Daughter Loves to be Tickled Pt. 03

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Breathing heavily, a tiny smile spread across her face as she anticipated the brush on her foot. She couldn’t see it but could imagine her mom’s devilish smile and holding a giant paint brush.

Holding the brush with the tip of fingers and an inch from her daughter’s toes, she it swayed back and forth. “Hmmm… you look so cute with that smile honey. Its like you can feel the brush on your toes already.”

Shocked, she tilted her head up as if to look at her mom, as if she would be able to look through her blindfold at her mom. Her smile grew larger. “Hmmmmhmhmhm…wahahaiahait… mo…mom…Mhmhmhmh…no…nohohot…yhe tohohos…ahahahagahahahain….”

“Why not they look so cute. Look at them moving as if trying to get away.” She continued swaying the brush back and forth. “Curious, I wonder what will happen if I moved it just a little closer like this.” The brush made contact with her toes as it swayed right to left. It hit the tips of her toes,, however since Liz was holding the brush on the tips of her fingers there wasn’t much force in the strokes, however this did manage to get a giggle out of Trish.

“Hehehehe… Come onononon… really…hehehehehe.”

Liz shook her head, “Darn, was hoping to get more of a reaction out of you doing it this way. Oh well lesson learned, let’s get back to business.” She grabbed her daughters toes and grabbed a better hold of the brush. Liz moved the paintbrush left and right very slowly.

“Ohohohohoh….Ohohohohoh…..shit…shit….Hehehehehehahahahahaha….shit….shit…Hahahaha…” Her toes wiggled faster at the touch of the brush, Trish shook her head left and right then leaned her head back farther into the couch and kept laughing. Smiling to herself, enjoying her daughters laughter. Liz kept the paint brush at a steady pace, the brush engulfed all of Trish’s toes. Liz moved the brush slowly left to right and would change directions. Not laughing as hard as when her foot had been tickled by the small brush and since Liz can’t get a good handle on tickling her daughters toes with this new brush.

“Hehehehehahahaha….mohohohohom….plehehehehese..hahahahaha.”

Getting frustrated not getting the ticklish response with her daughters toes, she decides to change things up. “What was that sweety, please mommy tickle my… She stops tickling on her daughters toes. Trish stopped laughing, then she let out a loud “EEP!” As her mom placed the brush on her foot. Trish moved the brush really slow up and down her foot. “Big soft foot.”

“Hahahahahahahaha….Ohohohohohoh….Cut…ihihihiht….ouhohohoht……Hahahahahaha!!!”

“What cut it out, but you asked me to tickle your foot?” Liz giggled as she teased Trish. Behind the blindfold Trish’s eyes were wigging out. Laughing out loud with her tongue hanging out, drool getting everywhere. “Plus this brush wasn’t working well at cleaning your toes, but really glad it’s working on your foot.”

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Liz made sure to move the brush as slowly as possible to make sure her daughter felt ever bristel as the large paint brush covered every inch of her foot. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

After a few moments Liz changed the rate of speed of the brush and began going quickly up and down her daughters foot. Trish continued her hysterical laughter. She then switched the brush right to left across her foot and then switched back and forth directions. Trish began cackling, her head shaking left to right, her legs moving in the bag. Liz not stopping the brush, she held onto her daughters legs. “Don’t worry sweety mommy’s got you. I almost dropped you.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-OHOHOHOHOHOHOH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Liz giggled to herself and continued her tickle experiment on her daughter’s foot. “Oh Trish my love were gonna be here for awhile…hahahaha.”

Kimberly came out of her car and gave out a loud sigh. “Thank God I’m home.” She took her headphones out of her pocket and put them in her phone and put her earbuds on. “Bowie, help me out here.” Her eyes closed as soon as she heard Life from Mars. She gave another sigh, turned around to get her backpack and closed the door. She placed the phone in her pocket, mouthing the words of the song and walked towards the door. Kim is two years younger than Trish. She wore a black David Bowie shirt, jeans and had short brown hair. She made her way to the front door. Kim bopped her head, she could hear muffling through her earbuds. She paused as she slowly closed the door behind her. Rolling her eyes she could only think of two things it could be. She took one earbud out and heard laughter. casibom “Yup just as I thought.” She took the other earbuds out and put them in her pocket.

