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"Ira?!" Lucifer said softly, her fingers gently wrapped around Ira's wrist.

"Hmm?!"

"Do you truly love me, or do you do this out of fear of me?"

"To be honest, at first, yeah I was afraid of you. I mean come on you are the Devil. Let's face it Grandma, you really have been painted as the villain in this story. So you can see why I was," Ira said, resting his chin on her shoulder as he held his grandmother close. "But then I started thinking about all the times you watched over me when news of Mom's job came to light, and they were gone almost weekly when Bridgett turned eighteen; or the times I just appeared at your door. For someone who's all big and bad, that's an odd thing to do," he teased; his right hand shyly ran along his grandmother's stomach. "Then I said to myself, if you were hiding out all this time, nothing was forcing you to be nice to me or your other children. It just seems with us you know who we are down to our core since we are a family." Feeling his grandmother's body still against him as his hand cradled her right breast. "Tell me Luci, what kind of grandson would I be if I left when my grandmother is hurting," Ira whispered.

"Ira!" Lucifer softly gasped as Ira teased her nipple while he rolled her breast in his hand. It reminded her so much of when her father did such a thing. Her fingers skimmed along the back of Ira's left hand.

"After what I saw happen to Raphaela, I kind of figured you tasted it again and miss it ever more." His eyes glanced at her as her hand had been leading his to her paradise. Feeling her pressing slightly on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her golden eyes silently yearning for his touch. "Luci?"

"Yes Ira?" Lucifer's chest rose slightly, biting gently on her soft pink lips as they glisten in the light of the underworld. Her golden eyes shimmered in her desire as the tips his fingers lightly dance along her labia. Fighting back a moan as Ira continued to tease her hard nipple. Whimpering when he rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"You know I can give you that if it's what you need right now?" Ira slyly glanced at his grandmother.

"Are you aware of what you're asking of me? If you were able to do that I would never let you go Ira," Lucifer said, her thighs rubbed together silently telling those tantalizing fingers of his to delve deeper into wonderland.

"Come on, really?!" Shooting his grandmother a look before rolling his eyes. "I'm your grandson, I highly doubt you would ever let me go."

"Yes Ira," Lucifer purred, her experienced hand shot down helping his teasing fingers to find that hot wet hole Ira had been toying with. "Feel how wet I am for you," hellfire leaped from her pupils as her hips gently rocked on Ira's fingers. Knowing she was going to have to speed up her plan if God was making his move. Her body quaked, her breath steadily grew, her right hand clawed up the fabric of his jeans. Slowly turning in his arms as her hand danced along his groin. Her eyes peering over Ira's shoulder. She wanted to be on a bed laying in the bliss of her grandson's touch. The back of her finger trailed down Ira's left cheek. With a blink of her eye rearranging her realm around them, smiling up at Ira as her back rested on the mattress of her bed.

The sole of her foot glided along the sheet as her knee bent, her hips rolled as Ira's fingers danced so perfectly in her tight canal. Her nails raked along the spider web silk sheets; it was the only thing close she could find to mimic the fabric of Heaven. She could feel it coming she wanted this. Her skin prickled in electricity as Ira's lips gently plucked at the side of her breast. "Yes Ira, make the Devil cum for you," Lucifer growled hungrily, all light around her body faded as if being eaten by a deep black pit. The very source of the pit of Hell burned in a blood-red light in the pupils of her eyes as the molecules of her body began to vibrate at a higher rate. Tossing her head back as her angelic light flared from her eyes.

The tips of her fingers ran along his neck, along his jaw bringing those tantalizing lips of his to hers. She wanted to be in his arms when she came. Her tongue curled out taunting him to sink deeper into their kiss. Her fingers ran down Ira's back as their tongues swirled around each other's. With a snap of her fingers her body burst in the most brilliant soft periwinkle, her very being slowly engulfed Ira lifting him off the bed, touching very aspect of his own essence while removing his clothes at the same time. Brushing along his fingers as her gaseous form flowed through them as she spun Ira around. Feeling his fingers squeezing her ethereal essence once she had solidified it enough for Ira to feel some resistance as she lowered him to the bed.

Her heavy 32FF breasts swayed as her body materialized above Ira's. Her lips gently lifted from Ira's; her smooth thigh brushed along his allowing him to feel every curve of her womanly body. A soft gasp of want left her lips as Ira's fingertips danced down her spine.

