Just to See Her Smile
I love her smile. That's a weird thing to say about your best friend's mother, I know but it's true. She was the fun mom, the one everyone wants to hang out with. She was bubbly, she was happy, she was playful. She made you feel at home. She was a true joy to be around. She was also a MILF. Not only a MILF but an Indian MILF. You don't see that often in Indiana. She had wide womanly hips, massive breasts, long luscious brown hair. I say did but she still does. She's just not happy anymore.
She had a nasty divorce from her husband and he left. Her son, my best friend, Tai did too, No explanation, just left. Ever since she's been broken, crying, just not herself. I have to fix it. I have to make her happy again. You have a crush. Shut up. I know what will do it. I just hate having to do it. I knock on her door.
"Yes? Oh, Gregory it's you."
She actually lights up for a second.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course!"
She takes me to the couch and we sit down.
"How can I help you?" she asks.
"I want to help you. I know how sad you've been lately and I want to try and change that. Even if it is just a little."
"That's very sweet but ..."
"Can you tickle me?"
Her face beams. There it was. The thing I hated. I'm ticklish, you see, extremely ticklish. Every part of me is sensitive to it. Nothing ever got me laughing faster than Mrs. Chopra's hair. It's so fine that it's like a thousand fingers dancing across my skin at once. She knows it too. She discovered it when I was a little kid and tickled me with it whenever she could. Even as a teenager. She stopped half way through high school. That was two years ago. When the trouble in her marriage started.
"Yeah, let's do it! Take your shirt off!"
"WHAT?!"
"I need the full canvas to make my art."
"I don't..."
"Please," she begs, pouting so hard I have no hope of resistance.
"Fine."
I take my shirt off and lay on the couch. She shoves everything off the coffee table and lays a little pillow from the couch on it.
"Lay down."
Reluctantly I do just that. She yanks off her belt. Running to the closet she returns with three more.
"What are those for?"
She wraps them around my arms and legs, tying them to the legs of the table.
"What the hell?"
"Can't have you falling off, now can we?"
"I guess not."
She fuses with her hair letting it cascade down over her face.
"Ready?"
No.
"Yes."
She lets the little terrors fall onto my bare skin. It's instant. A light shock attacking my nerves. My body convulses. Tears start to form. This is going to be torture. She's ecstatic though. She begins sweeping them back and forth, back and forth across my chest. The shock becomes a full-on electric charge. My body begins to dance against my will. I try to hold it back but the laughter soon comes. She gasps with something close to... arousal? No, that can't be what I heard.
Faster and faster her hair goes. Wilder and wilder my body thrusts. Louder and louder and I laugh. She kicks off her shoes and jumps up onto the table, straddling me.
"What...?"
She begins shaking her hair wildly, seemingly losing all control. My body felt like it was on fire. She's panting heavily, sweating. She unbuttons her shirt to cool off. Each button reveals more of her large, creamy breasts in a silky black bra. Should I say something? Hell, can I say something? Soon the shirt is totally unbuttoned so she just shrugs it onto the floor. I gasp and not just from the tickling.
"I've wanted this for so long."
"You...have?" I pant.
She doesn't say another word. Instead, she digs her fingers into my sides. This is a fresh new hell. Where the hair was gentle, teasing even, these are rough, aggressive. They are predators looking for the tenderest of meats. Tears roll down my rosy cheeks as I laugh like a madman.
"I need more!"
"Wha...?"
She jumps off me, yanks off my socks and shoes, and tosses them aside like garbage.
"No," I weakly protest.
She leans down so her hair covers my stomach and swishes her head again. The torment returns. She digs her claws into my feet. I have never felt such torment before. Her fingers dance on my soles sending her cruel little jolts right to my soul. She's breathing heavier and heavier. She pulls off the rest of her clothes and begins fingering herself with one hand while ticking me with the other.
"What the fuck is going on?!"
She yanks my pants and underwear down. Her viscous little fingers migrate up and down my shaft and spin on my tip. It's too much.
"I'm going to cum!"
"Do it, baby! Do it for me!"
I exploded, staining my pants.
"Looks like someone's sleeping naked tonight."
"Wha...?" I ask exhausted.
"Do you know why my family left me?"
I shake my head no.
"I began paying hookers to let me tie them up and tickle fuck them. I felt so ashamed when they caught me. I cut myself off entirely. Did no good, they still left me. I haven't done this in nearly two years. It's been building up inside me for two years and it's about to come bursting out now. I hope you don't have plans for the next few days."
I contemplate my ticklish torturous situation. I can live with this as long as it makes her smile.
****
I Am Mistress Pam Tickle
"I'm kidnapping your son for a few hours."
"Alright, have fun you two."
Caleb backed his chair away from the table so fast he almost knocked it over.
"Sorry, that was harder than I meant it to be."
He smiled awkwardly and turned and hurried out of the hotel dinning room.
"Smooth," Pamela teased.
He just blushed. He did that a lot around her. He had since he was aware girls were girls. Pamela was the younger sister of his mother's best friend and the notorious flirt of the neighborhood. She would hug and kiss and tease all the boys of the neighborhood every chance she got. Given the relationship her sister had Caleb's mother he got it worst of all. Whenever his mother would visit, and drag him along, Pamela would drag him into her room. He'd spend the visit being hugged, held, kissed and teased. He loved every moment of it. So he was ecstatic when she showed up there.
His parents had convinced him to spend a whole weekend of his precious last summer before college at a resort for a little family bonding. All the neighbors were going. They had been wrong about their kids coming with them though. So he had spent Thursday night bored to death. Friday morning Pam arrived and caught him looking at bondage porn on his phone. Turned out she was into it too and offered to tie him up. He jumped at the chance. Then spent hours jumping in his binds as 'Mistress Pamtickle' as she called herself tortured his sensitive skin with her agile fingers. At least she had given him a little sexual release too at the end.
He had planned on seeing her again the next day but he didn't think she'd want to go again so soon. They had all been sitting down to a big breakfast when Pam announced to his parents that he was going with her to try out amenities. He knew he would be at her mercy for the rest of the day. He loved the very thought of it. So now there was, sitting naked on the edge of her bed. God he was so excited. He almost passed out when she stepped out of the bathroom.
Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like a fire fall. Green eyes burned with an intensity that both terrified and enraptured him. Her ample curves were on full display in a black corset and fishnets. His boner sprang to life like never before.
"What ... what is that?" he asked.
"I did tell you I was Mistress Pamtickle. Now let's get you into position. Did you ever sit Indian Style in school?"
