Incest/Taboo Porn Star Family

Ira raced to the edge of the roof as Mor simply stepped off of it. "What the hell?!" Ira muttered to himself. When he thought he'd be seeing Mor splattered all over the sidewalk, yet as he stared down stories below him he saw nothing. It was as if Mor had simply vanished. He knew she had just been there his shoulder throbbed like mad. He needed to get home and put something on it before it started to fester. No telling what kind of diseases were in a demon's mouth.

Ira peeked around the trim of the window seeing if anyone was in his room. As soon as the window closed Vikki was in his room like she could feel him.

"Oh my god, what happened to you?!" Vikki asked worryingly keeping her voice low as she studied the wound on his shoulder.

"Ran into Mor..."

"Oh. I see, and she bit you?" Vikki asked looking Ira in the eye.

"Yeah," Ira said poking his wound watching the blood ooze up.

"Don't play with it!" Vikki hissed slapping his hand away. "Wait here, I'll get something to clean it with," she said before slipping out of his room. "So why did you run into Mor?" Vikki asked as she cleaned his wound.

"Well, she was working the door of that club you took me to, today. For some odd reason she took a liking to me..."

"Did she give you her number?" Vikki asked her eyes instantly glancing to him. "Did you call her the moment you got home?!" she asked when Ira nodded. "Oh dear," Vikki muttered when Ira shook his head.

"What?! What did I do wrong?" Ira asked looking over at her.

"You didn't. It's just with her kind the females are very..."

"Forceful?" Ira said with a pointed look trying not to hiss as Vikki applied antiseptic to his wounds.

"That's one way to put it," Vikki nodded dabbing lightly so not to hurt Ira. "That's the best I can do Ira. Don't worry Mor's bite isn't poisonous, at least not to her mate," she said flashing him a coy smile, "so Ira, how does it feel having all these women after you now, hmm?" Vikki asked resting her arms on his shoulders. Her body heating, her heart racing, as his hands, rested on her hips, he pulled her into him.

"Tiring... but in a good way," Ira said with a sly smirk.

Vikki's eyes widened a little then closed as she sank into his kiss. Her fingers weaving through his hair, moaning lightly as his hands squeezed her ass. The fires of her hunger burned in her eyes as Ira played with her chocolate starfish through the material of her shorts.

"You're bad," Vikki giggled as she pushed him away.

"Hey, you did turn me into this, don't hate the monster you created," Ira said pinching her nipple as he walked over to his dresser.

"Ira," Vikki whispered into his ear as she pressed her chest against his back.

"Hmm?" The sound of his elastic band snapped against his skin.

"You still like me, right?" Vikki muttered not letting her insecurities get to her.

"You are holding me, yes?"

"Yes..."

"Didn't I just kiss you, fondle your ass, let you treat my wounds?" Ira asked placing his hand over hers.

"Yes," Vikki said her lips pressing against his skin as her cheeks became flushed.

"What does that tell you Vikki? You've known me for how long now? Does that sound like me if didn't like you?"

"No, it sounds like you do like me," Vikki said trying not to smile.

"There see, no need to worry..." His voice stilled as Vikki hugged him tightly. Ira just stood there letting her have this, it seemed to him she needed it.

"Ira!" Bridgett called out, "you home yet!" she yelled walking down the hallway. "Baby?! What's the matter?" Bridgett asked seeing the tears in Vikki's eyes.

"Nothing..."

"Ira!" Bridgett growled as she stomped towards her brother, "what did you..."

"Brit, he's done nothing," Vikki said taking Bridgett by the shoulders.

"You sure," Bridgett said studying her girlfriend's face seeing Vikki nod. "Then way are there tears in your eyes, if Ira hasn't done anything?"

"Happy tears baby," Vikki said bringing Bridgett into a hug.

"Oh! Come," Bridgett said taking Vikki by the hand, "you can tell me about it," she said sweetly. "Ira?" Bridgett asked turning to look back at her brother.

"Yeah?" Ira muttered as he eyed his bookshelf.

"Thanks," Bridgett said scurrying over to him placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Sure," Ira said glancing at her. He had no earthly idea what he did, but he thought better than to voice that to his sister.

"Ira?" Cora called out five minutes after Bridgett had left.

Ira sighed loudly once he had chosen the book he wanted to enjoy for the rest of the night as he just lowered himself into his reading chair. Pinching the bridge of his nose rubbing the tiredness of from his eyes. "Yeah Mom, what is it?" Ira called back placing his book on his desk as he pushed himself out of his chair.

