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"I want to talk to you when you get back," Vikki said as she stood in the doorway of his home.

"Okay," Ira said, perplexed at what she could want to talk about. "Is it about your sister?" he asked, when Vikki looked down at the tops of her feet he knew he hit the mark. "Are you worried I'd like her more?"

"Yes," Vikki said in a whisper.

"You do realize you live with me and she doesn't, right? I would think that puts you one up on your sister, don't you think?" Ira asked, placing a kiss on her forehead, feeling her skin heat underneath it. Waving to her as he walked down the sidewalk towards Beth's home to fully repay her for what she did.

"Ira!" Vikki called out. Her crimson hair whipped behind her as she ran towards Ira as he neared the corner of the property line.

Ira huffed as Vikki threw her arms around his neck. He could feel she wasn't wearing a bra as her breasts pressed into his chest. He couldn't help it, but his hands found their way to her ass. Her tongue twirled within his mouth as their kiss lingered.

"Ira," Vikki said, her cheeks heating as his hands squeezed her ass. "I think that's the first time you've done that. You can grab my ass any time you want. I'm sorry for getting mad at you, but Rita thinks she can sneak you away from me."

"And have you forgotten we've had sex more times than me and Rita have?" Vikki shook her head grinning as she did. "Then why are you worried?"

"Because...," Vikki began to say her finger drawing symbols on his chest, "in our world, an incubus like you is a rare thing Ira. I don't just mean your wings Ira. I mean this," she said reaching down rubbing his groin. "Why do you think you can make any woman mortal or succubi cum so easily? You instinctively use your gifts to makeup what you lack in skill, and Satan help us when you get the skills."

"You afraid you won't stop moaning as I...?" Ira said leaving the last part unsaid.

"No," Vikki said shaking her head slightly, "I love cumming on your cock Ira. If it gives me more and more orgasms who am I to complain?" she asked smiling sweetly at him. "I'm afraid I'll lose you to all the women who want a taste of this," Vikki said, giving his rod a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, I'm sure you and my sister will keep me in check," Ira said, stepping out of her arms.

"Hurry back Ira," Vikki called to him as he waved to say alright.

His eyes ran over the front of Beth's home as he walked up the walkway. It hadn't changed since the last time he was at her place. He knew her mother and father were separating (or that's what he had heard), and he wondered if he should get her mother into the mix and really humiliate her like she did with him. Ira wondered how Beth would take it when she watches her own mother cumming on his cock. An evil smile spread across his lips as his finger neared the doorbell.

"Ira!" Beth said, throwing open the door. Her arms wrapped around him in a crushing embrace.

Her four foot, nine inch frame felt weird as her head only came up the bottom of his breastbone. Then again, with what he was planning on doing her tiny frame would be a huge benefit. Gently patting her back, keeping his emotions from his face.

"Come in, come in," Beth said, smiling sweetly at him. Her raven hair cascaded down her back as she shut the door behind him.

Ira knew she never wore a bra. Her A cup breasts didn't need the support of a bra. Her dark red leggings showed off her tight little ass. Ira's ears perked when he heard noise from the kitchen.

"Baby," a smooth seductive feminine voice drifted from their kitchen, "who was that at the door?"

Ira tried to keep his eyes in his sockets as he gazed at Beth's mother. Her midnight hair was freshly styled, her nails manicured, her skin had a healthy glow to it as if she'd just had a day at the spy. Her black slip dress flowed down her body, making a tear drop shape over her breasts before tapering upward and around her neck. Her light blue eyes studied him trying to figure out if she knew him or not. If he had to guess she was either about to leave on a date or had just gotten back from one that ended in disaster. Ira was hopeful it was the second one. It wouldn't do if she left the house before she heard her daughter moaning and begging as he fucked her.

"This is Ira," Beth said, her hand coming to a rest in the nook of his elbow.

"I see." Her eyes dilated as she fell underneath the red flash that raced across Ira's eyes.

"I can see where your daughter gets her looks," Ira said, holding out his hand buttering Beth's mother up.

"It certainly wasn't from her father," she said, her hand slipping into his. Keeping his smirk hidden as he sent his demonic energies along her skin as his fingertips skimmed along her palm.

"I hope we aren't keeping you from a date or something like that," Ira said politely.

"If only," she sighed.

"That's such a shame," Ira said, sowing his seed.

"Let's go to my room Ira," Beth whispered tugging on his hand.

