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Rachel was a 45 year old, long haired brunette mother who was getting dressed to go out. But her get-up was actually a red dress that revealed quite a bit of cleavage and left almost her entire legs exposed. She had nothing else on but white high-heeled shoes. This was because she was planning on going out to the local bar, which also came with a slight problem. This wasn’t her house. After the death of her husband, she’d been staying in an apartment building, but after she lost her job she could no longer afford to pay the rent. So that’s why she had recently moved in with her 23 year old son named Jimmy, who also happened to be VERY protective of her and had really strict house rules, one of them being absolutely no drinking.

So that was why she planned on sneaking out of the house like her sixteen year old self used to. It wouldn’t be too hard, considering he locked himself in his “office” and had ours of work to do on his computer. All she needed to do was not make too much noise, and he’d never know she was gone. So as she snuck towards the front door, being quieter than a mouse, she suddenly heard a door open behind her. “What do you think you’re doing?” She heard her son ask in an unhappy tone. Turning around, she noticed a coil of rope in one of his hands. “Uh, I, um, just wanted to go show the neighbor my new dress!” She said nervously, trying desperately to come up with an excuse. But Jimmy wasn’t buying it. He knew darn well what his mother was REALLY up to. “Yeah, sure, mom. Put your arms behind your back.” He said displeased. But his mother didn’t take too kindly to that. “Who do you think you are, ordering me like that, the police? If you were really responsible you’d be doing your work! Where do you think you get off treating your mother like that, your supposed to show your mother respect!” She said defensive and angrily. Once again, Jimmy wasn’t buying it.

“Okay mom, first of all, I pulled an all-nighter last night to get all of my work done so we could spend the day together. Second of all, this is MY house, and MY rules, rules which YOU also have to obey without exception. You really should be showing ME more respect because YOU are living in MY house, not the other way around!” Jimmy retorted in a stern voice. Rachel didn’t even fight back, because she knew he was right. Jimmy then walked behind her and forced her arms behind her back, starting to tie her wrists together. “Jim, please, is this REALLY necessary?” Rachel asked, hoping to somehow reason with him. “Yes, it is! I will NOT have my mother going out drinking, especially the way you’re dressed! Besides, do you know what kind of violent and perverted men that might hurt you and take advantage of you? ESPECIALLY if you’re alone and drunk?” He said as he continued tying her hands, wanting to make it clear that he was only thinking of her best interest. Then she giggled. “What’s so funny?” Jimmy asked, getting even more irritated. “Your father and grandfather would be proud of you. Both of them always tied me up whenever they caught me sneaking out of the house to go drinking.” She said, as if recalling fond memories. Jimmy just finished tying up her wrists. “But there was no one to tie them up to stop them from drinking themselves to death, though.” She said sadly, missing her husband and father greatly. Jimmy, feeling that that only proved his point, spun her around and put his hands on her shoulders.

“You see, THAT’S why I can’t let you go out and get drunk! That’s why I have to tie you up. Look mom, I love you, very much. I just don’t want to lose you to alcoholism like dad and grandpa. It’s not too late yet.” He said desperately, as well as slightly sad. “Jim, I’m not an alcoholic just because I want to go out and have a few drinks once or twice a month.” Rachel said, trying to justify her behavior. But Jimmy, not having any of it, simply stepped back. “Okay, now put your legs together.” He said sternly again. “Jim, please don’t do this, I ge—“ “I said, put your legs together!” He said firmly, interrupting her. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise, she did. Jimmy then took some more rope and started tying her ankles together. “Hey, Jim, I got an idea. Why don’t you come WITH me, you know, so you can keep an eye on me. You can make sure I don’t drink too much, and protect me from anybody who might want to assault me, or just hurt me in any way. That’s a good idea, don’t you think?” Rachel suggested, trying desperately to get out of this situation. But Jimmy just said nothing as he finished tying up her ankles, and stood up. Wordlessly he just picked his mother up over his shoulder (being a pretty well-built man) and carried her into her bedroom.

Once he had made it to the bedroom, he gently placed his mother down on the bed, and then sat down in a chair right next to the bed. “Do you remember how you use to punish me whenever I misbehaved or didn’t listen to you when I was a kid? Because I sure do.” Jimmy asked, for the first time actually cracking a smile. Rachel suddenly became very nervous again. “No, Jimmy, please! Please don’t tickle my feet! Please! They’re very sensitive, I’m VERY ticklish, where do you think you got it from? Please, punish me any way you want except for that, please? Please!” She begged, already knowing that she was screwed. Then an evil grin formed on Jimmy’s face, as he started to remove both of his mother’s shoes, revealing her tanned bare feet. He then wrapped one of his arms around her ankles and started lightly stroking the soles of his feet with his fingers, which caused his mother to start giggling. He then turned back and looked at her. “I just wanna let you know, I’m only doing this because I love you.” He said. He then started tickling his mother’s feet mercilessly.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! I’M SOORYHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZZZE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE PROMISSSSSSSSSSSSAHAHA, IHEEHEEHEE WOHOHOHOHON’T DREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS LIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIKKE THISSSSSSSS ANYHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEMOHOHOHORE!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’M SORRYHEEHEEHEEHEE! IHEEHEEHEEHEE WOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’TTTT GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO TO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARS EIHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEETHERRR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!IHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE SWEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZZZZZZZZE! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I’M SORRYHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!” She laughed and begged. But no matter what she said, Jimmy wouldn’t stop, not even for a single moment. Nothing was going to stop him from reaching his mother a lesson. So after about three hours of absolutely nonstop tickling, Jimmy finally decided to stop and give his mother a brake to rest. All she did was it there and pant harder then a dog on a hot day.

