My Aunt Beryl's Ticklish Nylon Feet
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My Aunty Beryl, what a wonderful lady. She's my mother’s sister. Going back to the late 60s, early 70s, they both always wore tights, usually the tan coloured as they were vogue in that era. Depending if they were off to work, or just around the house, sometime in flats, and sometime heels.

You see, from a very very early age I had this strange feeling in the depth of my stomach and a fixation of bare feet in nylons. The drive and desire to tickle feet was all I could think of pretty much all day. I felt quite isolated, as I was embarrassed about the feeling. I had no idea what was going on as I was still young.

Before I get to my Aunty Beryl, I must tell you the catalyst of all these feelings. I knew that my mother was insanely ticklish since I used to sit at her feet, and I would tickle the tops of her feet. She would put one flat on top of the other, and scrunch up her toes.

"Are you ticklish, Mum?" I used to ask her.

"I'm very ticklish, love. I can’t stand anyone even touching them."

I found it fascinating, and my stomach would churn just talking about tickling. Remembering just a few days earlier, my Mum had tickled my bare feet before putting me to bed, which made me giggle, and laugh, and sent me into near hysterics.

I came in from the garden one evening, and mum was sitting in her chair with her legs crossed with tan tights on. I sat across the room, and stared at her arch. I wondered how it would feel to run my fingers over the bottom of her foot. I moved across the floor to her, and I think because she felt vulnerable, she uncrossed her legs, and put her foot flat on the floor. She was still watching TV, and I still remember to this day, I somehow plucked up the courage.

"Mum?" I asked.

"Yes love?"

"You know the other day you tickled my feet?"

She looked down at me, and said, "Yes, I remember. You're very ticklish. Do you want me to tickle you again?"

She bent forward, and ticked my ribs, which made me scream!

"That's not fair!" I said still grinning.

"I want to tickle you now. Please, Mum."

She lifted her arms up from the chair rests, both feet still flat on floor.

"Come on then love," she beckoned me to tickle her sides.

I stayed on my knees at floor level. The feeling in my gut was unbelievable. "I want to tickle your feet like you did me. Please Mum?"

She looked down at me and smiled. "But that's not fair," she joked.

"Yes, Mum. It is fair!" I replied.

I was now sitting crossed legged sort of like in the lotus position. Then what happened next changed my life.

She lifted her right foot, and placed it into my lap. I looked down to see my mum’s perfect foot in the tan nylon. I felt dizzy with excitement. I had touched the tops of her feet before, and it felt so soft, but now to have the chance to feel her sole and perfectly shaped arch, my heart was beating out of my chest.

I looked at her face, and her smile had gone. Her hands were down on the chair arms, but her lips were closed. She looked almost scared. My palms were sweating. I shuffled around a little, and lifted her ankle up in my left hand. My hand was shaking a little. Then, with just with two fingers I gently tickled. I had practiced before on some nylon, but the feeling on my fingers was extraordinary. I looked at her to see that her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. I tickled just under her toes this time.

"Oh! Oh!" She giggled.

I noticed she was clenching the chair arms tight. I used three fingers quickly, and covered the whole of her foot.

She screamed! "Noooo!" Then she pulled her foot away from my hand, and placed it flat on the floor with her toes tightly curled.

"Oh Mum, you really are ticklish!"

"YES I AM, AND I CAN’T STAND IT!"

She really did let me know. I was now in the mood to tickle her more, so I shuffled across so that my back was flat against her right leg. I lifted up her left leg, and cradled her ankle in my hand. I could see her deep arch, and the stitching sat perfectly across the tops of her toes.

"No!" She exclaimed.

"Yes! You tickled both of my feet," I replied as she tried to pull away.

I knew if she really wanted to, she had the strength to sit up, and walk away, but it seemed like she was playing along.

"Mum, is this foot as ticklish as your other one?"

I couldn't see her face, as I had my back to her. She groaned a little. This time I sort of had her ankle locked. I was young, but I was determined to hold her. I ran my fingers over the top of her soft foot, and then I cupped my hand, and tickled.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," I teased, just had she had done to me.

My mum let out a belly laugh I had never heard before.

She was screaming, "AHHHHHHHH! HEEEEEEEE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

She tried to pull away, but I managed to keep hold. I tickled again all over her sole, and she was bucking wildly in her chair.

"NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE! PLEASE! NOOOOO!!!"

The she won the fight, and her ankle slipped from under my arm. Her foot went flat on the floor. I got on my knees, and she had grabbed her shoes, and slipped them on in seconds. She was still breathing hard, but smiling.

"Oh my, you monkey. I wasn't expecting that. No more of that today," she said.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and couldn't get the scenario out of my head. I dreamt about it for weeks, and still to this day I remember that evening as if it was yesterday. That wasn't the last time I got her feet but, that's another story.