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The Ticklish Bitch #10
(Posted on Thursday, June 17, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

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


This is the first of The Ticklish Bitch series that involves me tickling the mother of one of my friends. This woman may very well be the bitchiest of the ticklish bitches. She is actually my friend's stepmother, and this happened around the time I was in my mid 20's. I had known her for a couple of years, having seen her at my friend's house. She was in her early 40's, and had an average face, black hair, and an average body. But a very bitchy attitude, and very cute feet. I had watched her walking barefoot through the house and had wondered just how ticklish those feet might be.

One day I went over to the house to pick up my friend. As luck would have it, he was showering. She was in the living room and no one else was around. As usual, she was not wearing shoes or socks, though she had a pair of feathered slippers on her bare feet (I know what you may be thinking but no - the feathers did not play a role in the tickling. They were merely an ironic symbolism of things to come)

As I sat on the couch and chatted with her, she sat to my right, and had her legs crossed, right over left. As I leaned over and talked to her, my hands were only inches away from those feathered slippers which covered those sensuous feet. I started some quick conversation about acupuncture, and expertly changed the focus to foot reflexology. As I began talking about it, I knew that it was now or never.

I grabbed Linda's (her name) slipper and slipped it off. Her bare foot was now in my hands! I began to demonstrate reflexology by dragging my thumb and forefinger down the middle of her bare sole. I did it again, with a little squiggle at the end. She squirmed a bit. I told her, "This will make you relax." I was now going for giggles.

As I did it a third time, she didn't quite giggle, but she said, "Forget it, it's not going to make me relax." She then pulled her foot away, put on her slipper and crossed her legs the other way. She continued, "It's going to make me laugh. I'm very ticklish on the bottom of my feet."

I said, "Oh, really? Did that tickle, what I just did?" She didn't respond. And then we changed the subject.

I didn't quite get the giggles I had hoped for. But I did get her to admit that it did tickle, and that she is very ticklish on the bottom of her feet! Wow!

Incidentally, I had given her a quick tickle once before. I figure I'll just include it here, rather than make it a separate story. A couple of years earlier, we happened to bump into one another on the bus. I sat in the seat behind her and she, being the bitch she was, didn't really talk much, but took out a magazine and began reading. After a while, I couldn't resist. Using my left hand, I leaned forward to reach her, and gave her a quick poke in the ribs. She twiched a bit and turned around. Smiling, I said, "Just wondering what happened to you. Didn't know if you fell asleep." That was it.

Two brief tickling adventures - but well worth it!

This story was submitted anonymously.

To go to the next story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #11.

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