***This is a story which earlier this year I had submitted to another website made specifically for such stories. However, I have revised the ending of the tale from its original state to something which I am much happier with. I have been a reader of Literotica.com for some months now, and have for a long time wanted to start sharing stories and fantasies of my own, and so I decided to share this one first.
The following work is purely fiction, all characters being over the age of 18. Hope that everyone enjoys, please feel free to leave comments, constructive criticism, and suggestions for future stories you might like to read.***
I had just gotten home from work when I saw mom by the pool. It was the middle of the afternoon and I had just finished up with my summer job doing yard work, and after spending all day outside, I needed a shower. As I walked to the back door of the house, I noticed that mom was laying by our backyard pool, drying off in the sun, and when I saw her I nearly froze up.
She was siting upright and leaning back a little, her arms behind her balancing her. Her one leg was straight out in front of her on the patio, the other bent up at the knee. Her shoulder-length dark red hair was shining in the sunlight, and I could see that her legs were wet and glistening.
She was also wearing my favorite swimsuit of hers: the yellow one with the pink floral pattern. My mother is an incredibly beautiful and well-figured woman, especially for a woman in her mid 40's, her body is wonderful, and that particular swimsuit definitely showed that. It was cut low in the front, allowing a fantastic view of cleavage, and was open all the way down the back right to the very top of her ass. It hugged her body in all the right places.
I had always had a secret desire to grab my mother and tickle her like crazy and playfully feel my hands all over her wonderful body. It had just always seemed like it would be something fun to do. I remembered back to when I was a little kid, how I would sit in my mom's lap, and when it was just the two of us, I would tickle her neck and make her giggle. I always got a kick out of making my mom giggle from tickling when I was little, and very soon I found the perfect technique of tickling her neck so that she giggled like crazy! As I grew up, this game slowly stopped, but my desire to tickle my mother did not. Also, as I got older, I had desires to tickle her not just on the neck, but to rub my fingers around her belly button and her legs, to see how much I could get her giggling that way.
Of course, I never confessed this desire to her or to anyone else. But seeing her sitting by the pool that afternoon, looking like a goddess with her shimmering hair and her glistening legs, that tickle-perfect body snug in a swimsuit, I knew that this was the day. my dad worked late nights during the summer, he wouldn't be home until 10:30 at the earliest, and I don't have any siblings to worry about. Conditions were perfect. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to make my mother my tickle prisoner!
Quickly, I ran upstairs and got in the shower. I had to be fast, since I knew that my mom would be done sunning herself soon and would be inside to change out of her swimsuit, and that wouldn't do for my plan. I quickly showered and then waited for the signal. I didn't have to wait long; mom was soon inside the house. As soon as I heard her open the backdoor to come in, I shut off the water and shot out of the shower, putting my bathrobe on as I heard my mom walking up the stairs. Right after she passed the bathroom door, I opened it up and stepped out, walking calmly toward my room. My mom was heading to hers, but she turned around when she heard me get out of the bathroom.
She made with the usual conversation after I got home from work; asking how my day was, if everything had been alright, blah blah blah...
"Well sweetie, I'm just going to change out of this, and then I'll get dinner started, ok?"
"Ok" I said, and made to look like I was heading back to my room. But as soon as i saw my mom get inside the doorway to her room, I quickly turned around and ran back the hallway and stepped into her room behind her, and closed the door.
"Honey what are yo.." is all she got out before i had my hand over her mouth.
She started to make "MMmmpphh"-ing sounds, and she seemed like she was becoming panicked. She was just surprised at first, but in just a matter of seconds began to squirm around and tried to scream louder from under my hand. I realized that I had her frightened pretty bad, so i realized that I needed to show her that i was just having some innocent fun and that she wasn't in danger. with my one hand around her mouth, my other arm looped around her waist and began to prod her ribs. The tickling had begun!
Almost at once, she forgot about being panicked and began to laugh hysterically beneath my hand gag. I removed my hand covering her mouth so that i could hear her screams of delight. I moved this hand down to her sides as well, and began prodding her body around her ribs and tummy.
"OOHHH...ohh....Tyler! Stophaaaaahahaha...HAHAHATYLER!!!...STO..OOPPP!!! HEEHEEHAHAHA"
This was great! I then moved my hands back, to the back of her swimsuit she was still wearing, and began to tickle along the edge of the fabric along her naked back. I got my fingers underneath the material about and inch and began tickling her bare skin. Then I moved my hands back to her sides and, holding her around the waist, I pulled her onto my lap as I sat down on her bed. With one hand, I prodded and circled around her bellybutton, and with the other, I lightly began running my fingers up and down her thigh. My mom exploded into hysterics, she could barely say anything, she was laughing so hard. She kept trying to tell my to stop, please stop, but it was obvious that she was actually rather enjoying the whole experience and that saying such was merely instinctive.
