In this story I will tell you again my real experiences related to tickling. There have been really a lot of experiences related to this and I sincerely enjoy describing these events and remembering them. The first story happened when I was 7 years old and this story is ff / m and it is very short. I did not participate directly in it, but I observed what was happening. In this story, the main characters are my dad (he was 31 at the time), my mom, my aunt (dad’s sister). The story happened when I was kid grandparents in the village for that summer. There we have a huge yard with two houses, one smaller and one larger. Grandma and grandpa slept in the smaller one when we arrived in the evening, and we in the larger one. This larger house consists of two parts. The second part is at the very end and can only be entered from the outside. One night around 2pm I got up and went outside. Then I liked to stay awake for a long time at night and take a little walk around the yard at night. When I left the house I heard some sounds in that other part, like some laughter. When I got there I had something to see. My mom and aunt tickled my dad on the feet. He was tied to some board that was there. The two of them were not angry, and he begged them to stop, but it didn't seem like malicious torture to me. I watched that event for a while. My mom and aunt looked like professional ticklers. They tickled his big feet with their long nails. I honestly didn’t even imagine he was so ticklish and I don’t know if he is now at all. I didn't want to ask them anything then, nor the next day, but I was interested in what happened. After two days, I told my aunt what happened then, and she told me that there was a bet. As I expected it was nothing terrible. My next experience was also when I was little, I honestly don't remember how old I was. It also all happened when I was with my grandparents in the village. That's when I discovered that I was ticklish. At that time I was alone in the village, with one sister, an aunt and a cousin. One evening my aunt bathed me. And when she needed to wash my feet, she put a bath on them and started rubbing them. My feet are so ticklish that I couldn't stand it even though she didn't even plan to tickle me, but she had long nails then and every time she touched me I giggled. It was nice and sweet to her. The next morning we were supposed to go home early in the morning. She entered the room around 7 in the morning to wake me up, but I didn't get up until half past eight, and the bus left at eight and she had to wake me up quickly. One leg protruded from the blanket and she tickled my foot and I quickly pulled my leg into the blanket, she waited another two minutes for me to stretch out and fall asleep again and after a few minutes she grabbed my legs and started tickling my feet. immediately woke up and started laughing out loud. When I was younger my feet were extremely ticklish. I could bet that I was the most ticklish person in the world, literally every touch tickled me. Every time someone tickled me with a pen, I couldn't stand it, even though many ticklish people don't even react to the pen. My aunt tickled me until I woke up completely.