"Ira," Lucifer whispered, her golden eyes studied his, wondering if he knew what was going to happened.

"Yeah?"

"Never mind," Lucifer said, smirking inwardly, interested in seeing if he could figure it out on his own.

"O-okay." Ira arched an eyebrow as his grandmother kissed down his chest. However, that all left his mind as one of the most magnificent things happened, his grandmother's tongue ran up the back of his cock, allowing it to drag down her neck, between her heavenly orbs then repeating the order in reverse.

A satisfied, lustful smile formed on her lips as she watched those muscles dancing under his skin as her tongue circled the crown of his rod before her lips wrapped around his mushroom top. Her eyes flashed in a predatory light at his moan. Showing her grandson's cock the love she once showed her father. She wanted his cum flooding her mouth. She wanted to drink down his hot seed. To show him he was right she was never going to let him go. After five minutes she moaned around his shaft as his semen flooded her mouth. No. After what was going to happen to them, she was never going to lose him. Her eyes watched his as his watched her swallowing his hot load. A smirk rose on her lips when he was mastering his incubus powers as his cock remained hard. Her eyes snapped open, feeling her grandson's cock growing against her cheek. Her cheeks heated as Ira wore an arrogant, smug smirk when she wasted no time in sliding down his cock.

Her nails dragged lightly down Ira's chest as she felt their two spirits joining. Her tongue ran along her upper lip loving the feeling of having Ira touching that magical place. Her wings unfurled, sensuously biting her lip as her angelic energies began to bubble, her hips glided along his loving the feeling of being on top. She needed him to cum when she did, so her essence could mix with his. Tossing back her head as Ira's hands cradled her breasts.

"Oh, look at you getting all nice and tight on me," Ira said, his eyes dancing in delight as her breasts were sandwiched between his fingers as his grandmother's folds squeezed his cock.

"Ira." Her voice left her lips in a soft, sensuous whisper. Her fingers skimmed along his skin as she leaned back. Her body trembled as her hips rocked faster, she could feel the fire of the spark between the two as his rod closed the gap in-between them. "Cum with me, I want to feel your cum as..."

"As you explode in that psychedelic light show," Ira said, finishing for his grandmother. Feeling her cunt gripping his cock like it had a death grip on it as his fingers pressed in on her nipples.

"Mmmhmm," Lucifer purred, her eyes heavy as her burning desire filled them, her hand moved along his stomach coming to rest in the center of it. Those same red pupils stared down at Ira as she rode his cock hard and fast. "That's it Ira cum with me!" Lucifer howled as her angelic light flooded her circle of Hell. His white, hot semen frozen in midair once it left the tip of Ira's cock only to fade into Lucifer's essence.

"Thank you Ira," Lucifer said sweetly, her finger drew lazily along Ira's chest as she snuggled up to his left while his face was buried in her bosom. "I guess you were right, I did need that," she lied. Although she wouldn't deny she did love it.

"Hey, no problem Grandma," Ira said, his voice muffled by his grandmother's bountiful breasts.

Giggling softly as she stroked the back of his head, smiling lovingly down at her grandson as she felt the naughty things his lips were doing to her breasts. Biting her lip as the heat of Ira's naked body began to rekindle her smoldering embers. "I'll see you soon," Lucifer whispered before sending Ira back to the mortal realm. Curling herself into a ball a tear ran down her cheek as she said goodbye to her father.

Ira's arms flew up as he appeared on his bed, shielding his face from his soiled underwear as his clothes once again appeared over him. Tossing the clothes onto his floor, bringing up his hand, giving it a couple squeezes. A perverted smile spread across his lips knowing he had done the one thing no man dared to do before.

"Mmm, what's this?" Vikki cooed standing at the foot of his bed. Her ruby eyes ran up his body, finally being able to see all three different energies that made up Ira's life force. She wondered if that was the reason they all wanted him. Was it because he was so unique that anything else would taste like greasy two-day old steak, or could it be because he was Nephilim? That one question exploded her mind with even more questions when she asked herself that same question last night. Her nose wiggled when she smelled something strange. Something that looked like pussy juice but smelled far different than demon or human. "Ira who did you just fuck?" Her body slithered up his before her arms pinned Ira's head between them. "You can tell me Ira, I'm not mad, I just want to know who you have just got done fucking?" Vikki asked once again, her ruby eyes burned into his, her crimson hair cascaded down around his head.