"Nice to meet you Mrs..."

"It's Ms. Now," she said with a coy smirk, "Beth keep your door open," she said, looking at her daughter as she pulled Ira along.

"Mmm, I'd hate to be the man that stood up such a stunning woman," Ira quickly whispered into her ear as he passed. Peering back at her as she looked back him like she wasn't expecting that from him since he was there with her daughter.

Ira wasn't surprised to see the state of her room. Given that he had seen her at that Gothic/BDSM club. So the skulls, the dark literature that lined her shelves a great portion of it dealt with those new age vampire novels. The candles, the posters of those movies about a sparkling vampire, her bed which would soon be splattered in his cum along with Beth herself.

"Ira?" Beth said, leading him to her bed. Gently pushing him down onto her bed, her hands rested lightly along his shoulders.

"Hmm?"

"I am sorry for hurting you back then," Beth said, studying his face.

Ira saw the same swirling haze that his mother and sister had. Knowing he could get her to do anything he wanted, and he was going to test the waters. "Get on your knees then," Ira said spreading his legs. Slyly glancing at the door, willing it open a few more inches so he would have a better view of the hall; also giving Beth's moans less of an obstruction to get around.

"Did you like it when I sucked you off Ira? I know I loved how you ate me," Beth said, sinking to his knees without complaint.

"You do have a skill at it," Ira said, placing his hands behind him as he leaned back.

"Does that mean you'll taste me again?" Beth asked, quickly undoing his pants.

"Oh, I plan on it, among other things," Ira smirked as she snaked his cock out of his pants.

"Oh, and just what else were you thinking of doing?" Beth asked, feeling her nipples hardening.

"Hmm, I'm going to fuck that cute little butt of yours," Ira said confidently as he smiled down at her.

"I don't know if I can fit this big, thick, hard cock in my teeny, tiny pussy," Beth cooed before licking up the back of his cock. Her eyes glance up at him as Ira moaned as she sucked on the tip of his cock.

Ira glanced out the corner of her eye seeing a shadow in the hall. He knew her mother could see his cock through the gap in the door, it was another reason why he had widened it; she wouldn't have been able to see her daughter writhing in pleasure when his mouth was wrapped around her mound through the smaller gap.

"God Ira, if I had known you were so big I would have..."

"Have what?" Ira asked. He knew he had to get her to say it when her mother stood outside to get her to wonder, to ponder on -- what if?

"Don't make me say it Ira, it wasn't all that great in the first place. Your dad can't even eat a pussy as good as you did with mine," Beth said, her tongue swirling around his head before sinking back down onto his shaft.

Inwardly smirking as he saw Beth's mother stepping closer to the door as his eight inch cock glisten in her daughter's saliva. He saw how her hand covered her mouth as her eyes gazed at his hard tool. He began to wonder if it was time to speed this along. After all he was there for one thing.

"Beth?"

"Hmm?" Beth muttered from around his cock.

"I want to taste you," Ira said, noticing how her mother's eyes widened as he said it.

"Really?!" Beth said excitedly, causing his cock to pop out of her mouth in an audio pop.

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded.

"Oh Ira," Beth said dreamily. Her hands were already working to push her leggings down. Her shirt fell on top of her tights, her small breasts jiggled as she bounced on her bed. Her eyes watching as Ira kicked off his pants. "I can't wait to be as wet, if not more so, five hours later, like I was this morning," she said, her fingers playing with her labia as his shirt rose along his chest. "Now get up here and remind this pussy just what you can do."

Ira wondered if what Vikki said was true. Watching Beth's body tremble as his tongue parted Beth's labia. He was going to have to practice more on his mother, sister, and Vikki to perfect his technique. Which he assumed -- correctly, of course -- they wouldn't have a problem with.

"Oh god yes! Get that tongue in there, taste my pussy Ira," Beth moaned as her hips slightly lifted off of her bed.

Peering over Beth's right leg as she rested it on his shoulder. Ira watched as her mother softly caressed her right breast as she watched her daughter moan loudly as his tongue rubbed Beth's G-spot.

"Oh god Ira! I'm going to cum..." Her body jerked and spasmed as her cream flooded her canal. "Oh god, I've never cum so fast!" Beth said dreamily as she stared up at her ceiling. "That's it Ira, make that pussy cum again!" she moaned, pressing his head tightly to her sex as his tongue swirled around her channel. Her thighs trembled as his tongue messaged her folds in ways none of the other boys she brought home could achieve. Her hips bucked as Ira rubbed her clitoris as his tongue lapped up her juices. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh... Fuck me!" Beth howled as her back lifted off of her bed as her body contorted in pleasure.

