Daughter Loves to be Tickled Pt. 04

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"

She stopped doing the circles and started slowly going up the sole, Trish kept on laughing with no change. The brush went up to the balls of her foot and Liz started brushing them left and right and up and down at the same time, Trish's foot remained still, it wasn't fighting the tiny brush. Her whole body stopped moving as well, Liz smiled, "Ooooh... Looks like someone has finally started to accept her mommies tickling."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

Giggling to herself, "Yes you are huh baby. Come on tell mommy that you like it."

"BLAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA-OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!!" Was all she could say.

"Come on sweetie I know that I haven't broken you that much yet." She did big swirls and then kept making them smaller and smaller.

"OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!!!!"

"Come on say it, say it for mommy." The swirls were really small now getting to the middle of her arch. "I know you can."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... YEHEAHEAHEAHEASE.... HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

Hearing her daughter talk put a big smile on Liz's face, "Ahhh... There it is, that's what mommy wanted to hear." Liz continued brushing her daughter's foot and then knelt down and grabbed the bigger brush. "Now lets try both of your feet." She took the big brush on her other foot and slowly went up her sole while she continued making swirls on the other.

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..... YEHEAHEAHEAHEASE.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... YEHEAHEAHEAHEASE.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"

Smiling to herself, "Yeah I know sweetie you said that already." Every bristle went all over her daughter's foot while the other one went in every direction, to the balls of her foot to the arch. "I have to say even though the big brush is a bit cumbersome to play with your foot but it's effective." She took the tiny brush to her daughters toes and brushed every single one and got in between each toe as much as she could then made her way back down to her sole and continued doing the slow strokes. Every bristle of the big brush went all over her daughter's other sole. Liz continued the tickling mayhem for a while.

There was nothing but the sound of Trish's laughter that filled the room and upstairs. Kim raised the volume of music while shaking her head. Liz stopped for a brief moment and switched the brushes and began tickling her feet again. "Now let's see if there's any difference if mommy switch's feet now, then if you're good I'll give you a special treat."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-PLEAHEAHEAHEASE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-GIVE TRHEHEHEHEHETHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Liz shook her head and squealed in delight. "Yes, yes honey don't worry I'll give you your special treat. But first tell me which brush do you like the most?" Liz stopped the brushes, Trish continued to laugh, not as hard but still laughed feeling the sensations on her feet. She took out another tiny brush from her box and started using both small brushes on her daughters feet and slowly went up her Trish's left foot and down on her other foot. "Do you like these tiny brushes?"

"HEHEHEHHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHA-THAHAHAHAHAHATS-GREHEHEHEAHAHAHAT-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

"Ooooh ok well." She stopped, put the brushes away then picked up the big brush and took out another and began brushing her daughters feet. "Now how about these, what do you think of these brushes hon? Better or do you like the other ones?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-TI-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-TIHIHIHIHINIHEHEHEHE-O... ONESHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"So you love the tiny brushes huh."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-YEHEHEHEHEHSE-I... I... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

The brushes went in opposite directions on her feet, "Well if you say so." Liz stopped and took out the tiny brushes again. "Here you go sweetie, ask and you shall receive." The tiny brushes went back on soles, Liz made circles on one foot and did strokes up and down all over the other foot.

Trish was laughing herself silly, the brush going up and down her foot kept getting closer and closer to her toes with each stroke. Finally changing it she went to her daughters toes and brushed them, also making sure to go in between each digit. While the other brush did the same but in circles. "I think we're getting at that time to take out your favorite toys and which also happens to be mine as well."

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

She brought one of the brushes away from her toes and began doing zigzags all across her soles and up and down. While she kept doing circles on her toes and occasionally on the balls of her foot. "Hehehe... Gonna have to try this on your sister and several other people that I can think of." She reversed the directions of the brushes of her feet. "So I'm gonna do this for a bit then get to the best part."

The tickling went on for a few more minutes with no change to Trish's laughter, when finally Liz stopped tickling her daughter. Trish was panting but still giggling to herself, "HUH... HUH... HAHAHAHAHA... HUH... HUH... HAHAHAHA."

Liz moved to her box and put the brushes back, she is rummaging through the box looking for something. "What the... where is... Oh... duh I know where there at." She got up and did a quick swipe on one of her daughters' feet.

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Liz smiled and walked away. Coming back she had a small bag. Liz went back to her daughter and knelt down, placing the bag on the ground.

"Almost forgot that mommy had a special place in the closet for you and your sister's favorite toys." She placed her hand on her daughters feet and began scratching them, "But first just a few more tickles before your special toys. All Trish could do was give a big toothy grin as her mom slowly raked her nails up and down her feet. "Coochie..... coochie..... coo. Ahh who's mommy's good girl."