"Lucifer," Ira said matter-of-fact. Vikki's eyes went wide, her body stilled as she slowly looked down his body then back up to Ira's face.

"Are you telling me my lady's pussy has been wrapped around your cock?" Vikki asked, her eyes burning brightly.

"Yeah, why..." Ira began to asked only to gasp loudly as Vikki sucked, licked, caressed his cock.

"She tastes so good!" Vikki cried; her body wiggled in excitement as she rubbed Ira's cock against her cheek. "I wish I could taste it from the..." her head slowly turned; a very creepy smile crept along her lips. Hovering over Ira once again within seconds. "Ira," Vikki whispered, picking imaginary lint from Ira's chest. Her human form burned away as her demonic side rushed to the surface. Her bat-like wings unfurled, her tail whipped in her arousal. Her horns gleamed in the afternoon light. Feeling the head of his wet slick cock rubbing up and down her pussy.

"Yeah?" Ira said, knowing the look in her eyes meant this wasn't going to end well for him.

"From now on, whenever you fuck her let me clean your cock," Vikki said sternly, she wasn't going to pass this chance up ever again. "Please Ira, I'm unworthy to taste it from the source. You have to let me, you have no idea how lucky you are," she pleaded, biting the inside of her cheek as the tip of his rod teased her labia.

"Sure, if that's what you want, go for it," Ira said, not seeing what the fuss was over the taste of his grandmother's sex. Vikki squealed in delight as she kissed Ira, her lips pulling away from his as she sank down his hard pole.

It was six p.m. in the evening as Ira rested his head against the back of his reading chair. He had thought he had caught up with his missed sleep from the weekend, yet it appeared he was wrong. His eyes were nearly closed when he heard his mother's soothing, seductive voice drift through the air of his room.

"Baby," Cora cooed as she slid into his lap. Her arm rested on his shoulder, rolling the locks of his hair around her finger as she kept her breasts at his eyelevel.

"Yeah Mom," Ira said, feeling his body heating as his mother's tits bounced before his eyes.

"You left me all alone Friday. I was so sad that you forgot," Cora pouted, thrusting the left side of Ira's face against her right breast.

"I'm sorry Mom, something came up that I had to deal with," Ira said, his pupils dilated as he watched from inches away as his mother's nipple hardened right before his eyes.

"I know how you can make it up to me," Cora said, a mischievous grin spread along her lips as she looked down at her son.

"Okay," Ira said, skeptically. "How?"

"You can help me do another video, but this time not in the house," Cora said, her hand running along his chest. When she made the first movie with her son she had no idea it would sell so fast, and when they sent off the one they had made in her bathroom, it only confirmed to her that her son would be her rising star. Plus, this way, she could spend time with her son alone. "How does taking your mother out to the fair sound to you?" Keeping her coy smirk from showing as she turned slightly to allow her nipple to barely brush along Ira's lower lip. "Sounds like a reasonable compensation for standing me up, don't you think?" Cora asked, giving her son a look he knew all too well.

"Yes Mom, when are we leaving?"

"Five minutes," Cora stated, knowing it would give her time to get into the sundress she had planned on wearing. Plus it would give her a way to fuck her son without coming out and revealing that was what they were doing. "Mmm," she softly moaned as her lips left her son's, "I've been waiting to do that all day. Now you better be ready in five," Cora purred, allowing her ass to fill her son's gaze as she rose. Sucking in a breath as his hand slapped her ass and gave it a squeeze before leaving his room.

Her thin white sundress swayed gently along her body as she came down the stairs. She wanted her son to see that she wore practically nothing underneath it as the recessed lighting showed through the material of her dress. Although she was glad it was going to be twilight when they got there. She didn't want to show the whole world her body just her son for the night.

"Bridgett!" Cora called out as her eyes fell upon her son. She couldn't wait to have her son thrusting his cock deep into her cunt.

"Yeah Mom," Bridgett called back, trying to steady her voice as Vikki teased her while they were in the kitchen.

"Your brother and I are leaving we'll be home in two hours or so," Cora said, flashing her son a coy smile. Her eyes flickered down at the cock she was going to be cumming on a lot tonight.

