A mother and Daughter stars in Bryces porno

About twenty minutes later, a soft knock came at Cortney's door. She peered through the peephole and saw her mother standing there, a pleasant smile on her face, wearing her usual floral blouse and carrying a small handbag. Cortney unlocked the door and pulled it open, relief washing over her. "Mom, thank God you're okay," she said, stepping aside to let her in. Rita entered, her eyes scanning the apartment briefly before settling on her daughter. "Of course I'm okay, sweetheart. Now, what's all this about Paintrock and attacks?" she asked, her voice carrying that same slight, almost musical tone that Cortney had missed on the phone. As Rita moved past her into the living room, Cortney noticed something odd—her mother's gait was too smooth, too fluid, and the floral blouse seemed to hang just a fraction of an inch wrong on her shoulders, showing some cleavage.

Cortney’s eyes narrowed as she studied her mother. The blouse’s fit was off, the way it draped at the shoulders and dipped too low at the neckline—Rita never wore anything that revealing. And that gait, too smooth, almost gliding, like she wasn’t quite used to having feet. “Mom, what’s the last thing we argued about?” Cortney asked, her voice steady but her heart hammering.

Rita’s pleasant smile flickered for just a moment before she let out a soft, knowing laugh. “You mean that silly argument about you skipping your grandmother’s birthday dinner to go to that concert? I told you that band was too loud and you said I didn’t understand modern music.” She tilted her head, her eyes warm and familiar. “I also said your hair looked ridiculous dyed that shade of purple, and you stormed off to your room. You didn’t speak to me for two days.” Cortney’s breath caught in her throat. That was exactly right. The detail about the purple hair—something only her real mother would remember, because Rita had been so vocal about hating it. The tension in Cortney’s shoulders eased slightly, but not entirely. “Okay,” she said slowly, stepping closer. “Okay, it’s really you.” “Of course it’s me, sweetheart,” Rita said, reaching out to cup Cortney’s cheek. Her hand was cool, the touch familiar and gentle though. “Now, tell me what’s going on. You mentioned Paintrock. Is that the same Paintrock from the news? The one with the disappearances?” Cortney nodded, leading her mother to the couch. She picked up her phone and pulled up the video Bryce had sent her. “Mom, you need to see this. But I have to warn you—it’s not easy to watch.” Rita’s expression grew serious as she took the phone. Her eyes fixed on the screen, and Cortney watched her mother’s face carefully, looking for any sign of recognition or horror. Rita’s lips parted slightly, her brow furrowing as the video played. When it ended, Rita handed the phone back, . “My God,” she whispered. “That’s… that’s Bryce? And Stephanie?” “Yes,” Cortney said, her voice breaking. “And I think they’re planning to do the same to me. To us. Mom, I don’t know what to do.” Rita pulled Cortney into a tight embrace, stroking her hair. “We’ll figure this out,” she murmured. “We always do. But first, tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.”

Cortney took a shaky breath, pulling back to look at her mother’s face. “It started with that video Bryce sent me. You saw it. But before that, he’d been acting strange for weeks. Flirty, but in a way that made my skin crawl. And then Stephanie—she’s always been nice to me, but after I saw that video, I realized she must be in on it too.” Rita’s eyes never left Cortney’s, her expression unreadable. “And what do you think they want from you?” “I don’t know,” Cortney admitted. “But Bryce called me right after I watched it. He asked if I wanted to ‘star in the next one.’ He said I could text him a location, or he could arrange for Stephanie to handle it if I preferred a ‘woman’s touch.’” She shuddered. “Mom, I think they’re trying to turn me into one of them.” Rita was silent for a long moment, her hand still resting on Cortney’s shoulder. Then, slowly, she reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone. “I think I need to make a call,” she said, her voice taking on that strange, musical quality again. “But first, let me show you something.” “This was uploaded an hour ago,” Rita said calmly. “Bryce is getting bolder.” Cortney’s blood ran cold. “Mom, how do you have that? How do you know when it was uploaded?” Rita’s smile widened, her canines seeming just a little too sharp, a little too many. “Because I’m the one who uploaded it, sweetheart.”

