She laughed so hard she fell on the ground. Trish stopped after seeing that. "Mom! Oh my god are you okay."

Trish got up and went toward her mom, "Ohohoh... My god Trish, your evil."

She smiled and lend a hand to her mom. "Yeah well I learned from the best." Grabbing her mom's hand she picked her up. Liz's was still feeling the tickling on her feet and still had a goofy grin on her face. Trish smiled, seeing her mom's face she knew that her mom enjoyed it.

"Hehehe... what was I doing again... hehehe." Trish pointed at the sleeping bag. " Oh right." Liz calmed herself down. "Like I was saying this is one of the sleeping bags that I prepared for us for the trip. Remember I was telling you and your sister about this a couple of days ago. In fact I was going to call you before you came in so you could try it out."

Still smiling, Trish was very suspicious."Uh huh.. I don't know mom, I think you might be up to something." Crossing her arms she gave a little smile.

Liz pretended to be hurt, she placed her hand on her chest. "Uuh... What, me up to something, uh.. All I want is to make sure that the sleeping bag fits you sweety that's all. I don't want it to be to small on you."

Trish shook her head. Her mom was always very tricky, but despite that she did enjoy her tricks. Her arms still across her chest, she shook her head and continued to smile. "Uh huh sure mom. Well alright fine." Liz moved closer to her daughter and placed her hand behind her back pushing her a little bit forward. Trish moved closer to the couch with the sleeping bag. "So where is the zip... oh there it is." She got both of the zippers and opened the sleeping bag from both sides.

Taking it off the couch she placed her left leg inside trying to get it inside. She struggles, the sleeping bag gets stuck on her hips. Jumping up and down trying to force her way in. Liz smiles watching her daughter struggle like this. "Having trouble there sweetie?"

Still jumping up and down she looks at her mom in annoyance, "Oh so you noticed. Geez mom what the hell."

Liz laughs, "That's why I said try it out first." Trish pulls the sleeping bag a little bit higher, up to her waist. "Here sweetie maybe this should help." She pushed her daughter on the couch. Then she grabbed her and placed her on her side laying down.

"Hey, what are you doing." Liz goes up to her daughter's waist and pulled up the sleeping bag. Trish gasped, the sleeping bag was pulled up to her shoulders. Trish felt holes on her side and put her hands through them. She felt holes on the bottom of her feet but couldn't put them through it. Liz zipped up the bag. Trish wiggled in the bag. "Mom, why is it so tight and why are there holes in here."

Liz smiling started walking toward her daughters feet. "To make you more comfortable, honey." She placed her hands in the holes, her thumb nails lightly scratch her feet.

A small smile came over Trish's face. "Mo... hehe... mom" Liz continued lightly scratching her feet for a bit. Trish's smile starts to grow a little bigger, her eyes shot open, "Ohohoho... mo... mom.... mehemehemeh." Trish is trying to hold in her laughter.

Liz pretends not to hear her daughter, continues to smile while lightly scratching up and down her daughters soles. Trish continue to try to hold in her laughter. "Hmm... did you say something." Pretending to give a confused face.

Trish's smile grew bigger as her mom started scratching faster. "Yheheeh... your... ti... hahahah... ti... haha... ti... hahaha." She started shaking her head as the tickling started getting worst.

Still pretending to be confused, "Honey are you speaking gibberish now, hahaha. What is ti.. ti.. ti.."

Using all of her will power she tried speaking properly. "Tickling me... hahahaha... your tickling... mehehehehehhahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Oh. Oops I'm sorry sweety, I was trying to get your feet out and might of accidentaly tickled your feet." She continued scratching her feet. Trish started laughing harder banging her head on the sofa, her hands trying to grab onto something.

"Ehehehehehehe... hahahahahah!"

"Oops sorry again." She stopped, much to Trish's relief and disappointment. "Your feet are really trapped in there."

Trish shook her head and gave her mom a sarcastic look, "Yeah I wonder why." Liz rolled her eyes, she then placed her hand in the hole and grabbed her daughters left ankle tight. "Mom stop I can do it myself."

Place her index finger up like she had a thought, "Sweety don't make everything so difficult." She smiled as her finger went straight for her foot.

Wiggling her toes and moving her foot she tried to get away from her mom's finger, "Uhuh n... no stop. Eeep."

The sharp point of her mother's nail made contact with her arch. "Here nice and slow baby." She slowly traced a circle around her daughters foot.

A small smile crossed her daughters face. "Nhmhmhmhm." She bit her bottom lip trying not to laugh.

But the worst part. "Around." She spoke, this tickled her more.

Especially now that the spiral was getting smaller and Trish's eyes and smile where getting bigger. "Eheheheheh."

Liz smiled looking at her daughters face. "And around."

Trish's smile grew even more and her foot was slowly coming out of the hole.

"Hehehehehe." Her head started following her mom's finger. Liz kept on spiraling her foot over and over and over again and Trish's head followed every movement while laughing. The spiral kept getting smaller getting closer to the middle of her foot. "Hahahahahahah!" Trish was losing her mind.

Trish's foot struggled to get out the hole Liz continued the spirals moving her foot closer to her face. She finally stopped the spirals and scratched the middle of her daughters sole. "Hmhmhm. Coochie coochie coo."

Her head banged the back of the cushion laughing her head off. "BWHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!!"

Enjoying her daughter's laugh she scratched her foot faster. "Mmmm... such a ticklish foot huh sweety."

Her head still arched back and her eyes closed. Finally Liz stopped. "Ahhh ahaha.. Oh god. Mom that.... EEP." Liz quickly grabbed her other ankle and brought her finger in the middle of her other foot. Trish paused waiting for the tickling to begin. Until finally she felt it, the spiral that went around her arch. Her eyes twitched and a smile went across her face again. Like before her mom started slowly, driving Trish bat shit crazy. Her eyes felt like they were gonna pop out of her skull and her smile was the goofiest smile.

Around and around and around her mom's nail went. Her head following each stroke and her smile growing wider. Until finally like her other foot it plopped out of the hole and the circle started getting smaller and smaller. Trish started laughing. Her right foot went in front of her mom's face. However unlike last time where her mom scratched her foot right away there was a pause, much to Trish's relief. Her eyes looked cross as they were staring at her foot, her mouth slightly agape with her tongue peeking out and string of drool falling of it. She wanted to taste so bad. She shook her head snapping out of it. Placing her finger back on her daughters arch began scratching mercilessly.

Trish could do nothing but laugh. Meanwhile still tickling her foot, Liz continued pushing back the thought of licking her daughters foot. "No later, wait until she breaks." she said smiling. The scratching lasted a minute until she stopped.

Gasping for air, Trish started panting. "Holy crap mom."

Smiling, "See aren't these wonderful, nice and comfortable."

Rolling her eyes, "Yeah and it makes us easy prey."

"Oh relax, mine is the same way." Trish looked shocked but then thought to herself, "Of course, she loves to be tickled to." Trish started thinking how crazy this was and great. Laughing like that was amazing, all the stress from school washing away from her it felt great.

"Well I'll be right back." She stood up started walking out, then turned around. "Don't go anywhere."Trish didn't know what was worse, be stuck in a sleeping bag being tickled or that pun.

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