She walked toward the dining table and placed her backpack on the chair and made her way to the family room. The laughter grew louder, she recognized it and shook her head. Turning around the corner she saw her mom sitting on the arm rest of the couch, a big paintbrush in her hand brushing Trish’s foot with it. Her mom had a smile on her face and had Trish’s foot in a tight arm lock,while Trish was laughing up a storm. Kim sighed, “Of course.”

Liz looked up for a moment and saw Kim, ” Honey your home!!” Liz stopped what she was doing, letting go of the paint brush and pounced on her daughter giving her a big hug. Kim gasped for air, Trish did the same but for different reasons.

“Yeah mom… Um could you take it easy.”

“Oh… sorry honey.” She laughed to herself as she loosened her grip on her daughter but kept her hands on her arms. “Sweety your home later than I thought you would be. I thought you said your tutoring wasn’t going to take that long.”

Trish finally calming down just laid there silently shaking her head. “Mom I sent you a text that I was going to be late.” Kim looked over her mom’s arm and looked at Trish and smiled. “But it looks like you might’ve been too busy to look at your phone. Ha ha.”

“Oh…Ha ha…ha…so funny. You know sis, you really should do stand-up because you’re so freaking funny.” Kim smiled and got closer to her sister while Liz put her hands on her hips and shook her head at Trish.

“Well nice to see you too.” Kim looked over Trish’s situation. “By the way how did you end up in a sleeping bag.”

“Well mom tricked me.”

“Oh she did, funny how she tricks you all the time.” Kim looked at her sister’s feet and got closer, slowly moving her hand closer to her sister’s right foot.

Trish pressed her lips, if she wasn’t in the bag she would kill Kim. She forced a smile, “You know sis, we could team up and take down mom together. I mean later on she is going to do this to you, so get me out of this and we could tickle her and take her out early.”

Kim rolled her eyes, “Yeah and then you will trick me and start tickling me.”

“What? No sis I won’t do that.”

“You did that last time.”

“I won’t do that this time.”

Kim’s eyes went back down to her sister’s foot, she took her finger and slowly dragged it up her foot.

Trish’s body tightened and the goofy grin came back. A loud laugh came out, her foot had become super sensitive with her moms testing this made her foot extra ticklish. “OHOHOHO…HAHAHAHAHAAH…Kim…HAHAHAHAHA….”

A devilish smile went across Kim’s face. “What, I couldn’t help it sis. Your foot was right there begging me to tickle it.” She began slowly scratching the middle of her sister’s foot, forcing a loud cackle from Trish. “Besides I need to get you back from this morning.” Trish is thinking really hard about what happened this morning despite the tickling. Liz often had to go in for work early so it was Trish’s job to get herself and her sister ready for school. Trish earlier and almost every day took advantage and woke up her sister with tickling. Often for twenty minutes. Liz knew about this and was disappointed about this, for the fact that she couldn’t join in and possibly get both of her daughters and tickling four sensitive ticklish feet. Which on some of her days off she would often do it.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”

Kim continued scratching her sister’s foot then went back to slowly stroking her sole. During this time Liz had taken out her phone and looked through her daughter’s message. “Sorry hon, I just saw your text right now. So you ended up going to Monica’s house.”

Liz moved closer to Trish’s other foot and began scratching it like Kim was scratching the left.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!”

“Yeah, long story. My teacher was helping me out for a few hours. But then Mon needed my help with homework and that went on for too long.”

“Ahh.., that wouldn’t have anything to do with both of you messing around or where you two busy having some laughs.”

They both continued scratching Trish’s feet but paying no attention to her. “Mom, this time we were actually studying. It was just that Mon was having a hard time understanding the material.” Kim was a little disappointed that the entire time was used for studying instead of hanging out with her friend, but Monica really needed her help. Next time Casibom slot oyunları she’ll have to reward her for studying so hard.

