My Son the Gigolo
A humiliated son works to make his mother lust after him.
My Son the Gigolo
By
Soul71
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits
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Chapter One.
Drake Lucian stood in his mother's bathroom with her soiled panties wrapped around his cock. His small frame was highlighted by the overhead bathroom light. He has always been attracted to his mother. How could he not be; his mother was the hottest woman he has ever known! With her dark red hair, her stunning green eyes, to her 36D breasts, he learned from her bra tags, to the way her ass moved beneath the skirts and tight pants she wore. The way her alluring hips called out to him to take hold of them as he fucked her from behind. Plus, there was the fact that she has been sleeping with his two older brothers. So, it wasn't too farfetched that he would be joining them. However, that wasn't the case as Drake soon found out.
"God damn it! Drake how many times have I told you to stop masturbating using my panties!" Iliana hissed at her son. Her foot stomped as her eyes looked in disgust at the sight before her. She did love her youngest son, yet he wasn't as handsome nor built like her other two sons. He was far too thin, too frail, and his unruly hair kept her eyes from noticing what her son was packing. If she did, then maybe, just maybe, their lives would have been different.
Drake felt ten inches tall as his brothers had wandered in and was snickering as his mother berated him. He didn't think he could feel much smaller than he did at that moment. However, how the Fates can be so cruel.
"When will you get it through your head Drake? I will not now, nor will I ever sleep with you," Iliana growled growing red in the face. "Why would I when you don't even have an ounce of what your brothers do?! Now get out of my damn bathroom! You're grounded for the rest of the month!" she shouted as she pointed to the door. "You can wait outside and listen as real men fuck me," Iliana sneered. While she did enjoy how he looked at her, still that didn't mean she was going to fuck him. She had her other two strapping, handsome sons for that.
Iliana eased off her middle son's cock as she heard the front door slam. Returning Aidyn's cock back to her mouth as she shrugged her shoulders. Moaning as Franklin thrust his cock into her wet cunt. She'll apologize to Drake once he came home. She didn't want to hurt her child, yet he wasn't like his brothers, and Iliana did love having two available hard cocks eager to fuck her at any given time. Her husband knew all about it as well. Hence why he was never around anymore. Mario no longer felt the need to come home to her any longer. Iliana did still love him, however, he no longer loved her when he walked in on her and Franklin one night. She knew divorce was coming, Mario only stayed married to her until Drake was out of school and went off to college. If Mario didn't want her any longer she knew two muscle bound sons that wanted their mother's pussy.
"That little bastard," Iliana hissed as Drake ended her call before it ever went through as she stood in the kitchen making her children dinner.
"Don't worry about Drake he'll come home," Franklin said, sharing a laugh with his younger brother. "He always does. How else is he going to sniff your panties?"
"True," Iliana cooed before flashing her son a smile.
"Anyway, forget about him, let's finish up dinner and head back for some more fun," Aidyn said, smirking coyly at his mother.
"Mmm..." Iliana hummed as her hips swayed as she sauntered over to her middle son. "As tempting as that is, you have school work to do, as do you," she said, caressing Aidyn's cheek as she looked upon her fraternal twins. Knowing that once their college started back up in the fall she was going to miss them dearly. Although, it was a good thing that she had talked them into attending the college only an hour away from their town. That way they and she could be together as much as they could given their sports schedules and course loads. "I don't want to hear that you failed your exams all because you couldn't keep you mind or your cocks off of mama's ass and tits," Iliana teased her sons as she walked back over to the stove.
Iliana and her sons were having a cheery time as they lounged in the living room as she teased her sons to no end, just like they did to her. Yet her mind was troubled. Her youngest son had yet to come home. It had been three hours since Drake had stormed off. Maybe she shouldn't have said that to her son, however, she was tired of finding her underwear soiled with his cum. She wouldn't have minded if he actually washed them after he was done with them and not throwing them back into the hamper to get ruined.
******
Drake groaned at his sore muscles as he slogged his weary body home. If his mother didn't want him like he wanted her, then he was going to make her want him so bad that she'd beg for it. He just hoped the gym he just signed onto would give him the results he needed. Then there was the ad in the paper, not the ones that you see on newsstands, but of the adult kind. He knew if he wanted to make his mother want him, lust for him, then he would need to learn how to seduce older women. He just hoped the woman he had talked to would give him the chance to earn that skill. Plus, if he made a lot of money doing it all the more better. Opening the mail box wondering if his acceptance letter to Cornell or the other two architecture schools he had applied too showed up while he was gone. Drake was at one point going to stay close to home, yet that thought went out of his mind when his mother said those words. His eyes lit up at the three envelopes from Cornell, Rice, and North Dakota State.
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Iliana turned in her seat as she heard the front door opening. She watched as Drake tossed two envelopes into the trash before the rest of the mail thumped onto the small, rectangle table that sat close to the door where they normally set the mail or packages on. Her green eyes ran down his shirt noting the sweat stains and the salty residue surrounding them. She wondered just what he's been doing. As she started to speak, Drake uncharacteristically walked off without a word or a leer at her. Her eyebrows rose at the sound of her son's bedroom door slamming shut.
"Seems the baby is still pouting," Franklin chuckled as he watched his mother walking over to the trash bin.
Iliana ignored how her son whistled at her as she bent over as she plucked the two envelopes out of the wastebasket. "Unopened?! Why did he throw them away if he didn't read them?" she asked herself as she turned them over in her hand. Her nail cut through the thin paper; her eyes widened in glee as her son had gotten in. Still, the question remained: Why? Why had Drake thrown them away before even reading them? Granted she didn't like the nine hour trek to Houston, or the sixteen hour car ride to North Dakota, that was still closer to her than across the country. "Drake?!" Iliana called out as she started to climb the stairs. "We need to..." Her words stilled as Drake walked bare chested from his room to the bathroom he and his brothers shared without a word to her. Her temper was starting to rise as he shut the bathroom door forcibly. Walking into his bedroom, she was about to lay the letters on his bed so they could talk about why he threw them away, however, that was until she saw the letter from Cornell.
"Oh hell no!" Iliana hissed as she read down the sheet of paper. Her son was not, was not, going to go to New York! She could deal with him going to Rice or North Dakota, but not New York City. "Drake! Drake! Open this door, right now!" she shouted as the palm of her hand beat upon the door.
"What?" Drake asked coldly, standing in nothing but a towel.
"When were you going to tell me about this?!" Iliana inquired, incensed as she waved the Cornell acceptance letter in the air.
"I wasn't," Drake said, plainly.
"You just can't run off to New York and not tell me!" Iliana yelled.
"Why not?" Drake asked, bewildered.
"I'm you mother! You should have told me about this!" Iliana said, her finger tapped the letter.
"I don't see what the problem is," Drake said, aloofly.
"Well, I do! Me and your father are not going to pay for you to live a thousand miles across the country when you can get just as good as an education at these," Iliana said, holding up his other letters in her right hand.
"I didn't ask you to, if you bothered to read it then you would have seen were I got a full ride. So, I won't be needing you, or your money for college," Drake said, closing the bathroom door so he could take a shower.
"Drake," her hand rested on the door stopping it from closing, "about earlier..."
"Save it, you stated your mind very articulately. You don't want me, and I sure as Hell don't want you now. Now, is there anything else? Otherwise you're wasting hot water," Drake said, pointedly.
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Chapter Two.
And so, the Lucian household wasn't as fun or as warm as it once had been as the months passed. Iliana saw less and less of her son as the days wore on. Some days she thought Drake was a ghost with the lack of time he spent at home. Some days he didn't get home until five in the morning. She did worry about him, namely with all the late nights he'd been adding up. When he was still in high school it only happened during the weekends, yet the moment he graduated his nights and some days were packed to the point she had to schedule a time just to have a chat with him. Those chats were not as fortuitous as she might have hoped. When Drake had put a lock on his door, and the odd new clothes she had seen him carrying into his room, and that brand new car. She had to put her foot down.
"Drake what is going on with you?!" Iliana asked worriedly, as she finally got a moment alone with her youngest son as he walked in at the crack of dawn on Monday morning. Her eyes ran down his baggy clothes. She knew they were not the ones he left in the night before. She had noticed the smell of cologne drifting out of his room whenever she passed it. Something that she thought her son would never wear, at least not the kind that would spark her interest. Yet those clothes of his, the way he carried himself, this was not how her son acted months ago, and with him leaving in two weeks she doubted she'd ever get another chance to find out. "First the late hours, the new clothes, and that car!"
"What about it?" Drake asked, as he spun his keyring around his finger.
"How did you pay for it? I know it wasn't through me, was it your father?" Iliana asked, studying her son intently. His once unruly, black with red natural highlights, hair was gone, now replaced by something that framed his face so perfectly. His face had lost some of its sunkenness that'd plagued him since childhood. What parts of his body she could see like his neck, forearms, and calves looked more toned than she remembered. She had forgotten when the last time was she had seen him shirtless. Every time she tried to get him into the pool with them Drake blew her off. While now her panties went unmolested she kind of missed seeing his spunk marring her undergarments.
"No. Why do you care how I paid for my car?" Drake asked, in a monotone voice.
"I care Drake! I'm your mother, I'm always going to care about you," Iliana said, in shock. No longer seeing the lustful look in his eyes he'd had since he was sixteen. "You aren't dealing drugs are you? Is that why you've been buying those fancy clothes? Is that how you paid for that car?" Iliana was fuming when Drake answered his phone in the middle of their conversation.
"Oh? Is that so?" Iliana's fist curled into a ball as Drake stood with his back to her as he spoke like she wasn't even there. "An hour? For you make it five bills. Okay, eleven o'clock it is."
"Just who the hell was that?!" Iliana growled growing red in the face.
"A friend of mine," Drake said offhandedly, as he walked past his mother.
"I'm not done talking to you Drake!" Iliana sneered as she took hold of her son's wrist. Her eyes went wide in shock as she felt the strength of his hand as he forcefully removed her hand.
"But I'm done talking to you," Drake uttered before heading to his room.
"Morning Mom," Aidyn yawned as he walked down the steps. "Seems Drake finally came home," he said, as he moved up to his mother. With Franklin at his last week of football camp before their college started back he had his mother all to himself, and he was loving every minute of it. Watching how his mother's cheeks reddened as he slid his arms around her. He couldn't believe his father would willingly walk out on their mother. Sure, he could understand how he would be upset about finding her and Franklin, he was in the bathroom taking a break at the time, fucking. Still, he didn't blame his mother for liking to share her body with them. Yet once his father found out about him as well he and Franklin were pretty much dead to their father. If his father didn't want anything to do with them, his loss, at least to Aidyn's thinking. "What's wrong Mom?" Aidyn asked, after getting in his morning kiss.
"I'm worried about your brother. Something isn't right, I can feel it," Iliana said, looking into her son's eyes.
"Well... he obviously isn't going to talk to me about it," Aidyn said, knowing what his mother was going to ask.
"You aren't doing anything today are you?" Iliana asked, knowing he wasn't.
"No, why?" Aidyn asked, arching an eyebrow. Hoping it wouldn't interfere with his day of sunbathing.
"Drake is going somewhere at eleven, and I want you to follow him. I need to know what he's doing and if it's illegal to stop him before he gets caught," Iliana said, hugging her son tightly, hoping Drake wasn't doing what she thought he was doing. "Also if you can sneak into his room when he's getting ready see what he's hiding in there. Can you do that for me?"
"Sure Mom," Aidyn said, rubbing his mother's back. Rolling his eyes at the task before him, hoping he wasn't wasting his time. If he was then he'll make his little brother pay.
"Good. Thank you, baby. I left some pancakes in the microwave, and some bacon. Make sure you leave some for your brother if he wants some," Iliana said, kissing her son. She knew Drake hadn't had a meal with them in ages, yet she always set a plate out for her son should he venture down during their meal. It almost felt like how Mario was distancing himself from her. She never told her children of the photos he had sent her the day after he left. Where she cried as her sister had her husband's cock in her mouth. With the tag: 'I warned you sister, the moment you fucked up he would be mine.' Now they both were in the Far East and no telling when or if they ever would come back. Iliana didn't know if she could live with herself if her son pushed her away like his father had done. "I have to go get ready for work," Iliana said, placing a loving kiss on her son's left cheek.
Hanging her head as she sighed once the doorknob refused to turn. It seemed to her what little contact Drake had with her was all he wanted from her. Had what she said months ago really hurt her son so much that he was cutting himself off from her? That's what it seemed like to her, and she hated it! It wasn't like she didn't try to apologize to him. Yet Drake didn't want to hear a word of it. Granted she wasn't attracted to him then, however now, while she was worried, she couldn't help but feel that little tingle she got whenever she looked at her youngest son.
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Aidyn was in his room wasting time as he waited for his brother's alarm to go off. He knew his brother well enough, if he was meant to be somewhere at a given time then he would be up and about an hour before then. A smile lifted the corners of his lips as Drake's alarm went off at ten o'clock sharp. Getting to his feet as he heard his brother's door opening, taking his phone off his desk as he heard Drake racing towards the bathroom. Slipping out of his bedroom once the bathroom door closed. Listening to the rustle of the shower curtain and the squeak of the knobs before the sound of the water filled his ears.
Dialing his mother's phone, "Okay, I'm in, what do you want me to look for?" Aidyn whispered once he put the phone on speaker.
"Anything out of the ordinary. Drugs mainly. Drake can't afford to buy a new car on minimum wage. So he has to be dealing. If so, we have to stop him."
"Okay," snapping photos as he walked around his brother's room, "Mom I don't think drug dealers are going to plays or the opera for that matter," Aidyn said, he noted the play bills that lined his brother's dresser.
"Show me!" Sending all the photos he had taken; Aidyn was smart enough not to touch anything as he snapped off a picture of his brother's new wardrobe. "What is it?!" Iliana asked, as she heard her son whistle.
"Oh, just two empty boxes of condoms in the trash and a half empty one in his drawer," Aidyn stated.
"And you don't see any used ones there?" Iliana asked, knowing how weird it had been that she hadn't caught her son masturbating somewhere in her house, namely in her bathroom.
"Not a single one," Aidyn admitted. Slipping out of his brother's room and quietly walking back to his. Easing his door closed so his brother wouldn't think something was up.
"Oh my god! How can he afford a hundred dollar shirt much less a whole closet full of them?!" Iliana exclaimed as she zoomed in on the price tag still attached to the sleeve of a shirt as she studied the photo of Drake's wardrobe. "And those shoes! Where is he getting all this money from?!" Iliana had a dozen tabs open on her office computer as she typed in the name brands of the shirts and shoes, and the plays she could read on the covers of the bills that were on his dresser. She didn't want to know how much they all cost him. Slumping back into her chair, this wasn't what she had thought.
She thought Drake had fallen into a bad crowd and couldn't get out of it, or if he even wanted to. She so wasn't expecting this! Her eyes couldn't look away as her son's image filled the screen as the website for one of the plays had posted pictures of their opening night. There he was arm in arm with this blonde woman that appeared ten years older than she was. Iliana ignored how the woman flaunted her breasts at her son.
No. Her attention was on Drake, how good he looked in that black suit. How it sat so proudly on his shoulders. Sitting up straight in her chair as she zoomed in, she could have sworn she saw how his bicep caused his suit jacket to contour to it. She pondered on when was the last time someone had dressed up for her, looked as good for her as her son did in that picture. She didn't even know he owned a suit!
"Mom?!"
"Yes honey?" Iliana couldn't believe she was getting aroused as she gazed at her youngest son.
"You got quiet there for a minute," Aidyn said, pocketing his motorcycle keys.
"Sorry, I'm just simply at a lost on what to do about Drake," Iliana lied as she noted the look in her son's eyes as he smiled at that blonde woman. It was the same look he had when he would look at her. How she missed it. Her sons were good in bed, but that was about it. She knew they had no romantic feelings for her, and at that time it was okay. Yet now, with her world crashing down around her, she simply wanted someone to hold her. To tell her everything will be alright, and she had that before she said those hurtful words to her son. Biting her lip as she recounted the times Drake had spooned her when she asked. The feel of his cock against her ass as he held her as she drifted off to sleep.
"He's leaving." Aidyn's words snapped her out of her wandering thoughts.
"Okay, be careful, and don't let Drake see you," Iliana said, before ending the call.
******
"Idiot," Drake muttered as he saw his brother's black Yamaha tailing him. Not that he cared, where he was going Aidyn wouldn't be allowed in. He knew he could continue doing this line of work as he sped down the highway towards the upscale part of the city. Where most of his clientele were located. They were the only ones that could actually afford his nightly rate. When his Madam had informed him that she had a branch in New York and once he got there and settled in his nights would be full. Drake was always eager to take rich women's money. It wasn't his fault that their husbands would rather play golf or some other thing that they always complained about instead of servicing their own wives.
And so, he was called to fill in the vacuum. Drake honestly didn't think this would work out as well as it had. After sixty dates and at two thousand a pop (Sex as his Madam had told him was strictly after the date, what they did once he was off the clock she had no control over. Which netted him another two grand), he had seventy-five grand left in the bank after buying his Audi A6. The women could afford it, who was he to complain. At first he did feel dirty at selling himself like this.
