The Ticklish Bitch #6
(Posted on Wednesday, June 9, 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.

After my friend Johnny had tickled my mom for the second time (The Ticklish Bitch #3), the stage was set for more tickling. It's not as if she was open to it, nor did she seem any more approachable than in the past. But, just the fact that she didn't behead my entire cast of friends, and me as well, gave us hope to move forward.

This is one of my favorite moments of Mom's ticklish little body submitting to giggles and squirms at the hands of my young (18, some 19) friends. Tom was the main culprit this time. Having witnessed Mom get tickled by Johnny, he wanted his chance, too. Of course, much of it was my own prodding and coaxing. But he wouldn't just walk up to her and tickle away - he needed an in.

One day, after another intense game of basketball on the neighborhood court, Mark, Tom and I sat around, near my house, and we devised the following plan (I think that I came up with the bulk of it, but I guess I'll give credit to the whole group):

Since Mom was a prankster herself, we would trap her into being the tickler at first - which would make for an excellent transition to her becoming the ticklee.

We all entered my house, shirtless, and in shorts. Mark began to clown, posing in front of the living room mirror, as if he was in a bodybuilding contest. When he turned his back on my Mom to continue posing, Tom whispered in Mom's ear, "Tickle him."

Instinctively, Mom reached over and tweaked Mark's bare ribs. (Of course, this was the plan all along). Whether it really tickled Mark or not, he giggled and jumped. To our delight, Mom teased him again, by again reaching for his body, this time, his stomach. The next four seconds were fascinating, I thought.

Mark took Mom's little hands and held them on his own bare chest/stomach - at the same time, Tom (who was standing behind Mom) held her arms from behind (now pulling her arms/hands off of Mark), locking them in place. Mark then walked up to Mom, face to face, eye to eye (almost, he was a few inches taller), and placed his fingers along her ribs. She had a bit of a worried look on her face, and managed only a whimpering "no" before he dug into her ribs and gave her a belly full of laughter for a good 10 seconds. She giggled and laughed very heartily - obviously very ticklish on her ribs.

Tom (the biggest, strongest, and oldest) of the bunch, then lifted her into his arms and carried her away from the tickler. For about 5 seconds, she was in his arms, her legs draped over his right arm, arms around his neck to hold on, as he moved her out of the room.

It was actually a very quick sequence - the whole thing not lasting more than a minute or so, if that. But the plan worked to perfection and it was, to that point, the best exploitation of Mom's ticklish body by any of my friends. To that point, that is. Stay tuned.

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