She was barely able to speak. "HEHEHEHE..... MEHEHEHEHE.. MEHEHEHEHE.. ME. I. I.. IHIHIHIHIH I'M MO... MOMMY'S GOOD GIRL.... HEHEHEHEH!!!"

Trish's mom smiled. "Yes you are and for being such a good girl you deserve a treat." She stopped the tickling. Moving to a bag next to her. The smile on Trish's face was still there. She was breathing heavy giving a few giggles in between, still feeling the tickles on her feet. Liz brought out two small fluffy blue feathers from the bag and brought them close to her daughters feet. "Hehehe... Now for being such a good girl, here's your favorite toys." Liz brought the feathers in between the middle of her daughters toes and kept them there for a bit. Trish let out a loud squeal, then the feathers proceeded to slowly go down her daughters feet.

Her daughter went silent for a bit with big goofy grin then let out a giant laugh,

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!"

The feathers covered every inch of her feet, Liz made sure that her daughters feet felt every inch of the fluffy feathers. "Oh yes, you like your wittle feawhters...'

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-I... LOHEVHEVHEVHE-FHAHAHAHAHA-FEATHERS-BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Liz laughed to herself, she took the feathers in different directions all across her feet. Going to her arches, the balls of her feet, toes and in between her toes. Trish contiued to laugh out loud with her tongue sticking out and bits of salvia flying everywhere.

The tickling went on for a few minutes until Liz finally stopped. "Phew... Ok that's enough for tonight. Mommy needs a rest and you do too."

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE."

Liz put the feathers back in the bag and closed up the box. She placed the bag on top of the box. She looked at her daughter again and is pleased with herself. Trish was a mess, her covered half her face, she continued laughing with a big toothy grin and her tounge sticking out to the side. Liz's eyes then went back down to her daughter's feet.

She wanted to give them both a nice long lick. However she knew she put her daughter through a lot of tickling already, also thought that her daughter needs some well deserved rest.

Liz untied her daughter's feet and went to unzip the sleeping bag. During this time Trish was silent but still had that goofy grin on her face. Liz then took the blindfold off and smiled to herself. Trish was asleep, "Poor thing got tuckered out. Liz kissed her daughter on the cheek and then proceeded taking off the sleeping bag.

She took the sleeping bag and tube rest of the of the things back to the closest. Liz then went then took out a pillow and blanket and brought them to her daughter. She placed the blanket over Trish and gently placed the pillow under her head. She stood back looking at her daughter. She crossed her arms on her chest and admired how cute Trish looked. "Good night princess."

She blew a kiss and then walked away turning off the lights. Liz was making her way upstairs then stopped trying desperately to stay awake. "Damn overdid it again. I should know not to tickle that long, especially when I had work." Liz continued to walk upstairs, once she reached top she turned off the lights. Liz then noticed a stream of light coming out of Kim's half opened door.

Irritated she walked towards Kims room, "Darn girl, I thought I told her to get some rest." She opened the door, Liz opened the door and was about to tell Kim something but was distracted by a wonderful site.

Kim was on her bed laying on her stomach, her hair is in a ponytail, she has earphones on. She had on a regular shirt and pajama bottoms. Kim had a book, notebook and pen in front of her, she was scribbling something in her notebook. But what distracted Liz her naked soles pointed at the door. Her toes wiggled and she scratched one foot with the other. Liz smiled with her tounge sticking out to the side and thought to herself " I'm not that tired. What's a few more minutes." Liz then started walking toward her daughter.

Epilogue

Sam looked at her mom in disbelief, "Wait, did grandma tickle aunt Kim?"

"From what your aunt said she did. Only for a bit, but she was asking for it in my opinion."

"Having her feet out like that?"

"Yeah, your Aunt Kim is smart but sometimes she is too focused on one thing and she doesn't think of anything else or anything that could get her out of ticklish situations."

Pressing her lips Sam nodded her head, "Soooo... grandma actually broke you."

Giving out a loud sigh she nodded, "Yes, it's that the tickling feels really good sweetie." Sam placed her hand on her head and started rubbing her temple. "When you take your grandma's tickle therapy for as long as we have and have been tickled just as much on a regular basis I feel your brain starts getting a tiny bit loopy." Sam is sitting there quietly contemplating. "You're too quiet hun, what's on your mind. I know I dumped a lot of info onto you."

Sam looked at her mom and smiled, "Sorry I was just thinking how..."

