TYING AND TICKLING TERRY’S MOM
Dramatis Personae
Terry: Age: 13 Height: 5’ 2†Weight: 110
Fred: Age: 13 Height: 5’ 2†Weight: 110
Sarah: Age: 35: Height: 5’ 6†Weight: 125
Hi, I’m Fred. I have a friend my age named Terry. He moved next door to my house early this summer, and we hit it off from the moment we met. We have many of the same interests, like sports, music, and science-fiction. When we learned that we both love wrestling and Tie-up games, we immediately became best friends and spent all our time together. We wrestle at least once a day; and the loser gets tied up by the winner for an hour! We’re both evenly matched in size, strength, wrestling skills (good), knot-tying skills (excellent), and escaping skills (not so hot), so it’s pretty fair. Sometimes I win and sometimes he does; it’s pretty much 50-50.
We’re both ticklish (though not too much so), and the loser is often tickled by the winner with no mercy at all. We occasionally practice some light torture on each other too, but nothing painful; light face slaps, nose flicks – that sort of thing.
We spend time at each other’s houses a lot during the day. Terry’s mom is usually home too, and she’s always nice to me. She prefers to be called Sarah rather than Mrs Blake, and always makes me feel welcome at her house no matter how long I hang around. Even when Terry and I are horsing around a lot and making a lot of noise she never acts like we’re getting on her nerves. Instead, she simply offers to take us out to eat or see a movie or go to some other fun place if we behave; usually this works but not always. Sometimes she’ll even join us if we’re playing videogames; and sometimes she even wins!
She’s as pretty as she is nice. She’s a bit on the small side in her measurements but she’s a bit taller still than either Terry or me. She looks more like she’s in her early-20s rather than her mid-30s. She’s a widow (Terry’s dad was a soldier who died in Iraq a few years ago), which surprised me; I always thought of widows as being all old, ugly ladies like Whistler’s Mother, but she’s young and as gorgeous as they come.
One day, shortly after summer vacation began, Terry and I were wrestling in his back yard to decide who’d get to tie the other one up. We were both wearing our swim trunks because it was a hot day and we were going to have a swim in his backyard pool afterward. He got me in a chokehold and started to tickle me even before he’d won. I wriggled as I giggled uncontrollably, and he suddenly commented that I was getting more ticklish – though still nowhere as ticklish as his mom. Then he said that his mom wrestles better than I did!
I stopped resisting in my surprise and he pinned me down easily. “Wait a minute! No fair!†I protested, but I was not really angry. “You took me by surprise! What’s this about wrestling and tickling your mom?â€
“Sure! She and I wrestle all the time!†Terry told me casually as he kept me pinned down. “I’m starting to win more often now that I’m getting bigger but she still wins as often as not! We make bets too, just like we do!â€
“Same stakes?†I asked in surprise. “She ties you up if…â€
“Nah… though that might be fun!†he replied with a smile. “No, if she wins I have to do the housework for her for the day. But if I win, I get a choice of tying her up and tickling her or having her do *my* chores. I usually don’t have many chores anyway, and it’s a lot of fun to tie her up and tickle her for an hour!â€
“Wow!†I exclaimed in half disbelief. “I’d sure love to see that! Now come on; give me another chance. I was too surprised to keep fighting when you told me about your mom!â€
Terry let me up and gave me another chance to pin him instead, but while we were right in the middle of it Terry’s mom come outside. I think she was planning to sun bathe for a while, because she was dressed in just a tank top that ran only to her middle, and a set of shorts; she wore sunglasses and she was barefoot. She was carrying a book and a small lawn chair when she saw us and stopped. “Having fun, boys?†she asked with a smile.
“Sure mom!†replied Terry as he got me into a half-Nelson. “You want to take on the winner when we finish?â€
“You look so tired out I could probably take on the both of you!†she said with a laugh.
I looked up at Terry (as well as I could anyway considering he had me in a headlock) and asked him with my eyes, ‘Did she really just say that?’ Terry just smiled back with a ‘See what I told you?’ look. Then he winked at me, and whispered, “You want to?â€
I said “You bet!†without even having to think about it.
And so Terry let go of me and we stood up, and then we rushed her with a yell.