However, once his Madam had taught him in and out of the bedroom, as she calls it 'sampling the goods' she had put him right to work. Drake had no idea how many women wanted a post-virgin (Something his Madam saw to), eighteen-year-old lining their beds. Whatever the reason it was after his first date, his name got around, so now unless he was called directly by a very few of the women that were his regulars, his Madam would call him directly, he could always hear the smile in her voice as she went on about how so and so asked about him. Even at fifty-five she hadn't lost her touch as she rode him all night long to instill the techniques he would need.
The charm and flirtatious nature of his work persona took time to master. Yet by the time he had finished high school he had the women he 'dated' so aroused he could ring out the juices from their panties. And so, he took steps to hide his new developing body from his mother and siblings. When the time came to put his plan into action he wanted the shock and awe. Plus, when his mother was putty in his hands he would turn her down just like she did to him, he couldn't think of a better revenge than that after what she said to him months ago.
Pulling up to the front gate of Kaleigh's gated community. Rolling down his window as the guard stepped out of her booth. Noticing how Aidyn was parked a few hundred feet or so down the road. Handing the woman his license, knowing that he would be let through, he was a constant visitor after all. Smiling warmly at the woman as the gate rolled open, knowing this would be an easy five hundred bucks. His Madam frowned on these sorts of spontaneous meetings since it cut her out of the loop and her money as well. Hence why he only gave his number to a very few. Chuckling to himself as he pulled through the gate leaving his brother behind.
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"Mom?!" Aidyn's voice carried his befuddlement.
"What is it Aidyn? Did you find out where Drake was heading to?" Iliana whispered into her phone so her coworkers wouldn't over hear her as they walked past her cubical.
"You won't believe me if I tell you, so... I took pictures," Aidyn said, with a cocky smirk.
"What the fu..." Iliana caught herself as she stared at the picture that her son had just sent to her. She could not believe Drake's car was sitting in front of one of the most luxurious communities in the city.
"That's what I said when he pulled up, and he drove right in too."
"He what?! They let him in?!" Iliana just couldn't fathom this news. Just what was her son doing? Who was giving him all these things that were so far out of her price range due to caring for three, well two boys, Drake had stopped asking her for anything months ago. Who was it that was giving her boy all these items, and who was it that bought his car? Surely, her son didn't pay fifty thousand dollars for a car himself that was just... preposterous!
There was just no way in hell that her eighteen-year-old son had that kind of money, there was just no way! "Aidyn, head home, I don't want you getting into any trouble with the police for loitering. I'll deal with Drake when I get home tonight."
"Okay, you sure you don't want me to wait?" Aidyn asked, hoping to spend the rest of the afternoon baking in the sun and flirting with the neighbors.
"Yes, go home Aidyn. And stop hitting on Mrs. Rothberg, I won't save your skin this time if her husband catches you," Iliana warned as she ended the call.
******
Iliana sighed in relief at finally making it home. The rest of the afternoon her mind just wouldn't let go of what her youngest son was doing in that kind of neighborhood. Placing her hand on the hood of Drake's car seeing if he had just gotten home or if he's been here for some time. It wasn't hot like it should be if he had just got home. She wondered just when did he get home?
"Aidyn, Drake, I'm home!" Iliana called out as she slipped out of her flats. She only wore plain, drab clothes to work to cut down on the men hitting on her. She had plenty of cock at home, she didn't need another one.
"Hey Mom!" Aidyn said, waving his arm over his head without bothering to get up from the couch.
Which only reinforced her memory of how Drake would always greet her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek when she got home every night. Even though she knew he only did it to feel her breasts brushing along his chest. Still, would it kill her middle child to get off his butt to greet his own mother?!
"Where's your brother?" Iliana asked, looking around the living room and into the kitchen. Other than the basketball game Aidyn was watching it was far too quiet with two boys in the house.
"He said something about going for a run or something like that," Aidyn said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Your brother, that skinny little kid... runs?" Iliana asked, in stunned shock.
"How would I know Mom, it isn't like me and Drake actually talk you know," Aidyn said, peering up at his mother as she stood behind him.
"But he's your brother, you two live in the same damn house, and your telling me the two of you don't talk?!"
"What can I say, we move in different crowds. I wouldn't know what to talk about with Drake, now if it was Franklin that would be different," Aidyn said, pulling his mother down, placing a long lingering kiss on her lips as he awkwardly hugged her. "You're really worried, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, your father is finally divorcing me and now with Drake's odd behavior I don't know what to do," Iliana said, nuzzling her son's neck.
"It's going to be okay Mom. Dad's an idiot for leaving," Aidyn said, lightly stroking the back of his mother's head. "As for Drake, maybe he's some sugar mama's play thing."
"Drake?! A sugar baby?! Really?" Iliana rolled her eyes at that thought. "Who would want...?" Her words died in her throat as she heard the front door opening. She knew it couldn't be Franklin, he wasn't due back from camp until Friday. "Drake, honey..." Her eyes took stock of her son: from his sweat glistening brow, the way he looked at her, how his chest heaved as his shirt clung to his chest, "No?! It can't be, I must be seeing things," she muttered to herself.
"What?" Drake asked, without an ounce of emotion in his voice.
"Why were you at Garden Hills this morning?"
"Why did you have him follow me?" Drake retorted as he nodded to his brother. "If you're going to follow someone pick a vehicle they don't know, just an fyi," he said, at his brother's shocked look. Aidyn wasn't known for his smarts.
"Because I was worried about you. I thought you were doing something you shouldn't be," Iliana said, taking a step forward only to see her son take a step back. How that hurt her, how the thought that her son didn't want to be near her stung like hell. "What have you got there?" she inquired, finally taking notice of the plastic bag.
"My dinner. Why?"
"But Drake, we haven't sat down together as a family in a very long time. I thought since you'd be leaving in two weeks we could at least have one before you do," Iliana said, sweetly.
"Uh-huh," Drake replied as he walked past his mother. "Don't you have your other two sons for that?" Not seeing Iliana's shocked eyes as he walked into the kitchen.
"Drake stop being an ass," Aidyn growled.
"No."
"Boys! Enough. I apologize Drake for making Aidyn follow you. I'm just worried that you're going to ruin your future," Iliana said, watching her son put away his groceries. "Honey, just what are you planning on making?" she asked, trying not to stare at her son's ass. She didn't remember it being so... firm.
"Pork cutlets, asparagus, and risotto," Drake said, matter-of-factly.
"Asparagus... Risotto... and since when do you know how to cook?!" Iliana said, surprised he was eating so healthy along with the fact he could cook.
"There is this thing called cooking classes, no sense in waking you up when I get home at two o' clock in the morning," Drake said, shutting the refrigerator door. Not letting on that he had taken them in case one of his clients wanted a stay at home kind of 'date'.
"But it's so clean in here in the morning," Iliana said, in awe.
"I do know how to clean up after myself, unlike some people in this house," Drake said, his left index finger pointed at his brother. He kept his smirk to himself as his mother mouthed 'Wow'.
"Way to throw me under the bus, bro," Aidyn groaned.
"Not like you haven't done it to me before," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders. "So we done with the twenty questions, I'd like to hit the shower," he stated gesturing to his sweaty clothes.
"Sure Drake," Iliana said, feeling her heart breaking when she couldn't find that spark in his eyes like she had seen up until she spoke those words to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered as her son left the room.
Drake was startled when he opened the bathroom door only to find his broad shouldered, older brother staring him down as he stood in his robe. Aidyn's arms were crossed showing off the muscles in his arms and his hard pectorals. Something he's always done to intimated his younger brother. Aidyn would soon find Drake wasn't as weak as he once was.
"Stop being an ass, you're pissing me off and making Mom cry. That shit isn't right Drake and you fucking know it. I don't know what is going on with you, but if you don't at least be more cordial to her than what you've been to this date, I will kick your ass, and your rich little friends won't be here to save you. Then Franklin will kick your ass. And if I didn't know better, you're trying to bulk up while keeping your weight down. I might be a jock but I'm not stupid," lightly punching his brother in the chest, "neither is Mom. Sooner or later she will find out what you've been up too. And if you don't tell her now, and if it's really bad, and she finds out she'll have your head. Stick with low weights and high reps if you want to keep that boyish figure. Oh, and for fuck sakes let her have dinner with you man, it's been two months since you sat down with her," Aidyn said, walking down the hall. "It isn't like you'll be around forever."
Drake scratched his head, wondering if his plan would allow for this. Pondering on how he could use this to get his mother to want him. A sinful thought inched his lips up into a wicked smile.
Iliana turned her head as she heard noise in the kitchen. Looking down as Aidyn nudged her leg. Giving her son a look that said: 'You sure?' to which Aidyn nodded.
Her fingertips lightly pressed on the molding of the open doorway between the living room and the kitchen. Her eyes falling upon her son's back was he stood over the sink. The sound of water splashing in the pot Drake was holding filled the room. Glancing down as his ass shook slightly. "Have his calves always been so defined?" Iliana asked herself as Drake used the front of his left foot to scratch his right calf.
"You care to join?" Drake asked, opening the door as he set the pot on the stove.
"Are you asking me to join you for dinner?" Iliana inquired, hopefully.
"I am if you're hungry," Drake said, with a sly smirk.
"I don't know Drake, I'm very picky about my risotto. I might have to stay and make sure you make it right," Iliana said, stepping into the kitchen.
"Suit yourself," Drake spoke as he took a glass dish out for the milk-egg mixture he uses for pork cutlets, and a Ziploc bag for the breading. "You can prep the asparagus," he said, once he got the milk cartoon and an egg out of the fridge.
"So, tell me Drake..." She felt her heart racing as her son brushed against her. The way his hand softly rested on her left hip as he removed the whisk from the drawer once he moved her slightly out of the way, "just where did you take your classes?"
"At school, and the local Y," Drake said, his breath was soft in his mother's ear. "Sorry, you were kind of in the way," he stated, slyly brushing his manhood along his mother's ass, not blatantly, yet just enough to arouse her curiosity.
Iliana's nose wiggle at the scent that drifted off her son's body. She didn't know why her cheeks were heating as her hands moved along the asparagus. Her mind raced as she tried to place the scent. Nonetheless, all she could discern was it smelled like cedar and citrus. Peering out of the corner of her eye as she watched her son mix the milk and egg together. She didn't move from her spot as Drake placed the whisk in the sink. The brush was light, yet she felt it. How could she not have noticed the change in her son? Turning to the left, her eyes studying her son's back side as his basketball shorts detailed it. Quickly turning back around as her son rose, she fought the urge to rub her thighs together, so glad she had a bra on to hide her hardening nipples.
"Guess I might as well use all of them," Drake muttered as he set the pack of four cutlets on the counter.
"Would that be so bad?" Iliana asked, peering at her son from the corner of her eye. "Okay, that's all done, now what else do you want me..."
"Out, too small a space for two people standing over the stove," Drake ordered nodding to the other side of the counter.
"He hasn't thrown me out yet, that's good," Iliana said, as she walked around him, pulling out the bar stool. Leaning on her arm as she watched in amazement as her son worked around her kitchen. She had forgotten what it was like to watch as someone else cooked a meal. She was normally the one who had to prepare it for her children, that was until a few months ago then it just became her and her twins sitting down and sharing bread. Her nose wiggled; her mouth watered as the fragrant smell filled her home as the cutlets sizzled in the pan. It didn't take long for Aidyn to make himself known. Giggling as Drake slapped his hand away when Aidyn tried to purloin one of the freshly pan fried cutlets.
"You want to eat my food, you eat all my food, or you can go hungry," Drake said, sternly.
Iliana fidgeted in her seat. She has never heard her son be so... cogent. Biting back her chuckle as Drake shooed his brother out of the kitchen. She didn't know who was shocked more, her or Aidyn, when Drake said that. She just shrugged her shoulders when Aidyn looked at her; she wasn't about to miss out on this. Iliana wanted to taste the meal that was made by her son's own hands.
"So Drake," her eyes watched as he stirred the pot every so often as he kept the cutlets warm in the oven drying on a paper towel lined plate, "will you just please tell me I won't get a call one night from the police telling me you've been arrested on drug charges."
"I did tell you I'm not dealing, I swear I'm not," Drake said, as he set the pot off the heat and placed the lid on so it could steam for the last ten minutes while he cooked the asparagus.
"Then why did you go to Garden Hills?" Iliana asked, her eyes moved along her son's body as he reached for another pot.
"I do have a job you know," Drake said, teasingly.
"But what kind of job pays a bo..." Taking a dry swallow as Drake peered over his shoulder, "young man like you enough money to buy a fifty thousand dollar car?" Iliana asked, not liking the smirk on her son's lips.
"Maybe I'll tell you one day," Drake said, offhandedly.
"Can we eat now?" Aidyn asked, standing in the doorway. Iliana couldn't help but laugh at the sound of her son's stomach rumbling.
"In five minutes," Drake said, matter-of-factly.
"Then you can help me set the table Aidyn, your brother did cook after all," Iliana said, in a motherly voice as she slid off the stool. "This bowl should be good to house that..." Inhaling the steam that billowed out once Drake took off the lid, "God. That smells so good," she said, trying not to drool.
"Want a taste?" Drake asked, scooping up a fork full as his hand hovered over the pot.
Her eyes were on her son's face, noting how the luster of his eyes was returning as her lips wrapped around the prongs of the fork. Iliana moaned in her mouth as the sweetness, the creaminess, the subtle taste of the parmesan, the firm bite of the rice as it exploded on her tongue.
"Oh my," Iliana muttered as she cupped her hand to her lips as she chewed. "Why didn't you tell me you could cook like that?"
"You never asked," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders as he poured the rice into the dish that was sitting on the counter. "Had to learn how to fend for myself, can't always live at home," he said, smirking at his brother who was glaring at him.
"You can you know... live here that is," Iliana said, shyly.
"Yeah, I don't think that would be good for either of us," Drake said, plainly.
"Oh." Was the only word that left her lips as her heart sank at the realization of what her words had truly done on that night.
"If I didn't see you cooking this, I would have called you a liar," Aidyn sighed as he rubbed his stomach as he leaned back into his chair after they had finished dinner.
"Thank you, for the meal Drake, it was quite delicious," Iliana said, trying to put on a brave face knowing her actions had pushed her son out of her home and from her life.
"You're welcome," Drake replied as he gathered up his dishes. His hand darted into his pants pocket as it vibrated. Typing out his response as he noted the time.
"Honey... are you... going out tonight again?" Iliana asked, as she watched how her son worked over the sink. Kicking her middle son in the leg for not helping Drake.
"Yes," Drake stated as he scrubbed the dishes clean.
"The opera or is it a play this time?" Iliana asked coyly, as she took a sip of her wine that Drake had so elegantly paired with their dinner. Granted it was her wine, but still it was quite the match up. She didn't hide her smirk as Drake's head shot to the right as he hid his shock well as he looked at her. "I honestly didn't take you for that kind of person Drake. I would think those old songs and boring plays would put you to sleep," she said, as she set down her glass.
"Is that what you think I do when I go to them?" Drake said, with a cocky smirk.
"Then what exactly do you do?" Iliana asked, crossing her arms. Wondering when the last time it was that her son gazed at her breasts like he had done since hitting puberty.
"A gentleman never tells, you should know that," Drake said, in a seductive tone as he placed the last dish into the dishrack.
"You are being careful, aren't you honey?" Iliana asked, as her hand took hold of Drake's wrist as he passed. Her finger rested over his pulse as it beat steadily against it.
"Of course," Drake said, starring down into his mother's eyes. Wondering how she knew about the opera or the plays he went to with his 'dates'.
Iliana stood outside and out of sight of her son's room listening to him getting ready to leave for the night. Leaning against the wall, her nostrils flared as that same scent filled the air. Her fingers ran down her neck wondering what it would be like to be enveloped in it. To be the one those eyes gazed at like she had seen him do to that blonde woman. The one he dressed up for, took to those fancy plays, the one who's hand he held as they listened to whichever opera they went to. Why had she not seen her son's potential? Why did she let her anger at his molesting of her underwear make her say those things to her son? Fucking her sons was one thing, a means to an end of fulfilling ones bodily needs, yet Iliana longed for that connection that she and her husband had lost years ago before she first slept with her sons. Turning her head towards her son's door as she heard the rattling of the coat hanger as it was placed back onto the rod. She wondered just what he would wear tonight.
Ever since he'd started going out and staying out later and later, her son was always dressed to the nines. Pondering why her other sons couldn't dress up and take her out one night a week. Was that too much to ask of her sons? After all they sure did love her fucking them, was it wrong that she wanted some romance as well? His cologne foretold of his arrival as she heard his footsteps nearing the door. Her breath was caught in her throat as she took stock of her youngest son. That same crisp, black suit sat so snuggly to his shoulders. The smell of his hair gel wafted on the air soon to be over taken by that strange, alluring scent of his. Her heart beat faster as her eyes moved down his body as he stared at her, perplexed, as his door closed behind him. She truly couldn't believe how handsome her son had become without her even noticing it.