"That's the plan," Ira chuckled as he came up for breath. Glancing over that the door, making sure Beth's mother was still watching. Glad that she was, mouthing the words, "Do you want me to taste you too? I will," running his tongue along his juice covered lips. Watching how her body shuddered as her hand was buried in-between her legs. Watching how she sucked on her lower lip as he sucked on her daughter's clit.

"No more Ira!" Beth squealed as she felt her third orgasm nearing its peak. "Fuck Ira!" she screamed out.

"Mmm, yes, you will be saying that a lot," Ira said, helping Beth to sit up. It wouldn't do for his plan if her mother couldn't see her getting impaled on his cock.

"You better not drop me," Beth said nervously as Ira held her aloft. Her hand moved the head of his cock towards her entrance. Gasping as Ira sent his cock upwards in a hard thrust. "Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck that cunt," she growled as she was impaled on his rod. So lost in the bliss for five long minutes she didn't notice her mother standing at her door watching. "Mom! What are you doing..." Her face contorted as her cunt clamped down on Ira's cock. Her mother quickly dashed from the doorway, to where Ira couldn't say.

While it lasted, Ira let her watch as he pounded her daughter's cunt causing her eyes to roll back into her head. Her mouth frozen in a silent wail. Her hands held onto his arms as her juices poured out around his cock and onto her floor.

Beth huffed as she fell face forward on her bed. Feeling Ira's weight shifting the bed as climbed onto it. Squealing loudly as Ira rammed his cock back into her hot, wet, sloppy cunt. "Yessss fuck me!" Beth growled, as Ira snapped her head back as he took hold of her hair. "God. You're so big," she moaned, practically drooling as he hammered her into submission. "No Ira..." But it was too late as his cum flooded her cunt. Forever solidifying that she was now his.

"Your mine now," Ira whispered spitefully into her ear as he buttoned his pants, leaning over Beth. "Do you understand?" he asked, turning her chin towards him. Seeing his influence at work deep within her pupils.

"Yes Ira, I'm yours," Beth said in a trance like state as his cum dripped out of her cunt.

Leaving Beth on her bed, his feet lightly dancing on the steps as he descended the stairs. Slyly peering around the corner into the living room as Beth's mother fidgeted in her chair as she tried to focus on the tv. Looking around quickly for something to write on, and with. A sinful smile spread across his lips as he wrote down his phone number. Hoping that little display had bore some fruit for his plan to work.

"Hey," Ira said, sticking his head around the corner his body soon followed. Playing off the startled look in her eyes as he entered the living room. "I just wanted you to know I was taking off and wanted to thank you for your hospitality," he said smiling warmly.

"W-where's Beth?" she said trying to keep her voice steady after what she had just seen.

"Trying to learn to walk again," Ira said with a coy smirk.

"Oh," she said, feeling her cheeks blush. Trying not to rub her thighs together in front of him. Her eyes running down his body wondering how he could make her daughter howl like she did. She couldn't remember the last time her soon-to-be ex-husband, once the separation period was over, ever ate her out the way she had watched Ira do to her daughter. Tonight was meant to be her first time back on the dating scene only to be stood up by the local college guy she had been flirting with over the past week. Then again, she doubted that boy had the skills she had just witnessed.

"You should have this," Ira said, slipping the folded piece of paper into her hand. "Call me if you ever need a seat," he said, allowing the inuendo to hang in the air as he started to move off. That was until he looked down and saw her hand wrapped around his wrist.

"Ira?"

"Yes Ms..."

"Emily," she offered, looking up at him.

"Yes Emily?"

"Do you find me attractive?" Emily asked, watching his face for any deception.

"Of course I do, I'm sure you have a dozen, if not more, guys following you around with their tongues hanging out," Ira said, noticing how she had yet to let go of his arm.

"Then he must be an idiot," Emily said aloud, more to herself than Ira.

"If you're talking about the guy who stood you up, in that dress, then yes, I would have to agree - he is an idiot!" Ira nodded.

"My breasts aren't too saggy are they?" Emily asked, cradling her orbs.

"I don't think so, I'm kind of envious of those hands."