"How weird this all sounds."

"Yeah." She smiled.

Trish placed her hand on her daughter's knee. "I know babe."

Rubbing her daughters knee, " So... did grandpa do this to you guys too or was it just grandma?"

"He would, not as much as your grandma but he would. He also wasn't as intense as your grandma, now he would do the same tickling as her but he would give us a break and wouldn't devise elaborate plans to trick us.

"Like how grandma got you in the sleeping bag."

"Yeah."

"Oh ok."

"But if we happen to be trapped somewhere then he would do it, but like I said he wouldn't go for that long."

Sam shook her head, "Ok, so was he just not that into it like grandma."

"Basically." Trish moved and sat by her daughter, Sam moved to give her mom some room. "Listen, all I'm telling you right now is exactly my reaction when your grandma told me."

Surprised, she turned to her mom. "Really? When did she tell you."

"Around when I was eighteen. I guess in the family is when it is the appropriate time to tell me"

"Because I assume you wouldn't really understand what you're all saying."

"Right, when my mom told me I assumed it was because I had become an adult. I had always assumed when I got older that was that reason. We did crazy things as to her but I hadn't really thought about it until that moment."

Her eyes opened wide while her mom told her this. "Wait you did this to her before?"

"Oh yeah all the time. We would trick her to play with us, like she would be the cop and we would be the robbers and in order to interrogate her we would tickle her. Or we would when she got home we would trip her and tie her up and tickle her like that, basically what she would do to us when we're older."

"Well if it's something that you guys always did, I guess it wouldn't be as crazy."

"Kinda." Sam looked at her mom. "It's still something not normal, I mean families could tickle each other but not to that extent also it got worse or better depending how you see it, because once we were adults that's when all rules were out the window and it was basically tickling 24/7." Trish looked at her daughter and put her arm around her. " That's why I asked you if you wanted to do this." She started fidgeting not saying anything. "All of this is a lot to take and I had a choice when it came that time as well and the fact that I had been tickling your grandma for years so I thought it was acceptable. Plus I like spending time with my parents no matter what it is, well if it's not something dangerous."

Sam chuckled, "Alright I get it, it was fun tickling you on the couch today." Trish squeezed her daughter's arm. "But I don't think I could handle that much, at least right now."

Nodding her head she rubbed her daughters arm, "Yes I completely understand, that's why we're gonna start slow and you know what, if that's as much you can take then that's all I'm gonna do to you."

She turned toward her mother and smiled, "OK mom, it's a deal."

Trish smiled back and hugged her daughter. Sam hugged her back, "You got it hun." They stopped hugging and Trish placed her hand on Sam's face and looked at her for a moment. Sam smiled. Trish stopped, got up and went toward the edge of the bed sitting in front of her daughter's feet. She couldn't help but smile at her daughters' sock feet, they were grey with a cute little cat face on top of it with tiny little paws on it. She couldn't help but think that her daughter is still a little girl at heart. Trish slowly grabbed her daughter's ankle and lifted it up. She continued admiring her daughters feet. "Honey I love these socks."

Sam smiled, "Um... Th... thanks." Sam fidgeted and wiggled her toes as her mom continued looking at her foot. "Uh... mom, you will take it easy on me right?"

She looked at the foot for a moment and then went to look at her daughter. "Yes of course sweetie. Don't worry." She took her finger and brought it an inch away from the foot. "Mommy is gonna be very gentle." Her finger started from the heel of the foot and slowly dragged its way to the ball of her foot. Sam made an audible squeaking sound and a tiny smile went across her face, she wiggled her toes, moving her leg, Trish kept a good hold on her daughters foot as she slowly dragged her finger down. Sam pressed her lips holding in laughter, "Oh, it looks like you are ticklish."

Her mom's kept up the pacing of her nail, Sam continued to squirm,

"Mmmm.... Oh.... Mhmhmhmhmhmh.... that... that.... Mhmhmhmhmhm.... tickles." Her eyes were shut, her lips pressed moving to a smile and moved her head to the side, she opened her eye looking at her mom.

Trish laughed, "I think that's the point sweetie, haha." She then placed all of her fingers on her foot and slowly went up and down. Sam shook her leg more, Trish had to put her arm around it. Sam's placed her hand on her mouth, while the other hand held on to her bed. Looking behind her holding her daughter's foot in an arm lock and continuing tickling her, "You OK honey?"

She said with a loving smile and giggling to herself seeing her daughter's reaction. Trying her best to answer her mother, "Mhmhmhmhmhmhm... Yehmhmh... Yes..." Trish giggled again hearing her daughters answer.