"Need something?" Drake asked, his eyes slyly ran down his mother's robe.
"I just wanted to see you off for tonight, I take it you'll be home late again?" Iliana asked, fighting herself from reaching out to her son.
"Most likely, yes."
"Be safe okay," Iliana said, resting the side of her head against the wall.
"Mom?! There's a limo outside!" Aidyn yelled from the ground floor.
"I take it that's your ride for the night?" Iliana inquired, as Drake tugged at the lapels of his jacket before buttoning the top button giving her a nod. Biting her lip as her eyes moved down his back, noting how the material was taut along it as he walked down the hall.
"Mom?! There's a woman..." Aidyn's words stilled in his voice as he saw his brother step onto the first floor. "Holy..." His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of his brother. The smirk Drake flashed him as he walked past him irked him to no end.
"Get your shoes on, quickly!" Iliana ordered tossing off her robe that hid the clothes he had on so her son would think she was readying herself for bed.
"Okay, why?" Aidyn asked, as he slipped into his old sneakers.
"Because dummy we're going to follow them. I don't trust what he said, there is no way Drake could buy a car like that flipping burgers," Iliana said, snatching her keys from the table. Peering out the window of the front door as her son slid into the rear of the limo. Arching an eyebrow at the sight of the lower half of a woman's legs, and how her hand slipped into her son's lap before the woman that she could presume was the driver closed the door.
"Mom, you sure we should be doing this?" Aidyn asked, as he held onto the hand grip that was attached to the roof as his mother sped to catch up to Drake.
"Yes," Iliana hissed. Wondering why that woman got to touch her boy like that and he wouldn't even allow her to simply hug him.
"There they are," Aidyn said, pointing out the limo as it turned onto an on ramp to the interstate heading for downtown.
Iliana kept a safe distance from the limo as they trailed after her son. After weaving through the downtown's nightly traffic, seeing the spotlights shooting up to the sky. Quickly pulling up to the curb as she noted the line of limousines idling, waiting to unload their passengers. Sticking to the shadows, always keeping her eyes on the limo her son was in, following in behind a group of people, hoping Drake wouldn't see them as they moved up to the crowd that was lining the entrance way to one of the cities grand play houses. Iliana couldn't stop her body from heating as the lights shone upon her son as he slid out of the rear seat.
"Holy shit! She's fucking hot!" Aidyn whispered to which Iliana could only agree. Looking down as his mother took hold of his right arm as Drake so gentlemanly helped the woman out of the car.
"She can't be any older than I am," Iliana whispered to her son as her eyes took note of how her brunette hair was freshly styled, nor did she enjoy the look in the woman's eyes as she peered over at her son as flashes of the cameras strobed in the evening air. She heard the woman's soft laugh, her eyes narrowed at how the woman rested her left hand on her son's upper chest. Wondering what Drake could have whispered to her to get her to look at him so lustfully as they walked along the red carpet. Her jealousy was quickly rising as the woman brushed up against her son, she noted how Aidyn was staring at the woman's swaying ass as she and her son walked through the play house doors.
"What the hell is he doing with that woman?!" Iliana growled dragging her son along with her. She couldn't believe she was jealous that her son, the son that she had told that she would never, ever fuck, was with another woman. Laughing with another woman, holding out his hand to another woman, gazing at another woman when those eyes of his that belonged staring at her body. Not. That. Woman's! Throwing open the passenger door, tossing her shocked son into the back seat of her small sedan.
Iliana didn't care if someone saw them. Drake had started this fire, and he wasn't going to quench it. She only saw that a fitting substitute be used in place of her straying son. "Take your fucking cock out," Iliana growled as she was poised over her son. Glad she was still wearing her skirt from work. "Yeah, who does this cock belong to, huh?!" she purred heatedly as her hand stroked her son's rod. Roughly pulling her panties to the side, the same panties she had caught her son jerking off in months ago.
"Y-you," Aidyn moaned as his mother's warm cunt engulfed his cock.
Thrusting her face within inches of her son's, "Then why the fuck were you looking at that woman's ass?!" Iliana hissed as she fucked her son rough and hard. "Is my tits, my ass, my body not good enough for you to leer at?! Am I just a woman you fuck and play around on?"
"What?! Mom you know I haven't slept with another woman since we've been doing this," Aidyn grunted as his mother was riding him harder than ever before. He's never seen her so worked up before. "Don't take this shit out on me because Drake doesn't want to fuck you any longer," he said, propelling his hips upwards making his mother squeal.
"But... Drake's my son, why doesn't he want to fuck me?" Iliana asked, even though she knew the reason. "I'm hotter than that woman of his tonight. So why not me?!" Weeping into her son's chest as Aidyn held her close. "Yes baby, fuck me, fuck me like you always do," Iliana said, softening her tone. Her hands balled around her son's shirt as Aidyn sent his rod rapidly into her cunt. They both knew they couldn't be there for very long, and she wasn't about to get caught by the police. Yet the thought of Drake's touch on her hip, the way his breath felt in her ear, the way his body felt against hers as they worked in the kitchen heated her core. "Drake!" Iliana screamed out in her mind as she came upon her son's thrusting rod.
And so, the week flew by before anyone realized, and before long Iliana was trying to hold back the tears as she watched her youngest son packing up his car for his long drive to college. How she wished she had never said those words to him. Knowing that they were the cause of why her son was fleeing from her home. Even though it was a little too late she yearned to have her son. To be the reason he flashed her that warm smile of his like she has seen as she stalked her son through the websites for the play houses. Just so that she could see who her son was with on any given night. While she did love the dinners he or she made every night nothing could take away the fact that her son was leaving, and she didn't know when she would ever see him again. Leaning into Franklin as he put his arm around her. Nodding when he whispered that it would be alright.
"Damn man, I don't know who I'm going to pick on with you gone," Aidyn said, bringing in Drake for a brotherly hug.
"I'm sure you'll find someone," Drake groaned.
"Some day you're going to have to tell me how you hooked up with that hot brunette from last week," Aidyn whispered into his brother's ear.
Drake stared perplexingly at his brother trying to figure out who he was talking about. His Madam had kept him busy over the last week and a half. Working him to the bone until it was time for him to leave. Not that he was complaining, he made twenty grand. He just hoped he could be as fruitful in New York as he was in Memphis. Then his eyes grew wide at who he was talking about. "Yeah, not going to happen bro, she's very private," Drake said, with a coy smirk. "If you're a good boy I may record her moans for you," he said, patting his brother's head.
"Fuck off, bitch," Aidyn said jokingly, pushing his brother towards the front of the house.
"I am so going to turn your room into my game room," Franklin smirked as he walked down the steps hugging his brother goodbye.
"Not unless you have the key," Drake retorted jiggling his keys in his pocket.
"Drake." Iliana's voice was but a soft whisper as she stood on the top step of her porch. Her hands were folded out in front of her, as her eyes quivered as her youngest son gazed up at her. How she had hoped this day would never come. She wanted all her children with her, living, sharing, and simply enjoying each other's company. Although she knew her own words had caused this rift between them. Iliana felt like such a fool as she watched the dawning light bathe her son. How she yearned to crawl into his bed, to have his arms wrapped around her, to feel his cock surging through her mound as she made it all up to him.
Nevertheless, she couldn't do that, no matter how much she was growing to feel those certain emotions for her own son. A son that she had so deeply hurt. "You drive safe, and don't y-you drive too fast," her voice began to tremble, "and watch out for college girls, they aren't to be trusted," Iliana said, feeling heat flooding her cheeks as her son smirked up at her.
"Yeah... won't have a problem with that, I'm kind of into older women," Drake said, in a low seductive tone. "You know what I mean Aidyn?" he asked, as his brother walked past him.
"I'll tell you later," Aidyn whispered to Franklin as he stared at Drake like he had two heads.
"Boys, give me and your brother some privacy please," Iliana said, in a motherly voice. "Drake, honey," her feet lightly touched the steps as she walked down them to stand in front of her son, "I know I've tried to apologize so many times for the words I said to you those many months ago. But you have to understand baby, you ruined quite a number of my panties when you just left your seed to dry on them."
"Oh?!" Drake said, in genuine shock. "How much?"
"What?! Drake you don't..."
"How much?" Drake stated more firmly.
"About three hundred dollars' worth, and some of them were my favorites too," Iliana said, in a little pout. Her eyes widened as her son pulled out his money clip.
"Here," Drake said, holding out the two grand he kept on him for walking around money and to entertain the ladies when his card just wouldn't do.
"Drake... I can't take this!" Her body heated as her son stepped closer to her. His eyes always on hers, gasping as his hand darted into her shirt. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as she felt the heat of his finger as it ran along it before tucking the money into the cup of her left breast. She wondered if he felt how hard her nipples were. Feeling the heat of her cunt radiating out as Drake slowly removed his hand from her shirt.
"Yes you can, I know about Dad divorcing you. I can understand why," nodding to the house, "yet I don't like how he's going about it. So you use that for whatever you need, panties, food, bills, whatever you want okay?"
"But honey, that's a lot of money, you just gave me a few hundred..."
"Two grand actually," Drake smirked mischievously as his mother's jaw dropped.
"And you just willingly..." Her heart raced as her son nodded.
"You are my Mom you know. Just because you don't want to... you know, like you do with them," Drake nodded once again at the house, even though he knew she did. "Doesn't mean I don't want to take care of you. So if things get tough, you call me. I'll wire you some money."
"Why are you so good to me? When I said those hurtful things to you?!"
"Because it's what sons do for their mothers. We take care of them when they need it, like they do with us," Drake said, laying on the charm. He wanted her lusting after him. Wanted her pining away for him while he was gone. He planned on keeping her on edge all the while too. So when the time came and she was on her knees begging him for his cock. He might let her have a small taste of it. He tried not to get hard as his mother's breasts pancaked out as she abruptly hugged him.
Iliana felt his hands on her back. The light touch of his fingertips as they danced up and down her spine. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep her body from trembling. Her eyes flew wide, burying her face in her son's neck as he softly bit her earlobe. How was it that her son knew that was one of her turn-ons when her other sons couldn't figure that out.
"Drake!" Iliana gasped as she jumped out of his arms holding her now unclasped bra to her chest. She wondered how he did it, it was so light that she didn't feel his fingers until her bra went slack.
"Had to try for old time's sake," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Don't you dare try that again!" Iliana said, wagging her finger at him while her right arm was laid along her chest to keep her bra and the money from spilling out onto the ground. All the while she felt her clit throbbing like mad as she saw that spark of his reach his eyes once again. As she stared at the boy... no she could no longer call her son a boy. No. He was a man now, a man who knew what he wanted and how to get what he wanted. That was the feeling she got as she looked into her son's blue-green eyes.
How she wanted him so badly right then. Yet knew she had to put her desires to the back of her mind. She wouldn't willingly subvert her son's own welfare for her own personal gain. Iliana might have pushed her son away from her loving bosom, nevertheless, she could still be his mother. "Now you be safe, you call me when you get to a hotel, I don't want you driving all night just to get there in one day. And Drake..." Swallowing hard, knowing it was going to be so painful not having her baby around anymore, "I love you. Come home when you can, okay?"
"Sure Mom," Drake said, with a warm smile. "Love you too." Waving goodbye to her as he walked to his car.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as her arm waved through the air as her son's car disappeared into the distance. Turning around burying her face in Franklin's chest as he hugged her as she cried her eyes out.
******
Chapter Three.
October of that year...
"Drake?!" His brother's voice came over the line once he answered the phone. Looking over at the late fifties woman his new Madam had matched him up with the night before. Seeing the smile on her face as she slept soundly next to him in the apartment the 'Agency' had rented out for him so if the need arose he could take them there without worrying about the cops busting him for prostitution.
"Hold on," Drake whispered into the phone as he slyly slipped out of his bed. Throwing on his robe as he walked across his apartment. Easing his front door open so not to wake his sleeping guest. "Okay, what's going on?" he asked once he got out into the hallway. Quickly closing his robe as his neighbor's door began to open. Nodding to the old man that wandered out. Those that came here all knew what this place was, they were just wise enough to keep their mouths shut about it or be blackballed from all the escort agencies in the city and the surrounding area.
Glancing out of the corner of his left eye as his college age female neighbor flashed him like she always did when he was out here when her nightly client left. Watching the hunger in her eyes as he flashed her his cock in kind. It was their ritual, and yes, it led Drake to fuck her brains out when neither of them were working. They had this standing rivalry that whoever could make their client out moan the other either got a blow job or her pussy eaten, and he was due a blow job.
"Mom's in trouble?!" Drake held his hand up as she stepped out of her apartment to pay her debt.
"What do you mean Mom's in trouble?" Drake asked, nodding when she mouthed 'Later?'
"Shit man, I don't know where to begin." Drake heard Franklin pacing their kitchen.
"How about starting at the beginning," Drake said, glancing into his apartment hoping the woman didn't wake up anytime soon.
"First off, Dad's being a fuck face!"
"O-okay, not much I can do about that," Drake state trying not to chuckle.
"He's draining Mom of every penny she has! Me and Aidyn have tried to make ends meet while this is going on, yet Dad is dragging this out in the courts and it isn't cheap. It's not making things easy around here. And now, the hot water heater just up and died yesterday!" Franklin sighed in frustration.
"Okay, I can help with the bills and the heater. I can't do anything about Dad," Drake said, grinning wickedly at his brother's stunned silence.
"The heater cost twenty-four hundred plus installation, I know that because me and Mom were at Lowe's for four hours yesterday trying to see if we can get on a payment plan; and about another three or four just to get caught up on the bills. So just how the hell can you have that kind of cash when I'm lucky enough to see five hundred every two weeks?!"
"Would you accept I'm just better than you?" Drake teased his older brother.
"Fuck you, toothpick!" Franklin retorted his mirth carried over the line.
"Nah, I'm not into bestiality," Drake replied with his own cut down. "And I'm not so little anymore," he said, looking down at his now sculpted chest. While he might not have his brothers' bulky muscles, yet he was big for someone with his type of body frame.
"Burn! You just got owned!" Drake could hear Aidyn laughing in the background.
"We're twins you idiot?!" Franklin snapped.
"Yeah, but not identical."
"God damn it, I hate you sometimes Drake," Franklin growled in his ear. Drake couldn't stop laughing as Aidyn joined in at their brother's misfortune.
"Is Mom up?" Drake asked, seeing his guest starting to stir beneath his sheets. "Listen, let me get my guest up, I'll call back in an hour," as his eyes fell upon those wonderful breasts, "better make that an hour and a half." Cutting the line and sliding his phone back into the pocket of his robe. Smiling sinfully at his awakening client as the door closed behind him. Seeing the lust in her eyes as his cock swung freely.
******
Iliana chewed on her thumb nail dreading the call to come. She hadn't told her son their hardships because she didn't want him to think she was using him for his money because her soon-to-be ex-husband was being a lying, asshole! Ten years he's been fucking her sister behind her back. How she wanted to claw her eyes out when she gloated about it. Her leg rapidly pumped in her nervousness. She had sent her sons out of her bedroom. She wanted to be alone when she talked with Drake. Ever since he's been gone they talked almost once a day, emailed and texted like crazy. She knew more about him in the few months he's been gone than she did during the months that led up to his departure.
The way they drew close to one another. The way his voice stirred something inside her that made her feel warm, safe, and wanted. How she would lay there when she was alone in her room which was always when Drake called. Touching herself as she listened to him telling her what life in New York was like. She knew he was seeing women; she had heard quite a number of them in the background the number of times they talked at his apartment. She didn't know why, yet the thought of those women pushing her to her knees in front of her son.
Letting him slap his cock across her face to punish her for pushing him away, for allowing herself to get blinded by the experience that was still fresh for all three of them once her sons turned eighteen, unable to see the potential in him yet by the time she did it was too late. Making her take her son's hard cock into her mouth to become Drake's willing cuckquean. Hanging her head, rubbing her thighs together as she recounted how hard she came as that fantasy replayed and replayed in her mind every time she talked to her son.
"Hey baby," Iliana said, weakly. She felt so ashamed that her youngest son had to bail her out as she answered the phone.
"Mom? Didn't I tell you to call me if things got tough?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, I just didn't want you thinking I was only calling for your money," Iliana said, in shame. A strange noise caught her attention as it came over the line.
"Still. You should have told me. I did say I wanted to take care of you, didn't I?"
"Y-yes," Iliana admitted, feeling her lips curve into a smile. "Baby, what's that noise?"
"My cappuccino machine."
"You didn't tell me?! How is it?!" Iliana asked, excitedly.
"Better and cheaper than Starbucks. Now, have you gotten a plumber lined up to install the new water heater?"
"Not yet, but Lowe's said, if we came in before eight am today we could have it in sometime this afternoon or evening," Iliana said, bashfully. Grinding the ball of her foot into the floor as she bit her lip at how grown up her son sounded.
"You still have that card I sent you, right?"
"Of course, honey. I just never touched it once I had it activated."