"Okay! You two be safe... Not there Vikki!" Bridgett squealed from the heart of the kitchen.

"Mmm..." Sauntering seductively towards Ira, a confident smirk rose on her lips as her son's eyes followed the bounce of her breasts. Stopping a few inches from him, reaching up, her fingers weaved through strands of Ira's hair. Smiling down at the top of his head as she buried his face in her cleavage. Biting her lip as she felt his hands sliding along her hips before coming to a rest on her ass. "You like mama's tits don't you baby?" Cora whispered; gooseflesh raced along her skin as Ira mumbled. "Maybe when we get back you'll lavish your mother's breasts with those soft sweet kisses, hmm?" Her cheeks heated; her pussy throbbed as Ira squeezed her ass as he pulled her closer. "I'll take that as a yes," she giggled as Ira nodded in the valley of her breasts. "Now we best be going... trust me Ira mama isn't going to let this go to waste," Cora whispered rubbing Ira's cock before reaching for the doorknob.

Her hair whipped behind her as her Jaguar F-TYPE sped down county road five. Her heart raced as she glanced down as her son held her hand. She had forgotten when he had stopped doing that. It felt like she was sixteen all over again on a date with her first crush. Shaking her head at her nervousness, she was a porn star after all, she had pretty much done everything -- not counting the more bizarre porn out in the world these days. Glancing out of the corner of her eye as she rounded the curve at her son. While she knew he had to sleep with other women to keep himself alive -- she did wonder what his incubus form looked like. Was it like Vikki's? She wondered how she could see it and not reveal that she knew -- it always felt like when she was with him she was the only one in his life. Her thumb brushed along the backside of Ira's left hand as her mind raced. Was she actually falling for her own son? A son she had raised, a son she had come to know so intimately. Could it be she was falling in love with him? She knew how impromptu this all was. She also knew how if this was Dominic he would have bitched and complained nonstop that it was so last minute, yet with her son it appeared to her that Ira was far more laid back than his own father was. Although making up for their missed Friday didn't hurt either. Four days without feeling her son's cock deep within her cunt was an affront of nature.

Her car slowed as the parking attendants directed her to her parking spot. The hidden machinery roared to life as the top rose slowly. Her perfume filled the car's interior as the top latched into place. Her brown eyes, the flecks of green within them flashed in the waning light, as she looked over at her son as his eyes scanned the horizon. Her body heated as she felt her son cupping her left breast as she reached for her purse. A soft sensuous moan escaped her lips as Ira gave her nipple a gentle pinch.

"You should wait for later to get your mother all worked up," Cora said in a soft purr. "Although if you like we can work out that horniness before we go in," a mischievous smile spread across her lips as Ira's seat lowered. Her eyes darted down to his lap as his hands patted his thighs. Her teeth dragged along her lower lip as she debated on her next action. Her head darted around looking for the attendants and the people who came to enjoy the fair. Quickly crawling into his lap once the coast was clear. "You want to fuck your mother, don't you Ira?" Cora asked, her raven hair fell past her ears spilling down onto Ira's shoulders as she loomed over him. Her hard sensitive nipples teased his chest as her eyes studied her son's. "Tell me Ira, tell me how much you want me," she demanded, her hips moved on their own to ignite that soft mound of flesh below her. Her fingers wrapped around the fabric of his shirt as her clit rubbed along his groin. "Tell me baby!" Her eyes pleaded in a quivering need to feel her son's love.

"Mom," Ira said, watching his mother's face. Unsure how to give her what she wanted after what they had done to him. Yet she was his mother, she at least needed to know he didn't use her for sex like he did with Beth and Cybil. "Yeah mom, I want you, not to use you as you and dad did me but because I love you as my mother and because I love making you squirt your juice all over the place. But what you and dad did to me, especially dad fucking every girl I was ever interested in -- why? All of my so called friends sending me short clips of them fucking you, even as lousy as they were at it, rubbing my nose in it that they'd had you.

And there was nothing I could do about it. That is what cut so deep, hurt me to my core, that betrayal by you and dad. Layla, the librarian, wanted me, me mom! She wanted no part of your porn movies. But you and dad went and fucked that up for me too; by tricking her into thinking she was coming over to help me, then fucking her in our living room... she was only waiting until I was 18, so she wouldn't get in trouble for me being a minor, 18 years old... that's all. Do I want you mom? Yes. You are my mother and I love you and want you, I don't grudge fuck you or revenge fuck you -- I have the girls from school for that - but I still feel, deeply, the betrayal writ by you and dad."