"Why?" Emily asked, perplexed.

"Because they get to touch all of that," Ira said, sweeping his hand down her body.

"Oh," Emily said, quickly looking down. Her face was quickly flushed with heat. "Wait," she said her grip tightening on his wrist, "did I say goodbye yet?" Emily asked as Ira started to walk off.

"Is there something else I can help you with?" Ira asked, wondering if his plan would bear fruit so early.

"Yes, I think you can," Emily said, slowly spreading her legs. Her right hand inching up her dress. "You did say you would taste me too? I hope you weren't lying to me Ira?" she asked, revealing the delicate thong she had worn for her date.

"I might be a lot of things Emily, a lair isn't one of them," Ira said, sinking to his knees after Emily lead him around her chair. Watching how Emily bit her lip as she lifted her hips as Ira pulled down her underwear. "Wow. That guy is sure an idiot," he said, in awe at the sight before him, "then again, I doubt I would have gotten the chance to see this pretty sight."

"Now let's see if you can preform like you did with my daughter..." Releasing a light yelp as Ira pulled her hips towards him. Her breathing increased as Ira kissed down her left inner thigh. She couldn't stop her arousal from rising after two years of not feeling a man's lips so close to her hot mound. Biting her lip as Ira's tongue danced up her labia. Watching those eyes of his as his fingers pulled apart her lips to expose her hood. Her thighs trembled as his tongue slowly, teasingly, tormented her aching bud as it circled her clitoris. Her hands squeezed the armrests of her chair as his lips wrapped around that throbbing bud of hers. A small sensuous squeak escaped her lips as two of his fingers penetrated her mound.

"Mmmhmm," Emily nodded in hunger as those appendages wiggled and tickled her folds. "Ira," she said in a husky voice as looked down at him, "you sure my breasts aren't too saggy?" she asked, pushing her dress aside revealing her 32D breasts. While they did have some sag to them due to her age that didn't take away from how stunning her breasts were. Her areolas were about the size of a quarter, upon them sat tight, hard, perky nipples, eager to have someone's lips wrapped around them. Her heart raced as she saw her juices coating his chin as he rose between her legs, how she loved to see that on a man.

"Whoever told you that is such an idiot," Ira said, his eyes staring into hers as he leaned down. His fingers teased her labia as his lips gently plucked at her nipples. "You're breasts are beautiful," he said. His left thumb rolled along her right nipple while his tongue rolled along her left one. "If you ever need reassurances again, you just call me and I'll be more than happy to take care of these pretties," Ira said, noticing how she was staring at him with a hungry gaze. "Now let's get this lovely pussy you have cumming, shall we?" he asked, to which Emily vehemently nodded.

"D-Do I taste good to you?" Emily asked, her voice stuttering as she fought back her orgasm.

"Delicious," Ira cooed, before he sent his tongue deep inside her canal. He watched as she stared at him in silent shock so not to alert her daughter that he was eating her out. Her hands flew to her mouth as he poured his energies into her cunt. Keeping his mirth from his face as she came on his tongue. Watching her face as he lapped up her cream. Noticing how she was staring at him in wonder as if no one had ever done such a thing to her before. Ira wasted no time in rubbing her G-spot once again, he needed to get this day firmly set in her mind so Emily wouldn't hesitate to call him. Then, once she did, the humiliation of her daughter would begin, just the way she humiliated him six months ago.

Emily took him by surprise as her tongue darted into his mouth after he had given her, her third orgasm. She sucked on his lower lip as she pulled away. Her eyes burned in hunger and satisfaction. Plucking a few Kleenexes from the box, wiping his face clean, before her lips tasted his once again.

"You are something else Ira," Emily cooed, as her pussy throbbed in satisfaction.

"I aim to please," Ira said with a coy smile as he rose. "If you ever need a seat my face is always open. I'll be more than happy to take care of that yummy pussy again," he said, adjusting himself right in front of her eyes so she could get the full scope of his hard length. "You just give me a call when you need a hard ride," Ira waved at her as he neared her door. He wanted Emily to simmer for a while before he moved his plan along. It wouldn't do if he were to pluck the fruit before it was ripe. An sinful smirk graced his lips knowing with Beth as his servant and Cybil soon to join her, there were still a few more women he had to get even with as he walked back to his home.

"Hi Ira!" Bridgett said happily as he entered their home. Her ass wiggled as she walked passed him.

