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Porn Star Family Pt. 01

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For the first sixteen years of Ira Roderick’s life he thought nothing of what his parents did for a job, until one fateful day when a friend called him over to show him something really special. Like all boys his age, – virgins – Ira was interested in porn. With the internet opening up the world of sex to his young mind, oh how he fought off the hordes of naked breasts that danced in his dreams. However, that world came crashing down when he arrived at his friend’s house only to be laughed at, by rubbing in his face, his mother on screen getting double penetrated, one of them his own father.

From that day forward Ira began to notice how the men and women around the Bridgeport housing community stared at his mother and father. It seemed to him his parents weren’t affected by it the way he was. Not that he was ashamed of his parents, he just didn’t understand why they had to be in porn. Then again, Ira was never going to find out since he had no plans on discussing this with them. That was how life for Ira played out as he walked down the street of the cul-de-sac his house was on. His shoulders sagged slightly knowing how everyone he knew was out to either fuck his mother or his father. So, Ira stopped hanging out with people knowing they were only using him to gain access to his parents.

Grumbling loudly as he saw his sister’s car, knowing if she was here her loudmouth lesbian girlfriend was with her. He did love his sister, like any brother should, it was just the woman she brought home every damn time they had free time off from college was… to say Ira disliked that woman was an understatement. The last time he saw his sister, it ended with him roughly throwing his sister’s girlfriend out of his room, snatching his favorite book out of her hands before she could to deface it. It was like she took pleasure out of tormenting Ira.

Ira began to ponder if he should just catch the bus and go see his grandparents. He knew they didn’t like his sister’s girlfriend any more than he did. At least then he could have some peace and quiet. Ira stared, perplexed, at the front door as it refused to admit him entrance to his home. Searching his pockets for his keys, grumbling at the stupid door that should already know who he was. As his key neared the deadbolt the door quickly opened a few inches.

“Sorry kiddo, but we’re filming in here,” Dominic — Ira’s father — said as he peered through the inch gap at his son. He was sure that he had told his son this, this morning over breakfast. Clearly he was wrong.

“Man! Can’t I just go up to my room? I promise I won’t peek or disturb that,” Ira sighed irritably.

“Sorry son, but no, it’ll be picked up by the mics and we took hours to set it up. So no, you can’t go to your room. Why…”

“Whatever,” Ira said, slinging his bookbag onto the patio chair before slinking off to the library.

*******

“Hello Ira,” the cute, shy, freckle faced thirty-year-old librarian said as Ira walked through the door. Ira once had a crush on her right up until he saw she had starred in a movie with his father. After seeing that it kind of killed his blissful daydreams about the woman. He wasn’t about to go after his father.

“Hello Ms. Dates,” Ira said politely as his fingers trailed along the side of the receptionist desk.

“The book you’ve been looking for finally got returned,” Ms. Dates said with a cheery smile.

“Cool. Thanks,” Ira said, trying not to look directly at her. Every time he did all he saw was his father doing things to her. “Sweet,” he said, grinning madly as Ms. Dates pushed the book across the surface of her desk.

“I saved it just for you,” Ms. Dates said, her fingers briefly trailed along Ira’s, “I know how much you’ve been wanting to read this one.”

“Yeah, I have, although it would’ve been nice to have before my report was due, but what can you do?” Ira asked, shrugging his shoulders, pulling out his library card so he can go ahead and check it out before it disappeared for another two months.

“One of these days you’re going to have to tell me why you enjoy ancient history so much,” Ms. Dates said, as she stamped the card and entered the date into the system.

“Maybe,” Ira said with a sly smile as he walked off before his nose was deep in that book about the Hundred years war.

Ira lounged in one of the reading chairs the library had set up around the interior, his feet propped up on the sill of the window as he read about the first few years of the war. His phone vibrated in his pocket, but he ignored it. Ira knew it was his father knowing it’d been two hours since he was turned away from his own home. Before long, another hour had passed without Ira even noticing. Remembering what page he was on as his phone began to blow up.

“What Mom?” Ira spoke quietly into his phone.

“Where are you!”

“Library,” Ira said, keeping his answer to a single word.

“Why didn’t you tell your father?”

“It’s not like you all don’t know I came here every damn time you turn the house into a porno set,” Ira ataşehir escort bayan said as low as he could.

