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| - | You tape her mouth shut so she can't scream, but now you would have to think outside of the box. She was your mother, so you didn't want to actually "Fuck" her, but you wanted her to get a taste of your cum. | + | You apply a heavy strip of duct tape to your mother's mouth. |
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| - | You took off her shirt and 2 bra's (safe ol mom) and sure enough, they were huge. You stuck your dick between them and began pumping. After a short 2 minutes you cummed all over her face. Sadly it was not as pleasuring as you thought it would be, why? BECAUSE IT'S YOUR GOD DAMN MOTHER!
| + | "That should shut you up," you say smugly. "But what should I do now?" |
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| - | You remember watching an episode of family guy where quagmire announced that women had a 4th hole. You took this moment to look for it. He mentioned it was the back of the knee, so you looked there, and...no hole. What? Were you supposed to stick your dick onto the back of the knee while she bends her knee, creating a semi-hole? Most likely something like that.
| + | Your mother flails around in her duct tape restraints, but she quickly tires and resigns, glaring at you with utter loathing. Are you ready to do this? |
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| - | Anyway, after the non-pleasurable somewhat sex experience you had with your mom, you simply walked out of the room, and into your own room. There you found a tape-recorder. Well that's the oddest thing, you thought. You pressed the play button.
| + | * [[iCarly: Oh, I am so ready to do dirty things with my mother.]] |
| | + | * [[iCarly: I don't want to do this anymore, but there's no turning back now.]] |
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| - | "Hello, Freddie" It was your mother's voice. "I want to play a game with you." The door sprang shut, where it was connected to a hidden wire. You tried to open it, but it was sealed shut.
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| - | "Inside my mouth was a key I had been hiding. If you have found that key, you can escape here easily.
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| - | Crap. You remember taping her mouth shut.
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| - | "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".
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| - | In the air vent above the door to your room, a wierd gas sprayed out. You couldn't leave, because there were no windows.
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| - | "HELLLPPP!!! MOM! I'M SORRY!!!" You yelled, as far away from the gas as possible. But you knew your mother was helpless. The gas filled around you, and you inhaled it, and immediately you knew it was poison. You fell down, and blood ran out of all your ears, nose, mouth, eyes, every open place in your body. You felt you had to piss, and when you did, your pants became red. You pissed blood. Then you died.
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"That should shut you up," you say smugly. "But what should I do now?"
Your mother flails around in her duct tape restraints, but she quickly tires and resigns, glaring at you with utter loathing. Are you ready to do this?