"Okay, I'll transfer ten thousand into the account." Iliana gasped at the amount. She was not about to take that kind of money from her own son! No parent should fall so far that her children had to save her ass. She started to speak yet her son wouldn't let her. "Use what you need to catch up on the bills and pay for the heater. Then use what's left to cover the next month bills and repairs to the house if it's needed. When you get back from Lowe's I want you to show me all the bills so I can make sure you have the money the first of the month to cover it once the account dips below the threshold. Franklin and Aidyn can cover the groceries, and you can use what you make to take Dad to court."
"Drake that's too much, I can't..."
"Too late, it's already done. So stop trying to talk me out of it and let me take care of the house." Iliana opened up the app he had told her to download, using her fingerprint as a password. Her eyes widened and quivered at the sight of the amount.
"Honey, why are you being so good to me?" Iliana asked, somberly.
"I have stated my reasons, Mom."
"You sure you don't mind me using this... money?"
"No. Wouldn't have given you the card if I did." Iliana heard him take a sip of his coffee.
"And helping me isn't going to hurt you money wise is it?"
"No."
"Thank you sweetheart, you don't know how much of a load this takes off my shoulders. So... how's the coffee?" Iliana asked, while in truth she wanted to say: 'When are you going to take care of me?' but thought better than to speak the words.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it, when Franklin and Aidyn make it big make sure they buy you a nice big home."
"But I love this house, it's where my babies grew up. Where I hope my son comes back to," Iliana said, hoping he took the hint to come home during Thanksgiving break.
"About that..." Her heart skidded to a stop at the tone of his voice. That told her she wasn't going to like what she heard.
"Please Drake tell me you're coming home for Thanksgiving?"
"I can't, not if I want to make the pick for the year abroad in Italy next year. Which would mean me working my butt off until Christmas break to show them I'm deserving to go given that I'd be a sophomore."
"Italy! The hell you are! You are going to Italy over my dead body!"
"I'm not asking for permission Mom. That was me telling you what I'm going to do. If I get in, I am going to go to Italy."
"Sorry Drake, but a whole year?! That would mean I only get to see you for a few weeks before you dash off for a year and a half. It's not enough time Drake! I miss my baby. I miss having you here. It's not the same when I walk in and no one's there to hug me and give me a kiss. I know you did it to feel my breasts, still," she fidgeted on her bed as her voice took on a soft, warm tone, "it made me feel loved. Aidyn can't shut off a game to greet me with a real hug!" Iliana groaned. "Why are you wanting to go to Italy anyway, and how would you pay for it?"
"Already got that covered, as to the why, that's simple to study the architecture."
"But can't you do that over the web?" Iliana asked, not wishing to lose all that time with her son.
"No. Not everything is on the web, Mom. There are some things that can only be studied in person."
"You sure you don't just want to go so you can fuck all those hot Italian women?" Iliana asked, blushing madly as her son laughed. It made her heart flutter every time she heard it.
"Okay, I won't deny that's a very good bonus, but no, it's strictly about the buildings."
"So... what if I wanted to come visit since you won't come here..."
"You crazy New York City during Thanksgiving?! I'll rent a place for us away from the city if you want to come. But I'll still be working so don't expect many outings."
"But then we can see each other, so I don't care if you'll be working. It'll still be more than what I see of you now. Also, what if I want to come spend Christmas with you in Italy? Would you mind that?" Iliana asked, with baited breath.
"I don't have a problem with that, but let's see if I win that spot first before we get that far. For all I know I could be spending summer on the couch." Iliana snorted at that. "What?!"
"Drake if you're going to lie, be sure it's not to me. We both know the moment you get home you'll be back to whatever it was you were doing before you went off to school. I'd still like to know what that is by the way. Because I'm starting to suspect you're a male stripper turning tricks in the back room," Iliana said, jokingly. A warm light flooded her eyes as her son belted out a hearty laugh.
"What's wrong with you?! Have you seen me I'm all skin and bones, who would want to see that?"
"Me," Iliana said to herself.
"Okay, I have to go take my shower and head to class. Talk to you later, Mom."
"Goodbye baby, study hard, don't get into any trouble and Drake?" Her lip trembled knowing it might be days before they talked again. Sometimes they both were just too busy for a long talk. How she was going to miss her baby boy.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Mom."
Silently wiping a tear away, knowing her son wasn't coming home any time soon. Every day that Drake was gone from her home it felt as if the house itself missed Drake's presence. Falling back onto her bed, her red hair feathering out around her as she stared up at the ceiling. Wondering just what was happening to her as she placed her arm over her eyes.
"Mom?" Aidyn said, sticking his head into the room once he knocked. "What did Drake say?"
"You and your brother get dressed. We have to get to Lowes, if we want to take a hot shower tonight," Iliana said, quickly sitting up. A warm smile appeared on her lips as her thumb brushed along the card. It almost felt like they were a couple sharing a banking account. In a sense they were, at least in her dreams they were. "And the next time you see Drake you better thank him immensely," she said, turning to look at her middle child.
"Why?"
"Because of him we aren't going to lose the house. In a sense this is now his house, since he's going to be the one paying for it. But he told me to tell you and Frank you'll be the ones paying for the groceries. Tell your brother that when the two of you get ready to leave," Iliana said, the worry that had marred her eyes for the past three months faded away from her face. When Mario refused to pay his half of the house payment, she didn't know how she was going to keep the house on only her pay check. She was glad her kids had scholarships otherwise she wouldn't have a clue how she was going to pay for that as well. Last month she had to beg and plead with the power company to give her another month to get caught up. Holding the card against her chest, sending a silent thank you to her son for this chance to save her home.
"Franklin! This is Drake's house now; you better kiss his ass or he'll kick your ass out!" Aidyn called down the hall to his older brother.
"The hell he will!" Franklin shouted back causing Iliana to giggle.
******
Chapter Four.
December, three weeks before Christmas...
"Mom relax, your pacing isn't going to make Drake appear any faster," Franklin said, as he tried to watch the game tapes while his mother paced the living room.
"Yeah, Drake said he be here by five, it's only..." looking at the clock, "five till four, he still has an hour to get here," Aidyn said, he had watched how his mother was in a frenzy all weekend, even going so far as to wrangle he and his brother into cleaning the house from top to bottom.
"I know that Aidyn," Iliana grumbled. She couldn't get away during the Thanksgiving break. She was late in requesting the days off she would need to drive to New York and back. When she did it was only to learn that there weren't enough people left to cover for her if her boss granted her leave. How she hated her boss at that moment. Then recounting her son's calming voice telling her that he'd be home in two weeks so she shouldn't worry. Still though, Iliana couldn't believe how her youngest son had stepped up when his two older brothers would rather goof off than to take care of their home.
When they could find the time she went over everything she used his money for. Normally, it was only to pay the bills, when she walked into the bank and paid off the three months that she was behind, along with that month's payment. How she loved the look on that arrogant ass's face. The nerve of that man thinking she would whore herself out just to save her home. Yet sometimes, he'd let her use it to spoil herself.
How she was the talk of the office when she walked in the next day after her visit to the spa. At forty she knew her looks would soon start to fade. Iliana also knew Franklin and Aidyn wouldn't be around for much longer. They had lives to live, NFL and MLB careers to build, they had already been scouted and offered positions in the draft. She was so proud of her boys, however, soon enough, she would be alone in a house that held so many memories. How she just wanted her baby home.
"It's just we've always been together all four of us, and now Drake's been away for so long. I don't know how I'm going to cope when you all are gone and living your own lives," Iliana said, tears rimmed her eyes as she pressed Franklin's and Aidyn's heads to her bosom as she leaned over the back of the couch.
"Mom. I do plan on coming home on the off season," Franklin said, brushing his cheek against her left breast.
"Yeah, I'll be here during the winter, and Frank will be here during the summer. So you'll always have one of us around," Aidyn said, rubbing his mother's back.
"My sweet, sweet boys," Iliana cooed softly as her thumbs brushed through their hair. Her heart raced; her ears twitched as she heard the sound of a car pulling up. Her eyes grew wide, her skin heated at the sight of Drake's black Audi. "Drake!" Her glee burned in her eyes as she ran to the front door, throwing it open, her legs carried her across the distance. Her arms out stretched, her red hair whipping behind her. Her smile reached her eyes as his face appeared as he lowered his trunk lid. Feeling him stagger back a few steps as she leapt into his arms. "Drake, I'm so very happy you're home!" Iliana sighed happily as she nuzzled her son's neck. Feeling her body tingle as she inhaled that same strange scent her son had started to wear before he left home.
"Hi Mom, missed you too," Drake said, gently hugging her, rubbing her back as he did.
She was so happy that she had chosen to wear a thick sweater otherwise her son would see how aroused she was. Drake's face had transitioned from that boyish face he's had all through his life to the face of a well-groomed and very handsome man. Iliana wondered what her fingertips would feel like skimming along his smooth jawline. Her eyes ran down his neck, along his black Navy peacoat noticing how his chest was thicker than before, along his pants taking note of, while not snug, yet it showed her enough of how her son had developed during his time away. A soft smirk graced her lips at her son's clean black tennis shoes.
"You've grown up so much, I hardly recognize you," Iliana said, in a sweet motherly voice. She nearly melted as that same luster was in his eyes that she so recklessly harmed.
"And you're still as beautiful as the day I saw you sunbathing in the back yard,' Drake said, with a coy smile.
Iliana's face heated rapidly at those words. That same tingle in her womanly peach began to grow. Casting her eyes down so not to torment herself as she imagine what his lips would feel like.
"You shouldn't say that to your mother, but thank you, it's very kind of you to say so," Iliana said, bashfully. "Why don't we..."
"Oh, got you your present? Do you want it now or later?"
Shaking her lustful, deprived thoughts from her head. "Drake after everything you've done you don't have to get me anything. You've saved my -- our home -- you've been so good to me. That's all I really need... well maybe you home for good," Iliana said, batting her eyelashes at him. She couldn't believe she was flirting with her own son. She allowed herself to hope that maybe soon they could be together if she was very lucky.
"Then what am I to do with another cappuccino machine?" Drake asked, quite stumped at the problem at hand.
"You got me one!" Iliana gasped, then squealed loudly in excitement. After seeing pictures of the one Drake had, and how good the coffee looked she's been so jealous. Yet she wasn't about to waste her son's money on such things. She also didn't miss the fact that Drake's eyes were following the bounce of her breasts. Sighing inwardly, it almost felt like everything was back to normal before she opened her mouth those seven months ago.
"Yeah," Drake nodded, as he opened the rear passenger door.
"Franklin!" Iliana yelled out.
"What?" Franklin responded as he stood on the porch.
"Come carry Drake's present to me into the house for me," Iliana said, looking back at her son.
"Welcome home Drake," Franklin grumbled as he wrangled the box out of the car.
"What happened to your truck?" Drake inquired, as he and his mother walked behind him.
"Threw a rod, cost too much to fix when the truck wasn't even worth it. So we junked it."
"So you've been playing the soccer mom huh?" Drake asked, jokingly.
"Sometimes I wonder if they're grown men after all and not toddlers," Iliana chuckled.
"Well... Drake's definitely home," Aidyn said, smiling at his younger brother as Drake appeared over Franklin's left shoulder as they entered.
"Don't encourage him," Franklin growled low at his twin.
"Honey what are you doing?" Iliana asked, as her son took out his phone.
"Buying a plane ticket," Drake said, plainly.
"But why you just got here," Iliana said, her fear of her son flying way evident in her voice. "Surely, you aren't going to Italy so soon?!"
"What?! No, I'm not leaving for Italy until my final exam is over in May. Oh, yeah, I got in was going to tell you later tonight after dinner, but well, you brought it up," Drake said, noticing his brother's surprised looks. "As to why, I'm leaving my car here for you to use while I'm gone," he said, looking right at his mother. Enjoying the shocked look on his mother's face. "I'm not about to leave my car in their care."
"Hey!" Aidyn and Franklin barked in unison.
"You two don't have a record of taking care of things," Iliana said, waving her sons off. "You sure about this Drake, that's a very expensive car."
"Yeah, you I trust not to tear up my leather seats, and to take care of the maintenance on it. Plus, it's too expensive to park the car in the city and I rarely drove the whole time since I've been there. If it's here then I don't have to worry about someone breaking into it or stealing it while I'm in Italy but only after I leave," Drake said, with a smirk.
"Okay!" Iliana said, a little too quickly. She knew if she had his car he will definitely have to come home for it if he wants it. "I promise I'll take real good care of it while you're gone. Come on Franklin let's get set up in the kitchen," Iliana said, cheerfully.
"Hey," Aidyn whispered taking his little brother by the arm. Arching an eyebrow at how developed his muscles had become, what he could feel of them through Drake's thick coat. "Mind if I get some beer money from you. Frank and I are kind of tapped out this week."
"Only if you do me a favor in kind," Drake said, looking over at his brother.
"Okay, it's not some weird shit is it?" Aidyn asked, joking with his brother.
"No. Although, methinks you're into the weird stuff if you think I am," Drake said, taunting his brother. "I want you to run to the wine store and pick up a bottle of DuMol 2017 Syrah Wild Mountainside Russian River Valley."
"You drink... wine?" Aidyn inquired, looking at his brother strangely.
"Developed a taste for it, older ladies like the wine a tad more than the beer. Plus it's healthier for you than beer is. So you going to get me the bottle or keep ragging on me?" Drake spoke with a smile on his lips.
"Sure, sure. Bottle of wine for you beer for us. Win, win I say," Aidyn said, shrugging his shoulders. Watching his brother pull off a hundred dollar bill from his money clip.
"Forty bucks should keep you two in beer cans for a while," Drake said, handing over the bill to Aidyn.
"You really shouldn't walk around with that kind money Drake. Thanks for the cash, I'll be back soon," Aidyn whispered as he moved past his little brother. Taking his mother's car keys from the table. However, Drake only showed off his money to his family just to see the shock in their eyes.
"Drake come look," Iliana said, appearing in the doorway waving to her son to join them.
Setting his suitcases down by the table next to the wall. Hearing the rustling of the trash bag as he neared the kitchen. The Barista Express, the same model he had in his apartment in New York this one was just black instead of silver like his.
"Honey you must be hot in that coat why don't you take it off," Iliana said smiling. All the while wanting to see how much her son has grown since his time away from home. "Oh my... Holy..." she mumbled as Drake took off his coat and hung it on the back of one of the chairs that sat around their family table. Her eyes just couldn't look away as Drake's tight, white turtleneck detailed every inch of her son's chest.
"Not bad Drake, not bad at all," Franklin nodded approvingly. "I'm still stronger though," he said, smirking in the way all big brothers had when they're speaking with their siblings.
"Oh? Want to bet?"
"Fifty bucks says I am," Franklin said, moving up to the counter with an arrogant look on his face. His eyes glanced to the left as Drake dropped the fifty on the counter.
Iliana felt her body come alive as she watched how Drake's muscles tightened, the way his bicep bulged as he forestalled his brother. Feeling her mound moistening at the sight before her. Her hands slowly moved down to the hem of her sweater and the t-shirt under it. She never wore a bra when she was home. Plus, if she was truthful with herself, she's wanted to show Drake her breasts for some time. Biting her lip as Drake's eyes shot over to her as she shook her bare orbs for him. Then quickly covering herself, smiling mischievously as the back of Drake's hand hit the countertop.
"Maybe kicking your ass these days won't be as easy as it has been," Franklin said, with a brotherly smile.
"Yeah..." Drake's eyes darted to his mother who played innocent when his brother peered over his shoulder.
"And that's how you make your own cappuccino," Drake said, once he had shown his mother and brother how to do it.
"Can this thing make a latte? What, I like them don't look at me like that," Franklin scoffed.
"I got something that will go good with the coffee. Be right back." Iliana's mouth watered as her eyes burned into her son's backside. How she just wanted to bite it. To dig her nails into it as she held her son in place once his cock was buried deep, deep inside of her. To mark her son as her lover as she rode her son.
"What's this?" Iliana asked confused, as she stared down at the weird packaging.
"Dutch gingerbread, but it's not that spicy," Drake said, showing Franklin how to make a latte.
"Oh that's good," Iliana purred into her cup as her green eyes peered over the rim of it.
"Mmmhmm," Franklin hummed ignoring his brother's smirk.
"So honey, just how many hearts have you broken?" Iliana asked, as she reached for a cookie.
"None, I don't date," Drake said, his eyes smirking at his mother as he took a sip of his latte. It was more milk than he liked in his coffee but he'll deal with it. Watching his mother's mind race, seeing her face blush at the realization of what he was doing when she called.
"You could have told me you were busy?" Iliana whispered as her mind delved into those lustful waters at how her son would look like standing naked in her room with her lips wrapped firmly around his cock as she knelt before him.
"Why? Most of the time you called when they were leaving. There was no reason to tell you I just got done fucking them," Drake said, a devilish light glinted in his eyes as he nibbled on the gingerbread.
Iliana's cheek twitched as her son's phone rang. Watching how he sat down his cup, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Those dark sinful thoughts began to form in her mind as she thought what it would feel like as her son wrapped her in those strong arms of his as she watched how his bicep tightened as Drake scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah, I figured the news of my return would get around quickly. No. Not tonight, tomorrow. Alright text me the time. Yeah, I'm still going. Yes, we've talked. As long as it's close to the college I'll be studying at, I don't mind. Okay, I'll come by Thursday, see you then," Drake said, hanging up with his Madam. "What?"
