My name is Sally and a while ago, my son, Josh and his friends, Andrew, Joey and his girlfriend Tina, all ganged up and tickled me and did other things no teenagers should ever do, to a woman in her 40's not to mention a son to his mother. In all fairness I did lose the bet, but this time was going to be different. I'd win and I'd make fools of them. I'd get my revenge and strip them naked and tickle and spank them and ride them like horses.
Anyway, now it was the playoffs and the team I pickled couldn't lose. No way. They were ranked number one and had the best players. So confident was I that I gathered a bunch of "tickle" devices and put them in a covered basket next to the couch.
"Okay, guys before the game starts, let's make another bet," I announced to the group.
They all looked up. Tina was back in her slutty cheerleading outfit and the guys were dressed in basketball shorts and T-shirts.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Mom?" Josh asked. "I mean it didn't exactly work out well for you last time."
The other three laughed and Tina wiggled her fingers in a tickling motion.
"I'm positive," I said. In fact, let's go double or nothing," I stated.
"Double or nothing?" Joey asked.
"You guys tickled me and did other stuff for about two hours last time. This time let's make it four hours. Only I'll be dishing out the tickles and spanks, not you. I even brought some items to torture you with."
"Okay, Mom if you say so," Josh said and we shook hands.
The game was neck and neck. Each team had scored points. However, at halftime, my team was up by two touchdowns. I felt really good. My nipples were hard, and my pussy was moist. I was so going to enjoy torturing these punks.
I was going to make all three boys, even my son, lick my pussy to orgasm. Then I'd make that slut, Tina, lick my asshole.
Then disaster struck. One of my team's key players got hurt. He was out of the game and the rest of the team sort of gave up. My team lost.