When I got home, I was met with a sight that took me back to my childhood. I'm a twenty-year-old college student and have really grown a lot during high school and college. I started working out and lifting regularly. I was always a tall guy 6'4", but was really skinny. Then I started lifting and that's when things started happening. I was very muscular and strong. However, when I saw who was at my mother's house, I was instantly afraid for just a second.
Cathy my old babysitter was there watching my sister. She is old ten, my sister, not Cathy. But what really scared me was that Cathy's daughter, Susie was there also. Susie was mean. At least when I was younger, she was. Susie used to tickle me a lot. Then her mother caught her tickling me one time and instead of telling her to stop, she helped Susie tickle me. One time they tickled me until I peed my pants. As if that wasn't bad enough, Cathy insisted that I strip my pants and underwear off so she could wash them. I was really embarrassed.
So, the reason Brooklyn, my sister and I are ten years apart is because she was a surprise. We actually got along great and ever since my father died, two years ago, I come home as often as I can to hang out and spend time with her. She's a really great kid. The good thing about my father dying was that he left my mother a ton of money, which she invested wisely and grew into even more money. So much in fact that neither Brooklyn or I would ever have to work if we didn't want to. But that's not what our mother wanted. We would both go to college and get a job even if it was just helping run the many businesses she had started.
"Oh my God, Chuck is that you?" Cathy asked.
"Hi Cathy," I said. "Hey, Susie," I added as an afterthought.
"Skinny Chucky, not so skinny anymore huh?" Susie said.
"Well, I started working out in high school and college," I said.
Both Susie and Cathy were on the heavy side. That's how they were able to hold me and tickle torture me. I'm not sure what Cathy's husband did for a living but apparently, he made enough for her not to work. Not that she would even if she had to. Susie was my age, but not in college as far as I knew. They were both lazy and like I said could be mean. They both had blonde hair. Susie's was a little bit longer than her mom's. They also both had big boobs and it didn't look like either one of them was wearing a bra. The fact that they lived in a trailer park finished out the stereotype.
"Well, nice to see you," I lied, and headed to my room. I checked on Brooklyn first and she was sound asleep. That kid could sleep through an earthquake. Then, I went to my room and got some studying done. After awhile I went to get a snack. I was surprised to see Cathy and Susie still here.
"You guys don't need to stay until my mom gets home. I'm here for the weekend," I said.
"Oh, that's okay. I need to talk to your mom anyway," Cathy said unconvincingly.
"Say, Chuck," Susie said in a sing-song voice. "Can you come rub my feet. My mother isn't very good at it," she said.
"I really don't feel comfortable doing that," I replied.
"Come on, please?" she begged. "Ill rub your feet in return."
"Fine," I agreed. I did that for two reasons. The first was that a foot massage sounded good and second was that maybe I could exact some revenge for all the times Susie tickled me. Now that I'm bigger and stronger I figured nothing could happen to me, boy, was I wrong about that.
As soon as I sat down, Susie put her feet in my lap. They stank to high heaven. As I rubbed one foot, Susie kept rubbing the other one on my balls and inner thighs. Just as I was ready to tickle Susie's feet, Cathy said, "My turn,"
Before I knew it, Cathy's feet were in my lap. I rubbed her feet, one at a time. Then after I rubbed them both, I locked my arm around her feet and started to tickle them. Cathy burst out laughing and squirming. Her whole body was shaking though, including her big boobs.
"Susie, help me," Cathy shouted. Before I knew it both mother and daughter had me stripped to my underwear and tied to the coffee table. Then they each grabbed a foot and went to town.
I laughed and thrashed just like I had when I was a kid. Then Cathy left and came back with a few things. I saw two hairbrushes, two electric toothbrushes and two feathers. This did not bode well for me I thought. Hopefully my mother would be home soon. That was my only saving grace.
Their fingers on my feet were bad, the hairbrushes were Hella worse. Then, Cathy went to tickle my armpits, while Susie stayed on foot duty. Cathy used one of the toothbrushes on my nipples. It was a weird sensation, but it felt kind of good.
"Susie, I wonder if we can make him pee himself again like we did that one time," Cathy asked.
They both laughed and intensified their tickling. Cathy had moved the toothbrush to my bellybutton.
"Hey mom, I think Chuck likes being tickled," Susie said, pointing to my crotch.
I looked down and to my horror, saw that my cock had grown and was poking out of my underwear.
"Does little Chucky-wucky like being tickled?" Cathy asked.
Susie grabbed a feather and tickled the head of my cock which was poking out of my shorts.
"Wait, I have an idea," Cathy said and left me alone with her evil daughter again. She soon returned with a pair of scissors and off came my underwear.
My big cock sprang up and hovered above my stomach.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Cathy said.
"What the fuck, Chuck? Susie asked. "His cock is bigger than Daddy's.
"And bigger than your boyfriends too," Cathy added.
'Oh my God,' I thought. 'These two women are psychotic.'
"Let's see if we can make him come," Cathy suggested. "You tickle his cock and I'll tickle his balls."
"Okay," Susie said, laughing.
Soon, they each had a feather and while Cathy tickled my shaved balls, Susie went to work on my cock. She ran the feather un and down my shaft and then circled the head. Every now and then she'd lean in and blow her breath on my cock. He mother did the same to my balls. They had done this before. They were too coordinated. It felt great, but wasn't making me come.