"You put off doing whatever it is, to spend time at home," Iliana said, in genuine surprise.
"Yeah," looking at his mother like she's lost her mind, "I did just get here be kind of rude to just leave, don't ya think?" Drake said, popping the last of the gingerbread into his mouth.
"Frank!" Aidyn called out once he entered through the door. "Come help me carry in the beer!"
"Wait?! I thought you didn't have any free cash," Franklin said excitedly, quickly getting up from his seat.
"Yeah, I didn't. Here, sorry took a while to find it. Better be good wine for sixty bucks," Aidyn said, handing the bottle over to his brother.
"It is, you should try it some time. You'd be surprise the things a good bottle of red will open," Drake said, allowing his innuendo to hang in the air.
"Drake you aren't old enough to drink."
"You going to stop me from sharing this over dinner with you?" Drake asked, with a pointed look.
"Dinner? You want to have wine... with me... over dinner?" Iliana stammered.
"Well yeah, I mean I'd rather have wine than beer. Unless you don't want to celebrate my homecoming with me," Drake said, noticing how his brothers were staring at him seeing how he had instantly spun it around on their mother.
"... Hey..." Drawing out the word, "that's not polite to tease your mother like that. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions Drake. I'd love to share a glass of wine with you over dinner. Which reminds me, I've been cooking a pork roast all day. I hope pulled pork, coleslaw, and baked potatoes are okay with you?"
"Sounds lovely Mom," Drake said, in a soft alluring tone as his brothers left to haul in the cases of beer.
"Glad to hear it," Iliana said, smiling down into her coffee cup. "Drake, can we take a walk around the backyard?" she asked softly, as her gaze rose.
"Sure."
"Drake, are you really dating older women?" Iliana asked, as she and her son walked along the flower bed that lined the rear wall of her fenced in backyard.
"Depends on what do you mean by older," Drake said aloofly.
"Women my age Drake," Iliana clarified.
"Yes, I've dated quite a few of them."
"And just how can you get a woman twice your age into your bed? You know what, I want you to show me," Iliana said, seeing Mrs. Rothberg exiting her home from her rear door. "Emma! Come over here for a second," she called out as she waved her arm to her neighbor. Opening up the upper half of the spilt door they had each installed into their fencing so they could chat in private.
"Oh my, Drake, you've really grown up," Emma said, her leering eyes ran down his chest as they stood in the fifty degree, late afternoon air.
"And you've only gotten more stunning since I've been gone," Drake said, as he stepped closer. His fingertips glided along the palm of her hand. Noticing the subtle hints of her interest as his thumb gently rubbed in a circular motion along the back of her hand. "It's a shame though."
"What is?!" Emma said, breathlessly.
"That there's a stunning woman living in that house and the man that occupies her bed is too blind to notice how she's lonely and craving something," Drake said, if his mother wanted to see him in action then he wasn't going to hold back. Watching the light blush that started to form along her cheeks as the pads of his fingers lightly danced along the back of her hand.
"How...?"
"A sane man would have trouble keeping his hands to himself with you at his side. Plus if he was giving you want you needed, you wouldn't be out here allowing me the privilege to whisper sweet nothings to you. Voglio sdraiarti, spogliarti dei tuoi vestiti, guardare il tuo bel corpo. Ti ascolto gemere mentre assaggio la tua piccola fetta di paradiso. Quindi la mia domanda per te è: hai mai cum in meno di due minuti prima? (I want to lie you down, strip you of your clothes, gaze at your beautiful body. Listening to you moan as I taste your little slice of heaven. So my question for you is have you ever cum in less than two minutes before?)" Drake asked, switching over to Italian something a few of his clients had taught him.
Punishing him for every word he got wrong by licking their cunts which led him to becoming quite good at both acts. He knew Emma would understand given that her grandmother came from Italy and it was spoken primarily in their home, and English when they left it. She or her family never spoke it around Emma's husband, since the man didn't take the time to bother to learn it.
"Drake!" Emma gasped in shock. One: he was so forward in his desire that it took her aback for a moment. Two: it was the fact that Drake was speaking in fluent Italian. Something that she didn't know that he could do. "While I'm very flattered, and should slap you for speaking... so teasingly to me, I'm twice your..."
"L'età non significa nulla quando le tue cosce sono avvolte intorno alla mia testa. (Age means nothing when your thighs are wrapped around my head.)"
Iliana just stood there in shock as her son was actually winning Emma over. Something she thought the woman wouldn't have entertained given the numerous times she shot Aidyn down. Her eyes glanced down noting how Emma's nipples were detailed by the fabric of her shirt. She also noticed how her son's eyes were always on Emma's. Then the question finally popped into her head on when and how he could speak so well in Italian, and why she found herself feeling jealous as her son simply held Emma's hand.
"E se non riuscissi a mantenere la tua promessa. Cosa poi? (And if you can't keep your promise. What then?)" Emma finally spoke only to answer her son in Italian.
"Quindi per una settimana puoi usare la mia lingua tutte le volte che vuoi (So for a week you can use my tongue as many times as you want)," Drake spoke in a seductive tone.
"E se volessi andare oltre, se infrangi la tua promessa? (And if I wanted to go beyond that, if you break your promise?)" Iliana heard the want in Emma's voice. She had no idea what he was saying yet the way he looked at Emma she didn't need to know. Every woman knew that look on a man's face, confidence with a mix of lust within it. Feeling how her mound was throbbing and growing moist the longer she watched.
"Allora puoi usarmi comunque preferisci (Then you can use me anyway you prefer)," Drake uttered.
In that moment Iliana knew Drake had done something that she thought wasn't possible as Emma opened the lower half of her spilt door.
"You sure I'm not too old for you?" Emma asked, as Drake slipped into her backyard.
"Of course not, think of all the things you can teach me," Drake replied as his hand rested on the small of her back.
"Stop," she giggled as she slapped Drake's chest, "I'm sure you have plenty of experience." Iliana heard Emma utter as she and her son walked back to her house. She could not for the life of her believe that this was happening and in front of her own eyes no less! "Why are you opening the window? Fuck never mind that, let's see if you can do what you so lewdly spoke in front of your own mother. Such a naughty..."
"Surely, she couldn't become speechless so soon?" Iliana thought to herself.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Mmmhmm... there, right... fucking there! I'm going to cum Drake, I'm going to wash that mouth out with my peach juice!" Emma screamed out for dear life. "Well fuck me, you weren't lying." Emma's laugh filled the air. "I so needed that..."
"There that should clean you up, I can't help with the taste of my pussy on your tongue," Emma cooed as they stood on her back porch.
"Something I'll always remember fondly," Drake said, with a warm caring smile. Looking down as Emma took hold of his wrist.
"Drake, did you mean it when you said I could do anything to you if I had won?" Emma asked, trying to hold back the need from her voice.
"Within reason, I'm not going to be ridden like a horse," Drake said, smiling at Emma's soft giggle.
"If... if I have another lapse of judgment, say in a day or two, and that I needed a man to make me feel like a woman again... would you truly make love to a forty-nine year old woman?"
"In a heartbeat! I know a few men who would love to get to know you. If you need some company after I head back to school," Drake said, truthfully.
"I hope it isn't your brothers?" Emma asked, trying to keep her irritation from her voice.
"No, no, nothing like that, they're quite respectful to the ladies they date. If you need some company now and again," leaning in, "just so you know they're escorts like me, so you don't have to worry about them getting attached if you only need to scratch the itch and keep everything discreet. I'm not telling you to cheat on your husband, but if he's not fucking you, when you're as hot as you are at forty-nine. There can be only two reasons he's either gay, or already has another woman he's fucking. Don't worry, these men are clean and far more attractive than I'll ever be. You call me and I'll set up everything," Drake whispered into her ear as he slipped his card into her hand. "Whatever you do, don't tell my mother."
"But when you come back what if I want you?" Emma asked, nodding that she wouldn't tell his mother.
"Then you call, I'll open that door and you come on in, and I'll make sure you leave with a smile on your face and your juices running down your legs."
"Y-you wouldn't charge me?"
"You?! Never. Like I always say, the older the woman is, the more beautiful, and more experienced they are," Drake said, with a devilish grin. Emma molded her body against his as she kissed him without warning. Her moan was light in his mouth as Drake caressed her ass.
"Wednesday, noon, I'll only have an hour. Tell me, just how many do you think you can give me in that time?" Emma purred, her grip tightened on his arms, her heart raced, her womb clenched as Drake whispered into her ear. "Well... Drake, that was a very unique greeting," she said, smirking seductively at him as they both stood on their respective lawns.
"If you need a refresher, you know how to find me," Drake said, returning the smile. His eyes flickered over to his mother who stood in stunned silence the whole time he had wandered back to their yard. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?" he asked once Emma and he had closed and latched the spilt door. Hearing noise from the back door, a wicked, sinister smile formed on his lips as his brothers looked at him and then to Emma as she wandered back inside her own home. "I think you might have your hands full for a while," Drake nodded to his brothers before leaving his mother standing there "Maybe you should take notes," he said in passing, as he brushed past his brothers.
******
"You really going to bring her here?!" Franklin asked, trying to keep his erection under control as he and Aidyn peered around the doorframe as Drake pampered himself in their bathroom.
"Yeah, got a problem with that?" Drake spoke as he gathered up a pea sized ball of his dry cologne. "You two might want to look away, unless you're into me like that, which would be weird," he said, rubbing his hands together. Chuckling when his brother's heads quickly left the open doorway as he dropped his towel. "Now you two can wait outside and listen as a real man fucks," Drake said, patting the tops of his brothers heads hard as they sat watching a game in the living room while he had gotten dressed.
Emma drove like a bat out of Hell to get home. Her car flew into her driveway. Her legs quickly carried her into her home. Hoping that no one would wonder why she was moving so quickly. No one needed to know how horny she was to finally be able to be fucked for the first time in two years. If Drake could do half the things he said he could do then she would definitely take him up on his offer. She just hoped she could afford it. If her husband didn't want her any longer she'll find some young man to give her what she needs. Hiking down her pantyhose and her already soaked panties. Threading her bra through the sleeve of her dress, tossing it and her balled pantyhose and underwear onto the couch. Checking her hair in the mirror, straightening out her dress before rushing towards the back door.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she neared the door that connected their two yards. Never once had she cheated on her husband. Drake was right; her husband did have another woman, her husband knew that she knew, hence why she hasn't slept with him for two years. Yet it was just too damn costly for them if they divorced, and she had spent too many years getting her home just the way she liked it just to lose it. However, she would keep her affairs hidden far better than her husband ever could.
Her channel quivered as his cologne drifted on the breeze as Drake stood there dressed in a black turtleneck, and matching jeans. Emma wondered if he allowed all the women he's been with to trace every muscle on his body. She had touched herself a lot, she might add just thinking about it, after Drake had his face buried between her legs.
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting," Emma cooed as she stepped over the property line as her hand slid into his committing herself to this act.
"Not at all, I'm looking forward to seeing your gorgeous body in its afterglow," Drake said, in a sultry tone.
"You must have been with far more..." His finger on her lips stilled her words.
"The only woman I am with is the woman that's standing in front of me," Drake said, seeing how her eyes quivered as he ran his finger along Emma's lower lip. Before her lips engulfed it, her dark blue eyes burned in her hunger as her tongue swirled around it to show him just what awaited him once she got his cock into her mouth.
"I need you Drake," her body lightly pressed against his, "I always thought you were cute watching you grow up. You always spoke truthfully when we would see one another, why I never let your brothers get what they wanted. I knew they only wanted me for my body not as a woman, like I see in your eyes," Emma whispered, feeling her body on fire as she felt his hand lightly run along her hip then around to her back. Pulling her tightly against his hard body, her cheeks heated as his hand squeezed her right ass cheek. She knew she might get caught, yet she needed to taste his lips again. Her hands pressed against his shoulder blades as Drake kissed her like a man who wanted her and only her. "I don't have much time... can we?" Her nipples became rock hard as that seductive smile of his raised the corners of his lips. Emma bit her lip to hold back her giddiness as Drake led her to his home.
Drake only smirked at his brothers as Emma followed in after him as they stared in awe. "You might want to take notes," Drake said, over his shoulder making them watch as he caressed Emma's ass as she climbed the stairs to his room.
"You could learn something from your brother, if you stopped looking at me like some fuck toy, I might have slept with you." Emma's voice drifted down the stairwell. Drake couldn't help but smile as both their faces burned in a bright red. "Come on Drake, let's see how well you use that cock of yours like you can with that tongue of yours," Emma purred as her finger beckoned to him as she stood on the top of the stairs.
"I'll try to keep it down..."
"Oh, that's so not happening," Emma said, smiling down at him as Drake climbed the stairs. The moment he stepped onto the landing of the second floor Emma pounced. Moaning into his ear as Drake fingered her wet cunt in the hallway of his home. "Fuck me Drake, take me into that room and fuck me like a dirty, dirty whore," she growled heatedly. "Bye, bye boys," Emma waved at the stunned and shocked Aidyn and Franklin.
"This is so fucking wrong," Aidyn hissed as he paced their living room as they listened to Emma's moans and wails as Drake's bed squeaked like crazy.
"Oh Drake, you're going to destroy me with that thing! Don't... fucking... stop!" Aidyn turned his head, Franklin turned in his seat as her scream filled their home.
"I'm going to kill..." Franklin started to curse as house line rang.
"What the hell is going on there?!" Iliana asked, as she heard the sounds of a woman's moans.
"You are not going to believe it. Drake took Mrs. Rothberg upstairs," Franklin said into the phone, hoping his mother could make his brother stop fucking the woman he's been after for the past two years.
"Yes Drake! Oh God! My pussy feels so fucking full. That's it, pound that hard cock into me!" Emma's voice filled the house in her lustful moans. Iliana could only sit there in her office chair in silence as she listened as her son fucked another woman in her -- their home.
"Aren't you going to stop him?!" Franklin asked, incensed.
"Why would I? Drake's a grown man, and it is his house now, I have no say in who he fucks in it. H-he isn't doing it in my bed i-is he?" Iliana inquired, trying not to let her voice tremble.
"No," Franklin sighed, "he took her to his room."
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Emma squealed out in joy.
"I-I got to go," Iliana quickly hung up the phone before running to the women's bathroom in her office to cry her eyes out.
"I don't think I can drive back to work," Emma laughed as she and Drake walked down the stairs. "Next time we do this, you have to cum inside me," she said, smiling at Drake as he walked down in his robe.
"You sure?" Drake asked, slipping his arm around Emma's waist as they walked towards the back door.
"Mmmhmm... unless," leaning in her lips brushing along his ear, "you don't rubber up when you do your escort thing," Emma whispered sensuously into him.
"Oh no, that's a rule I never break."
"Good. I want to feel this hard cock," reaching down slipping her hand into his robe, "naked in my eager pussy, I know when I do feel you shooting that hot load into me, it's going to feel amazing." Her lips held a taunting smirk as she peered out the corner of her right eye at Drake's brothers before she and Drake slipped out the door.
******
Iliana pressed her forehead to the steering wheel of her car. Knowing she shouldn't be feeling like this given that it was she who had told him that she would never fuck him. Why did she say those words?! How she would sound so hypercritical now that she so wanted to know what the feel of her son's cock was like as she sucked on his hard rod. The way his hands would move along her body as he pumped that hard pole into her cunt and make her moan just like she heard Emma doing this afternoon. Turning her head, looking at her son's car, a little smile formed on her lips knowing that he was still home. If she couldn't have her son like she now yearned for, she would just have to be content with the time they had together. Then a sinful thought formed in her mind at what she was going to do in that car once he handed over the keys.
Walking forlornly into her home, her eyes grew wide as Drake stood there waiting for her. The moment he held up his arms she didn't hesitate. Her legs carried her hurriedly into his outstretched arms. Holding her son close and tightly as her warm smile filled her eyes. Snuggling closer to her son as she felt those strong arms wrapping her in their embrace. Biting her lip at how her breasts felt as they pressed against Drake's hard chest. Then a very curious scent filled her nose with a heavenly aroma.
Leaning back, turning her head, she knew it was an accident as their lips touched, yet she wasn't going to waste the opportunity. Her arms wrapped around her son's neck; her fingers feathered out as her hand pressed against the back of his head as her tongue rolled within Drake's mouth. Iliana felt her womb quivering as her son kissed her like a pro. The way his tongue would tease hers enticing her to explore his mouth. It was only because of Aidyn's cough that brought her mind back to the forefront.
"Drake... sorry, I got carried away there," Iliana said, looking away. Knowing that she couldn't have him, at least not until he was home for good.
"I don't know, did you have to add the tongue?" Drake asked, with a knowing smirk. Enjoying how his mother's face rapidly blushed.