Feeling sorry for her, Jimmy took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the sweat away from his mother’s forehead, face, and neck, all of which also looked quite red. Looking at him gratefully, she started to pant again. “C-c-c-c-c-c-can, I-I-I-I-I, h-h-h-h-h-have, w-w-w-w-w-water?” She struggled to ask, so thirsty that she suddenly forgot all about alcoholic beverages. Jimmy, understanding how his mother felt, just got up and went into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water. He even helped her sit up so that she could drink it easier. “T-thanks. I-I needed that.” Rachel said, feeling much better. “Listen Jimmy, I’ve learned my lesson, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m not going to any bars, can you PLEASE untie me now?” She begged, hoping to never go through anything like that again. “No. I’m not untying you until tomorrow morning, you’re gonna sleep here all night with your arms and ankles bound.” Jimmy said firmly, trying to reinforce to his mother just how serious he was about this. “What?! No, Jim, please don’t leave me like this!” She begged, knowing she was in for an unpleasant night if he wasn’t kidding. “I have no choice mom, I’ve lost some of my trust in you. I’d be awake all night wondering if you were gonna try and sneak out again. I have to.” Jimmy said sympathetically. He then stood up and pulled a long white cloth out of his pocket, which he used to blindfold his mother before helping her lie back down on the bed. He then kissed her on the cheek. “Good night, mom.” He said as he started to leave the room. “Jimmy. Can I ask you a question?” Rachel asked. “What is it?” Jimmy answered, already almost out the door. “Is all of this just your way of getting revenge for all the times I caught you trying to sneak out and disciplined you?” She couldn’t help but ask. It certainly SEEMED like it to her.

“No, mom. This is me disciplining you because I love and care about you. Just like how you did it to me when I was younger because you loved and cared about me.” Jimmy said, trying to get his point across (though he did have to admit, revenge was a nice bonus. Not that he’d ever say that to her). He then turned off the light to her room. “Jimmy, if you leave me tied up in this dress all night it’s gonna get wrinkled!” She said in a last-ditches attempt to get him to untie her. “YOU were the one who decided to wear that dress.” Jimmy said unsympathetically before closing the door.

For a while, Rachel struggled in her bindings, trying desperately to get free. But eventually, she realized that her son tied her wrists and ankles way to good, and that she had no hope of getting free no matter how hard she tried. Then she started letting her mind wonder. “Why have all the men in my life have to be so protective and controlling over me? First me father, then my husband, and now my son.” She thought to herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand, part of her most certainly understood, and even appreciated them for it. But then another part of her wishes that everybody wasn’t so overprotective and controlling of her. “Everybody always control me. They should be more respectful and trusting of me.” She thought annoyed. Finally giving up on struggling, she decided to just go asleep, hoping that her son (usually a man of his word) would keep his promise and untie her in the morning without anymore punishments.

The next morning, Rachel woke up to the feeling of somebody kissing her cheek. “Good morning.” She heard Jimmy say. He then took off her blindfold to reveal he was sitting next to her again. As she yawned from left over tiredness, Jimmy slipped down to the end of the bed and wrapped his arm around her ankles again, tickling her feet with his free hand. Waking her up fully, Rachel started laughing hysterically again as he went full out on tickling her. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZZZZZZZZZE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She laughed without end. But just like the night before, Jimmy didn’t let up at all, determined for his mother to learn her lesson once and for all.

After two hours of nonstop merciless tickling, Jimmy finally decided to stop. As his mother lied there catching her breath, she just looked at him pretty annoyed. “W-w-was, t-that, r-really necessary? D-didn’t you get your point across the first time?” She couldn’t help but ask. Jimmy just looked at her. “Yes, it was. That way you’d learn your lesson PROPERLY. You can’t properly punish somebody by going easy on them, are you the one who taught me that?” He reminded his mother. She had no response to that, knowing that he was full well and right. Jimmy then helped his mother sit up and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry for torturing you so much, mom, but it was for your own good. Look, no matter how much you try to hide or deny it, I know you have a drinking problem. Because after dad died and you got fired, you’ve been drinking more and more. And no matter what, I can’t let you succumb to alcoholism like dad and grandpa did.” Jimmy explained before kissing her on the cheek again. “You know I love you.” He said before untying her wrists, which finally allowed his mother to hug back. “I love you more than anything in the whole world, probably more then you could fully realize.” She said before taking her turn to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for punishing me.” She said, to Jimmy’s mild shock, as well as her own. But then she kept going. “Your father and grandfather would be very proud of you for stepping in like a real man and tying me down when I needed it. You’ll be the perfect husband and father one day.” She said pridefully. Jimmy just giggled. “Well, I hope I can live up to the legacy of dad and grandpa.” He said semi-jokingly. Then his mother giggled. “You will, don’t worry about it, trust me.” She simply said.

Later on in the kitchen Jimmy just wanted to prove to his mother once again that there was no malice behind his actions. So, he went up to her. “Listen mom, no matter what, I’ll always be there for you.” He said tenderly. She just looked up at him. “And I’ll always be there for you. Look, from now on, whenever I need it or step out of line, I’m counting on you to step up and tie me down again and set me straight.” She said with an honesty that alcohol couldn’t fake. Jimmy was genuinely touched. “I will. Don’t worry about it.” He said before the two of them hugged again.