Enjoying the sound of her laughter, I decided to tickle her some more. I quickly ran up to my room with the small woman struggling in my hand, opened my closet and managed to find myself a paintbrush from my old artist kit. I sat down on my bed and began to stroke the brush along the bottoms of the woman's tiny, bare feet.
"Mmmaaahahahahaatttt plehehehehease stahahahahahahappp!! Stahahahahahappp!! I cahahant tahahahake anymhaooreeeehahahah!!," she screamed at the top of her lungs, as her feet were under my ticklish assault. I was becoming very aroused and became aware how fun tickling a tiny woman was, even if it was my mom.
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