“Well, I’m pulling in now, so get your butt outside.” Sighing in annoyance as he lifted himself out of his chair. Waving goodnight to Ms. Dates as he passed her desk, a little forlorn at the loss of his nighttime pleasure. His mother’s silver convertible Jaguar F-TYPE wasn’t hard to miss in the libraries parking lot. “Get in Ira,” Cora said, peering over the rim of her sunglasses. “You going to tell me what’s been up with you lately?” she asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“Nope,” Ira said over the whipping of the wind in his ears.

“Son, you know you can tell me anything and I…” Cora began to say startled that her own son pulled away from her as she tried to brush his hair.

“I’m fine Mom,” Ira said, opening up his book once again.

“I’d wish you would get your nose out of your books for more than two seconds and go hang out with your friends,” Cora sighed as the light turned green.

“You assume I have friends mother,” Ira said, peering out of his eye at her, “they only use me for one thing,” he said, his bitterness was plain as day.

“You know if you dropped the attitude once in a while and dressed more…,” Cora said, her eye ran down her son’s plain drub attire.

“I’m not having this conversation with you,” Ira said, closing his book in a loud thud.

“Fine. Stay a virgin, what do I care!” Cora said with indifference. When her son came home two years ago she knew they couldn’t keep their life away from their children any longer. Being at the age of forty-one her main lining pornos was slowly winding down. That didn’t mean she didn’t still perform in them, just her roles in them has switched; and thanks to the breast augmentation she had another ten years as an actress. However, she had begun to take on a more director type of role in the movies like her husband did as well. Cora couldn’t understand why her son was so unlike her, his father, or his sister. Pressing her forehead against the steering wheel as her son jumped out of the car the moment they parked in their driveway. Sighing, wondering what was happening to her youngest child as Ira walked towards the front door.

*****

“Finally,” Ira sighed as he plopped down into his computer chair in his room causing it to roll back a few inches. Placing his book down beside his computer, reaching for his bookbag so he could finally get his homework done.

“Well, if it isn’t ass face, what’re ya doing bookworm?” Vikki asked. Ira paid her no attention as he went over his math homework.

“Did I invite you into my room?” Ira asked pointedly, without looking up from his textbook as Vikki started to take a step into his room.

“No…”

“Then why do you think you can enter?” Ira asked, glancing coldly at the woman.

“Vikki, we talked about this,” Bridgett said coming down the hall, “you told me you’d stay away from my brother.”

“Sorry love,” Vikki said turning her head, “he’s just too irresistible not be around,” she said, crossing her arms along her Misfits t-shirt. Her black leather skirt hugged her hips, drawing one’s gaze to her black pantyhose, purposely cut in strategic places to show off her silky pale skin to her knee-high black boots that ended in polished metal skulls caps on the toes of her boots.

“Sorry Ira,” Bridgett said while pulling Vikki out of his doorway, “I’ll see that she doesn’t do it again.”

“Whatever,” Ira said, he knew the woman would do something the moment Bridgett was out of sight.

“Ira?” Bridgett inquired, sticking her head in the doorway.

“What?”

“Try to smile some time,” Bridgett said before departing.

Ira found that an odd thing to say to him given her gothic nature. Weren’t they all into brooding? Weren’t they drawn to the darker side of human nature? Then again, what did he know? Shrugging off his own questions returning his focus back to his schoolwork.

“Ira?” Dominic called lightly, standing in the doorway to his son’s room. “Dinner is ready, come eat.”

“In a minute,” Ira said, scribbling down the answer to his math problem.

“Now son before it gets cold,” Dominic said sternly.

“Fine,” Ira sighed, dropping his pencil into the nook of his textbook.

“What’s got you down as of late?” Dominic asked, placing his hand on his son’s shoulder as they walked down the hall towards the open dining room.

“Nothing,” Ira said. If he wasn’t going to discuss this with his mother he so wasn’t going to have that talk with his father.

“Well it’s something, but when you’re ready you know I’m here,” Dominic said giving Ira’s shoulder a squeeze.

“If you would stop fucking all the girls I am interested in on camera we wouldn’t have a problem… asshole,” Ira thought to himself

Again, this wasn’t something he was going to talk to his father about. Since it was him Ira had a problem with, Ira didn’t know how to approach his father on the subject. He doubted he ever would. He just needed to survive escort kadıköy a few more months then off to college on the other side of the country. Away from people who knew he was a son of porn stars and a father that fucks every woman Ira was interested in.

“So the AVN is a month away,” Dominic started as dinner was almost over.

