My Mom the Tickling Dom

My Mom the Tickling Dom (f/f)

My name is Amy, I'm 19 years old and I live with my parents. I have a job, but I can't afford to move out. Rent is too high and wages are too low. I wondered how my parents ever afforded anything.

I was going through some old stuff when I found some letters. They were addressed to my mom. The first one was a formal business letter. It talked about an arrangement to have someone, tickled? The other letter also mentioned tickling. I had no idea what these were about and decided to go to my mom to ask.

"I was going through some things and I found these," I handed the letters over to my mother.

"These must have got mixed up with my other things. I thought I got rid of all these damn letters," she said looking at them.

"What are these letters about?"

She sighed, "My old job. People used to hire me to tickle them or others. I got a lot of my money from that job. Your father has a pretty good job now, but most of our money came from this."

"You never told me."

"I was hoping you never knew," she threw the letters away and went back to cleaning dishes.

I thought about what she said about the money, "Hey mom, how much were you paid for it?"

"It depended on the job, but generally it was very good pay."

I was getting an idea I wasn't sure my mom would like.

"Do you think I could do something like that?" I asked.

Mom stopped what she was doing and looked at me, "It's not an easy job. Do you think you can do a job like that? One where you must always be in control, always ready to tickle someone completely?"

"I think I can," I didn't know what I was getting into, but I was motivated by the money I could get.

Mom thought for a minute, "Okay, let me take you somewhere and show you something."

We got into the car and mom drove us into town. She lead me to an unmarked building. The inside looked like a normal doctors office. The woman at the front desk looked up from her computer.

"Do you have an appointment- Mistress Amanda!" she was surprised to see my mom.

"Hello Danielle, it's been a long time. I'm surprised you still work here." my mom said.

"I like it here, but it hasn't been the same since you left. What brings you back here?" Danielle asked.

"This is my daughter Amy, she's taken an interest in the job."

"Nice to meet you Amy. You look just as beautiful as your mother."

"Thank you."

"Are any rooms empty? I would like to show her what this job is about."

Danielle went back to her computer, "It looks like we have some open."

My mom leaned over the counter, "Could you book one for two hours. That should be all the time I need," I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that.

Danielle typed a few things into the computer, "Okay I have room 6 booked for you."

"How much will that be?"

"I'm not going to charge our founder. Enjoy your time here."

"Thank you Danielle."

Danielle unlocked the door and we went in. There were lots of rooms with the doors closed.

"You founded this place?" there was a lot I didn't know about mom.

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For as long as I could remember, she's been a stay at home mom. She took care of me and the house every day. She didn't seem interesting to me. I remember even calling my mom boring at some points. I never would have imagined she did anything like this. I can't recall during my life that she's ever done anything.