A Family Friend Tickles My Mom at greatfeet.com - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

Introduction: I am 27 years old today, but the story I am telling was when I was 15 years old. My mother and I tickled each other, and I remember it as if it was yesterday.

I always had a fantasy to tickle Malpy especially my mom might have thought it was weird but I always saw my mom's feet I had a fantasy to tickle her feet were cute and plump in a cute way and even sexy I also know they are really sensitive to tickling sometimes it was itchy Her foot and she would scratch her feet she would laugh and I would ask what happened so she would say she is really sensitive to the tickling in her feet.

It was a really hot day, and I went to the beach with my mom. My dad had to go to work, so we went with a good friend of my mom's. He and my mom have known each other since they were kids. They were neighbors, and they became good friends. By choice, he decided not to get married.

My mom had made us cold drinks. She also brought vegetables, fruits, and sandwiches. She brought a couple of towels, some shampoo, and two hairbrushes; one for herself, and one for me. She wore her black thong underneath a black robe that reached down to her knees, and she was wearing flip-flops.

We drove to the beach to find her friend who was already there waiting for us. He had found a place that my mom knew well since the two of them had enjoyed that same spot as kids. It's very quiet there, and very private. The lifeguard could only see us from their tower if we were in the sea. Otherwise, we were all hidden from view.

We sat between two large rocks that surrounded us, so even people who passed by above us would only be able to see us if they walked down to where we were between the rocks.

My mom took off her robe, and we went into the water. We talked for a while, and then we sat down in the shallow area where I couldn't stop watching the waves hitting her feet.

After some time had passed, my mom excused herself after getting a phone call. She told us that the call was important, and because she wanted some privacy, she walked around one of the big rocks out of our sight.

After some more time had passed, we called out to her, but there was no answer. Her friend told me that he'd go look for her since she probably couldn't hear us.

After a few minutes had passed, I wondered what had happened, so I headed in the direction that they had gone to see where they were. As I got closer to where they had gone, I suddenly heard my mom laughing out loud, so I wondered what was going on. Her amazing laugh seemed like it was coming from just around the corner of a large rock that was ahead of me.

There was a hole that made it easy for me to see what was on the other side of the rock without me being easily seen. When I peered through the hole, I was shocked to see that my mom's friend had a firm hold of one of her ankles, and that he was mercilessly tickling her wet foot. She was being tickled mercilessly, and the toes of her foot were twitching all around.

To my surprise, she lifted her leg, and just gave him her other foot. It soon became clear to me that they had played this tickle game before.

"Oh God!" She exclaimed with arousal. "I forgot how good you are at tickling my feet!"

I watched as my mom's friend grabbed her other leg, and snatched a nearby feather of a seagull.

He teased her with the feather, and told her, "Oooohhh ... here comes the feather to tickle your foot. Tickle, tickle."

As soon as the feather touched my mom's foot, she laughed again with her amazing laugh, but she still didn't tell him to stop tickling her. I could see that she enjoyed having her feet tickled, and her friend enjoyed tickling them.

The harder he tickled her feet, the more she raged against him like a fish out of water.

In a childish voice that was obviously part of their tickling game, he asked, "Who wants Grandma cooked porridge on her foot?"

"I want Grandma cooked porridge on my foot," she gleefully answered in the same kind of childish voice.

He says, "This is the video of the tickling 'Grandma cooked porridge.' My mom and actress have about the same laugh."

Gently twisting her middle toe, he sang, "Grandma cooked hot and sweet porridge."

"And Galit is not left," he sang as he folded his little finger onto her sole.

Then he made a walking movement with his fingers from the heel of her foot up to her knee, and then back down to her foot again.

"Halacha, halacha, halacha, halacha, halacha," he sang. "Tickle, tickle, coochie, coochie, cooooo!"

Note: "Halacha is the collective body of Jewish religious laws which is derived from the written and Oral Torah."

Then he grabbed her other foot, but this time she did the same singing as he had done. I found this tickling game of theirs very arousing, especially when he put her foot into his mouth, and sucked each one of her toes while holding onto her other foot.

After a while, he opened the bag that he had taken with him, and said to her, "Let's see what's here to tickle you."

He took out the pair of hairbrushes that she had brought with us, and waved them in the air.

He sat on the back of her legs to hold them in place, and began to mercilessly tickled the soles of both of her feet at the same time.

I could see that the tickling was almost too much for her to stand, but I could also see that she was really getting off on being tickled so hard, and without any mercy. When he stopped, she was panting heavily. He gave her some water to drink, and she sat up, probably thinking that it was over.

But then he started tickling her belly, and waist. When he got hard, he motioned for her to sit on his cock. Instead, she paused, and worried that I'd see what was going on, and be confused, and that maybe I'd be unhappy about having a mother who really enjoyed being tickled.

I told myself that I was really happy because I was, but I didn't want to interrupt what was going on.

Her friend and colleague then raised her hands to place them behind his head, and he said to her, "Don't worry. This will be our secret."

Then he gently started tickling her from the palm of her hands to her armpits. When he started tickling her armpits more aggressively, she literally fought not to lower her hands. It was clear that he enjoyed being tickled, and that it really turned her on. She jumped all over him with lust while he started blowing, kissing, and licking her armpits.

He started tickling her waist again before releasing her. Then he laid her face down, and grabbed her feet to worship them, which she clearly enjoy. I watched him lick her soles, and suck her toes until I shot my load while playing with myself.

After cleaning myself up the best that I could, I made some noises to let them know that somebody was approaching, and they quickly sat up before I had rounded the rock where they could see me. They acted as if nothing had happened, and I certainly didn't tell them what I had seen.

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