Cora's lip trembled, tears were just about to explode from her eyes, had prayed he didn't know what they were doing, but this told her they had been utterly stupid to believe they could keep the truth hidden from him. As for all the boys who'd tormented Ira, (she vaguely recalled him saying something about it before) well she would just need to think on what to do about them...

"Do you want mama to take care of this?" Cora asked, her hand ran down Ira's chest coming to a rest over his cock.

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded.

"Good. I'm yours Ira, I'll always be yours," Cora purred the blue mist of Ira's demonic energies swirled within her eyes as she captured his lips. The tips of her fingers took hold of the tab, lowering his zipper. Threading her hand through it, feeling the heat that was trapped inside warming her hand as she snaked her way into his underwear. Her hand wrapping around his stiff cock. A primal purr rumbled in her chest as it ran up and down his nine and a half inch cock. Guiding his rod blind as she posed it at her entrance, sinking down on it, biting her lip as her folds wrapped around her son's youthful rod. "Doesn't my pussy feel so sweet, baby?"

"Mmmhmm," Ira hummed as his mother rocked on his hard pole.

"Then you mustn't leave it so lonely ever again," Cora said heatedly, pumping her hips sending her son's cock deep into the heart of her core.

Twenty minutes later, Ira stood outside his mother's car waiting while she wiped herself clean. Turning in time to see his mother licking the paper napkin she had used to wipe his cum oozing out of her cunt. Looking away when his mother froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Pulling out his phone when he felt it buzzing in his pocket.

"Hello Ira." Ira scowled when he saw Andrew's text. "I'm just informing you that I have gotten Mark to back off. There is a rumbling going around about your current... development with the ladies -- namely Beth and Cybil. I'll inform you if or when I hear more. So please, please, please don't send me back!" Chuckling inwardly, he so had to ask his grandmother what she did to him while he was in Hell. His thumb scrolled the messages upward, arching an eyebrow when he saw Beth's text.

"Ira! Where are you?! I thought you would be here fucking me! I need it Ira!"

"Sorry, family matters I had to attend to. Don't worry I wouldn't leave that little pussy of yours alone for long," Ira texted back.

"But, but... where are you? Maybe I can meet up with you?!"

"At the fair with my mother, don't worry Beth, I'll fuck you good and hard tomorrow," Ira wrote back, knowing how needy they were when he didn't visit them for more than a day or two.

"You better!" Beth texted sending along with a pouting emoji. His phone buzzed violently in his hand when Beth sent two dozen photos. He could feel himself hardening once again as he scrolled through them. His ears perked up at the sound of the car door opening. Quickly, he pocketed his phone as his mother slid out of the car.

"Sorry about that Ira, I just can't help myself around you," Cora whispered wantonly in her son's left ear as she snuggled up to him. "Now how about we go enjoy the fair, hmm?"

"Sure," Ira said with a nod.

Cora felt her cheeks heating as she and her son walked hand in hand towards the entrance to the fair. When he and her daughter were younger she and her mother would always bring them. Now, however, as she slyly studied her son, the man who has given her so many orgasms, especially when he constantly got her to squirt; a feat not even her soon-to-be ex-husband could accomplish. She wondered where this man, the one her son was turning into, had been hiding himself. She knew it wasn't because he was an incubus. That didn't change who her son was, just made him more... interesting. Still the question begged her to find the answer, even if there was no answer to be found.

Cora stood back as she gave the money to Ira so her body wouldn't be caught in the bright lights hanging under the eave of the roof. Brushing her hair behind her ear as her son looked back at her when he was talking to the ticket vendor. Her heart fluttered when the words left his lips when she heard him say she was his girlfriend; oh, she knew he was only doing it so they wouldn't draw suspicion about them due to her hanging on to him, yet, to be called his girlfriend, well, she didn't know how to rightly take that. On the one hand she was his mother and should only be thought as such, and on the other there were the tenuous words that made her knees shake like she was a little girl all over again. Whereupon she felt wanted, needed, and desired; unlike with Dominic over the past year. As Ira returned with tickets in hand, her eyes burned in blissful joy that she was indeed his girlfriend and his mother. The only woman Ira needed to take care of him. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop him from sleeping around; that was just who he was now. Although, while he was home Ira's needs would surely be taken care of by her.

