my moms tickle torture

Tickle Torture

My mom works very seriously in a company and travels often. She never wanted to take me with her even though I kept asking her to. When I was 10 she was 35 and that was the first time she took me on a business trip with her. Her colleague with her son and their boss (female) went with us. We went to Spain. We were in a hotel that is further from the city center but very close to the coast. My mom and her colleague were constantly going with the boss to do something while I was hanging out with the son of my mom’s colleague. His name is David. He was 8 years old then, and his mom was 31. One day David and I did a lot of damage to the hotel. We accidentally placed, a glass table, some paintings and vases. We didn't want to admit that we did it, so in the end, the boss had to pay all the damage. She was very angry. It happened in the morning. That day, around 5 o'clock, our parents went somewhere with their boss, as always. This time they were gone for a long time and did not respond. Around half past seven we decided to look for them nearby. We found them quickly. They were on some wild sandy beach where there was no one but them. Our moms were buried in the sand so that only their feet and heads protruded. We hid in some confusion nearby to hear what they were saying. We came at the right time. Our moms looked very scared and confused because they didn’t know what was going on. They asked the boss where she was and why she left them buried. She replied that she would now have to serve her sentence and that she was to procure some things. They asked her what punishment. Nothing was clear to them. The boss told them about the event from the day before. She didn't hesitate much, she immediately knelt in front of their legs and started tickling them. It hit their weakness. David then told me that his mom was very ticklish especially on her soles and that it was the only thing he couldn’t stand. The same thing is with my mom. Their boss knew what she was doing and found the most ticklish points for them. With David's mom, it was the bows and she was especially sensitive to the hairbrush, and with my mom, it was the toes, under and between them. She was especially tickled by some sticks that made her look like big toothpicks. Our moms begged her to stop as they screamed with laughter, but she tickled them heartlessly. Not a single nice word helped. They soon began to sob. When they were completely broken, only then did she let them go, threatening that it would be much worse if anything happened again. When we came back from the trip our moms quit and changed jobs now working in a normal firm and this event is just a thing of the past