Porn Star Family Pt. 11

"I'm coming home Ira," Vikki said, as the wind whipped past her ears.

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Moments before Vikki's encounter in New York...

"Ira?! This is Ira's number is it not?" Came across the tiny speaker on his phone having answered as he lounged in his reading chair. Wondering where Vikki had gotten off to since she was normally in his room around this time at night. "Hello?"

"Yeah, this is my phone, who's this?" Ira said, not recognizing the number or the voice of the caller.

"Oh, I'm so glad I reached you! It's Emily - Beth's mother - I hope you remember...?"

"Of course, I do. How could I ever forget such a stunning woman," Ira said. He wondered why he hadn't heard from her since giving her his number after he made her watch as he fucked her daughter.

"Awe!" Emily said also sending him a blushing emoji through text. "You remember your offer?"

"That if you need a new seat or a hard ride?" Ira said sending the smirking emoji back to her, all the while wondering why she was using emoji's during the call.

"Mmmhmm. You wouldn't mind if we just kept this strictly as sex, would you?"

"No, why?"

"Because for the past week I've been fighting myself against taking you up on your offer. While I don't want you to be tied down to an old..."

"If you're going to say an old woman, trust me there are few women that look as good as you at your age," Ira interrupted her. A smirk raised the corner of his lips as a torrent of blushing emojis filled his screen.

"Do you think you can pound this pussy...?" She started to ask as she sent a photo of her cunt to him. "Real good and hard, it desperately needs to feel something hard in it and not a rubber dildo?"

"It would be my pleasure Emily," Ira said. Reaching into his desk drawer for the condoms he had bought a while back (When he asked the sales lady if the pack he had chosen would fit an eight-inch cock. Ira kept his chuckle to himself as she stared at him slack jawed. After a few minutes of reassuring her that he did indeed have an eight-inch penis he couldn't help but laugh as he left the store), for this very reason. He wasn't about to turn her into a servant like her daughter and Cybil were. She was too nice of a woman to do that to her.

"Mmm... so polite. Beth's out with friends for the next hour or two. How fast can you get here?"

"Hmm, in about five minutes," Ira said.

"Good. Don't keep this waiting Ira!" Emily said, sending along a picture of her pink robe hanging open, with it covering her 32D breasts, it however, didn't hide her mound as she snapped the photo on a selfie stick.

A red haze drifted over his golden-ruby eyes as he knelt on his roof. His four wings unfurled; his halo flared to life as his reversed C-shaped horns sprouted from his skull. His tail wiggled about as he pushed off the roof sending him shooting skyward. The growing starlight danced along his midnight blue skin as his white hair rippled in the wind. Halting his flight as he was halfway there, hovering in midair, his head was on a swivel as he felt someone watching him. His sword instinctively appeared in his hand. He wasn't about to be caught off guard like he had been when Raphaela first showed herself to him. Sending his sword back to the ether when the feeling came to nothing, but he didn't brush it off either like he had done when he first went to Cybil's home. Landing a few yards away from her home in darkest part between the lamp post. Reverting back to his human form, running his fingers through his hair as he neared her home.

The door to her home slowly opened. Perfume drifted on the air as Emily greeted him wearing that same pink robe. Her hungry eyes ran down his body as her right hand rested on the inside doorknob while her left hand rested on the molding of the door. "Well, hello there stranger," Emily cooed, "I do hope that tongue is eager for this hot pussy of mine?" Her eyes burning into his groin remembering how he had fucked her daughter with that hard eight-inch cock of his.

"Oh? Didn't think you would want your neighbors to see and hear you moaning as a teenage boy eats that pretty little thing of yours on your doorstep," Ira said, flashing her a smile as her eyes flickered up to his face. "Although, if you're into that I'm sure I can oblige."

"Mmm... tempting," Emily mused before reaching out her hand taking hold of his shirt pulling him into her home. Quickly shutting her door, her ass pressing against the wooden surface as her eyes ran down his back. "Ira?"

"Hmm?" Ira hummed turning around. Watching how Emily pulled the belt of her robe loose. His eyes traveling up her body as she pushed it from her shoulders.