"You ready?" Ira asked, trying not to notice the weird look his mother was giving him.

"To continue our date?! Oh most certainly," Cora said with a coy smile.

For an hour they walked around the grounds, playing a game here and there. Enjoying the sights as Cora never let go of his hand unless it was when she watched him play whatever game caught his fancy. That all came to a stop when a big, round, hairy man called her son out. She tried to distract her son from the man's foul words which were also directed at her in a roundabout way.

"Don't worry, I got this." Cora didn't like the smirk she saw on his lips but knew she could never talk her son out of something when he already decided on it. Cora huffed irritably, crossing her arms along her upper stomach causing her breasts to push up. Her eyes shot daggers at the man when he vaguely insulted her son.

"So all I have to do is ring that bell?" Ira asked, looking up at the bell of the High Striker. Even in one hand the rubber sledgehammer felt too light. Ever since he had become a demon he had noticed his strength had increased or was that simply because of what he was born as. This he rightly didn't know, yet that didn't matter, all that mattered was how he interacted with the human world. "You don't mind if I use one arm, do you?" Ira didn't take the man's laughter too seriously he was used to being laughed at.

"It's your money kid," the man chuckled wiping his tear away.

"You better have my prize ready," Ira said sternly, lifting the hammer straight up, the air swished around the rubber head of the mallet as it sped down towards the striker. A loud ding rang out as the bell tolled for him. "I want that one," he said, pointing at the Sally doll from 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'. Ira kept his amusement hidden as the man, a look of shock plastered all over his face, passed him the doll, walking through the crowd smugly as he left the man behind. "Here you are," Ira said, handing the doll to his mother.

Her eyes blinked for a couple of seconds, her brain didn't register his words, replaying back the scene she had just witnessed. "T-thank... you, Ira," Cora stuttered, coming out of her stupor. Feeling her face burning, hugging the doll tightly to her chest, feeling bashful all of a sudden with her son. "Come," quickly reaching down, taking hold of his hand, and leading him towards the Ferris wheel. "Let's see what we can see from the top of it," Cora said, smiling over her shoulder, knowing that was where they were going to do it. She knew the lights of the fair would give the camera in her purse enough to record by. "Aww!" she pouted as a line twenty people deep greeted them as they arrived. Feeling her son's eyes on her as they stood behind an elderly couple as well as feeling how wet her cunt was getting at what was about to happen. She knew the only thing that would make it return to its slumber was the beast in her son's pants: a beast her pussy was hell-bent on taming.

Glancing at her son when a group of teenage girls filed up behind them. Her heart swelled in her chest when he didn't bother giving them a moments glance. His eyes were solely on her; and that's the way she planned on keeping it. The moment the cab was vacant it swung slowly, it began bounding and swaying as Ira clambered aboard and sat down while Cora slipped the operator three hundred dollars and whispered for him to give them thirty minutes at the top, noting how her son had already settled in.

"Private car ladies," Cora said coldly, closing the door, so she and her son would have it to themselves. Falling onto her son as the car jostled. Setting her purse beside Ira's left hip her right leg brushed along his left as she lowered herself into his lap. "Thank you for tonight, Ira. You don't know how much I've really enjoyed our night alone together," she said sweetly, her hands rested on his chest. Her thumbs circled his nipples as the cab gently rocked as they waited for passengers to load into the other cars.

"I can tell," Ira said, with a sly smile.

"Oh? Then you wouldn't mind if your mother does something for you?" Cora asked coyly.

"Nope. Not one bit," Ira said, knowing his mother as he did this was the place she wanted to make her movie.