Sarah let out a mock yell of surprise, set down the lawn chair and book she was carrying, took off the sunglasses as well, and braced herself to meet us. Terry charged right into his own mother like she was just another boy our own age and started to grapple with her. I expected her to get mad like my mom would have done if I’d dared try to wrestle her, but she laughed and struggled back. For the first time I realized that she wasn’t just nice-looking, she was well toned and quite athletic. Sarah was actually holding her own in a situation that might have sent me sprawling on my back.
“Hey! Fred!†Terry yelled at me suddenly. “Don’t just stand there gaping like a moron! Help me!â€
I had been so fascinated that I’d indeed just been standing there and watching them wrestle with a slack-lawed stare on my face. Suddenly remembering that we were *both* supposed to wrestle with her, I joined in suddenly by grabbing her legs and pulling them up off the ground. With a squeal of laughter Sarah fell over backwards on the grass, and Terry got on top of her and held her down with a bully pin – knees on her shoulders and leaning down to pin her wrists in his hands. I jumped over, sat on her thighs, and held down her knees. She continued to struggle, but nowhere near as much as I think she could have done, while Terry loudly counted up to 10… very slowly, actually.
The moment he reached ‘10’ though, he started in on tickling Sarah under the ribcages. He told me to start in on her; practically anywhere – she was ticklish all over, he said.
I moved myself downward upon her shins and started tickling the soles of her feet, and Terry was right; she was thrashing around so much we almost couldn’t hold her down anymore. We tickled her for about ten minutes, gave her a five minute break, tickled her another ten minutes, and so on for about an hour – keeping her pinned down the entire time. After that we let her up and we all went swimming.
Terry was playing a videogame with his mom the next day just as I came in for a visit, and I heard him say the most incredible thing to his mom. “If I win, I get to tie you up and tickle you all night tonight. If you win, I’ll take over cooking and cleaning duties for the rest of the year!â€
“You’re on, kiddo!†replied Sarah. I was so flabbergasted I just stood there and watched them played the videogame without a word. They didn’t even know I was in the back of the living room watching them until the game was over… and Terry won (barely).
I coughed quietly to let them know I was there. They both turned to look at me. “Hey Fred... can you stay over tonight? I’ve got a real surprise for you!â€
I looked quickly at Sarah… she was smiling indulgently at Terry like she didn’t mind at all. And I guess she didn’t at that! She even looked at me and invited me to stay herself.
Naturally, I said yes!
We spent a normal day together playing videogames and watching TV, and Sarah made us a nice dinner that evening; acting like any mom normally would as if not expecting to spend the evening being tied up and tickled mercilessly by a couple of teenaged boys. But if for some reason we thought we weren’t really going to do it, she found out differently once night time rolled around and Terry said to his mom, “It’s tie-up time!â€
Sarah changed to an outfit similar to what she wore the other time; sleeveless tank-top that left her midriff exposed; a set of gym shorts, and nothing on her feet. She sat on the couch while I knelt in front of her to tie her feet and Terry sat beside her to tie her wrists together behind her back. Once this was done, he took another piece of rope and secured her in a hogtie; Sarah was so limber her hands and feet were touching! Then she was blindfolded so she wouldn’t be able to see a tickle attack coming. I sat on the couch with her legs on my lap and the soles of her bound feet right in front of me while Terry sat beside me with Sarah’s midriff lying on *his* lap.
Overnight we watched three Star Wars movies on DVD; tickling Sarah at random intervals whenever we pleased; sometimes for just a few seconds and sometimes for ten minutes or more at a time. Sometimes we’d give her breaks of over a half hour and sometimes mere seconds. Sometimes we’d tickle her one at a time and sometimes together. Usually we’d just get a giggle out of her but sometimes we’d tickle her into hysterics. And this lasted all night long.
Sarah was pretty sleepy and tired by the time we relented and decided to call it a night. But we didn’t’ untie Sarah. We simply undid the hogtie, walked her to her room, tied her to her own bed, and left her alone for the rest of the night as Terry and I went upstairs to sleep – laughing and horsing around.
But then he surprised me and tied *me* up too! He straddled me, tickled me into sheer hysterics for a while, gagged me, and left me to sleep tied up the rest of the night in bed too. But he untied me again first thing in the morning, and together we untied his mom.
She was as good a sport about being tied up while she slept as I was and made us one of the best breakfasts I’d ever had.
That was only the first of many times I spent the night with Terry and his mom… tying her up and tickle torturing her before getting tied up and tickled myself by Terry. Golly, but I’m sure glad they live next door to me!