"Come here," Emily purred, her finger beckoning him to her. Her thumbs brushed along his cheeks as she stared into the eyes of the man, she was going to make love to. Who was going to plow that hard tool into her aching pussy that's been dying for a good fuck for the past three years of her failed marriage. Gooseflesh ran along her skin as she felt his fingers running up her body. "Mmmhmm," she softly moaned as Ira gently cradled her breasts. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as he teasingly played with her orbs. How she loved it when a man did that. However, something else needed his immediate attention, but first she wanted to taste the lips she was going to be cumming on. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into her. Her tongue rolled within Ira's mouth noting that his tongue skills had improved since the last time they saw one another. She couldn't wait to see how well it teased her cunt to an explosive orgasm. Her hands pressed down on his shoulders silently telling him where she needed him.

Ira's nose wiggled as he caught the scent of her sex drifting off her mound. Glancing up, noting how she was biting on her lower lip as his own neared her peach. Her legs spread wider to give him better access to her womanhood. Performing the techniques that his mother, sister, and Vikki had taught him on that hot sex of hers.

"Oh fuck! Mmmhmm! God Ira!" Emily moaned loudly as she pressed the back of her head against the door. Her fingernails scraped along his scalp as Ira tasted her cunt with the skill of a man twice his age. "O...o" Her chest convulsed as her lungs tried to draw in a large gulp of air. "Fuck yes!" she bellowed out in a thunderous scream as Ira's tongue rubbed along her G-spot. "Yes, yes, yes! Get that fucking tongue in there!" Emily growled her fingers grabbed tufts of his hair as she rode that amazing tongue of his. "Mmmhmm. Right there! Don't you dare stop!" Emily's eyes rolled to the back of her head, wondering why this young man could eat her pussy so well that her wetness lasted hours after the fact. She didn't tell him that she had tried two different men after their last visit. Proclaiming they could eat pussy like a pro. Only to be left wanting after they had failed to live up to her expectations. She had to be sure she hadn't been hallucinating, the last time Ira was over, about that tool of his. Emily needed the reassurance that Ira could indeed live up to the memory. Her eyes fluttered; her muscle's trembled as that tongue rolled along her clit. When she had told him that she wanted to keep this all about sex. She only did it, because she knew she could fall in love with him with his pussy eating alone. "Ira!" Emily cried out in bliss as her hot slick cream coated his face.

The moment she saw how her hot peach juice coated his face - she pounced! Licking, kissing, sucking on those wet lips of his. Loving how they felt and tasted like against hers, also loving the taste of her peach upon them as well. Rubbing her breasts gently along his chest as she teased that slumbering snake from his nest. Marking it in her hot juices, telling the world he was hers for that short time. "Do you understand what's going to happen Ira?"

"Umm... I'm going to say, you slyly take it out letting me see how well those lips look like wrapped around it?" Ira posed his question and answered hers at the same time.

"Mmm..." Breathing in deeply as her nose trailed down his chest. Along the outline of his cock as she brushed her cheek down the denim fabric. "Yessss," Emily purred, her hazel eyes shimmering in her hunger as her lips ran up his cock. "That is a part of what's going to happen tonight," her sultry voice conveyed her burning desire to have that lovely hard cock deep within her pussy. "No tonight Ira, I'm going to show you how a mature woman fucks," she said, her body gliding along his. Her breasts swaying centimeters from his face. Gently lowering her wet peach on that hard rod. "You don't have a problem with that, do you Ira?"

"Nope, not one damn bit." Totally caught off guard by how lustful, graceful, and mind numbingly hot she could be all in one move.

"Good answer Ira," Emily purred, her tongue flicking out teasing his upper lip before pushing herself up.

"Umm... Emily?"

"Yes Ira?" Emily muttered as she rocked her hips, rubbing her wet lips along that long shaft. Hoping he enjoyed the view of her from down there.

"You sure your ex-husband isn't gay? Because that, was fucking hot," Ira said, gesturing to all of her.

"You know the old saying: rode hard, but put up wet?" Emily asked, her sultry eyes stared down at him. Knowing if he kept talking like that... licking her upper lip knowing exactly what she would do.

"Yeah?" Ira retorted arching an eyebrow as Emily leaned forward once again. The tips of her raven hair teased his chest and the floor below him. Enjoying the feel of those lovely orbs lightly pressing onto his chest.