"Good," Cora purred, sliding her arms around his neck, her lips neared his as she rubbed her hungry cunt along her son's groin. Marking Ira in her scent, telling the world her son was hers. The smacking of their lips echoed in the car as Cora slid down Ira's body coming to rest on her knees between his legs. Her hand stroked along his cock once it free. "Look in my purse baby and get the Go-Pro, I wouldn't want the camera to miss this," Cora said, smirking devilishly up at her son. The moment the camera rested on his forehead and it was recording she attacked her son's cock with a vengeance. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, she delighted in the moans that were filling that little cabin. Her ears perked when she heard the operator's voice over the built-in speakers telling everyone there had been a mechanical malfunction and that it would take thirty minutes to repair. "Excellent, gives me plenty of time," Cora thought to herself. "We don't have long son," Cora stated looking up at her son. "Your mother really needs you to fuck her right now!" she said, mostly for Ira but for the camera too. Scurrying over to the other bench seat, hiking up her dress, spreading her legs for the man she was falling for. "Come son, come fuck your mother's hot, wet and oh so fuck-able pussy," Cora demanded, her fingers running up her glistening labia, giving Ira and the camera a show.

Biting her lip, her eyes wouldn't leave Ira's stout pole. Her left leg extended, hooking around Ira's right pulling him into her. Her eyes pointed down telling him where to point the camera.

"Look at my baby's nice, hard cock," Cora purred, as her hands gently wrapped around his shaft, giving that rod a few soft strokes. "Mmm, just look at it, my son is going to fuck me good and hard with this isn't he?" Drawing his attention towards her face and blowing the camera a kiss.

"Of course Mom," Ira said, playing into his role. He wondered if these videos were selling for her, curious if it was the money, or the thought of fucking him on camera, was why she wanted to make another one. Or maybe, even both.

"Good... oh shit!" Cora gasped loudly as his head penetrated her mound. "Mmm... fuck! God, you're so big baby!" she loudly moaned as Ira thrust the entirety of his cock into her. "That's it fuck your mother, fuck her hard!" A lustful growl emanated from her throat as his pole surged through her moistening folds.

"You like that, don'tcha Mom?" Ira asked, his thumb rolling along her clit as he felt her pussy gripping his cock like a vice.

"Mmmhmm," Cora nodded slyly. Her hands cradled her breasts, playing with them as she gazed lasciviously at Ira as she squeezed them. "Fuck me harder baby, you know my pussy can take that big cock," she cooed, pinching her nipples as her back arched.

Ira grunted as he watched his mother's eyes flutter as he drove his root to the base. Pushing up her legs, letting the camera catch the sight of how her juices were flowing down the bench. "Look at all that cream Mom. You must have cum at least three times," Ira chuckled as his mother's cheeks blushed as she looked down bashfully.

"I can't help it baby, you're cock is just so perfect for my cunt," Cora said, her hands ran up his chest, her fingers bunching up his shirt around them as her breathing increased rapidly. "I'm going to cum, oh fuck! Yes!" she cried out, her voice vibrating the panes of glass as she came once again on her son's cock. "Shit! Hurry baby, cum in me!" Cora said, frantically beating his chest with the palms of her hands as the operator announced the ride was fixed. Far shorter than what she had paid for. She was just going to have to rely on the video they had shot in the car. She'd just have to blur Ira's face out when she gets it to the studio for editing. Her mouth hung agape; her eyes rolled into the back of her head feeling his hot seed filling her womb as the ride started back up. Feeling his cum oozing out of her cunt as Ira pulled out. She quickly snatched the Go-Pro from Ira's head when she saw how close they were to the ground. Roughly pushing the hem of her dress down, shoving the camera back into her purse, ensuring that it was, indeed, off. Fixing herself up as their cab gradually slowed then stopped all together.

Her hand slid down the underside of Ira's right forearm before the palm of her hand pressed against his, wrapping her fingers around his hand as Ira stepped out of the cab. "Let's go home baby," Cora whispered into his ear, feeling his cum running down her thighs as they walked past the group of people waiting for their turn on the ride.

As they walked back to his mother's car, Ira felt a prickling on the back of his neck; he knew one of them was watching him, but who? He tried to keep it from showing as they neared the row they had parked in. He knew he was going to have to send his mother home alone. Ira didn't want her caught up in whatever was about to happen.

"Mom?" Ira's hand slipped out of hers as he pulled away.

"What is it baby?" Cora asked confused at his behavior.

"I need you to get in your car and go home... and don't look back," Ira said with his back to his mother, as his eyes scanning the skies for angels.

"Ira, I won't!" A gasp escaped her lips as she saw the same colored eye that Vikki had as he peered over his right shoulder.

"Please Mom, I need you to go. It's going to get..."

"Get... what?! Speak to me Ira, tell me what's coming, why must I leave?!" Cora asked, fear welled in her heart; not about the approaching danger, it was fear that her son was going to get hurt or injured badly.