"You're back," Vikki said with a coy smile as she smelled two different women on his body. She knew he had fed well today.

"Baby!" Cora cried happily as her arms were outstretched, her breasts bounced as she scampered into her son's arms. Her eyebrow twitched as she tasted a strange woman's pussy on her son's tongue. Yet that all melted away when she felt his hand on her ass.

"Mom?" Ira said as his mother lingered in his arms.

"Yes baby?"

"Can you teach me?" His mother quickly pulled away a curious, puzzled look on her face.

"Teach you what?" Cora asked, hearing her daughter and Vikki quickly moving to stand behind her.

"I want to help, whatever it is," Bridgett said, with Vikki's vehement nod.

"How to be better at eating pussy," Ira said, instantly seeing three pairs of nipples poking at the fabric of their shirts.

"Ira... baby, your technique is already outstanding, I don't think I can add any more to it," Cora said, blushing hard.

"Did you not see the wet spot you made me leave on the bar last night?" Bridgett asked, unable to stop her pussy from tingling at the thought of feeling his mouth on her mound again.

"Well, if the two of you aren't willing to help Ira. I'll be more..."

"I never said I wasn't willing to help," Cora cut in as Vikki simply smirked at her.

"Neither did I," Bridgett said, playfully slapping her girlfriend's arm.

"First, you go and wash up, and get that woman's taste out of your mouth. The only pussy that should be on your tongue is mine," Cora said sternly.

"And mine," Bridgett and Vikki quickly chimed in.

"Ira," Vikki said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom as he brushed his teeth.

"Hmm," Ira mumbled around his toothbrush.

"Why the sudden urge to master pussy eating?" Vikki asked, leaning against the doorframe. Noting how his eyes glanced down at her womanhood when she stood pantless before him.

"I can't always rely on what I am now, can I?" Ira asked, spitting into the sink. "You aren't affected by me like they are," he said, returning the brush to his mouth.

"Oh? Are you saying you want to get better to please me?!" Vikki asked, her eyes lighting up. Ira simply nodded. He wasn't about to tell her it was also to please her sisters and mother. He didn't think she would take too kindly to that.

Swishing his mouth out, he had barely enough time to spit before Vikki yanked him away. The moment he entered his room, Ira stuck his head back out into the hall to reassure himself he was indeed in his own room when he saw his mother's bed where his own had once been.

"Come Ira," Cora beckoned to her son as she and her daughter sat bottomless on their bed. It was their bed, Ira's and Cora's, now. Dominic would no longer know what it was like to have her make love to him. Not any more, that boat had sailed the moment he stepped out on her. Now, he would have to deal with Ira's single bed while he fucked her into the mattress of their once marital bed. Listening to Vikki giggle as she settled in beside Bridgett. Her heart swelled as the two of them kissed. She was glad the two of them were going strong. "Now Ira," Cora said, spreading her legs so her son could gaze at her cunt, "the three of us will teach you two techniques for eating out a pussy. What I'm going to teach you, while simple, both are very, very pleasurable to a woman," she said, patting her dancefloor, calling her son to move in-between her legs.

"Now the first one is called the pancake, what you do is flatten out your tongue, keeping it relaxed as you lick up along the woman's labia never down," Cora said instructing him, "don't add pressure or shape your tongue it should always remain flat as you lick up her pussy. If you need to add pressure then use your head and neck to do so never your tongue," she said as Ira laid in-between her legs. "The next one is called the vortex. Form your lips in a shape of an "O" making sure they are covered in saliva and depending on the woman you might have to enlarge it, so you suck on her clit, labia, and vulva which I like the best," Cora said, looking down at her son. "Now lets see what you have learned," she directed.

Ira started with the first going slow but at a constant rate. Looking up, watching his mother's reaction to what he was doing. Listening to her breathing as she was getting into it. The way she bit her lip, the sound of her nails scraping along the sheets. The light moans that were starting to escape her lips. Knowing she was almost ready to cum, wondering what would happen if he slowed down slightly.

