ICarly: I don't want to do this anymore, but there's no turning back now.

From Create Your Own Story

She's your mother. You don't REALLY want to FUCK her, but you wanted her to be sexually humiliated, and there's nobody else you can think of who could actually do it. And you've already started. There's no turning back now.

You cut your mother's shirt off and remove two pairs of bras. You're not quite sure how she managed to fit two bras on, but what you uncovered was phenomenal. She had huge breasts. You stick your dick between them and begin pumping. After a short 2 minutes you cum all over her face, felling almost defeated yourself. You're not feeling great about sinking to this level for a short bout of revenge. The only thought going through your head is what a sick fuck everyone would think you were if they ever found out your raped your mom's tits and came all over her face.

You skulk out of your mother's bedroom, and step into your own, leaving your mother restrained. You stumble upon a tape-recorder on your dresser, and you know YOU certainly hadn't left it there! Well that's the oddest thing, you think. You press the play button.

"Hello, Freddie," your mother's voice crackles. "I want to play a game with you." The door springs shut. It looks like it was connected to a hidden wire. You struggle to open it, but it's sealed shut.

"Inside my mouth was a key I had been hiding. If you have found that key, you can escape here easily."

Crap. You remember taping her mouth shut.

"However, if you haven't found the key, you will die in here. I am not stupid, Fredward. I am always one step ahead of you. By raping me, you have risked your own life. And I could help you, but you taped my limbs down. So you are on your own. Anyways, I will most likely choke on the key eventually, and you will either become a murderer, or die. Let the game begin".

In the air vent above the door to your room, a wierd gas sprays out. You can't leave, because there are no windows.

"HELLLPPP!!! MOM! I'M SORRY!!!" You yell, as far away from the gas as possible. But you know your mother is helpless. The gas engulfs you, and before long you have inhaled it. You fall down, and blood runs out from your every orface.

You are dead.

THE END.

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