Cortney’s mind reeled, trying to process the words. Her mother—the woman who had raised her, who had held her when she cried, who had scolded her for dying her hair purple—was standing in her living room, calmly admitting to being part of a monster’s snuff film operation. “I think you should let them...and me turn you on video,” Rita says, staring deeply into Cortney’s eyes. The words hung in the air like poison. Cortney felt her body go numb, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. She backed away, her hand instinctively reaching for the door, but Rita was faster—impossibly so. In a blur of motion, Rita was between Cortney and the exit, a smile still on her face. “Don’t look so frightened, dear,” Rita cooed, her voice now layered with something else—a resonance that seemed to vibrate in Cortney’s bones. “relax...its pleasurable to be carresed..licked on the folds of your pussy, fucked by a phalliusenhanced by being a vampire like Bryces....mmm”

Cortney tried to resist, tried to scream, but the sound that escaped her lips was a soft, helpless moan. Her body betrayed her, growing warm and pliant as Rita’s words wrapped around her consciousness like silken threads. The terror began to fade, replaced by a strange, drowsy curiosity. “That’s it,” Rita whispered, stepping closer. Her hand cupped Cortney’s cheek, and Cortney leaned into the touch. Cortney’s eyes grew heavy, her vision blurring at the edges. The world seemed to narrow to the sound of her mother’s voice, the warmth of her hand, the hypnotic rhythm of her words. She felt herself nodding, felt her lips forming words she didn’t understand. “Yes,” Cortney murmured, her voice distant and dreamy. “Yes, I want to feel it.” "Mmm..good, now text bryce that you have decide to star in his next video, along with me as specially vampiress guest"

Cortney's fingers moved across the phone screen with a mind of their own, typing out the message while her consciousness floated somewhere above her body. She watched herself hit send, then looked up at Rita with glassy eyes. "Done," she whispered. Rita's smile was predatory, beautiful, and utterly inhuman. "Perfect. He'll be here soon. We have a little time to prepare you." Rita led Cortney by the hand to the bedroom, her touch both maternal and possessive. Cortney followed without resistance, her body responding to commands her mind could barely register. The room seemed to pulse with energy as Rita closed the door behind them. "Undress for me, darling," Rita said, her voice carrying that same hypnotic resonance. Cortney obeyed, her fingers working the buttons of her blouse with mechanical precision. She let the fabric fall to the floor, then unclasped her bra and slid her jeans down her hips. She stood before her mother in nothing but her panties, her skin flushed with a warmth that had nothing to do with shame and everything to do with the strange arousal that had taken root in her core. "Lovely," Rita breathed, circling her daughter. Her fingers traced along Cortney's spine, sending shivers cascading across her skin. "You have no idea how happy this makes me...after all im the one tat turned Bryce into a vampire last night, after i was turned. On my business trip last week..i turned some others, and paintrock fell in one night." Cortney's breath hitched as Rita's lips pressed against the nape of her neck. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made her knees buckle. Rita caught her, holding her upright with supernatural strength. "Easy, sweetheart," Rita murmured against her skin. The doorbell rang, and Rita's eyes flashed with dark amusement. "Right on time." She guided Cortney to the living room, positioning her on the couch like a doll. Cortney sat motionless as Rita opened the door to admit Bryce and Stephanie. Bryce's grin was wolfish as he took in the scene, his camera already in hand. "Perfect," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I knew you'd come around, Cortney." Stephanie stepped forward, her movements fluid and predatory. She knelt before Cortney, tilting her chin up with a single finger. "Such a pretty thing..but she did break up with you cousin," she purred. Rita laughed, a sound that was both maternal and menacing. "Soon shell be yours again boy...and She'll be even more beautiful once she's one of us. Now, let's not keep the audience waiting." Bryce set up his camera on a tripod, adjusting the lighting with practiced efficiency. Stephanie helped Cortney remove her final garment, and Cortney felt no shame—only a warm, buzzing anticipation that built with every touch. "Ready when you are," Bryce announced, pressing record. Rita approached Cortney, her eyes glowing with a crimson light. "Look at me, my darling," she commanded. Cortney's gaze locked with her mother's, as Bryce and Stephanie stripped off camera , awaiting for their moment of entrance into frame.