"Come watch a movie with me and your grandmother," Cora said meeting her son in his doorway, "I would really like it if you would," she said blushing, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Ira, come spend some time with your grandmother." Toni's voice carried from across the hall.

"Please baby?" Cora asked with pleading eyes.

"Alright, just one though," Ira huffed as his mother hugged him unexpectedly.

"Thank you sweetheart," Cora whispered into his ear, "this will be like our date night since we can't be seen out like lovers," she said hoping Ira could feel how hard her nipples were against his chest. Snuggling up to her son as Ira rested his hand on her ass as they walked down the hall.

"Come sit Ira," Toni said a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she patted the middle seat of the couch. "A movie night with my adorable grandson," she said pulling Ira into her as Cora surfed Netflix. "That one looks nice," Toni giggled as Cora stopped on "Devil's Advocate" nodding to Cora when she looked over at her. Rubbing her breast against his arm as her nightgown rode up her thighs. "Do you want to know what I have on underneath this silly excuse of fabric?" Toni whispered into his ear. Her soft sensuous lips brushed along his skin.

"Please say panties," Ira thought to himself.

"Wrong Ira," Toni chuckled softly, "touch your grandmother, Ira. She needs some relief like you have been spreading around this town," she said glancing at her daughter as she led Ira's hand between her thighs.

"Mom? Just what are you doing?" Cora asked seeing her mother's hand moving Ira's as the movie started.

"What? You've been fucking Ira for how long now? Why can't your mother have a taste of her grandson, hmm?" Toni asked as Ira's fingers danced along her labia. "You know how long it's been since I've been touched like this?" Her eyes glanced over at Ira smirking at his thought.

"But..."

"Please Cora, you were thinking about it too, you can't lie to your mother," Toni said releasing a light moan as Ira slipped a finger into her channel.

"Why wouldn't the Princess of Lies not know when someone was going to lie," Ira thought to himself fighting his eye roll.

"Ira, you don't want to see me angry. Keep your snark deep inside, or you will truly see a sight that has put fear into many an angel," Toni hissed in his ear. "So be a good boy and fuck your grandmother with your fingers."

"Yeah but, I was going to wait so Ira could enjoy the movie," Cora whispered bashfully looking away. Sucking on her lip as she felt her son slipping his hand into her pajama bottoms. "Do you like it Ira? I got it waxed today," she said as his hand ran along her dancefloor. Trembling as the tips of his fingers lightly and rapidly danced along her throbbing labia. "Yes Ira, touch your mother, she needs to feel good," Cora whispered lustfully as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Pay attention Ira," Toni said playfully slapping his wrist. "Mmm, that's a good boy," she cooed as Ira began to play with her clit.

For a better part of an hour Ira sat there between the Devil and his mother. His fingers were growing tired as Keanu Reeves moved across the TV screen. Ira felt a chill down his back as those half-lidded golden eyes of hers gazed at him. He could feel his mother stir as his grandmother's hand slipped through the slit of his pajama pants.

"Do you want the honors..." Cora was already moving the moment she saw the flash of her son's cock. "You've trained her well Ira," Toni whispered into his ear, "didn't think one of my offspring would fall underneath a incubus' charm. Then again, you are my grandson," she said rubbing his chest. "Cora let your mother have some," Toni purred as Ira's wet crown gazed up at her.

"Dear Penthouse, picture this if you will, the Devil and your own mother sharing your cock..." Ira smirked as that golden eye quickly peered at him from the corner of her eye. He wondered just how much he could get away with before she would make good on her threat. Taking a dry swallow as she pulled her nightgown up and over her shoulders. His heart hammered in his chest as his grandmother rose to stand on the couch. Her feet rested on either side of him, those wicked golden eyes stared down at him as she spread her labia open.

"Eat your grandmother's pussy, Ira," Toni commanded, "mmm, yes, taste your grandmother, Ira. Taste that wet pussy," she growled as she rubbed her mound over his mouth.

Cora quickly got to her feet, if her mother had her son's mouth occupied then she wasn't going to waste this opportunity. Slyly wiggling out her pajama pants, rubbing her very wet lips, giving her mound a light pat, feeling it quivering ready to feel her son returned to her. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as she felt his hands on her ass as she lined his cock up with her entrance. Softly moaning so not to overpower the TV so Bridgett and Vikki would think they were still watching the movie.

"God, baby, you're always so hard for me," Cora sighed in bliss.

Toni smirked down at Ira knowing the real reason. "Yes Ira, use that tongue," she cooed with a knowing smile, "mmm, your grandmother has some things to teach you about that, that doesn't mean you should stop," Toni hissed thrusting his tongue back into her cunt.

