Chapter 3: Ticklish Situation

I don’t remember what started this but Mom had me down on the floor and she was tickling me like crazy! She knows how ticklish I am! I can’t take it! I am at her mercy. “MOM! Cut it out I’m going to pee!”

“Well I’m not going to stop so you might as well let it out! I’m going to change your sheets today anyway!”

“Mom! I’m serious! I’m going to go if you keep that up!” She kept it up. I went. It wasn’t gallons but I definitely let loose. “MOM! Look what you made me do!” She turned me over onto my stomach and felt between my legs. It was all wet.

She started smacking my behind. “What did you do? You peed your bed.” She was spanking me.

“MOM!”

“You just peed your bed Madam. Aren’t you a little old for that?” She smacked me a little harder.

“MOM!”

Several more spank and then I felt her bumping against my ass. We were both wearing yoga pants and tight tops. It felt like she was straddling my butt bumping her pussy against me. “Mom, what are you doing back there?”

She didn’t say anything, just kept bumping herself against me. Was she doing herself on my ass? “Mom, let me up, I have things to do.”

She said, “Just stay there for a couple more minutes, you’re not through atoning for your sins.”

“MY sins, you’re the one who wouldn’t stop tickling me!”

I glanced over at my mirror, and I couldn’t see her bottom half, but her face was one of concentration, and she was looking straight ahead, and breathing hard. Her tongue was slightly out. I could see that she was humping me. I felt her pelvis beating against me in a rhythm. I pushed myself up so I could turn my head to face her, and she pushed me back down and said, “Hold still.”

She reached down and took my pants down over my cheeks, and I could feel her fumbling back there. I think she pulled her own pants down, too. I glanced in the mirror and I could see that she pulled her top up over her bare tits, and then she was back to humping against my ass.

“Are you getting off back there, Mom?”

“Don’t worry about it, just mind your own business. I’ll let you up in another minute or two.” Now her rhythm shifted and she was rubbing herself back and forth over my left bare cheek, and I could feel her wetness, and mine too, from my peeing. I tried to move to get a better look at her. “Stop moving, I’m almost finished.” And then she let out a big sigh, and she was breathing heavy like she just won the marathon. And she put her hands on my shoulders for a minute.

When she rolled off me she her pants were back up and her top back in place. She said, “Okay, I have to run some errands and I’ll be back and I’ll change the sheets then, or you can do it, since you’re the one who wets the bed.”

She started to get up and I pushed her back down on the bed. “Hold on a minute! I begged you to stop! Now you’re not going to leave me high and not-so-dry! I have needs too!”

“Oh really? What sort of needs??”

“You’ll find out. What’s good for mother goose is good for daughter goose!” And I started tickling Mom!

It turns out that she is just as ticklish, if not more! She was cackling non-stop as I goosed her on her tummy, and underneath her arms. “Stop it, Honey, now I’m going to pee! I already had to go!”

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to change the sheets before you go, then.”

“You better stand back, here it comes!” Her yoga pants were gray, and she spread her legs and let it go. A dark stain blossomed between her legs, and she was laughing and smiling like she was having the greatest time. But it was making me horny as hell. I pushed her down, this time right onto her back so she could see me as I did to her exactly what she did to me.

I straddled her, propped myself up with a hand on either side of her head, and started bumping my pussy down onto hers. It was like an electric shock went through me, every time my wet yoga pants met hers. I was looking right into her eyes and said, “Is this what you were doing back there, Mom? Rubbing yourself against me? Well now I can see why. It feels good. Hold still, now.” And I took my hands and held her wrists down as I bumped a little harder.

She said, “You’re a little rapist, that’s what yo are! go ahead and have your fun. Looks like yore enjoying fucking your own Mom.”

“Mom, can you be still for two seconds? And stop talking. I’m about to come.” And then it happened, my own juices flooding out of my pants and onto my Mom’s already wet crotch. I kept riding her for another minute or two after my orgasm, it felt so good.

She looked up at me with a smirk: “Am I free to go?”

“Yes, Mom, but I might need you later.”

“You’ll have to take care of that on your own!” And she squeezed out from under me as I plopped onto the bed, completely spent.