"Baby! I need to cum! Let me cum baby!" Cora wailed as her son held her at the cusp of her orgasm for five long minutes. "Ira!" she howled as her womb detonated. Her thighs trembled as Ira kissed down her thigh stopping short of her mound. Her fingers pinched her nipples as Ira planted sweet kisses along her dancefloor as she came down from her climax. "Good Ira, good. You should always give the woman time to enjoy her orgasm before tasting her again. Now try the vortex," Cora cooed sweetly as her fingers brushed through his hair. "That's it Ira," she said, breathing heavily as Ira sucked on her clit, labia, and vulva. "Oh god! Yes Ira, tickle that clit while you suck on it," Cora moaned loudly as her fingers clutched tightly to his hair. Her hips lifting off the bed as Ira sucked gently on her clit. Holding his head against her mound, grinding it against his face as she came.

"My turn Ira," Bridgett said eagerly, spanking her pussy lightly. Telling her brother her cunt was ready for him. "Now that you know what the pancake is like, add a little pressure to it," she said, lifting the hood that covered her clit, "stopping just at the bottom of this pretty little thing. So it can feel the texture of your tongue. Now when you're sucking on it, do pick a side. Don't ever do that stupid alphabet thing. It's too inconsistent. Women and their pussies likes consistency when you're eating them out. I like it when you pay attention to the right side of my clit, Vikki likes it when you pay attention to the top of her clit."

"Mmmhmm," Vikki nodded in agreement.

"You're mother," Cora said, drawing her son's gaze, "likes it when you pay attention to the bottom of my clit."

"But each woman is different so listen to her body or ask we don't mind giving you feedback the way you would give us feedback if we aren't sucking you off right. Now you already know how to finger a girl," Bridgett said lovingly as she looked down at him. "Let's see what you can do to your sister's pussy Ira," she said, leaning back.

As before he watched his sister's body as he used the first technique on his sister. Adding light pressure on the tip of his tongue, gently lifting off as her hood lifted revealing her pink little bud. Watching Bridgett sucking on her lower lip as he repeated the process. A sly smirk graced his lips as his sister softly whimpered. Doing it a few more times until she was nice and wet.

"Oh baby brother!" Bridgett squealed as she came. Her fingers interlaced with her mother's and Vikki's. Her womb clenched and unclenched as Ira kissed along the edge of her mound. His brown eyes watched the rise and fall of her 36B breasts. "Please more Ira, it needs it, it needs you Ira," she said, the blue haze lingering over her irises.

Her thighs lightly squeezed his head as he as he gently sucked on her clit. Watching how his bedroom light shone on her hard nipples as Ira's tongue licked along the right side of her clit. Noting how her muscles rippled, her breathing grew rapid, the euphoria expanded in her eyes. Her mouth flew open as he inserted a finger into his sister's canal.

"Mmmhmm, that's it Ira, right there!" Bridgett howled in bliss as he rubbed on her G-spot. "Yes Ira, make your sister cum for you," she panted as Ira brought her to the edge. Whimpering as he backed off while keeping her there, yearning to leap over that cliff, only to be tormented once again and pulled back. "Ira please? Please make me cum. I want to cum for you," Bridgett begged. Her back slammed against the bed; her mouth frozen in the shape of an "O" before sucking in a huge breath. "Oh fuck me! Yes Ira! I'm c-c-cumming," she yelled out as she had one of the most orgasmic cunnilingus climaxes she has ever experienced, second only to Vikki.

"Ira," Vikki cooed, licking her lips as Bridgett's juices dripped from his chin. "This really isn't a technique more like common sense," she said, taking hold of his hand giving his mouth a break, "but if you tease a woman's labia it can be just as good as you sucking on their clit, but don't neglect doing that. You should always taste the woman that is willing to taste you," Vikki said, as she brushed his fingertips up and down her labia. "See you can feel how moist they're getting," she said, seeing his nod. She didn't know why he wanted to learn this, not that she was complaining, she liked it when he was with her. Liked knowing that Ira would willingly run his tongue through her pussy like she was willing to swallow that cock. "Now you know this already, but rub the woman's clit to get her excited," she said, smiling at him. Removing her hand from his just enjoying the connection they shared. "That's enough teasing Ira, time for you to lick my pussy," Vikki growled hungrily.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Dominic yelled as he stood in his son's doorway. His eyes moving over the bed as his wife, daughter, and Vikki were all laying on its surface in varying degrees of bliss. "And why the hell is my bed..."

