The Ticklish Bitch #14
(Posted on Wednesday, June 23, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

THESE STORIES ARE TRUE. THEY DON'T ALWAYS INVOLVE A BONAFIDE "BITCH" (WHATEVER THAT IS) THOUGH THEY MAY INVOLVE SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN BITCHY AT TIMES, SOMETIMES RIGHT BEFORE THE TICKLING.

My mom has been the focal point of many of these tickling memories (The Ticklish Bitch #s 1,3,6,9, and 11). Partly because rather than focus on erotic tickling (such as between lovers), I prefer sharing memories of sometimes less-spectacular tickling - between non-lovers - but more spectacular in the sense that the tickle is less expected and borders on the edge of "naughty" because of the relationship (or lack thereof) of the tickler to the ticklee.

Anyway, this particular memory involves Mom and also my sis, who is six years older than me, at a time when we both still lived at home. I was in early college and she was in her mid twenties, but still single at the time. Sis was built like Mom, short and cute, though more curvacious and a bit chunkier, and a lighter skin and hair tone. But the same size-6 little feet.

She was hardly ever around during those days when my friends would come over, and she didn't interact with them all that much. On this day, though, my friend Johnny and I were reminiscing about high school and the little game of squeezing girls' knees to determine if - as the saying went - they were boy crazy. Legend had it that the more ticklish a female would be on the knees, the more boy crazy she was.

Well, it just so happened that we were discussing this in front of my sister. She said it was silly. We asked her if she was boy crazy and she continued to say it's silly. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a Gap-type shirt. I didn't feel like squeezing my own sister's knee at that moment, but Johnny seemed not to have a problem with it. He gave it a squeeze and she jumped and squealed. "You see, she is." Johnny and I said to each other.

This time, I joined in. Both Johnny and I grabbed a knee and squeezed it. My sis really jumped this time and screamed really loudly. "EEEEE, get off!" She quickly got up and, still laughing said, "Get the hell away from me." She left the room, and soon enough, the house.

Mom was in the kitchen. Not the time of her usual afternoon catnap. Rather, she seemed to be preparing something, probably dinner. Johnny and I told her we had a theory to test out on her, and we took her into the living room. We all sat on the couch with Mom between us; she gave us a puzzled look.

We said that we had learned how a female can be boy crazy, and we know how to prove it. At this point, Mom was really puzzled, and just told us, "I think you guys are just plain crazy, crazy." But she seemed to be a good sport, and we still hadn't told her what we were going to do. This may have actually been one of the first tickling episodes, because Mom certainly didn't expect that a tickling was about to happen.

She was not wearing her customary t-shirt and shorts at the time, either. She had a skirt on, with a top, and panty hose. I said, "Ok, Mom this is how we'll find out if you're boy crazy." Johnny then put his hand on her sheer stockinged kneecap and gave it a squeeze. She jumped in the air sooooooooo high!!!!!!!! She didn't really giggle, but she jumped so high! I said, "Mom, will you hold still? Let's try it again. You're not cooperating." This time, she braced herself on Johnny's and my shoulders (we were sitting on either side of her). I was trying to confuse her a bit - to see if she realized that tickling her was the goal, not an accident.

Johnny again covered her entire kneecap with his hand and got a good grip on the thigh muscles, about an inch or two up from the kneecap. This time, he squeezed it slowly. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, don't do that!" Screamed Mom, and jumped up again, this time, practically landing her right leg on Johnny's lap and still bracing onto him for support.

Johnny tried it again. "If you LOVE boys, you will jump so HIGH!" On "HIGH" he squeezed again.

Mom just went, "Oh no!" She jumped really high again, still poised to brace herself on Johnny's shoulder while still landing somewhat on his lap. She was sitting a bit on his lap without realizing it, and I am almost positive that part of her butt cheek had become exposed. Her sheer stockinged butt cheek was directly pressing on Johnny's leg. (Now, mind you, we NEVER determined if her butt was ticklish - I think that would have been much too inappropriate - though you'd HAVE to guess that it is)

Anyhow, Mom giggled at the experience, but quickly got up and said "Don't do that." She didn't laugh too much, and she didn't say the word tickle, but it was plainly obvious how incredibly ticklish her little knees were. Even more so than my sister.

Quickly, a recap of another occasion. Mom and Sis were laying on our daybed, napping. Their identical tiny bare feet were exposed, as they lay on their tummies. Johnny walked by and arrogantly gave each of them a quick tickle. Both were in sleepy mode, so neither really giggled, though they both twitched their feet and lifted them to avoid the tickle. It's hard to recall which one of them was more ticklish on the feet. Well, at least we knew about the knees. Sis was ticklish there but Mom was uncontrollable!