The Ticklish Bitch #1
(Posted on Tuesday, May 25, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

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.

In my last year of high school (and first year of college) Mom was in her mid-to-late forties. A petite well-preserved brunette, with pretty size-6 feet. She worked locally, and was usually home by 5 o'clock. Dad worked further away and usually did not arrive home until about eight.

I think that I had remembered Mom being ticklish when I was a kid and had tickled her. But I hadn't attempted it in years. She had always been a kind, good-natured woman, though subject to bouts of hot-tempered bitchiness. On the other hand, she was a prankster and a jokester sometimes. Sometimes sarcastic, too. And on occasion, she would hand out a tickle or two, usually to a family member (especially small children).

One of her favorite things to do after work was to come home, change out of her work clothes, throw on a comfortable t-shirt and shorts, and take a nap on the living room sofa. Though a short woman, her legs were long enough where when she was stretched out on the sofa, her feet just made it to the armrest on the opposite side.

One day, a friend of mine and I got to my house, after having played a game of basketball in the neighborhood. No doubt, we came into my house to grab a cold drink and a snack. My friend was a year younger than me, and I still remember him standing in the living room near my mom's outstretched feet, as she lay down napping. Perhaps because he was tired from the game, his inhibitions were nonexistent: Instinctively, he reached down and gently patted Mom's bare calves, about an inch or two above the foot (she was laying face down on the couch). She shifted a bit, and woke up, but did not move out of position. Then, without hesitation, he gave her bare sole a little tickle, and she twitched a bit, and let out the cutest giggle. She then turned around and made some small talk with us.

This first tickle was nothing special in and of itself, other than it laid the groundwork for a very interesting "tickle relationship" that ensued.

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