"You're bed?" Cora hissed challengingly. Her eyes narrowing hatefully at her husband. "I bought this bed, remember? Where were you, hmm? Oh... that's right," she said, crawling over to her son as he rose from between Vikki's legs as she came down from her second orgasm. "You were with that tramp. You stepped out of this marriage. You sought another woman to line your bed. Don't worry I won't divorce you," Cora said, draping herself along Ira's right side. Her hand running over his back as she stared Dominic down. "I don't want to ruin my company because you can't keep your dick in your pants. So to answer your question, we were in the middle of teaching Ira here how to properly eat a woman's pussy. At least one male in this house knows how to ask for help in this matter," she said, taking a jab at the slide in his attention of this one act in the bedroom. "Don't think you will ever fuck this ass again," Cora said, reaching behind her, the slap echoed loudly in Ira's room as her hand stuck her ass. "You ended that opportunity when you slipped that dick into another woman, off set. So why don't you go to your room while our son fucks his mother like you haven't done in a year and a half," she said, pointing to the door.

"How does it feel Dad?" Ira asked, a wicked, evil smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. A demonic light flared in his eyes as he peered back at his father. "How does it feel to be on the other end, hmm? To know the woman you were with chose someone else. Having to watch as that same man fucked her in front of you, the way you did to all the girls I was interested in, hmm? Did you feel any remorse? Of course you didn't! Otherwise, you would have stopped and not continued using your son as your little puppet to get your tiny dick wet."

Dominic swore he could see horns sprouting from his son's head. He wasn't going to be talked to like that by his own son. Glancing to his right he saw his daughter scurry around her mother. He knew he could count on her, yet, as she pushed him out of the room, his confusion was evident on his face.

"You brought this on yourself Dad. You and Mom did use Ira to get what you needed or wanted. Don't be mad because he turned the tables on you -- you earned it! Now if you'll excuse us, you're interrupting Ira's lessons," Bridgett said, closing Ira's door in her dad's face.

Dominic stood there, staring at the door, wondering what the hell had just happened. Shaking his head, it had to be a dream. It had to be some drunken stupor he was in. Then again, as his mind began to function again, his wife just gave him the go ahead to continue seeing his mistress. He wasn't going to marry her, he knew that, because he also liked having a family; and his wife did just give him a way to have his cake and eat it to. So he would leave Cora to her own devices and allow Ira to handle that little chore of his. Walking smugly to his room, thinking he had come out ahead, when in reality he had fallen into Ira's new and ever intriguing world. One in which the son would soon out place his father.

Ira's alarm buzzed in his ear. A warm, wet, tight sensation rousing him from his slumber. His bed rocked as the weak dawn light filtered through his eyelashes as his vision cleared. A pair of 32D breasts swayed before him. A curtain of raven hair fluttered as it teased those bouncing orbs. A pair of brown -- flaked with bits of green -- eyes gazed down at him.

"Morning baby," Cora smiled sweetly at him as she turned off his alarm. "I just couldn't help myself," she said, gently rocking her hips.

"You should have woken me," Ira said groggily as he placed his hands on her thighs.

"But you looked so sweet in your sleep and after that three hour tongue lashing you gave us... mmm. It made me so horny," Cora cooed as she leaned forward, getting her first kiss of the day, "plus this cock of yours called to me and I just couldn't let it go to waste when I know my pussy loves the feeling of getting stuffed by it," she said, rocking faster now that her son had awoken.

"Then by all means Mom, ride your son's cock 'til your heart's content," Ira said with a coy smile.

"Mmm," Cora purred, as her left hand ran up his chest while her right braced herself on the bed above his shoulder as she leaned forward. Her folds squeezing his cock as she circled her hips, watching her son's eyes flutter as she sent that rod of his back into the deepest part of her womanhood. "Does my sweet son love how his mother's pussy feels, wrapped around his very hard, yummy cock?" she asked, staring down into his eyes as the tips of her hair teased the bed.

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded.

"Are you going to always cum in your mother's pussy?"

"Of course. Where else would it be?" Ira asked with an impish smile.

"Where indeed?" Cora giggled softly. "God, Ira, you make your mother feel so good," she softly moaned to keep from waking the others.

"Not as much as this pussy does me," Ira grunted as he fought back his climax.

"You don't know how much that means to me," Cora cooed, "now fuck your mother with her son's big cock and shoot that cum into her naughty pussy," she purred, before her lips clamped around his as Ira sent his cock upwards into her mound.

"Ira, look at how messy you made your mother's pussy," Cora said, a bit later, resting on her knees with her ass pointed at her son. Her fingers spreading her labia as his white goo oozed out of her cunt. "I fucking love it," she sighed happily as she rubbed his semen along her labia. "Come, let's take a shower together," Cora said, pulling her son up, "it's been a while since I've washed your back. Maybe I can get something to rise while we're in there," she cooed as her fingers teased his soiled cock.