“Ok.” A smile went across her face. “Also how is her mom?” Sonya and Liz had become good friends when Kim and Monica had become friends in Kindergarten. Sonya had become Liz’z tickle buddy and gone in for what Liz called tickle therapy for the past few years. Often Liz’s daughters would often hear laughter coming from their mom’s room. They would take turns at each other’s house.

Giving her mom a look. “She’s fine mom and no we weren’t able to hang out with her either.” Liz was a little disappointed but moved on to another topic. “Did the tutoring work, for both you and Monica?”

“I think so, I want to tutor her next week and I feel that Mrs. Taylor helped me out a lot.” Liz shook her head, a look of concern came across her face.

“Sweety it’s close to nine, you have been gone for hours studying. Don’t push yourself too hard. I don’t want you to kill yourself just to get a grade.”

Kim shook her head and smiled, she loved how much her mom cared for her and her sister. “Your right mom, sorry.”

Liz gave a heartwarming smile, meanwhile Trish was laughing her ass off in the background. “It’s ok dear, I know how important your studies are to you, it’s just… your mom worries too much sometimes.”

Kim smiled, “I know mom. Well changing the subject, what exactly were you doing to Trish.”

They both turned their head toward Trish, her face went back to the way it was before. Laughing with her tongue sticking out to the side. “Well, I was testing out some new brushes and seeing which one was better.”

Kim turned her head back at her mom, “Oh… You were saying that you and dad wanted to repaint the house.”

“Yes and I needed to make sure that these brushes were perfectly functional and which has the best strokes and just in case I wanted to play with you guys.” Kim rolled her eyes, “Make sure that the brushes don’t hurt you guys and um… other stuff.”

“Wow… that almost sounded convincing mom.”

Pressing her lips and giving Kim a look like she was still a little girl. “Excuse me young lady, but your mom here never lies to you.”

Kim giggled realizing that her mom was getting angry. “Uh Huh… you just exaggerate.”

Liz wanted to be angry but realized she couldn’t, due to the fact that her daughter was right. “Well alright fine, yes I might exaggerate a lot of things. But it’s all in good fun.”

She laughed this time, “Well you got me there and mom I never said you lied, I just said that you sounded convincing.”

Liz giggled, “Ok sorry, you know your mom overreacts.” They both laughed, meanwhile Trish is cackling like a mad woman.

They looked at Trish, “Well it looks like Trish is going mad.”

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-.OHOHOHOHOHOH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Yup.” Liz looked at Kim. “Want to join me, I could use some help. Or I could use another pair of feet to help me test out these brushes.” Liz points behind toward the closest. “I have another sleeping bag just for you honey.”

Thinking about what her mom said put a smile on her face and her feet shuffled as she felt tingling sensations on them. “Hmhmh…I..Ihihi…can’t unfortunately. Sthihihhl need to study.”

Liz stopped tickling Trish. “Again. You just studied for half the day, plus it’s already late. Go and relax.”

Kim stopped as well. “You know me mom, I don’t feel comfortable until I’m sure I get the material down. Plus I’m only gonna study for a half an hour then go to bed. Also you’re complaining that it’s too late for me to study and yet you wanted me to get in a sleeping bag like Trish and tickle me.”

Liz raises her hands up in exaggeration. “I was only going to tickle you for thirty minuets. Plus I was almost done with your sister, so it wasn’t going to be for that long. We would’ve continued the next day.” She made claw motions with her hands in front of her daughter smiling. “Then mommy would have four wonderful, big ticklish feet to play with.”

Kim pressed her lips and tried to hold in laugh while her lips curled up in a tiny smile. Her toes wiggled in her shoes, “Ooohohoho…I’m su…hehehehe… sure that you will get yohohohohur…c…chance…. Some other day.”

Liz looked really disappointed, but she kept up her peppy demeanor. “Alright fine.” She went in and hugged her daughter and kissed her on her cheek. Kim did the same. “Have a good night hon.”

