Victim: Whip your dick out and ask her why she never did those things to you.
From Create Your Own Story
You tear off your pants and underwear, stand up and look at your mother and yell, "Why don't you do those things to me? Why don't you lick my thingy like you did with his? Is it because you don't love me? I'm not good enough for you, mom? You always said I was the special man in your life, but now you have a scary stranger here with you!"
Embarrassed, your mom peeks to the bedroom to see if the man was listening to this. She tries to calm down and says, "You don't remember what I used to do to you when you were five? Our father told me you'd probably black those memories out as traumatic. I was told to stop because it could get me into big trouble if you'd tell anyone. I guess you forgot."
You look confused, not really understanding everything she is saying.
Mom sits down next to you, gently stroking your dick, "I used to do those things to you all the time, but it wasn't right. Mothers and sons aren't supposed to have that kind of relationship. Apparently fathers and daughters can, but that's a whole different problem of mine."
What do you say...
- Victim: Do it to me now, then. Please mommy! I love you!
- Victim: What? I don't understand
- Victim: Nothing.
| Status | |||
| Gender | Male | <- Equipment -> | |
| Age | 11 | Nothing | |