"Do you like that baby?" Cora asked as she wiggled down his cock. Rolling her hips making sure her womb and his manhood felt every little thing. "Oh baby!" Cora squealed as Ira thrust his hips upwards to say he did.

Peering over her shoulder noticing how her daughter was too focused on her son's cock as she should be since she was now his. Placing a barrier on Bridgett's door, something that her little succubus girlfriend wouldn't sense. Hellfire sparked in the center of her chest and rolled outward burning away her human disguise. "You like my breasts don't you Ira?" Lucifer asked her hands running over her now 32FF breasts. Watching how her grandson's eyes followed their bounce as they struck her chest. "You can touch them Ira," she said taking hold of his hands bringing them up to her chest, "yes that's better, don't you think? Doesn't it feel nice having them bulging out between your fingers...?"

"Mom, you don't..."

"Sleep Cora," Lucifer said placing her finger on her temple as she turned to look at her daughter. Catching her daughter by the arm, gently lowering her to the cushion to her left. "Don't worry Ira, she will awaken in a few hours' time. I would never hurt my own child. No matter how much you or anyone else thinks they know me," she said removing her mound from his face. Her eyes flickered down to the bite mark. Her hand slowly moved over the wound, sealing his skin before her eyes. Sinking down to her knees, running his face through the valley of her breasts, a smirk lifted the corner of her lips knowing how Ira loved the feel of them. "So my grandson, having sex with succubi and human women aren't enough for you, you seek out a..."

"Mor sought me gran..." Ira's voice stilled as she placed a finger on his lips.

"You will address me as Lucifer, Ira," she said hellfire burning in her pupils, "when we are alone or in my realm. So did you enjoy your first full-blooded demon, I already know you love angel pussy, since your cock hasn't stopped rubbing mine?" Lucifer asked reaching back holding his cock in-between her ass cheeks. "It's okay if you did Ira. There is nothing wrong with sex, God did have to flood the Earth to get rid of the Nephilim because my brothers and sisters couldn't keep from laying with man. Trust me Ira, angels aren't as holy as you think they are. My only crime was loving my father too much. For that I was tossed from Heaven. So how about I show my sweet grandson... no I am not going to call you that," she hissed reading his mind.

"You know for being the Devil, you aren't that much fun," Ira teased his grandmother.

"You sure about that Ira?" Lucifer asked taking hold of the base of his cock.

"I'm not sure of anything anymore grandma," Ira said smirking as her eyes narrowed dangerously, "but I'll risk it."

"You know?" Lucifer leaned in her lips an inch away from his. "If you weren't my grandson your little juicy bits would be splattered all over this room," she said her words carrying the hints of her sincerity.

"Yet, as you say that Luci," Ira chuckled inwardly at his grandmother's twitching cheek, "your hand hasn't let go of my cock all this time," he said knowing he was walking on thin ice. However, he was a demon after all and what are demons best known for. So what if the Devil was the object of his oppression. Ira found it fitting, wouldn't you? "Luci?"

"What is it Ira?" Lucifer sighed.

"Did you really possess that Emily Rose girl?" Ira asked. He always wondered if it actually was based on a true story like the movie claimed to be.

"Yes, why?"

"No reason, just wondering," Ira said quickly glancing down knowing his cock was lined up perfectly.

"Oh you fiend!" Lucifer hissed in mock shock as Ira's cock filled her mound. "You just can't get enough of your grandmother's pussy, can you?"

"Hey, you are the one throwing it at me. Don't blame me for fucking you," Ira grunted as his hands took hold of his grandmother's hips. Ira's head quickly darted around as unnatural darkness descended upon the room. Hell seemed to fill the room as Lucifer called it to the realm of man. Ira's heart raced as he stared into those glowing red pupils of his grandmother's eyes.

"I'm throwing my pussy at you, huh?" Lucifer growled hellfire licked her lips.

"Mmmhmm," Ira said nodding his head. He had already poked the bear; he saw no harm in poking it some more. He so wasn't expecting the chuckle that escaped her lips.

"You so remind me of me after the fall," Lucifer sighed her fingers combing through his hair as her hips rocked. "Always testing how far to push the one that has the power to destroy you."

"Well... I learned from the best grandma," Ira said placing his hands on her ass. Gently thrusting his cock into her, enjoying how her cunt wrapped his cock in heavenly bliss.

"Mmm, yes Ira, fuck the Devil, fuck her good," Lucifer panted her hips mirroring his thrust so both of them would get the most out of it.

"So question."

"Hmm?"

"Do I have to look out for you know?" Ira asked nodding towards the heavens.

