She will delete it... First, she has to take care of her dripping pussy.

Miranda's Forbidden Obsession: A Daughter's Depravity

The Solitary Ritual Begins

Miranda’s bedroom door clicked shut, the lock engaging with a finality that sealed her into this new, illicit world. The afternoon light bled through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across her trembling form as she perched on the edge of her bed, her phone clutched in sweat-slicked fingers. The screen glowed with paused footage—Stefano’s thick, veined cock buried to the hilt in her mother’s ass, Maria’s face contorted in a mix of pleasure and surrender.

Her breath hitched.

"This is wrong," she whispered to the empty room, but her body thrummed with electric anticipation. The vibrator beside her—a sleek, rose-gold toy she’d bought on a whim during a late-night online shopping spree—seemed to pulse with unspoken promise.

Miranda’s thumb swiped across the screen, unpausing the video.

Maria’s choked moan filled the room, followed by Stefano’s guttural growl: "Take it all, puttana. Every fucking drop."

Her free hand slid beneath the waistband of her lace panties, her fingers finding her clit already swollen, her folds slick with arousal.

"F-fuck," she breathed, her hips jerking at the first brush of her own touch.

The footage played on, a depraved ballet of flesh and dominance. Stefano’s hands gripped Maria’s hips, his thrusts brutal, unforgiving, each snap of his pelvis driving her mother’s face deeper into the mattress. Miranda’s fingers mimicked the rhythm, circling her clit in tight, **** spirals, her other hand squeezing her breast through her thin blouse.

"Look at that fat ass," Stefano snarled on screen, delivering a sharp slap to Maria’s ass that made Miranda’s own body clench. "Gaping for me like a whore. Your husband ever fuck you like this?"

Maria’s broken sob of "No—God, no—" sent a bolt of heat straight to Miranda’s core.

The young woman's back arched, her thighs trembling.

She was close.

The First Squirting Orgasm

The moment Stefano pulled out, his cock glistening with Maria’s arousal and his own thick creamy release, Miranda’s fingers became frantic. She zoomed in, her blue eyes locked on the way her mother’s asshole gaped, struggling to close around nothing, creamy white cum dripping obscenely down her thighs.

"O-oh my God," Miranda whimpered, her vibrator now pressed firmly against her clit, the buzzing setting turned to high.

On screen, Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing Maria’s ear as he murmured, "Antonio’s gonna taste me when he eats you out tonight."

Miranda screamed—a sound muffled by the pillow she shoved her face into as the massive orgasm ripped through her. The slender woman's thighs snapped shut around the vibrator, her hips bucking wildly as her pussy clenched around nothing, Miranda's arousal gushing in warm pulses onto her sheets.

The video continued to play, Stefano’s laughter low and satisfied as Maria lay ruined beneath him, but Miranda barely heard it over the roaring in her ears.

Panting, she lifted her head, her gaze dropping to the mess between her legs.

"Again," she decided, her voice hoarse.

She rewound the footage.

The Upload & The Voyeur’s Rise

Hours later, the sun had set, and Miranda lay sprawled across her bed, her body spent, her sheets soaked. Her phone—now connected to her laptop—displayed an edited clip: Stefano’s cock plunging into Maria’s ass, the faces blurred, but the sounds left devastatingly clear.

Poonhub’s upload screen glowed before her.

"Just a little piece," she murmured, her cursor hovering over the Post button. "Just enough to… share."

The moment she clicked it, a thrill shot down her spine.

Within minutes, comments flooded in:

"Holy shit, that ass is wrecked!"

"Need the full vid, OP. Name your price."

"That voice—fuck, is that her dad?"

Miranda’s lips curled into a wicked smile. She could monetize this. Could sell the full footage to some pervert with deep pockets.

But no.

This was hers.

Her secret.

Her treasure.

She closed the laptop, her fingers drifting back between her legs.

The video played on loop in her mind.

Stefano’s fat throbbing cock.

Her mother’s ruined asshole, gaping with her lover's creamy load.

The betrayal.

Miranda’s breath quickened.

Again.