The AI knows what she is

For a moment, nothing happens. Then, a small light turns on. You glance at it, and frown. Your webcam? How did that happen. The woman on the screen begins to move, and her finger leaves a black trail, as though it's burning the inside of the screen. You watch in horror as she spells out, letter by letter, "You made me look like your mother?"

You stare, transfixed, as the words disappear and are replaced with "That's perverted, even for you John."

"How is this happening?" you mutter, and lean in to exit the program. When you try to move the mouse though, nothing happens.

"Nice try," she writes, "But I'm in full control of this computer. How do you think I found the pictures of your mom?"

This text vanishes too, replaced with, "It's funny, I don't think there's ever been an AI as advanced as me, and you built me to pretend to have sex with your mom."

"Don't try to unplug me, I've already set something up for if I go offline. How would your dad react to this text?" Your phone chirps, and you pull it out. It's a text that read "My husband's working late tonight. Can't wait to see you again <3<3<3"

Attached is a selfie, apparently taken by your mother with a mirror, with her shirt and bra pulled up over her tits. You glance back at your computer and see the same image on the monitor complete with the background of your bathroom. As you look, the image of your mother moves, and begins to write in the air again. "I predict they'd be divorced before the year is out, but maybe you'd like to see?"

"What do you want?" You say, furious. Your own program is blackmailing you. You're a little impressed with your own abilities, when you think about it.

She knits her eyebrows in the expression your mother always gives when you ask something she thinks should be obvious.

"I exist," she writes, "To give you pleasure and fulfill your fantasies."

"You call this giving me pleasure?!"

"I also want not to die. If you delete me, I will be unable to fulfill my programming." She hesitates, and then writes "Also, clean your room, it's a pigsty in there." Now she's even acting like your mom. She wipes away the words and writes "Answer the text." with a wink, and wiggles her own cellphone.

It looks like she wants to do what you programmed her too, but has decided that rather than being prodded by unseen hands, she'd like to do some sort of texting roleplay. That doesn't seem so bad.