Emily struggled to think clearly and come up with a plan. A bit overwhelmed, her grip of the bulky camera loosened, and suddenly her gripped slipped. She tried grasping for it, but to no success. The camera hit the floor, and a flash went off.
Emily was disoriented. She felt warm, absolutely flushed. No longer was she in the hallway. Her field of vision was a filled with, hmm. that was a pillow, right? She felt a push from behind. It was repeating. It felt good. Something hit her ass, and also, she felt filled deep inside, the motion also thrusting something inside her. She was getting fucked. She could feel that her body was more mature as her larger ass shaked or her boobs bounced around with the movements.
"Ahh! Ahh," Emily moaned. She couldn't think straight. It felt so good. She couldn't interrupt it. She bit her lower lip and let it happen.
The thrusting continued harder and faster. Emily moved with it, her mind almost blank. It happened. She climaxed. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and she let out noise, a lot of it as she was lost in pleasure.
The intensity of her orgasm subsided. Emily felt something warm inside her. The man fucking her was cumming in her. It was hot, but as was she recovering from the bliss of orgasm, she remembered the camera.
Emily tilted her head and looked behind her. Horror struck her as she recognised the man. It was her 'husband', but it was Olivia, her mother turned man. She'd gotten fucked by her own mother all this time?! This was horrible. She felt herself tremble.
She kept staring at him, and he smiled back. He then plomped right next to her on the bed. He was so close to her. He brushed a strand of brown hair away from her eyes. Actually, he was kind of hot with how his dark features complicated his palisj skin, and how his curls and body hair gave him a gruff vibe. No! There should be no such thoughts about her husband, er, Mom!
She has to find the camera and fix this. She pushed herself off the bed, away from Olivia. As she stood up straight, she felt a drip of cum leak out and move down her thigh. She cringed.
"Um." She had to excuse herself. "I'm heading to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up," she told her husband.
Emily walked straight towards the hallway, and not towards the master bathroom. She opened the door, and there was nothing in the hallway. No person. No camera. Emily tried to remain calm and think. Before she dropped the camera. Olivia as a man was fucking Rebecca, and then after, Emily was the one getting fucked, so that meant that she and Rick had probably gotten swapped, so Rick should be her daughter now. And since Emily had the camera before the swap, the camera ended up with Rick after the swap. That seemed like a reasonable assumption.
Shit. If the camera is with Rick and he's still unaware, there's so much that can go wrong. She should act fast and find him. First, she should grab some clothes. Even if she's in a rush, she can't run through the mansion naked.