"Of course, do you think God, or my sisters would allow my children to walk the earth," Lucifer said hiding her mirth at his shocked look. "What did you think the archangels were men? Please," she said rolling her eyes, "my father is a horny little man, most of the heavenly host is female. Ancient man couldn't accept the fact that most of God's horde were females and carried the power of Heaven behind them, so they wrote us in their little book as men," Lucifer said lightly bouncing on Ira's pole. "You should have seen my sister's face when Michelle learned scholars painted her as a man. She's a little prissy thing, so into her own image," she said giggling behind her hand.

"So did you like... you know?"

"Do you want to talk about this, or do you want to fuck me," Lucifer said wiggling her hips on his pole.

"Fuck you, then we'll talk," Ira grunted hammering into his grandmother's cunt.

"That's it Ira, fuck me hard," Lucifer said her eyes glinting in an eerie light. "Give it to me Ira, give me that cum Ira," she growled hungrily.

"So am I like the antichrist or something?" Ira asked as they rested on their couch. Arching an eyebrow at his grandmother as she doubled over in laughter.

"What makes you think that?" Lucifer asked her smile was plain as day.

"Well, I am your grandson, doesn't that like make me the baddy mcbad or something?"

"No, that would be my daughter," Lucifer said pointing at Cora. "That is if I want to start a war Ira. Tell me why would I do that when this world of man seems hell bent on coming into my arms willingly?"

"Oh? Well, I guess I can live with not being the cause of the end of the world."

"Aww, seems like you wanted it to be you," Lucifer teased.

"Nah, got enough on my plate as it is," Ira said glancing over at her.

"Hmm, yes, all those little mortals that have harmed you," Lucifer mused as her head rested on his shoulder as she gazed at him. "Do make them pay," she said reaching down gathering up his semen before bringing her fingers to her lips.

"I had plan too, grandma," Ira said smiling devilishly as she stopped cleaning her fingers as she gazed at him.

"One of these days Ira, I'm going to still that tongue of yours."

"You did, for about ten minutes," Ira said with a coy smirk. "Got to say, I didn't think the Devil would have a tasty pussy."

"Mmm, do you want another taste?" Lucifer asked spreading her legs.

"Maybe later," Ira yawned.

"Shame, but you can't do all those devious things without proper rest," Lucifer said shooting Ira a seductive smile.

"One last question," Ira said lifting himself off of the couch.

"Which is?"

"What exactly am I?"

"You are a fallen Nephilim just with a touch of demon in you," Lucifer said matter-of-fact as her hand ran down his arm as Ira stood beside her.

"And Mom and Bridgett?"

"They are the same, yet I plan on keeping them from knowing the truth. Once you know you are a Nephilim your powers will start to emerge. Then you become a target for Heaven, even more so since you all are my offspring. Now go to bed Ira, big plans tomorrow," Lucifer said with a knowing smile.

Ira awoke the next morning, brushed his teeth, took a shower, and had a warm breakfast with his family. Which he found odd given as he knew the truth about his grandmother. Who would have thought the Devil could make some mean french toast, or that he would be sharing jokes at the kitchen table with her. A thought crossed his mind - if she really went down to Georgia for a soul to steal. If the eye roll he saw was any indication he would have to say she did. Then he wondered if she liked losing that fiddle of gold. Ira stopped himself from bursting out in laughter as her eyes shot towards him. Who knew his grandmother was a sore loser? Then there was that old tale he had heard about the bargain she had made with a man. Where he couldn't bathe or change his clothes for a whole year while wearing this particular coat. If her reddening face was any sign that the tale was true then he definitely hit the nail on the head.

"Do you have no sympathy for the Devil?" Toni whispered.

"Which version the Rolling Stones one or the Guns and Roses one," Ira said biting his lip to keep from smiling.

"Ugg!" Toni huffed.

"Ira don't tease your grandmother," Cora said setting the plate of bacon on the table.

"Thank you dear," Toni said turning her nose up at Ira. All the while peering out of the corner of her eye seeing that mischievous light in her grandson's eye.

"Viiiikkiii? Briiiidgeett? Breakfast is ready!" Cora called out to them.

With breakfast well behind them, Bridgett and Vikki waved to Cora as they pulled out of the driveway. Ira gave his mother a nod when she called out to him to be nice to his sister. Where they were going he had no clue. They wouldn't tell him, just wanting to surprise him. It seemed like forever they drove on. Taking turns here, a twist there, down one way streets to where Ira couldn't say. That was until his sister pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater.

"No way?!"

"Yes way," Bridgett said peering over her shoulder.​