"Ira," Bridgett said, setting down her glass of orange juice.

"Hmm," Ira muttered as he chewed on his piece of toast all the while slyly shooting glances at his father.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do once you're out of high school?" Bridgett asked, causing Vikki and her mother to gaze at him while they waited for his answer.

"College of course," Ira said matter-of-fact.

"But where?" Bridgett asked, wondering if she could live without him if he went to a school across the country or overseas. This, too, caused their mother and Vikki to wait on the edge of their seats waiting for his answer.

"The one in town, if they accept my application, if not I'll have to search other..." Ira and his father winced at the squeals of delight that erupted around the table.

"Oh baby, thank you, thank you!" Cora said, smothering Ira's face in her cleavage.

"So what do you plan on studying?" Vikki asked, her hand resting over his.

"Archaeology," Ira said, as best he could with his face still in the depths of his mother's bosom. Ever since he first saw 'Raiders of the Lost Ark', he wanted to be like Indiana Jones; exploring old ruins, digging up artifacts the sands of time had hidden away from man's memory, and the whip didn't hurt. That was why he had so many books on ancient history lining his bookshelves.

"I can ask Mom to put in a good word for you," Vikki said, her thumb brushing along the back of his hand.

"Mom, Ira won't be around much longer if you don't let him breathe," Bridgett huffed. Pushing around her eggs as she pouted. She knew they had fucked; she could smell her mother's sex in his room. She needed her fix, and she knew how needy she would sound to her brother if she told him she needed him to fuck her, especially after how well he fucked in at the club. Yet she too wanted to glow like her mother was this morning.

"Sorry dear," Cora said, smiling down at her son.

"So why would she have any sway over the college acceptance board?" Ira asked, looking over at Vikki.

"Because she teaches there, how do you think we got in," Vikki said, leaning over to Bridgett placing a kiss on her cheek.

Ira kept his mouth shut on how he thought they got in. Before all of this he would have said she slept her way into the school. Now he wasn't so sure. Still the possibility that she had sex with the Dean was still on the table.

"I know she'll help you Ira," Vikki said, her ruby eyes flashed as she looked at him.

"I guess it couldn't hurt," Ira said, scratching his chin. Keeping his mirth hidden as his father remained quiet all throughout breakfast. He wondered how much of this was getting to his father.

"Okay, I have to go get ready," Cora said, her chair sliding out behind her as she rose. "I got a big shoot today," she said, bending down placing a kiss on the top of Ira's head. "Play nice with your sister and clean the dishes," Cora whispered.

"Mmmkay."

Ira was standing in front of the washer throwing clothes into the dryer for his date with Sue in a few hours when the door to the laundry room swung open and his sister was standing nude in the doorway. Before he could utter a word, her tongue was probing his mouth. Her hand slipped through the slit of his pajama pants, slipping into his boxers. Her fingers wrapping around his soft member slowly stroking it to life.

"Vikki's in the shower," Bridgett said from around his mouth, "Ira I need you to fuck me. Your sister needs you in her right now," she said, her need burning within the depths of her eyes as she leaned against the washer. "Mom can't be the only one you fuck so openly in this house," Bridgett declared, reaching between her legs, spreading her labia showing her brother how wet she was.

"I see," Ira said, his cock leading the way. His hands ran over his sister's ass as he stood behind her. "Did the thought of me leaving make you upset?" he asked, his head teasing her entrance as he waited for her answer.

"Mmmhmm," Bridgett nodded. Gasping as Ira sent his cock deep into her. "Mmm, Ira, god, I never thought a cock would feel so good," she lightly moaned keeping her voice down knowing if Vikki heard she would want to join. Right now she wanted it to just be about her and her brother. Not that she didn't love Vikki which she did, there was just something about her brother that made her gravitate towards him.

"Tell me sis, why were you upset," Ira said, stopping his thrust as he waited for his answer.

"Ira!" Bridgett pouted when he stopped fucking her. Wiggling her ass, her nails dragged along the metal of the lid of the washer as his cock rubbed all the right places. His cock was the only thing that could ever hit her A-spot. Some of her dildos could, but they were flimsy not hard like how her brother currently was. "Don't make me say it," she pleaded.​