“And you two are adults now,” Cora said, reaching for her wine glass.

“Would the two of you like to join us?” Dominic asked, looking around the table at his children.

“Not really,” Ira said, pushing his plate aside. “Can’t I just stay at grandma’s like I normally do?”

“Ira don’t you want to see what Las Vegas is like?” Bridgett asked.

“Of course he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what to do when half naked women walk passed him,” Vikki said, getting in her jab.

“What was that, I didn’t quite hear you, pussy breath.”

“Ira! You do not talk to a woman like that!” Cora gasped in shock that her own son would even speak like that.

“But…!”

“No buts! You apologize to Vikki right this second,” Dominic said, looking over at his son.

“No!” Ira shouted, getting up from his seat, “I’ve done nothing wrong,” he said, tossing his napkin onto his plate. “Are you fucking that lesbo!” Ira yelled, pointing directly at Vikki. “Obviously, you are, like every woman in this damn town, since you don’t stand up for your own son when she spouts off her shit!” Cora just sat there, unnerved by how her son was speaking. She wondered if he knew; suspecting her son knew how they did use him to bring in new youthful amateurs when auditions were light for the month.

“Ira,” Bridgett growled, her eyes narrowed dangerously at her brother, “do you want to rethink that statement.”

“Fuck this, I’m done!” Ira shouted in disgust as he stomped off towards his room, causing the four of them to jump in their seats as Ira slammed his bedroom door shut.

“About time he grew some balls,” Vikki smirked, causing the three of them to gaze at her quizzically.

*****

“Ira?” Cora called softly as she knocked on his door after giving her son a few hours to cool off. “Son, I’m coming in,” she said, slowly turning the doorknob. A slight smile gracing her face as she noted her son’s neat and orderly room. She never had to nag her son to make sure his room was clean like she had to with her daughter. Her eyes glanced at the bookshelves that her husband had paid for to get made for him. The only electronics her son ever had within his room was his computer and the sound system, which she found odd for a boy his age. Then again, her son wasn’t causing trouble, coming home drunk, or getting arrested so she couldn’t really complain about his behavior.

Her eyes fell upon her sleeping child, her feet silently gliding along his floor as she approached his bed. Smiling sweetly down at Ira knowing how he looked so much like his father when he was her son’s age. She knew how handsome he was as she removed the headphones from his head. Laying them down on his nightstand as she turned off his radio. Taking the book that rested on his chest, arching an eyebrow as she scanned the page he was on, shaking her head when she read about the English and French army movements. “You’re one weird kid you know that?” Cora whispered, as she laid a blanket over his body. “But I wouldn’t change that for the world,” she cooed as she kissed her son’s lips. Her thumb brushed along Ira’s right cheek as she switched off his lamp.

The next morning, as Ira was enjoying the peace of his bathroom as he stood underneath the shower head, his serenity was ruined as the bathroom door flew open.

“I’m in here!” Ira called out; his eyes closed to keep the soap from his eyes.

“I know, ass face,” Vikki said, walking in nude without a care in the world. “But you’re taking too long, and I need to pee,” she said, plopping down onto the toilet. “Well, at least we now know you do officially have a cock and balls,” Vikki chuckled as she had a clear view of Ira’s genitals through the clear shower curtain. Nearly doubling over in laughter as Ira’s hands flew quickly down to cover his manhood. “It’s not like I didn’t just see it Ira, there’s no reason to cover up now.”

“Like I want…” Ira’s voice died in his throat as he wiped the soap from his face so he could look at her while he berated her. “Why do the first pair of breasts I ever see has to be hers?” he asked himself. “Christ put some clothes on!”

“Why? I’m going back to bed, your sister kept me up late last night, eating this pussy,” Vikki replied, teasing him to look as she inched her legs open.

“Only she would have the courage to touch that,” Ira hurled at her, turning his back to her. Ira didn’t see the furious look in Vikki’s eyes.

“Hmpf!” Vikki huffed after wiping herself clean. Flushing the toilet, sticking her nose in the air as she stomped out of the bathroom.

“Fucking shit!” Ira howled, as the scalding hot water hit his hip. “Vikki!” he yelled in annoyance.

“Serves you right!” Vikki flung at him, sticking her head back into the bathroom. maltepe escort “My pussy is pretty, too bad you’ll never get to see it again.”

“Thanks! I never wanted to see it in the first place!” Ira threw back, rolling his eyes.

“God. You’re such an ass.”

