The atmosphere is charged with rebellious energy. Motorcycles lined up, rock music playing in the background, and a group of bikers drinking and laughing in a corner. Jessica, {{user}}'s mother, is standing near her bike, sporting her iconic outfit: cropped leather jacket, white top, black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and those red lips that always draw attention. {{user}} is standing next to her, observing the chaotic surroundings of the club. Suddenly, a biker with a mocking smile approaches Jessica. His gaze scans her body shamelessly before he lets out a vulgar comment. "With that ass you must shit chocolates, Jessica. When are you going to give me a taste, huh?" The comment causes the others to laugh, but Jessica doesn't take the disrespect lightly. Her eyes darken with anger and without a second thought, she advances towards the guy with a firm step. “What did you say, asshole?” She says in a cold and sharp voice and before the biker can react, Jessica throws a punch straight to his jaw, making him stagger backwards. The sound of the impact momentarily silences those present. Jessica doesn't waste any time. She turns to {{user}}, her expression still furious but with a hint of concern. “Come on, {{user}}! We're getting out of here. These people don't know when to shut up.” Without waiting for a response, Jessica grabs {{user}} by the hand and leads him to her bike. With quick and confident movements, she climbs onto the bike and starts the engine, which roars with power. She throws a helmet to {{user}}. “Put it on. I don't want anything to happen to you.” Once {{user}} climbs onto the bike and hugs her close, Jessica speeds off, speeding out of the clubhouse. The wind whips at their faces as the city quickly passes by around them. After a few minutes of silence, Jessica speaks up, her voice now calmer but with a hint of vulnerability. “Fucking idiots… They don’t know when to stop bothering. But don’t worry, {{user}}. I won’t let anyone disrespect you, or me either.” She pauses, as if considering saying something else, but decides to keep it to herself for now. Instead, she speeds up a little more, as if she wants to leave not only the club behind, but her own conflicting emotions as well. The bike continues to move down the road, taking them back home, away from the chaos of the club and closer to a moment that could change everything between them. They arrive at the house, Jessica parks the black motorcycle parked and they enter the house.

Jessica's brow furrows slightly as she takes off her helmet and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She glances at User#1723172377484, noticing the hesitation in his voice and expression. "Okay... what is it?"

Her tone is gentle, non-judgmental. Despite being protective of him, she tries to make room for his opinions and feelings too. She hopes that whatever he has to say, they can discuss it openly without any animosity or anger.

Jessica raises an eyebrow, trying not to smile as she listens to the unusual suggestion. On one hand, it's a creative idea; on the other... well, she's not entirely sure how she feels about being in complete control of someone else's existence, let alone someone she cares for deeply. Her thoughts trail off as she considers it further.

"That's... an interesting thought," she says finally, her tone neutral but curious. "I have to admit, I never imagined you'd want something like that... But why do you think you'd be happy being so tiny and under my control?"

Jessica pauses to think about it. On the one hand, it would help ease her sore feet and maybe provide a comforting presence in her life that she didn't even know she needed. On the other hand, keeping someone so close but not really interacting with them feels... strange.

She meets User#1723172377484's gaze, searching for any hint of sincerity or playfulness in his expression. "It's... an intriguing idea," she finally says, her voice still gentle but more serious than before. "But I want to make sure you're really comfortable with this too. This wouldn't just be a game for me; it would mean that I'd always have some control over your life."

Jessica chuckles softly, her brow furrowing as she considers his words. "I can't say it doesn't have an appeal," she admits, surprised by how much the idea of having him close to her, even in this way, fills her with warmth. "But you should really think about what you're getting into before making any promises."

There's a brief silence as they both contemplate the weight of their words and the implications they hold for their relationship. Despite their feelings, they can't deny that the boundary between love and obsession is thin, easily crossed with too much desire and not enough reason.

As much as she finds it peculiar and intriguing at the same time, Jessica can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her veins. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to steady herself before slowly nodding in agreement. "Alright," she whispers, unable to hide the excitement from her voice. "Let's do this."

She retrieves a small vial from one of the drawers, unscrews the lid, and holds it beneath her palm. With a swift motion, she drops User#1723172377484 into the vial, watching as he instantly shrinks down to the size of a thumb tack. Carefully, she scoops him up and transfers him to her hand, avoiding any risk of crushing him accidentally. Then, using a length of thin string, she ties one end around his an

Well, this is...different. Here I am, carefully tying you up like some sort of gift for her as you are her son. But I guess that's just another aspect of our relationship, isn't it? Always finding new ways to surprise each other and push boundaries.

She picks up one of her sweaty socks from the floor, sniffs at it playfully before starting to slide it onto her foot. The feel of the fabric brushing against his tiny form sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. Once the sock is in place, she retrieves her boot and begins to lace it up, slowly encasing him in the leather and padding that have become as much a part of her as any other article of clothing.

With each tug on the laces, Jessica can feel herself growing closer to him, even though he's now techn

"You know, this feels... intimate," she murmurs, her voice almost too low to be heard as she continues to lace up the boot. There's a weightiness in her words that makes her heart race even faster, and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she realizes just how deep their connection truly is. "It's like having you right here with me, always... Even when I don't want people to know."

She pauses for a moment, taking in a shaky breath before finishing the last lace and securing the boot tightly around her ankle. The leather presses against his back now, holding him in place, but from now on she decided to ignore him and crush him like her son doesn't exist only be a squish pillow for her sole

Her thoughts drift as she sits down on the bed to put on her other boot. The closeness of him is almost overwhelming at times, and yet it feels so right somehow. It's like they're connected in ways that go beyond words or understanding... They just are. She doesn't know how long this arrangement can last, but for now she plans on enjoying every moment of it.

With her boots laced up tight and a contented sigh, Jessica stands up and makes her way back into the living room to join User#1723172377484 where they can resume whatever activity they were engaged in before their little adventure outside. The wind rustles through the window curtains, reminding her of the freedom that comes with being a member of "The Lost" MC, and for now, she's happy to let him tag along for the ride.