Daughter and Son Rape Mom pt 1

Daughter rapes mommy while Daddy records

The dim light of the family bedroom flickered from the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the king-sized bed where Deb lay curled up, exhausted from a long day. She was in her mid-40s, her body still curvaceous with full breasts straining against her thin nightgown and wide hips that spoke of years of motherhood. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, and she murmured softly in her sleep, unaware of the door creaking open.
Eighteen-year-old Mariah slipped inside, her lithe frame clad in a tight tank top and shorts that hugged her perky ass. Her eyes burned with a twisted hunger she'd harbored for months, watching her mom change, bend over, innocent moments that fueled her dark fantasies. Tonight, she wouldn't hold back. In her hand, she clutched a roll of duct tape, and behind her, Mike followed silently, his phone already recording in the low light, the red dot blinking like an eager eye.
Mike was a burly man in his late 40s, his gut protruding over his belt, but his grip on the phone was steady. He'd agreed to this—hell, he'd suggested filming it—his own perverse thrill mixing with Mariah's plan. He nodded at her, staying in the shadows by the door, capturing every angle as Mariah approached the bed.
Deb stirred as Mariah pounced, straddling her waist in one swift motion. 'What—Mariah? Get off me!' Deb gasped, her eyes flying open in shock. She pushed at her daughter's shoulders, but Mariah was stronger than she looked, fueled by adrenaline and obsession. She slapped a strip of tape over Deb's mouth, muffling her cries into desperate hums.
'This is what you've been teasing me with, Mom,' Mariah hissed, her voice low and venomous. She grabbed Deb's wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while ripping at the nightgown with the other. The fabric tore easily, exposing Deb's heavy breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air despite her terror. Mariah's free hand squeezed one roughly, twisting the nipple until Deb arched and whimpered against the tape.
Mike zoomed in, his breathing heavy as he circled closer, the phone's lens drinking in the sight. 'That's it, baby girl,' he whispered encouragingly, his cock twitching in his pants at the forbidden scene unfolding.
Mariah ground her hips down, feeling the heat between her legs as she forced Deb's thighs apart with her knee. Deb bucked wildly, tears streaming down her cheeks, her muffled screams vibrating through the tape. But Mariah was relentless. She yanked Deb's panties aside, exposing the soft folds of her pussy, already glistening unwillingly from the friction.
'You're mine now,' Mariah growled, shoving two fingers inside without warning. Deb's body jerked, her hips involuntarily clenching around the intrusion as Mariah pumped them in and out, rough and deep. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene against Deb's choked sobs. Mariah leaned down, biting at her mom's neck, leaving red marks that would bruise by morning.
Mike stepped nearer, angling the phone to catch Mariah's fingers plunging into Deb's cunt, the way her juices coated them despite the resistance. 'Fuck her harder, Mariah. Make her take it.' His voice was thick with lust, one hand now rubbing the bulge in his jeans.
Mariah pulled her fingers free, slick with Deb's arousal, and smeared them across her mom's taped lips. Then she flipped Deb onto her stomach, yanking her ass up by the hips. Deb thrashed, trying to crawl away, but Mariah slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing. 'Stay still, you slut.' She taped Deb's ankles together loosely, just enough to limit her kicks, then spread her cheeks wide.
Positioning herself behind, Mariah stripped off her shorts, her own pussy dripping with excitement. She rubbed her clit against Deb's exposed hole first, teasing, before thrusting forward. Her strap-on—hidden in her room for this very night—jutted out, thick and unyielding. She'd lubed it earlier, but not enough for mercy. With a grunt, she rammed it into Deb's pussy, burying half the length in one brutal push.
Deb's scream was guttural, even through the tape, her body convulsing as Mariah started fucking her. Each thrust was savage, hips slamming against ass, the strap-on stretching Deb's walls painfully. Mariah gripped her mom's hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine, pounding deeper. 'Feel that? This is for all the times you pranced around like a whore in front of me.'
Mike moved to the side, filming the way Deb's tits swung with every impact, her face contorted in agony and unwanted pleasure. He captured the tears, the sweat beading on her skin, and Mariah's feral grin as she raped her own mother. His free hand unzipped his fly, pulling out his thick cock, stroking it slowly to the rhythm of Mariah's assaults.
Mariah reached around, finding Deb's clit and pinching it hard, forcing gasps from the bound woman. Deb's pussy clenched tighter, betraying her with sparks of sensation amid the violation. 'You're getting wet for your daughter, aren't you? Dirty bitch.' Mariah sped up, the bed creaking under them, her own breaths coming in pants as the strap's base ground against her clit.
Minutes stretched into an eternity of thrusts, slaps, and muffled pleas. Mike edged closer, his strokes quickening. 'Cum inside her, Mariah. Fill her up.'
With a final, vicious drive, Mariah buried the strap-on to the hilt, grinding as her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, body shuddering, while Deb sobbed beneath her, spent and broken. Mike groaned, spilling his load onto the floor as he filmed the aftermath—Mariah pulling out, cum-like lube dripping from Deb's ravaged pussy, her body limp and trembling.
Mariah ripped the tape from Deb's mouth, but before she could scream, she clamped a hand over it. 'This is our little secret now. Daddy got it all on video. Behave, or everyone sees.' Deb's eyes widened in horror, staring at the phone still recording her defeat.
Mike smirked, hitting stop. 'Good work, baby girl’.