"I can't say, but you need to go," Ira said, knowing if he said more it was likely to awaken her Nephilim side. Something he didn't want for her. Something he doubted his mother could understand or come to grips with.

"Okay son, I trust you; but you better come home without a scratch on you," Cora said in a stern, motherly voice. Rushing up to him, throwing her arms around him hugging him tightly. Silently telling him she believed in him. Placing a quick kiss on his cheek before she ran to her car. As she neared the paved road Cora dared to look back in the rear view mirror. A shocked gasp escaped her lips as her eyes viewed her son's wings as they unfurled, a blue flaming sword appeared in his hand. His tail whipped lazily before she watched her son bend down slightly before taking to the air. "Be safe Ira, and you better come back to me," Cora whispered to the mirror, her grip tightening on the steering wheel as she sped off; she wasn't going to hinder her son. If he felt he couldn't fight with her around then she would make sure she was far away and safe, so her son could give it his all. Cora wasn't about to be left alone: not now, not ever, not after what her heart had finally admitted to itself.

Ira raced into the sky only to be knock off course a hundred feet in the air. For someone so small he didn't think she would have the strength, yet again it appeared he was wrong. His muscles strained and trembled as he struggled to throw her off. Pain radiated throughout his body as his back crashed into the ground. Air rushed out of his lungs as Gabriella planted her foot squarely in his gut before fluttering twenty feet away.

"For someone named after a Primal Sin you are awfully weak for a Nephilim," Gabriella hissed, her fingers drummed along the hilts of her daggers. Her golden eyes narrowed as she posed herself for another attack. She had to know. She had to know why he was like this. She shouldn't be having this easy of a time fighting someone like Ira. She knew there was something odd about him, but she had observed him for so long and nothing had come out of it. This, it seemed, was the only course of action she had left to figure out why he wasn't using his full powers.

"Yeah well, no one thought, in that sexy little body of yours, you would have this kind of strength," Ira said weakly, staggering to his feet, he so had to stop running on empty; it was going to get him killed one of these days. "I thought me and God had a deal? Seems even he can't be trusted," he said, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. Gathering what strength his tired body could muster. If he was going to die then at least he could take her out with him.

"Hmpf!" Gabriella huffed as the blades of her daggers blocked his blow. Her eyes went wide as she was unable to stop it as it pushed her back causing her feet to dig through the dirt. That was when she saw it, there deep within those burning ruby/golden eyes of his. She knew it was a low blow, but it was the only thing she could think of so quickly. Her foot lifted off the ground, speeding upwards, she felt sorry for him as his eyes went wide when her foot connected to his family jewels.

"Low blow." Ira's voice went two octaves lower as the words left his lips. Groaning in pain as his sword fell from his hand, he fell to his knees cupping his throbbing manhood attempting to still the pain. He didn't see the kick until it was too late; as it struck him square across the chest. His body tumbled, rolled, and flipped as his aunt sent him sailing across the ground.

"Sorry about the balls," Gabriella said, her small ass rested lightly on Ira's stomach. "But it was the only way to get you to stop."

"You could have just asked," Ira said, pain lacing his words.

"Then I wouldn't have been able to answer the question that's been plaguing me since your second fight with Raphaela," Gabriella said, lifting her ass slightly, rising the back of her robe so he could feel her bare ass and mound as her small hands roamed his chest. "Relax, I'm going to heal you," she said seeing his reaction, a white soothing light bathed his chest as her hands roamed over the area that had endured her kick. Reaching behind her, cupping his crotch, biting her lip as she felt the cock that could rival her father's. "Do you want to know what I found Ira?" Gabriella asked, her golden eyes shimmered lustfully as her hand wouldn't let go of his manhood.

"Sure, why not... and you know you can stop right?" He tried to stop himself from hardening as her fingers ran up the back of his cock as she leaned forward, yet that was clearly impossible.

"Do you really want me to?" Gabriella cooed, as she gently rubbed her mound along his stomach, their lips were only inches apart. "As to what I have found," her eyes looked deeply into his, "you haven't truly awakened yet."

"Do what?!" Ira asked, confused. He was sure he had heard her wrong. Wasn't that why his horns, wings, his skin, and hair changed: because he had indeed awoken as a Nephilim/demon/human hybrid?​