Kim smiled, “You too Casibom hakkında mom.” She turned around and started to walk away, she stopped and looked at Trish. “Have a good night sis.” Trish had the biggest grin on her face, she didn’t say a word. Kim took her nail and slowly went up her sister’s foot. Trish laughed out loud. Kim then did a tiny scratch in the middle of her sister’s foot. Her laughter rose up. “Hopefully you make the right decision Trish.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Kim stopped and walked away. She wanted to stay but she knew that she would have her sister to herself tomorrow. She would be exhausted tomorrow because of this. Kim smiled thinking about the different ways she would tickle her sister. For now there were more important things to worry about.Liz shook her head and smiled. “Your sister can have a real mean streak in her.” She then knelt down, grabbed her daughter’s left ankle. Trish gave a loud giggle. “Now where did we leave off?” She put her finger to her chin. “Ah! I remember.” Liz grabbed the big paint brush, while she was bringing the brush up she looked at her daughters other foot and smiled. Liz did two quick strokes on the other foot.

“HAHAHAHA!”

“Sorry sweety, I couldn’t resist.”

“Ah…hahaha…ah…ah…hahahaha.”

Bringing the brush an inch from her daughter’s left foot. “Hmmm… look at that foot.” Trish’s foot didn’t move, neither did her toes or her whole body. Liz had a devilish smile, her smile grew as she saw Trish’s face. Her face resembled what her mom saw before in the past. Trish had a big toothy grin, her tongue sticking out with a long string of drool hanging from her tongue. She was ready, Liz licked her lips and looked back at her daughter’s foot. The brush went lower an inch from the heel of her daughter’s foot, she then brought it on her foot. Trish shook, then Liz very slowly took the brush up to the ball of her daughter’s foot.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Her laugh was loud enough to be heard upstairs that Kim had to put on headphones in order to drown out her sister.

“Hmmm…Such a soft, lovely foot.” Liz brought the brush up to her daughter’s toes, which brought Trish’s laughter up.

” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Liz then took the brush in the opposite direction. Trish’s laughter turned to cackling, Liz brought her face closer to her foot as she brought the brush back in the opposite direction. “This is working much better than last time, however I feel it’s because of the amount of tickling that mommy has been giving you.” She faced her daughter. “What do you think sweety?”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!”

“I knew it,that means that this is not having the effect that I want.” Liz was about to put the brush down but saw her daughters other foot. “Hmmm… you know I never did try this on your other foot, I mean not as fully as did on this one.” She did a little scratch on her daughter’s foot. She laughed but not as hard as when her mom used the brush. Liz held onto her daughter’s ankle and proceeded to brush Trish’s foot.

Trish banged her fist and head on the couch. “HOHOHOHOHHOHO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”

“I know, I know sweety. Mommy is sorry for not using this brush on this foot sooner, but you know I’m very forgetful.” The brush moved up her foot then down.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”

It zig zagged all over her foot, Liz made sure it covered all of her daughters’ sole. “Just a little bit longer sweety, then mommy will get to use both brushes. Then we will make our choice on which one.” Liz slowed down the brushing of her daughter’s foot, going back down and then back up. “If you’re going crazy with just this one brush I can’t wait to use both haha.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

The couch moved slightly with every banging that Trish made on the couch. Surprisingly to Liz, Trish wasn’t falling off the couch like last time. If that did happen Liz had some rope to hold her daughter for a while. Liz switched up again and did more zig zags, she went to the sides of her foot, to the ball and arch. Liz finally stopped. “Alright, now let’s get back to that little brush.”

Trish continued to laugh, her laughter wasn’t as insane as when her mother had the brush to her foot. “WOHOHOHOHOHOHOH-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”

Looking at her daughter nothing of her facial expression changed except now that she was laughing more. “Oh… Is somebody enjoying this too much.” The only response she got from her daughter was laughter. “Looks like it, alright let’s get back to that other foot because this other tootsie had never gotten a taste of this tiny little brush.” Liz brought the brush to the arch of her daughter’s foot and started doing tiny little circles. This raised the volume of her daughter’s laugh backup to where it was the last time she used the tiny brush. “Oh it looks like this foot loves this tiny brush like the other.”