"So what is that delicious aroma that's filling our house that I smell?" Iliana asked, burying her lust, her want, her yearning deep within her as her heart fluttered as she tasted her son on her lips. In reality all she wanted to do was take hold of her son's face and experience that kiss again. Nonetheless, as her gaze turned back to her son, all she saw was his back as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Chicken alfredo," Drake said, over his shoulder. "Hope you're okay with that?"
"Of course honey!" Iliana said excitedly, gesturing for Aidyn to close the door as she walked hurriedly into the kitchen. Her breath was caught in her throat at the sight of how their kitchen table was setup. Noting the air of intimacy as the flames of the candles flickered in the recirculated air. His father, or his brothers never went to this kind of trouble to set the mood for a simple dinner. "Drake, do I have time for a quick shower... or is it almost ready?"
"Umm..." opening the door to the oven checking on the bread, "should be ready in five minutes," Drake said, before closing the door and going back to coating the noodles in the cheese sauce. "I kind of timed it for when you got home. I'll remember for next time," he said, as he poured the pasta into the dish he had chosen for their meal.
"Okay, I'll be right back," Iliana said, dashing out of the kitchen, not seeing the knowing smirk on her son's face as she did.
"Whoa Mom, slow down," Franklin said, pressing himself against the wall as Iliana ran past. Shaking his head at how weird his mother has been acting ever since Drake had come home for winter break. "What's up with Mom?" he asked, as he walked into the kitchen. Opening the fridge and taking out a can of his and Aidyn's favorite brew.
"How would I know," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders as he washed the pan out. "You live with her, don't you know her well enough to know what her silent gestures mean?" he asked, looking over his shoulder as Franklin carried the bowl to the table.
"Come on man, who knows what goes on in a woman's head," Franklin sighed.
"And that's why you never will get into Emma's panties," Drake said, looking away as a wave of heat rose to greet him as he opened the door of the oven. "As soon as you fix that thinking of yours you might just get lucky," he said, smirking down at the bread. Knowing he had taken away their dream woman as he took her over and over again on his bed.
"Uh-huh, and all this isn't because you're still hooked on Mom?" Aidyn asked, stepping into the kitchen. Seeing how Drake peered over his shoulder at him.
"That's over, she doesn't want me, she made that very clear. This is simply called being a good son, when's the last time you two did anything for her without hoping to get some reward out of it. Women enjoy the little things, I would have thought the two of you would know that by now," Drake said, loading the towel lined bowl with all the sliced bread.
Tears rimmed her eyes as she pressed her back against the wall. Her lip trembled as her hands rested over her heart. How it tore at her to hear the sadness in his words even if her other sons couldn't hear it. "God. What have I done?" Iliana asked herself wiping her eyes. She didn't want Drake to see that she had overheard him. She would just have to live with the fact that she might never get to be with her son like he had so hoped for after she had so recklessly tossed him away.
"Everything smells so lovely Drake," Iliana said, as she appeared in the kitchen's doorway. "Thank you, for making dinner for us," she whispered before placing a kiss on his cheek as he sat the bowl in the center of the table.
Her eyes gazed at her son from over the rim of her wine glass. Watching how the muscles in his jaw moved as he chewed. The way his voice commanded the room when he spoke. The way the napkin moved along his lips as he wiped away the sauce that marred it. Dropping her head quickly, twirling the noodles around her fork, bring it up to her lips. "God. He can cook, if he ever..." Stopping her train of thought, she couldn't think like that. She gave up her right to her son the moment those words left her lips. Iliana had only herself to blame for that. Her eyes glanced down when she heard Drake's phone going off.
"Working tonight?" Iliana asked, trying to keep her sadness from her voice as Drake nodded. "Soon?"
"In an hour," Drake stated before draining the last of his white wine.
"Go get ready, we'll clean up," Iliana said, reaching across the table. Only wishing she could hold his hand if only for a moment. "You be safe okay?"
"Always am Mom," Drake said, rising from his seat.
Sliding into Aidyn's lap once he pulled her into him. His hands gently rubbing her back as she wept against his shoulder. She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid!
******
Chapter Five.
December of next year...
"Okay boys, remember we are here to visit your brother not to get in the way of his studies," Iliana said sternly, as her boys looked around the airport once they landed in Genoa, Italy. The moment she stepped off the plane she instantly felt her self-conscious peaking as the stunning women strolled by her and her sons. Something her sons didn't fail to notice. "Did you two hear me?"
"We heard," Aidyn said, his eyes wandering, uncertain at what gaze at. So he decided to gaze at the busty woman that was standing across the baggage claim area.
"You sure he won't mind us showing up like this?" Franklin asked, as he got his and his mother's bag from the conveyer.
"I want this to be a surprise," Iliana said, extending the handle of her suitcase. The time Drake spent at home was the hardest thing she had to do after she had listened to him fucking Emma. Having to put her desires to the back of her mind knowing her son was hurt deeply by her own actions. Still, as the days turned into months, the yearning never went away. In truth, it only grew as she and her son talked, their conversations gradually turning to a more sexual nature even if the hints were very subtle on her part.
How she would lay on her bed, with her fingers touching her peach as she spoke with her son. Then the day came and his departure to Italy weighed on her mind. Knowing that their daily conversations would come to a crawl. She didn't want to burden her son with the cost of calling international, however, when Drake told her to download the Messenger app to her phone. Emailing her son the screen name she had selected 'Lustfulmama' she wondered if he would get the hint.
Then as she was readying for bed, her phone went off. Her eyes grew wide, her smile touched her ears as her son's name appeared on the screen of her phone. How she giggled like a schoolgirl at the sound of her son's voice. For the first time since Drake had left the states she slept soundly. Then the pictures and videos poured in to her phone from every cathedral, ancient site, to the modern buildings that Drake went to see for a week out of every month. Yet it was his trip to Naples that truly pulled at her heart. Wishing how she could be there with him, to hold his hand as they walked through the city. To have his eyes only on her as they shared a meal at a small quiet café. Remembering the email she had wrote him during his trip to Florence.
To my dearest Drake,
How I long to be with you in Italy. To be at your side as you travel around the country studying things that I can't truly appreciate like you can. To feel the Mediterranean Sea air on my skin, the way the sun would bathe you as we walked along the beaches. I know I have no right to think things like this given those words I said to you over a year ago. Yet I can't help how my mind failed to see the man you have grown into. I let my anger and my lust blind me to man that laid there waiting to be awakened. How I wish it was me that did that, but that's not the case here. I want you to know how proud I am of you, and how much I miss you. Our home isn't the same with you gone from our lives -- from my life. I will always regret the words I spoke to you. I pray that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I hope when you get this you're having a good time in Florence; I hope you're being safe over there. No telling what Italian women are like. I might just come to find out some alluring woman has finally managed to get her hooks into you and to learn that you're settling down. I sure hope not, because... Drake, I'm in love with you.
I know, I know. I said those things. Stupid things. Yet I can't help it. Every time I look at you I want you; I need you, my body, mind, and heart longs for you. But I have to live with that, and I won't impose myself onto you. I gave that up on that afternoon. I just wanted you to know how much of an idiot your mother is for not seeing what was in front of me all this time. I'll end this here, I'm sure you have much to do. I am in love with you. Don't you ever forget that!
Love,
Your stupid, caring mother.
"Where can I take you?" asked a middle aged man with a thick Italian accent as he spoke English as she and her sons stood outside the airport. Iliana ignored how man was eyeing her lustfully. The only men who was allowed to do that were her sons.
"I don't how to say this," Iliana said, opening up the Messenger app, showing the man the address to her son's home while he was studying in Italy.
"That's a beautiful place, right along the beach. I can certainly take you," the man said smiling, knowing he was going to make a hefty sum. "So are you here on vacation or business?" the man asked, making small talk as they pulled away from the curb.
Iliana stared out the window in awe of the sight of her son's temporary home. She had seen the pictures that he had sent her, yet it didn't compare to seeing it in person. The light yellow paint glowed in the early morning light. The white lace curtains were open allowing her to peer into her son's home. Wondering what memories he had formed within those walls. Hoping that he would come home after his year abroad. She didn't know how she would cope if Drake decided to stay forever.
"That will be two hundred Euros," the man said, turning in his seat once he put his cab into park as they sat in front of Via Gerolamo Gaslini, 16150 Genova GE.
Iliana looked to her sons then to her wallet. She couldn't believe she had forgotten to exchange her cash when they were at the airport. "We only have US Dollars; will you wait so I can see if my son has it?" Iliana asked, with pleading eyes.
"Sure, but the meter is still running," the man said, wondering if he could just take out a trade for some pussy if they couldn't pay.
Iliana didn't hesitate as she jumped out of the cab. Looking back as her sons removed their luggage from the cab's trunk. Her finger trembled as it hovered over the doorbell before pressing it. She heard movement within his home, yet that wasn't all that she heard. The sounds of women speaking, granted it was in Italian, she had no problem understanding a woman's voice.
"Ciao... Mom?!" Drake's eyes widened in shock as his mother stood there smiling at him. "What are you doing here? I thought..." His eyes flickered over her left shoulder at the sight of his brothers.
"Umm... honey, I kind of forgot to exchange my money at the airport and I don't have any Euros to pay for our cab,' Iliana said, trying to keep her voice steady as she gazed at her son's bare chest that his opened robe allowed her to view. Her nostrils flared, her nipples instantly got rock hard at the sight of her son's soft member, before Drake quickly closed his robe. "Oh. My. Fucking. God. That thing has to be huge!" she screamed at herself in her head.
"Okay, tell him to give me a few, kind of got someone..."
"It's okay, we can wait out here. You weren't expecting us," Iliana said, her face rapidly heated. Feeling her panties beginning to conform to her throbbing labia. As her lustful mind wondered what that soft cock would look like in its full glory. Turning her back to him, clenching her hands as she fought the tremors as her panties brushed along her moistening cunt as she walked back to the cab.
"Scusa per l'attesa (Sorry about the wait)," Drake said, peering into the driver's side window. "Quanto costava la tariffa? (How much did the fare cost?)"
"210 Euros," the man replied. A little sad that he wouldn't be able to take a trade out on that woman's American ass.
"Give me a minute to see my guests off," Drake said, walking back to his home as his mother nodded as the cab drove off.
Aidyn and Franklin leaned against the railing of Drake's front porch. Their jaws dropped as a six foot tall woman and five foot three miniature version of the older woman stepped out of Drake's home.
"Mi scuso... (I apologize...)," Drake words were stilled as his client caressed his face.
"Non c'è bisogno (No need)," his client said, her eyes peered at the stunned men that stood on his porch from the corner of her left eye. Slyly noting how the woman that sat in the chair had her head bowed. "Apprezzo che lei abbia concesso questo cambiamento di programma alla nostra "data". Mia figlia aveva bisogno di qualcuno per mostrarle che lo sciocco non è tutto nel mondo. (I appreciate you granting this change of plans to our 'date'. My daughter needed someone to show her that the fool is not everything in the world.)"
"È stato un piacere mostrarle cosa ha perso quel ragazzo (It was a pleasure to show you what that boy lost)," Drake said coyly. Watching how her daughter's eyes fluttered as he lightly pinched her right nipple.
"Martedì prossimo, ho una funzione, sarà in grado di partecipare? (Next Tuesday, I have a function, will you be able to participate?)"
"Sì (Yes)," Drake nodded. Leaning in passionately kissing his client goodbye like his Italian Madam required of all her gigolos. Feeling her hand slipping into his robe's pocket, noting the thick envelope that contained the money for providing his nightly services plus the extra fee for a mother/daughter threesome.
As his lips left the eighteen-year-old's Drake could see how her mind was somewhere else as she sank into her bliss. He was a male whore, no reasonable woman would date him, not that he cared. He enjoyed the life, and the number of women he slept with. It only increased once he landed in Italy. It seemed to him his Madam in the states and the one he was working for while studying had promoted his arrival ahead of time.
"Ti dispiacerebbe se raddoppiassimo di nuovo? (Would you mind if we doubled up again?)" His client asked, causing the two of them to smile lustfully as Drake shook his head. As they turned to leave the two women had no trouble noting the bulges in the strange men's pants as they left. Smirking coyly at them as his client swayed her ass as she and her daughter walked to her awaiting car that stood ready while she and her daughter were getting their brains fucked out of them.
"Okay, so, hi, you're early," Drake said, turning to his family once his client's car pulled away from his home.
"Sorry Drake," Iliana said softly, as she got to her feet. "I wanted to surprise you, I didn't think you'd be... entertaining anyone," she said bashfully, unable to get the sight of her son's cock out of her mind.
"I thought you would be coming alone?"
"Dude, did you think we would let Mom travel alone. The cab driver alone gave us reason to be here," Franklin said, in a stern brotherly voice.
"Yeah, if we hadn't been there he would probably try to rape her or something, given the look we saw when he would look at her," Aidyn said, studying his little brother. Wondering how the hell he could be pulling all these beautiful women. He sure as hell wanted to know what they were speaking about.
"Ah. Well, I only have two bedrooms, so you three might have to..."
"Drake!" Iliana interrupted as she quickly stepped up to her youngest son. "I wouldn't mind sleeping in your bed," she said, feeling her skin becoming flushed with heat.
"You sure about that?" Drake asked, quizzically. He had read her email, he didn't respond. He wanted her to think he wasn't going to return it. If Drake was truthful with himself, his mother was the only woman he truly wanted. No matter how many beautiful, gorgeous women he has slept with. Even at forty-one his mother was still the most beautiful woman in his eyes. Still, he was going to make her crazy with lust before he even thought about taking her like she wanted to be taken.
"Let's finish this in the heat, shall we?" Drake said, welcoming them into his temporary home. "Your bedroom is down the hall to the left, bathroom is across from it," he said, pointing to the hallway as he closed the front door. "Linens have been changed yesterday, so you don't have to worry about a dusty bed." Seeing his brothers' nod as they carried their bags down the hallway. "Guess I need to clean out some drawers for you," Drake stated noting how her green eyes lustered.
Looking back as his bedroom door closed. Staggering back as his mother took hold of his face. His eyes went wide as he felt her hand fidgeting with his robe as she attacked his lips.
"Let me hold it baby, let me feel how much of a man you've become," Iliana said, in a sultry tone. Her eyes pleading with his that she needed this. Needed to know what exactly she unknowingly gave up. Watching his eyes as she undid the belt of his robe. Her breath was hot against his lips as her hand wrapped around Drake's soft member. "God. I've been such a fool," she muttered as she stared down at her son's thick cock.
She could barely get her hand around it. Drake wasn't as long as his brothers were, they were in the eight inch range but lacked the thickness as the heat of his erection burned in the palm of her hand as she held Drake's seven and a half inch cock. If she had to guess Drake was close to four inches thick. How she wanted it in her mouth and her pussy. She knew if she had that plowing her she'd be moaning to the high heavens. That wasn't about to be as Drake stepped out of her grasp.
"I think that's enough," Drake said, closing his robe. Inwardly smirking as he noted the lust in her eyes as she stared at how his cock tented his robe. "I think me getting dress would be best, don't you?" he asked, stripping the bed of the soiled sheets. Letting his mother see the giant wet spot on his burgundy sheets. Cleaning out the top three drawers of his dresser, placing his clothes on the now naked bed. Gathering up a long sleeve shirt, a pair of jeans and underwear before heading into his bathroom. Drake had purposely left it open enough that should his mother wish to peek she could see his reflection in the mirror.
Iliana's breath was caught in her chest as she held her clothes in her hand as she started to unpack for her week long stay with her son. Her eyes couldn't look away as she watched him stroking that hard cock. How her canal quivered as she remembered how her panties once adorned that magnificent rod of his. Hurriedly kicking off her shoes, if she hurried she could give him something that she so arrogantly harmed.
"Drake? Here," Iliana said, feeling her face burning as she stuck her arm through the crack of the door with her panties dangling in her fingers. She couldn't believe she was standing in his bedroom bottomless.
"I thought you wanted me to stop?" Drake asked, confused.
"I changed my mind, if I offer them to you... would you... let me watch?"
"You want to watch me jack off?" Drake asked, as he pulled the door open.
Iliana nodded her head vigorously as her gaze burned into that protruding member. Noting how his cock swelled as her son's eyes fell on the little strip of trimmed hair that lined her mons Venus. "God. I just want to run my tongue along the head of it," she thought to herself as she felt her mouth watering. Biting her lip as Drake inhaled her scent. Hoping he liked the smell of her pussy. Walking backwards to his bed, lowering her backside onto the mattress. Taking off her sweater, unclasping her bra, allowing her son to gaze at her 36D breasts and her naked body.
"I know it's too late to give you this, yet please let the image of my body get you off," Iliana cooed as she spread her legs. Allowing her son to peer at her moistening labia as he wrapped her soiled panties around his shaft. Sucking on her lower lip as she fondled her right breast as her eyes watched the head of his cock. Listening to how his pre-cum resounded in his room as he masturbated for her. "Drake?" Her voice carried a lustful tone as she gazed into his eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Will you shoot your cum into my mouth. I promise I won't suck it. I just want to taste you." Whimpering as she sank two fingers into her pussy. Feeling his left hand on top of her head, her green eyes peering up at him as she opened her mouth to accept his seed. Feeling it striking the roof of her mouth as rope after rope filled it. It took all her will not to wrap her lips around it as Drake brushed the tip of his rod along her lower lip wiping off the last drop onto it. Letting him see that she swallowed it all without hesitation. Falling back onto his bed once Drake went to get dressed.