"If you keep talking all sweet-like, that's exactly what's going to happen to this," Emily cooed, her eyes flaring, her hips rocked hard on that bulge of his. Her voice stammering as it whispered in his ear, coating his jeans in her orgasmic juices. "Ira? While I so want to whip that hard cock out and slide it into my hot eager pussy, the floor in front of my door isn't the proper place to fuck me, now is it?" she asked, breathing heavy in his ear as her clit rubbed along his steel pole.

"No, I don't think it is."

"Good. Follow me," Emily said, her lips softly brushing against his as she lifted herself off of his body. Peering over her shoulder as she led him to her bedroom, noticing how those eyes of his dipped low to her ass. Biting the inside of her cheek, it had been years since anyone looked at her like that. She just hoped Ira still would after this night. Smiling devilishly at his yelp as she hastily pulled him into her room. "Mmm..." Her nose ran along the back of his neck as she stood behind him. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. Inhaling his scent so she would always remember this night, a night that she made love to a man who knew how to give her cunt the pleasure it needed. "I don't think you'll be needing this, do you?" Emily asked, tossing his shirt off to the side. Her hands pressing on his chest as her breasts pressed in on his back, allowing the heat of her skin, the softness of her orbs to comfort him as she held Ira in her arms. Nibbling on his left earlobe as her fingers undid the buckle of his belt. Listening to the metal sound as it struck the floor once it fell from her hand. Kissing down his neck as a 'pop' cut through the silence of her room. The brass teeth of his zipper yielded to her fingers as the heat his manhood produced escaped into her room. Glancing down as she watched him push off his left sneaker with the toe of his right one. Slowly moving around his body to stand before him. Gently pushing down his pants and underwear, listening to how his hard rod sprang back and slapped his stomach. She had nearly forgotten what that sounded like. Gazing down his chest as Ira stepped out of his pooled garments. Feeling her mouth water as his cock stood so proudly before her. Calling to her to worship it as her altar, to pray to the rod of man in hopes that it would bequeath her the bouquet she so longed for.

"I think it's my turn to please you, Ira," Emily cooed, sinking down his body. The tip of his rod dancing through the valley of her breasts, up her neck, only to end up teasing her lush lips before they engulfed that meaty rod. Glancing up as Ira unleashed an 'ah shit' as his hand shot back looking for something to steady himself against as his cock glided along her tongue. Her eyes slyly glanced at the double folding, slotted, sliding doors of her walk-in closet as she took Ira to the base. Sucking in a breath once his crown left her lips, her hand gliding along his slick shaft as she gently sucked on his right testicle. Pleased that her skills hadn't grown rusty over the years as she felt his thighs trembling as her thumb kneaded the underside of his crown. "Your cock tastes so... delicious," Emily sighed in glee as her lips ran down the side of his pole. "Don't cum yet, I want to taste this cock some more."

"If... you're worried about me... going soft, shouldn't be," Ira said, his toes curling along her bedroom floor as Emily licked up the back of his rod.

"What do you mean?" Emily asked, perplexed. Every man she knew quickly lost his hard-on once he had released his load, and she didn't want to waste such - what she hope would be - yummy cum. "Are you telling me you can stay this hard once you cum?" she asked, her tongue flickered out, lapping up that bead of pre-cum as both her hands jacked him off.

"Yeah...?" Ira sucked in a loud gasp as Emily assaulted his manhood with such vigor it nearly left him breathless. He could feel his balls churning, knowing how close he was from unleashing a torrent into her hot mouth. Muttering to himself in his mind commanding his angelic essence to subdue the demonic energies in his cum. He didn't want Emily to be like Beth. He wanted her to come to him freely not be compelled by his incubus' powers. He just prayed that it worked. "Oh fuck..." His hand shot out lightly pressing the back of Emily's head as he felt the first twitch of his cock. "I'm... going to..." As the first rope of his hot seed was chambered into to his barrel. Ira could feel his angelic half at work and the rapid depletion of his energy as it did so. Feeling Emily's tongue working quickly as she swallowed every drop of his semen. Knowing he had purposely weakened himself to keep Emily from becoming like her daughter, also knowing he wouldn't be able to perform that trick again for some time if the weakness in his limbs were any indication.

