Mom Loves To Be Tickled

Trish is a 40 year old mom, very beautiful. Single mom to a beautiful daughter. She had everything she wanted. However something in the past year or two had been off and she felt sad and frustrated. Her job was a pain, dealing with customers on a regular basis and her fellow coworkers and even though this was in the past still thinking about her husband passing away a little bit before Sam was born still pained her, she didn't know why she was thinking about this after all these years. She pulled up to her driveway, she gave a loud sigh "What a day."

She got out of her car and went inside.  She yelled out "I'm home." Trish unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, placing a hand on her head as she headed toward the kitchen. She placed her purse on the table and sat down.

"Yeah mom I'll be right there!" Sam yelled out. Trish slightly turned her head toward where she heard her daughter. Trish smiled when she saw her, her messed up brown hair, tank top and shorts. People often say they look like twins. Trish was wondering what people would think if they saw her daughter right now. "Hey mom." She kissed her mom on the cheek.

Trish gave a little smile, "Hey hon. Sorry I wasn't able to pick you up from school today."

Sam grabbed a chair and sat down. "No. No, that's OK mom. I know how busy work is, you never have to apologize. Besides, I'm older now, you don't have to worry about me."

Trish nearly cried, "Oh god. I know baby but, I. I don't know why I'm acting this way. I've been so emotional lately and I just feel bad, you know. Then thinking about your father."

Sam grabbed her mom's hand. "Mom, you are an amazing woman and I'm happy that you're my mother."

Holding back tears she squeezed her daughter's hand. "How did I get so lucky to have you."

Sam thought about it. "I don't know, like you said, just lucky I guess." They both laughed. Trish laid back stretching. "Why don't you go on the couch and relax mom."

"That sounds like a great idea." They both headed toward the couch. Sam sat down and Trish practically fell on the couch. "Oh my feet are killing me."

"Hah I bet, wearing those high heels, they would be killing me too. Take those off." Trish chuckled and took her heels off. "See isn't that better.

"It is."  Trish put her feet up on her daughter's lap. "Can you rub my feet hun."

Sam smiled. "Mom, I have never done this before, so don't expect it to be good."

Trish laughed. "That's fine sweety just, rub them, my feet have been killing me and I think this might mentally make me feel better."

Sam shrugged and began rubbing her mom's feet. "Alright, I warned you." Trish shook her head and smiled. Despite what her daughter said she was doing alright, Trish sighed, closed her eyes. "Yeah, that's much better. See you're doing fine." Sam smiled, her fingers kept pressing on her mom's feet. Switching from the top of her feet to the middle to the bottom.

Her eyes still closed, Trish felt relaxed, her troubles fading away but still in the back of her mind, rearing its ugly head. Just relax, Trish. However all those thought's left her mind, her eyes opened and a small smile began forming on her face. Unknowingly Trish didn't realise that Sam's nails were long and they scratched the soles of her feet. Smiling Trish gave out a small laugh. "Sa.. Samhahaha."

Sam looked at her mom and stopped. "Oh oops sorry, see I told you I was bad at this."

Trish is still giggling. She hadn't been tickled in years, she forgot how good it felt. "It's ok sweety. I kinda liked it."

Sam looked at her mom in confusion. "What?"

Trish laughed. "Yeah it felt pretty good."

Sam was still confused. "Really because I don't think I've heard about that. Also since when have you liked it, you never mentioned it."

Trish sat up a bit on the couch. "You never asked, haha. Also I haven't been tickled since." Trish began thinking, her thoughts went back to her mom tickling her feet with feathers when she was pregnant with Sam. "Wow since I was pregnant with you."

Sam turned her head and thought about what her mom said. "Say that again. Who tickled you?"

Trish smiled, her daughter was not going to believe this. "Your grandma was tickling me." Sam's face was priceless. Trish added, "And she used feathers."

Sam placed her hands on head. Shaking her head she asked, "Why would grandma do that. I mean she doesn't do that now." Sam began thinking again. "Or does she?"

Laughing Sam shook her head. "Well I don't think so, at least she hasn't tickled me and as far as why it was whatever excuse was to tickle me. Since I was pregnant I was an easy target because every time I lay on the couch or sit down I could barely get up so she would often tickle me like that. Also I guess her excuse was that she needed to make sure that you came out happy. But that was just one of her many excuses just to tickle me."

Sam nodded her head,  "Alright. So the way you're making it sound is that she would tickle you all the time. Did she do this to you even before you had me."

"Oh yeah, almost everyday. Actually it was everyday when I lived with both of your grandparents when I was younger. But once I went to college and got my job it wasn't as frequent."Trish saw that Sam was still confused, she sat upright and moved closer to her daughter. "This all sounds freaky right."

"Um yeah, mom with feathers. What the hell, also a lot of information you're putting on me right now."

Trish laughed, "I know sweetie I'm sorry, but you asked and I figured it wouldn't be a big deal if I told you. As far as why feathers, well I like those the most and they really tickle."