"Nice place," Aidyn said, once Drake left his room after his shower.
"Thanks," Drake replied as he walked into his kitchen. Seeing his mother blush hard as she handed him the cappuccino she had made for him.
"Drake... can we... take a walk on the beach sometime?" Iliana asked shyly, as she took a sip of her own cappuccino, something she's gotten good at making. Hoping that he remembered the email she had sent to him.
"Sure, it will be cold though," Drake said, opening up the cupboard for the tin of biscotti.
"I bet you had a great view of the beach during the summer," Franklin said, with a coy smirk as he took a sip of his latte. Leaning forward, his eyebrows rose as he peered into the tin once Drake took the lid off.
"Of course, it is, after all, a nude beach," Drake said, dipping his biscotti into his coffee. Smirking when his mother choked on her coffee.
"You're kidding, right?" Aidyn asked, to which his twin brother nodding along.
"Nope. There's tons of them in Europe, I just happen to live on the edge of one," Drake said, teasing his brothers mercilessly. Loving the look of hate his brothers were burning into his hide. "It'll be an interesting spring break, that's for sure," he said, draining his cup and the last bit of his biscuit. "So, you all feel like sightseeing or is the jet lag getting to you?"
******
Tuesday night minutes before sunset...
Iliana snuggled herself deep into her son's peacoat. Her green eyes gazed out onto the Mediterranean Sea as Drake stood to the right of her. Tilting her head back, her eyes were closed as the gentle breeze flowed past them. Her mind went back to how his cum tasted on her tongue. Feeling her body heat wondering what it would be like to feel it surging up his cock when her mouth was wrapped around it. Feeling every rope swelling the underside of his cock as his cum erupted from its tip.
"Its so beautiful," Iliana whispered as the waning winter sun shone along those deep blue, white capped waves. "Drake?"
"Yes."
"I fear that you'll fall in love with this place and never come home," Iliana said, looking over at her son, leaving out the 'to me' part.
"Italy is nice and all, the wine is good, it's not illegal here," a smirk formed on his lips as he glanced at his mother, "but it's not home," Drake said, as the wind tugged at his hair.
Iliana's hands cupped her mouth as those words escaped her son's lips. Her lower lip trembled behind her hands. Trying to hold back her tears, ever since he traveled to Italy this underlying fear has been in the back of her mind.
"Isn't the drinking age twenty-one here?" Iliana asked, lowering her hands.
"No, its sixteen here," Drake said, watching how the sun bathed his mother's body as they stood alone on that sandy beach.
"What?! Oh thank god, I didn't raise the three of you here," Iliana chuckled. Stepping closer to her youngest son, wrapping her arms around his left, her right hand rested over his bicep. Pressing his arm deeply into the valley of her breasts. Resting her right cheek on his shoulder as they stood silently watching the sun dipping below the horizon. "When your time here is done, are you going back to New York?" she asked, with baited breath.
"Yeah, but it's a whole lot closer than Italy is. But then, I won't be working my butt off just to come here, so more free time."
"Then you'll be coming home every chance you get?" Iliana asked, hopefully. Her heart leaped as Drake nodded. "So when you're done with college, will you move back home?"
"You... really want me too?" Drake asked, looking into those stunning eyes of hers.
"Yes baby, I want you home," Iliana spoke as her left hand reached out, caressing his right cheek as she rose, placing a sweet lingering kiss on his lips, "I know my actions have pushed you away. I will always regret that Drake. Yet you're my baby, it doesn't feel right you being so far away." Her green eyes studied his still seeing the little boy she raised, the boy who had suckled on her breasts, and now the man that made her body heat at just the thought of him. The way his voice could stir her nectar to gather, to how his face tormented her dreams as it was planted between her legs. "Come, let's go see if that fireplace works," Iliana said, coyly.
******
Christmas Eve, one in the morning...
"Oh God, it tastes so good!" Iliana moaned in her mind as her lips glided along her son's cock. She did try to control herself as she slept beside her son all throughout the week. However, as she rolled over in her sleep, her eyes opening slowly, her lips held a warm smile as she gazed at her son's face. True, her twins did sleep in her bed, yet that was just about sex. Love was there yes, only that love was for a mother and her sons, this love was far different than what she and her twins shared. She could see herself wrapping herself around her son not as a mother, but as his lover. The only lover that her son would ever need. Nonetheless, the moment she saw that taut tent in the very weak light of his alarm clock. Her mind couldn't think of anything else but to have it within the welcoming warmth of her mouth.
Her eyes glanced to her son's face as she slyly traced her fingers down Drake's chest. Biting back her shuttering breath as she felt those hard muscles beneath the pads of her fingers. Stopping just at the edge of the sheet that covered that hard cock that's been tormenting her the moment she had first seen it in its full glory. Making sure Drake was still asleep, she didn't want him waking up with his root buried deep within her mouth.
Easing the sheet off, her heart hammered in her throat as she stared so lewdly as her son's covered cock. While she tended to sleep in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, she had purloined a set of pajama pants from Drake. Hoping that he would feel comfortable sharing the same bed with her if she did that. Watching his face as she gently snaked out his cock through the slit of his boxer-briefs and the fly of his own pajama pants. "Oh. I'm going to enjoy this," Iliana said to herself as her hand slowly ran up and down his shaft.
Her eyes fluttered as her tongue ran along his crown before sinking down on that stout pole. "He's so going to tear me apart! I can't wait!" She giggled in her mind as his cock poked the back of her throat. Her eyes glanced over to her sleeping son as she kept her movement from shaking the bed. Inhaling deeply once she had eased off his cock. Her eyes danced gleefully as her hands stroked his slick cock to give her sore jaw a rest.
Running her tongue along her upper lip as her thumb rubbed his crown in a small circular pattern. Her breasts jostled beneath her shirt as she smiled lustfully at her son's cock. Recounting every daydream at her desk, every night she had touched herself as they spoke over the phone, to every fantasy she had of this very moment. None of it could compare to actually having her son's cock gliding through her mouth.
Her eyes shot quickly over to her son as the lamp beside the bed clicked on. Her fear filled her green eyes being caught red handed with his cock firmly planted in her mouth as his blue-green eyes peered down at her. "What the hell are you doing?!" Drake shouted.
"Baby, let me explain..." Iliana's heart raced as Drake quickly slipped his wet cock back into his pajamas.
"These are your words: I will not now nor will I ever sleep with you," Drake growled surging from his bed.
"Drake wait, let me explain... please!" Iliana pleaded with her son as he stomped towards his bedroom door.
"I'm sleeping on the couch!" Drake said, slamming the door closed behind him. He fought himself from letting his smile show as the light of the guest bedroom quickly came on. Knowing his plan was coming along nicely if his mother was willing to suck his cock in the middle of the night while he was asleep. Then she was nearing the stage to pluck the fruit of his long drawn out plan. However, he wasn't about to fuck her now. No. He wanted that to be on her bed in the very room she had humiliated him in all those months ago. Then maybe she would learn never to judge someone on their looks.
Iliana sobbed like mad into the comforter. Her hands beat on the mattress at the stupidity of her own damn words. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Her cry was muffled as she vented her frustration into her son's bed. Wondering why he couldn't see her like all those women he has brought to this home, fucked on that very bed, made them moan as he pounded that hard, veiny, engorged cock into them. God. She was so fucking horny. She's been on edge ever since the first night. It's been four days since she's had anything hard thrusting into her wet cunt.
Why couldn't Drake look past her words and see that she has changed?! That she needed him more than he would ever know. Her hand trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her pajamas. "Please Drake, come back, I need you," Iliana moaned as her fingers ran through her wet lips. "Drake." Her voice trembled as she uttered his name.
"Bro... what's going on?" Franklin asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Don't worry about it, go back to bed," Drake said, taking a spare blanket from the linen closet he always kept there in case something came up and it was needed.
"Drake," Franklin softened his tone as he grasped his brother's left arm, "what happened?"
"Woke up to her sucking my cock. I don't need a pity suck, or fuck for that matter. You might want to go check on her, give her what she needs," Drake said, taking the extra pillow he kept in closet as well. "Just keep it down, I have places to be tonight."
"Frank," her eyes glistened as her eldest son appeared in the doorway, "please fuck me," Iliana said, pushing down her pajama pants. Presenting her ass to her son, spreading her wet lips, showing him how eager her pussy was for something hard -- namely Drake's cock -- yet he wasn't going to fuck her like she longed for. "Help your mother to forget her pain," she pleaded as she peered over her shoulder.
"Change my sheets when you're done," Drake said, waving his brother on as Franklin looked at him as Drake laid on his left side. Hiding the wicked smile on his face knowing now that his mother definitely wanted him unlike how she proclaimed on that day.
******
"I so love this car," Aidyn said, as he sat in the passenger seat of Drake's Audi A6 once they had landed back in the states three days after Christmas. His mother would never allow either one of them to drive it. He had to admit Drake was right, they would definitely drive the car into the ground if they ever got their hands on the keys.
"Mom, are you okay?" Franklin asked, as he leaned forward, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"No," Iliana said, in a soft whine. Ever since that night Drake had distanced himself from her all over again. All she wanted to do is show her son how much of a fool she was and that she should have given him what he has lusted after for so long. "I'm such an idiot for ever saying that to my own son!" she wailed as she collapsed forward. Crying her heart out as her hands clutched the steering wheel, her red hair cascaded down as she pressed her forehead against it.
"Mom, come climb in the back and let Aidyn drive us home," Franklin said, lovingly.
"Drake wouldn't like that," Iliana said, in-between sobs.
"I promise, I'll do the speed limit and take it easy on the car. You're in no shape to drive Mom," Aidyn said, reaching over taking hold of her hand.
"Y-you promise?" Iliana asked, as her tear laden cheeks glistening in the lights of the parking lot after their twenty hour flight.
"I promise," Aidyn nodded. "Okay, what the hell is wrong with Mom?" he whispered as he slid over the console as their mother walked to the rear door.
"I think she's in love with Drake. We'll talk more later," Franklin said quickly, as the rear driver side door opened. "Shh. It's going to be okay Mom," he whispered as he held her as she wept into his chest.
"Bro?" Franklin warned as Aidyn was getting a little too heavy footed with Drake's car.
"Sorry, this thing is just fucking... awesome," Aidyn said, wondering if all luxury cars drove like his brother's.
"I know," Iliana said, weakly. "It's the highlight of my day to drive this into work. You should have seen the looks on their faces as I climbed out of it."
"I can imagine," Aidyn nodded. "Mom?"
"Y-yes."
"Are you in love with Drake?" Aidyn asked, as he threw on the turn signal for the off ramp that led to their home.
"Y-yes," Iliana answered weakly.
"Why haven't you told him?" Franklin asked, as he peered down at his mother as she rested her head in his lap.
"I have, I don't deserve Drake's love. What kind of woman says that to her own son? Would either one of you want me if I belittled you in front of your brother? Would you want to lay with the woman, be with her as your woman when you were humiliated by her?" Iliana asked, as she sniffled. "I thought so," she said, as her sons were silent. "I'll just have to live with the fact that my baby only sees me as his mother, and not the woman that wants to..."
"Shh, I understand," Franklin said, trying to ease his mother's grief. Pondering on what his mother just said, he really didn't have a good answer to that. Yet it did make him truly look at himself. At the man he had become, and some of the things he saw in himself he didn't like.
"I'm going to sleep in Drake's room tonight. I need to be close to him even if I can't be with him," Iliana uttered sadly. Hugging her boys tightly to her, taking the car keys from Aidyn.
Sighing loudly as she entered her home, walking around making sure everything was alright during their time away. Making a mental note to call Emma tomorrow to personally thank her for housesitting for her. Once she was sure everything was where she had left them before their trip. Tentatively, ascending the stairs to a room she hasn't entered in almost two years now. Ever since he had given her the keys to his car, she knew the key to his door was on it, yet she never went in even to simply dust it. She thought that would be breaking his trust in her. Nevertheless, she needed to be close to him right now, and he wasn't going to be home for five long sorrowful months.
Curling herself into a ball, hugging one of his pillows tightly to her chest. Inhaling the very faded scent of her son on the pillow case. Her tears falling onto his bed hoping against all hope that one day, one day, her son would love her like she had somehow fallen for him without even realizing it.
"Night Mom, get some sleep okay?" Her twins said in unison. It always brought a smile to her lips whenever they did that. They might not look identical, still they did act like it every so often.
"I will, thank you for taking care of me, you're very good sons to a mother that doesn't..."
"Mom. Stop. So you said some things, sucked him while he was asleep." Iliana's cheeks heated at the thought of how Drake's cock felt in her mouth. "When Drake gets home from Italy, sit him down, do what you have to, to show him how much you love him, and just be happy. That's all we really want Mom, I'm sure Drake would say the same," Franklin said, trying to lighten his mother's mood.
"O-okay, I'll work on it. I have five months to plan for when your brother comes home," Iliana said, wiping away her tears. Blowing her sons a kiss as Drake's bedroom door closed, telling them goodnight as their jet lag was catching up to them, as well as her own, given that they were finally home.
She was about on the cusp of sleep as the heater kicked on causing a weird rattling sound in one of the vents. Iliana tried to ignore it as she rolled over to face the other wall. And still, the rattling grew louder in her ears like the beating heart under the floor boards in Eager Allen Poe's "A Telltale Heart'. "Fuck!" Iliana growled knowing it would be doing it all night long if she didn't see what the problem was. She had no idea how Drake could sleep with that noise going off every time the heater or the central A/C came on. Moving the nightstand out of the way, once she had turned the lamp on to get at the vent that it was blocking.
"Where're the screws for this thing?" Iliana muttered as the vent cover came off without a problem. Knowing she was going to have a talk to Drake about that. That was until she saw the red folder that sat diagonally in the ducting. "What the hell is this?" she asked the empty room, as she pulled it out. Arching an eyebrow at the strange name adorning the front of the folder. Wondering why her son would have this if it didn't belong to him. Setting it on the bed, lifting herself up after replacing the vent. Sighing when that rattle was no longer existent. Pushing the nightstand back into place without waking her sons. "Okay Drake, just what are you hiding from me?" Iliana asked aloud as she opened the folder as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Escorts?! How can he afford an escort?"
Watching how a small business card fell out as she took the pamphlet out. Staring inquisitively at the back of it seeing a screenname and a password was written on it, for what she didn't know. Setting it and the pamphlet to the side, looking through the paperwork that was within it. Her eyes moved over her son's handwriting. Her fingers pressed against her lips as it read like something you would find in an old Playboy magazine when they actually had naked women in them. "Oh God. No wonder he has money. No wonder he could buy that car. No!" Iliana hissed softly.
"I won't let Drake do this anymore! I have got to stop him," Iliana muttered as she paced his room. "This can't stand..." Her eyes glanced over to the bed with all the photos of her son in various stages of undress yet none were in the nude, "okay, maybe he isn't having sex with any of them," she muttered as she chewed on her nail. It was his money that was paying for everything, it was his money that kept the lights on, the roof over their heads. Stopping in her tracks recounting how the woman who walked out of his home slipped something into his pocket. "Oh God. My son's a gigolo?!" Iliana sank down onto his bed. Looking over to her left, her hand moving along Drake's picture when he was eighteen.
Gazing into those eyes of his, as he stood there with his shirt unbuttoned showing off his chest. Her eyes moving along them all seeing how his body progressed to its current state. Her hand squeezed her right breast as she bit her lip as her carnal desire began to rise as it felt like Drake was staring at her. As if he was silently telling her to look to see what could have been hers.
"Why must you be so cruel to me Drake? Why must you be away from me? Why won't you love me... like a woman?!" Biting back her moan as her fingers rubbed her hot little mound. Her thighs closed trapping her hand as she toyed with her covered mound. Her hand slipped beneath her shirt, pushing her bra up, her breathing increased as she touched herself in her son's room. Thinking of the day when she could be with him. "Yes Drake, touch your mother, make her feel good," Iliana panted as her hand rolled her breast as her fingers rubbed her clit.
"Please Drake, I need you inside of me. I need to show you how much of a fool I've been," she spoke to her absent son. "Drake..." Her back arched, the tips of her hair teased his bed as her head tilted back. Her body shook as her orgasmic juices struck her panties as her fingers pressed on her entrance.
"Okay..." Her chest heaved as she came down from her orgasmic high, "now what am I going to do about this?" Iliana asked the silent room. Picking up the photo that looked like it was taken during Christmas break when he was home from New York. Biting her lip as it appeared as whoever was taking the photo was above Drake as he laid on a bed, his hands behind his head allowing the light to play along his sculpted chest, keeping herself from drooling knowing exactly what laid beneath that white sheet that hid his manhood.
Her fingers trailed down her son's chest. Dreaming that she was in that room, his smile falling on her as she crawled along the bed towards him. The way her breasts would sway, how those eyes of his would follow them. How his fingers would feel as they moved along her bare ass. Looking over at the pamphlet, picking it up, if her son was an escort, then maybe, just maybe... a sinful smile formed on her lips at the thought that raced through her mind.