"Oh my..." Emily purred after licking the remainder of his seed from her lips. "You... certainly weren't lying," she muttered as she watched his head pulse before her very eyes. Wondering how many times she could get it to cum for her until it softened. She was eager to try. "Did you bring protection?" Emily asked, looking up at him. Knowing if he didn't, she had a box waiting in her drawer just for him. She didn't want him running off because he failed to remember to bring a condom with him, nor was she going to miss out on her chance to ride that hard rod. "Where?" she asked, once she saw his nod. Digging through his right front pocket once he told her where it was. She wondered if he would enjoy how she was going to unroll that piece of rubberized birth control onto his cock. She knew she was going to enjoy it. With his help rising to her feet, her fingers interweaving with his, leading Ira to her bed. Easing him down onto that pillow-top surface, the palm of her hand running up and down his slick shaft as he got settled into a comfortable position; because he wouldn't be moving any time soon.

Tearing open the condom wrapper with her teeth as she knelt on the bed. Her eyes watching his as they traveled down her body. Her mind wandering thinking of the days after this one where she'd be begging for him to pound her hungry cunt. Her lips lightly gripped the condom as she leaned over his lap, unrolling it as they sank back down that stout rod. She didn't understand why, even though the thin rubber and lubricant, his cock still tasted so delicious.

"You ready for this Ira?" Emily asked, lining up his head with the entrance to her paradise.

"Oh... yeah," Ira nodded sternly.

"You are going to fuck me until I can't stand it anymore, aren't you Ira?" Emily asked, teasing his crown as she rubbed it along the opening of her velvet tunnel.

"That was the plan," Ira said, with a sly smirk.

"So young, and already knows what he wants to do to me," Emily sighed, her statement directed at no one in particular. "Mmm... just what I like in a man." Her voice shuddered, her body quivered, her nostrils flared as she drew in a large breath as she sank down onto that pole. So hot, so hard, so thick inside of her canal - she absolutely loved it! Her right hand reached back pulling her hair into a ponytail before pushing up against the back of her head, while her left rested on his stomach as her hips rocked back and forth. All so that thick root would feel every inch and every ounce of warmth her little love pocket could give to his member. "Mmm... fuck, Ira, you're so hard inside of me and so deep!" Emily moaned almost to the point of drooling. "Mmmhmm," she nodded, "play with those tits to your heart's content. They are yours while you line my bed," grunting as her ass bounced, her muscles rippled as his rod touched the deepest parts of her womanhood that her ex-husband never could. Biting down on her lower lip, her hands pressed down on his chest as she felt the bubbling, the burning, the churning of her womb as she neared the edge once again; and she so wanted to paint his cock in her hot cream. To know what it looked like when it was her cream marring his steel rod and not her daughter's.

Her sex resounded as her bed squeaked harder and faster, she impaled herself on that branch of his. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me Ira!" Emily growled as Ira added his own thrust to her plunges. "God damn! You're making this pussy so damn wet!" she cried out like a banshee. Her eyes flickered over to the window seeing the light come on in the house across from hers. Seeing that shy teenage boy peeking through the shades. She had purposely left hers open and uncovered knowing how that little perv always spied on her. She too might have added to his fascination. What could she say, she liked to have an audience when she was being fucked so well. Every woman in the world needed to know how well the young man below her could fuck. Glancing down seeing the slight movment behind the drapes of his window as his shadow played across it. She had lost interest in teasing the boy when he was always too quick on the draw. Giggling in glee as Ira rolled her onto her back. Sucking on her lip as he held her legs to her chest. "F-f-f-fuck!" Her voice trembled. Her diaphragm convulsed; her stomach rolled in waves as Ira pounded her pussy into submission.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm going to cum again..." Emily released a high-pitched squeak which gradually turned into a wailing moan as her body jerked in odd movements as if possessed by the Devil as her walls clamped down on his thrusting rod. Her back lifted off her bed creating an arch as the crown of her head pressed into the surface of it. Her hands hammered the mattress as her mouth hung agape unable to give voice to her scream. Like a thunderclap, her wail caught up to the bolt that had and was still currently passing through her body. "Iraaaaaaa!" Emily called out his name. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop fucking meeeeee!" she huffed and growled as she felt her nectar gushing out of her canal like a hose. Her hand reached down patting her clit hard before rubbing it rapidly. Her knees bent, her body went rigid, and her nostrils flared as her chest heaved rapidly. A high-pitched squeal escaped her lips as she came once again.