Sam looked at her mom with confusion again. "Ok this is too weird. You like feathers and like to be tickled or used too. Grandma used to tickle you all the time?"

Trish shook her head, "Yes that's all correct."

"What about aunt Kim? Did she get tickled too?"

Trish smiled, "Yes her too. Just the same amount and we would tickle each other."

All of this was weird to Sam. To find out her mom had a secret like this, tickling isn't bad, it's normal for families. But this sounded freaky. However despite that she was still curious.

"So what happened, why did the tickling with the family stop. You haven't tickled me and I haven't tickled you ever. Was it because of dad dying."

Trish sighed, she figured she was gonna bring that up. "Yes it's because of that. I.. I got so depressed that I didn't want to talk to anyone for the longest time. Then I had you and I had to work double time. Also we moved so far from your grandma and aunt Kim that we just kinda went our separate ways. I mean obviously we're still close but not the way it use to be."

Sam saw that mom was saddened by this and felt guilty for bringing it up. "I'm sorry mom.

"No.. no don't be, it's not your fault ok."

Sam smiled, "Ok mom."

Trish hugged Sam and gave a big squeeze "I love you."

"I love you mom." Both mother and daughter smiled at each other. "So despite all that weird stuff you said earlier." Trish rolled her eyes and gave a small laugh. "We were in the middle of something."

Trish nodded, "That's right you were in the middle of tickling my feet."

"Yeah sorry about that."

"Don't be, like I said, I like my feet to be tickled." She brought her feet back up on her daughter's lap."

Sam is not sure what to do next. "You.. you want me to tickle you now."

"Yeah.. I haven't been tickled in a long time. I miss it and I think this will work much better to relax me."

"Well ok."

Hearing the hesitation in her daughter's voice, she realized that she might have told her too much too soon and freaked her out. "Honey you don't have to tickle me, you can go back to rubbing my feet if you want."

Thinking to herself, Sam placed her hands on her mom's feet. "No, if you say that tickling will make you feel better than I'll tickle you."

"Aww.. thanks hun."

"Yeah... just um... well stupid question, how do I do that."

Trish laughed. "No, that's not a stupid question. Um, just give them a scratch, like you did before."

Nodding "Ok so just scratching." Placing her hands up. "Like this?" She wiggled her index fingers.

"Yeah you could do that." Trish began to think. "Or just place the nails of your index fingers on both feet and very slowly scratch up and make your way down, then repeat."

Sam nodded. "Oh so start slow."

"Yeah exactly hun." Sam nodded again. She placed her fingers close to her mother's feet. Trish's toes wiggled in anticipation. Her daughter's fingers finally touched her feet and very slowly went up her feet. Trish's lips formed a tiny smile, she pressed her lips holding her laughter. Her daughter's fingers slowly went back down her feet and back up. "Mhmhmhmhmhmhm.." Trish put her hand to her mouth and with the other grabbed the couch.

Looking at her mom, Sam couldn't believe that she was that ticklish. I'm barely doing anything. "Mom, does it really tickle that much?"

Both hands grabbing onto the couch, Trish nods her head "Ye....hehehe...yeheheheh.....yes....hehehehehe." The smile on her face grew, her teeth starting to show.

"So I'm doing it right?"

Barely able to contain her laughter, Trish's smile grew to its limit. Her teeth showing and one eye opened she answered her daughter. "Yohahahah.....your duhahahah...duhhahahahah... doooooing ghuhuhihih great....hahahah.

"Well ok. Just let me know when to stop." Sam continued the slow tickling for a few more minutes.

Trish suddenly raised her hands. "Stohohohp....stop....!" Sam, startled by her moms outburst, quickly stopped. Trish still had a big smile on her face. "Hehehe... that was great...phew." Looking at her daughter. "I almost lost it...hehehe."

Sam smiled. "I haven't heard you laugh like that in a long time mom. This seemed to have worked. You're looking better."

It had worked, Trish had felt better not completely but it was a start. She thought back long ago in her youth when she was tickled like that. She was laying on the couch at her parents house. However she was blindfolded, her whole body except for her head, hands and her bare soles were covered in a sleeping bag. All Trish could do was give a big toothy grin as her mom slowly raked her nails up and down her feet.

Trish coud her mother's voice echoing in her head. "Coochie.....coochie.....coo. Ahh, who's mommy's good girl?"

She was barely able to speak. "Heheeh.....memhehehehe..meheheheh...me. I.I..Ihihihih I'm mo...mommy's good girl....hehehehehe."

Trish's mom smiled. "Yes you are and for being such a good girl you deserve a treat." She stopped the tickling. Moving to a bag next to her. The smile on Trish's face was still there. She was breathing heavy giving a few giggles in between, still feeling the tickles on her feet. The next few moments were a blur for Trish all she could remember was laughing and more laughing.

"Mom what's up, what are you thinking about?"

"Mehehehehem...Oh I'll tell you later."