Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2014 02:06:27 -0400 (EDT)
From: jmui175656@aol.com
Subject: Mom Gets Tickled Part 1

This story is fiction. I am also the author of Mom Demoted. Feel free to
send me comments and please no copying of this story is allowed.

After my parents divorce mom and I moved to her parents house, the divorce
was civil and I was given a choice who I wanted to live with. Mom (Emily)
is in her early 30's, she is about 5'4. My name is Kelly I'm 17 year's old
and about 5'7 I got my height from dad's side of the family. A couple of
months went by mom got a job at an office and is going back to school and
started to date again. But she has a girlfriend which doesn't bother me one
bit, mom would come home late from her dates and causing a lot of noises,
there were arguments between her and grandma. So one night she came home
late and I was woken up by an argument I put my clothes on and waited for
things to quiet down out there then I heard both doors slam.  I got out of
my room and knocked on mom's door she told me to come in and I closed the
door behind me, she was in the process of changing her clothes. I sat down
on her bed.

"Mom don't you think you have been coming home late a lot" Asked Kelly

She sat next to me on the bed but dam I wish she would sit on my lap
instead. She is so cute you just want to pinch that butt and just tickle
her.

"Kell I know I have been coming home late a lot and I do apologize that it
bothers you (she kisses me on the forehead)" Said Emily

Then something inside me happened these thoughts I was getting in my head,
here was mom in her undies. I gave her a hug and pushed her onto the bed
and I was sitting on top of her my legs straddled on her. She thought I was
playing around but little did she know I had something on my mind. I was
going to punish her, I thought to myself dad isn't here and grandma hasn't
gotten the chance yet so decided it will be me.  I said to her "If you can
push me off of you with in 20 seconds I will go back to my room and if you
cant I get to tickle you. Do we have a deal?" Now of course mom was
thinking to herself that I was just playing around, boy are you in for a
surprise.

"OK honey" said mom

She tries her hardest to push me off but there was no use. I was giggling
because it was getting close for me to tickle her. I started to count
3,2,1. She had this look on her face and my look was I'm going to town on
you. I showed her my hands and started to wiggle my fingers in front of her
face and had this grin on my face. I always tickle mom and its always me
usually on top of her tickling her until she submits, when she was married
to dad he would tickle her too and it didn't matter what time of day it was
or if we had company. Grandma would tickle her too. I remember the first
time I saw dad tickle mom. I came home from school and heard laughter and
mom pleading for him to stop so I rushed into the living room and there was
dad on top of mom tickling her armpits, ribs and he looked up and saw me I
had a smile on my face and he let me join in I got to tickle her feet. So
from that day on I would just tickle her every chance I got. She could be
sitting on the couch and I would go over from behind and just go for
it. One time her friend came over and they had a conversation I guess it
didn't go over well so when Mrs. Henshaw was walking out I was outside
waiting for her and I told her: dad always tickle her and he would let
others. Mrs. Henshaw had a grin on her face and turned around and walked
back in I followed, she went up to mom and said to her "You know what your
daughter said to me and I think you should sit down for this" "No what did
she say" said Emily "She (smiling) said that her daddy just tickles and
lets others" Said Mrs. Henshaw. Mom got up and told her you're not going to
tickle me and Mrs. Henshaw was like we will see about that she grabbed a
hold of mom's hand and pulled her forcing mom onto her lap. Then she
started to tickle mom and kept saying who's tickling who now, mom couldn't
stop laughing and trying to move away but no use. The fingers were working
on the ribs and armpits. After Mrs. Henshaw was done tickling mom, she had
a satisfied look on her face and told her "I wish your daughter told me
this a long time ago." And she left, all mom was doing was laying on the
couch. I came back in and sat next to her and put her feet on my lap. I was
caressing that foot of hers. That wasn't the only time Mrs. Henshaw tickled
mom but there were other times too.  The present, so I was counting 3,2,1
and she had this look of oh shit on her face. With one hand I held both of
her hands down over her head and the other free hand I wiggled my fingers
in front of her showing this grin on my face. I first glided my fingers
over her neck and down to her armpits and then ribs, lightly touching her
skin. Then I started the tickling on her arm pit, ribs going down speeds
and pressure. I switched hands as fast as can, after that I went to two
hands. She couldn't stop laughing. I said to her who is your mommy. She
said grandma. I said wrong, I'm not going to stop until you give me the
right answer you bad little girl. I asked her again who is your mommy and
she said you are honey. I gave her a kiss on the lip and got off of her and
sat on the bed right next to her. She was laying there. "Come sit on my
lap" I said. She did and I told her "So you're going to apologize grandma
right? Because if you don't I will tickle you (I kissed her on the lip).She
said "Ok mom I will". I told her to go to bed and before I tucked her in, I
did raspberries on her belly.