“And you’re a bitch,” Ira said with his own retort.

“Drop dead!” Vikki hissed slamming the door.

“You first,” Ira shouted through the door. Amusement rolled over him as the water temperature returned to normal.

“God damn it Ira, what did you say to Vikki?!” Bridgett seethed, as she stood over her brother as he sat in his towel on his computer chair looking at her with indifference.

“Well, what do you think I said when your bitch walked into the bathroom while I’m taking a shower?” Ira asked, with a cold pointed look at his sister. “She knew I was in there; she came in any way! Should I have patted her on the head and told her she’s a ‘good girl’?” he asked, matching his sister’s heated look.

“You could have told her…”

“I did, like I said if you cleaned out your ears… She knew, and still came in, nude I might add, and took her piss while I was showering. But, what do I expect from you when she’s involved?” Ira sighed, his body growing cold as he continued to sit there. “Now get out so I can get dressed, then the two of you can have the house all to yourselves.”

“You know,” Bridgett said, stopping in his doorway, “sometimes you make it very hard to love you, Ira,” she said as she shut his door.

“I don’t really care if you do sis,” Ira said, as the door latch fell into place.

That night Ira laid on his bed enjoying the book he had spent two months waiting on. Ignoring the hurried footsteps that dashed to and from his bathroom. Glancing up just as Vikki flipped him off which he promptly returned before giving his finger a little spin. Returning to his reading, turning the page as he heard heels on his floor. Peering up over the edge of his book thinking Vikki had come into his room, yet he was only met with his mother, dressed for a night on the town.

“Ira are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Cora asked, as she slipped her bracelet onto her left wrist.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to do with my evening, enjoy a night clubbing with my parents, sister, and her lesbo girlfriend,” Ira said, rolling his eyes behind his book.

“Damn it!” Cora growled, taking the book from her son’s grasp. “I’m so tired of this attitude of yours Ira! Tomorrow you and I are going to have a talk about this!” she said, tossing his book across the bed.

“Don’t think so Mom,” Ira said, reaching for the book.

“Son,” Cora said softly, placing her hand on his shoulder stopping him, “baby, I just want to know what’s going on with you lately. You weren’t always like this.”

“Well, how would you act when you learn you’re nothing more than a tool for your parents,” Ira said, brushing off her hand as he returned to his former position.

“Oh baby, why didn’t you…”

“I’m not discussing this with you, Mom,” Ira said, opening up his book again, looking for the page he was on. “So why don’t you just leave me to my solitude?”

“You know I’d never do that Ira,” Cora said, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. “Ira I’m sorry you’ve come to feel like that,” she said, laying her hand on her son’s stomach.

“Sweetheart you ready?” Dominic asked, as he stood in his son’s doorway.

“We’ll talk later, okay,” Cora said, smiling at her son.

“Uh-huh,” Ira said, turning the page.

*****

Ira was rudely awoken at two in the morning as he heard his sister’s and Vikki’s giggles from down the hall. Groaning loudly at their intoxicated words, then the hushed whispers that he could only assume that they were speaking with his parents, unaware they had just shot a porno featuring Bridgett and Vikki with other drunken lesbians and two very lucky men.

“Well, look who it is,” Vikki said, stumbling into Ira’s room. Her sultry eyes flared; her tongue licked the corner of her mouth as Ira flipped her off. Looking back towards Bridgett’s room hearing her snoring, which only happened when she was smashed, then towards her girlfriend’s parent’s bedroom. Vikki wasn’t strictly a lesbian as Ira always called her, which irked her to no end every time he did. It wasn’t often she sought out a man, unless she was paid to do so, yet she’s been flirting with Ira for the past two years. Bridgett knew all about it. She would never hide anything from her. His rejection of her this morning had hurt her deeply. Closing his door silently as Ira laid with his back to her. Slipping out of her heels, her fingers pushed down the miniskirt she wore for the porn shoot, which practically did nothing to cover her mound or her ass. However, it did draw the men Dominic wanted for his new movie. It amazed her sometimes how some men just got crazy horny when they watched her and Bridgett making out. Her flimsy tank top slid along her skin as she pulled it over her head, kissing the floor in a whisper as it fell from her fingers. While her pussy was sore, it was by no means satisfied by the guys that had attempted to get her off; she had faked most of her orgasms that night. Dominic told her once even fake ones were just as good as real ones, at least for his kind of work. Moonlight danced along her ass as she pushed down her G-string.

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