Seeing the web address on the bottom of the folded page then to the business card she had sat on the nightstand. Her eyes flickered to her son's computer. Hoping he hadn't put a password on it. Stripping out of her clothes, she was far from done with touching herself. If her son had more risqué photos on there who was she not to take liberties with herself as she masturbated to her son. Iliana felt so naughty sitting in her son's computer chair in the buff as the glow of the monitor shown along her skin. A triumphant smile formed on her face once she typed in the screenname and password.
Gasping at the amount that a night with her son would cost a woman. Wondering just how good he could be if he was making that kind of money. She did read the disclaimer that there was no sex during the 'date' and what happened afterwards between two consenting adults wasn't the companies concern. Yet she could read between the lines, wondering how much more was it should the woman of that evening want what her son was packing. Going onto their FAQ page typing in how much it was for a woman 'If' she wanted to sleep with Drake, yet she typed in the fake name he used. Her jaw dropped at the sum of three grand and that didn't include the money just for the 'date', she couldn't believe her son was making anywhere from twenty-hundred to fifty-five hundred a night, when she got a reply instantly which read: 'For one woman three grand another three if you want to add another to the mix. I don't know about his time in America, yet since he's been in Italy. I've used his services two to three times a week.
He's a very charming man, sometimes it's not about the sex. Dante always makes me feel like I'm the only one he's with when he accompanies me to whichever event I have for that week unlike my lousy husband. I tell him every day I get home after Dante fucks me like a real woman, that he'll never have my pussy as long as Dante remains in Italy. Yet I know he's going home soon, so I need to make sure I wear that cock out as much as I can. I hope this helps you. I promise you if you pick Dante you won't be disappointed.' Iliana had to translate that from Italian. Her mind raced wondering if she could save up enough money to get that date with him.
Now that her divorce was over and writing her husband and sister out of her will. She knew her parents did the same when they learned how Lesly had been sleeping around with Mario for ten years behind her and her own husband's back. How she smiled wickedly when her parents told Lesly that they had disowned her for her betrayal. How Lesly cursed up a storm over the conference call they had with her. Telling her if she wants to be with Mario so much she might as well stay in the Far East and not bother to contact them again. Since then she hasn't heard a word from Mario or Lesly and she saw that as no loss to her.
Her finger ran along the scroll wheel of the mouse as her eyes absorbed all the photos that someone had taken of Drake. Her clit twitched as she came upon the full nudes of him, licking her lips as that cock beckoned to her. Her eyes widening once she came upon the few videos there were of him. Turning down the volume, she wasn't about to be found out by her other sons, nor was she about to allow this secret to leave her lips so easily.
Her fingers moved slyly along her labia as her feet were propped against the table's edge. "Yes baby, strip for mama," Iliana purred as those blue-green eyes had a seductive look to them as he stared into the camera as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Wondering how those circling hips would feel as he rolled that cock of his within her hot canal. Nodding in approval as the camera moved around him showing off his back. "Yes Drake, take them off let me see that ass," she cooed licking her hand before vigorously rubbing that throbbing bud. "You fucking tease!" Iliana pouted as the video ended just as Drake started to lower his pants.
"What's this one?" Iliana inquired when it showed only an image of a smooth stomach.
"Oh fuck yes! God. That's a fat cock!" Iliana's eyes widened as the woman's moans came over the speakers.
"Now this is what I'm talking about," Iliana said, excitedly. Pausing the video, looking through his drawers for something to fuck herself with. Finding nothing, opening Drake's door, peeking into the hallway, hearing her sons snoring in their rooms. Keeping her giggle contained as she tiptoed to her room. She was not about to let her boys ruin this moment. Iliana so wanted to see her son in action. Gently opening up her nightstand drawer, a sinful smirk formed on her lips at the dildo she hasn't used in three long years. Walking quickly into her bathroom, gently turning on the faucet so the water wouldn't wake Franklin whose room was right next to her master bathroom. Cleaning the dust and old dried cum on it as her soapy hand ran down that rubber phallus.
Placing a kiss on the tip of that fake cock once she had dried it off. "I'm naming you Drake, you hear that?" Iliana said, shaking the dildo playfully. Her ass jiggled as she silently made her way back to Drake's room. Locking his door, she didn't want Aidyn or Franklin ruining her pleasure. Returning to the position she had before she went to retrieve her dildo. Tilting her head back, the head of that rubberized cock slipping past her lips. It's been a long time since she's done this and it normally was when her own juices were coating it. Feeling her throat bulging as she deep throated the dildo. Gasping as a string of saliva anchored her to its head once she had energetically throat fucked herself. Closing her eyes as she sucked on its head, dreaming that it was Drake's cock that her tongue was teasing. Imagining the moans that she would produce out of him.
Biting back her whimper as she ran the dildo's slick head through her labia. Hissing as its broad head breached her peach. It was one of the reasons that she had stopped using it, it was a tad too thick for her to use all the time and not be left looser than a wind sock in a tornado. Her finger hit the left mouse button restarting the video.
"Oh you like that cock huh?" Iliana nodded as she eased his stand-in into her hot cunt.
"Fuck Drake," Iliana hissed softly as she inched the dildo deeper. Her sons and her ex-husband had average sized girths. The dildo was just as big as her baby boy, and she was going to prepare herself for the time when she could finally get him between her legs. "That's it baby fuck your mother. God. Son. You feel so good," she lightly moaned as she backed off at her son's length. Her hand pumping away as she watched video after video that was on Drake's escort page. "Drake... I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming on your hard cock baby!" Iliana squealed as her orgasmic juices surged out as that cream coated rubber phallus left her cunt.
Her chest heaved, feeling her canal clenching and unclenching trying to go back to its normal size. Sucking her juices from the head of the dildo as she watched her son's cum dripping out of the condom he had used onto the woman's breasts as the woman begged for it as Iliana rubbed her clit. "Well Drake, at least you're smart in not going bareback in them. I would hate that I can't feel that naked cock in me because you caught some STD from one of the sluts you fuck," she said, to the computer screen.
"Now Drake what would you think of me touching myself in your room, hmm?" Iliana asked to no one, as she spanked her naughty pussy lightly. "I bet that eighteen-year-old mind would have imploded in on itself to see me like this," she chuckled. "Yet now, you're a man, a man that knows how to fuck. I do wonder baby, just how fucking good are you going to fuck your own mother. If I can't have you the normal way, then I'll just have to become one of your clients. And that my son, is where I'm going to show you just how much I am in love with you. So you continue being a gigolo as long as you keep that cock covered and I'll be your willing cuckquean and willingly swallow any load from another woman's pussy," Iliana stated as she powered off his computer.
******
Chapter Six.
May of that year...
Drake climbed out of the cab and removed his bags as the car sat in front of his childhood home. It was nice to finally be home. His time in Italy, while fun had also been lucrative, he was glad to have stated that he would only accept USD due to the exchange rate. Thirteen cents on every dollar does add up when you're making twenty-five hundred a night. That doesn't include the extra he made when he took whichever client of the night to his bed. Slipping his hand into his pocket slyly pulling a hundred dollar bill off his money clip and paying the driver. "Next time beautiful." Drake spoke in a seductive tone as the mid-forties woman, he wouldn't call her a BBW or chubby, but thick (She wore the weight well), and she was gorgeous. "Keep it, treat yourself to something nice," he said, as the woman madly blushed as she held out the fifty with a shaky hand.
"Please do take care of yourself," Drake said, with sultry tone. "If that husband of yours doesn't treat you better, you come find me," nodding to his house, "and I'll make you forget all about him for a night," he said, caressing her hand, feeling her tremble as his thumb brushed along the back of it. "As you see, I don't boast," Drake said, showing off the outline of his cock. Smiling when her eyes wouldn't leave the outline of his hard rod.
He had once worn pants that were loose to hide his manhood whenever he got an erection. Now, he purposely showed off the goods. It had gotten him at least twenty different rich clients in America and Italy at whichever event he was hired to go to. However, those were paying clients, there were few women he slept with just for his own enjoyment.
"Can... I..." The woman's stammered as Drake saw the lust in her eyes. He knew the way the man spoke to her; her sex life had taken a very big hit to the point her eyes were wondering -- namely staring at him all through the drive to his home.
"Covered or...?" Drake asked, stepping closer to the driver's side door.
"Uncovered," she said, her brown eyes gazed up at him. It'd been some time since anyone -- namely her husband -- had even flirted, hit on, or offered her a chance to be taken to bed. Watching how her fare looked around before his hands went to his zipper. "Oh my..." Her voice was stolen as the fattest cock she's ever laid eyes on hung before her. "I want it in my mouth," she purred seeing his nod before her lips engulfed his rod. She was in heaven as she felt it harden in her warm, welcoming mouth. Her eyes telling him she wanted his cum, to shoot that hot, sticky, salty seed down her throat. She had nearly forgotten what cum tasted like as it flooded her mouth. "I'll keep what you said in mind. I do love that old coot," she grumbled.
"Then you tell him, he better start treating you right because there are others out here that willing to give you what you need," Drake said, slowly putting his cock away.
"Oh, I'll make sure he knows." Her eyes were still glued to his cock as she took a picture of Drake and the outline of his softening rod. "That someone with a bigger cock wants to fuck me, and if he doesn't treat me like how I treat him -- like a King -- then I'll be bouncing on it before he even knows it," she said, with a warm smile as she peered up at him.
"That a girl, if all else fails, you know where to find me, although the bed does squeak; and I plan on making all the noise in the world on it," Drake stated returning the woman's smile.
"Dude! Did you..." Aidyn and Franklin said in unison their eyes following after the cab as it pulled away, "just get a blow job in front of the house, and on the street, by your cab driver?"
"Yeah," Drake responded as he strolled along the walkway, the wheels of his suitcases clicking along the expansion joints. A devilish smile was on his lips as he approached his home. His slim, casual fit, white dress shirt molded around his chest, Drake rolled up the cuffs to his elbows to show off the delicate paisley printing that lined the cuff and collar; it's red and blue buttons match the printing's color. The top two buttons hung open showing off his tan skin. The light rasp of the denim whispered on the wind. His Mark Nason men's Italian leather sneakers kissed lightly on the concrete. The red highlights of his hair stood brightly against his black hair due to his time underneath the Italian sun.
"Okay, who the hell are you and what did you do to our younger brother?" They asked, as the fading evening sun bathed Drake's body.
"Would you two accept Frankenstein's Monster?" Drake shot back with a sarcastic retort.
"Now boys," Iliana's voice emanated from within Drake's home, "is that any way to greet your brother. The brother, I might add, who has provided for us when we needed it the most," Iliana cooed as she appeared on the porch. Her fingers danced along her sons' jaw line as she walked between the two of them. Her hips swayed seductively as her four inch heels clicked along the floor boards as her green eyes flashed in the fires of her want.
After she had fucked herself as she watched her handsome son fucking all those women on the site even the ones that he made while in Italy, she had hit the gym, with her sons' help, with a vengeance. Whom she was grateful to, it kept the weirdos away as she shed the few extra pounds she has gained after raising three dutiful sons. If her son could change his looks to win her heart, then she too should look stunning on his arm. She will admit it was to keep him reminded of who he's always going to be fucking raw -- minus Emma.
Her red silk slip dress moved gracefully along her now toned forty-one-year-old body. "Welcome home baby, I do hope your flight was enjoyable?" Her burgundy painted lips curved into an alluring smile as she cocked out her hip. Arching an eyebrow as Drake's eyes ran down her body. "Yes Drake, stare at your mother, remember the boy that once lusted after her so much that I took that devotion for granted. Let me see that fire again," Iliana whispered to herself.
"Wow. Who's the lucky guy?" Drake asked, looking between his brothers.
"Oh, just this someone I've had my eye on for some time," Iliana said, in a loving tone. Her green eyes lustered as there, deep within those eyes of his, she saw that spark. Praying that she could reignite those flames again.
"Ciao Drake, spero che tu non abbia smussato la punta della tua spada durante il tuo soggiorno in Italia (Hi Drake, I hope you didn't blunt the tip of your sword during your stay in Italy?)," Emma asked, in Italian, as her black opened toed pumps resounded along the boards as her smooth leg breached the slit of her black, flowy, wrap dress. Smirking at Iliana as she sauntered past. Holding out her delicate hand, her slender fingers skimming along the palm of his hand. Her diamond bracelet glinted in the sun. Knowing how she was going to enjoy this night.
"Si è verificato un problema sconosciuto. Mi piace come ti lamenti, mi chiedo se posso far cantare di nuovo l'angelo, (No ma'am, I made sure to keep it nice and sharp for the next time we met. I love how you moan; I wonder if I can make the angel sing again)," Drake said, in a deep sinful tone as he placed a kiss upon the back of her hand.
"Certamente puoi (Of course you can)," Emma purred before passionately kissing him. Once she took that step that landed her in his bed, she had given her husband until the day Drake returned to show her that he wanted to remain true man and wife. Time and time again he failed to do so. They weren't even hiding the affair any longer which hurt the most. The public humiliation he would willing cause her by his actions.
Now as her lips felt such want, such passion; pulling, caressing, burning into them she no longer cared. Emma had moved her things into the other bedroom. If her husband couldn't keep his relationship hidden she saw no reason not to reply in kind. To which he hadn't spoken a word about it, Emma hoped he got the message that as of now they were only married on paper. "Mi sei mancato, Drake. Spero non ti dispiaccia fare l'amore con un vecchio... (I missed you, Drake. I hope you don't mind making love to an old...)"
"Shh... Cosa ti ho detto la prima volta che ho assaggiato il tuo Eden? (Shh... What did I tell you the first time I tasted your Eden?)" Drake whispered softly; the back of his fingers brushing lightly down Emma's right cheek. Her dark blue eyes burned in her lust as Drake held her close.
"L'età non significa nulla quando le tue cosce sono avvolte intorno alla mia testa (Age means nothing when your thighs are wrapped around my head)," Emma softly purred, her cheeks heated as she felt that hand of his gently squeezing her ass.
"Quindi penso che tu ed io dovremmo ritrovare. No? (So I think you and I should be reacquainted. No?)" Drake inquired wiggling his eyebrows.
"Sì. Moltissimo (Yes. Very much so)," Emma cooed slyly rubbing her thigh against his.
"Così hanno le loro possibilità aumentate? (So have their chances increased?)" Drake asked, enjoying their private conversation as his eyes glanced to his brothers.
Emma turned to look at Aidyn and Franklin, she'd certainly had worse, but she wasn't going to make it easy on the twins. Still she would like to truly see if they were actually cleaning up their act or not. If they did hold true to the changes she has seen then... "Forse (Maybe)," Emma said, shaking her hand, smirking at how the twins looked at their brother. "I'll go get the car Iliana, it will give the two of you time to exchange pleasantries before we head out," she said, switching back to English as she looked up at Drake's mother. Emma pretty much knew about what they did in their own home. Having caught them in the window that faced the backyard as she peered through the gap between the slats of the fence.
So when she had accidently overheard Iliana talking on her phone quietly two weeks ago about setting up a date with Drake's cover name the very day he was due to arrive home. A smile formed on her face as she knocked on the inside of the upper half of Iliana's spilt door. "I do hope I don't have to wait too long to feel you back inside me," Emma purred waving goodbye to the twins and Iliana as her fingers trailed along Drake's jaw as she headed home to retrieve her car keys. They had planned on Drake picking them up at a house of her coworker she was housesitting for, then their night would begin.
Iliana's muscles rippled as she gracefully walked down the steps. Holding out her hand to her son, welcoming him back home, the home he has kept from being foreclosed on when her ex-husband failed to live up to his commitments. She wondered if Drake had purposely done this to show her that he could step into the man of the house's shoes. "Come baby, let's get you settled," Iliana said, sweetly. Her hand lightly moved along his back. Biting the inside of her cheek as she felt those hard muscles of his back. How she couldn't wait for the time when her nails would be dragging along it. She couldn't keep her smirk from her lips as she noted how her son's eye glanced out of the corner of his right eye at her. "Yes Drake, gaze at me as much as you want sweetheart. I'm going to make it where the last two years never happened. After tonight I will have back the boy that undressed me every time he looked at me," she said to herself as she walked beside her son towards their home.
"I think you'll be needing these back," Iliana said, gently laying the keys for his Audi into his hand. "As promised I took extra good care of it," she said, a twinkle played along her eyes as she leaned in. "I can't say the leather didn't take some abuse from being coated in my juices when I touched myself in it," Iliana whispered wantonly into Drake's left ear. Peering through the window of the door as she saw Emma's car pulling up. "I'm sorry I can't stay any longer baby, but I can't keep the man I long for waiting much longer," she purred causing her son's eyes to widen as she squeezed his ass.
Drake couldn't stop staring at his mother's ass as it moved beneath her dress as she walked to Emma's waiting car. Was she really going on a date with someone else? Had he pushed his plan and her too much? Had it all backfired only to drive her into the arms of another man? The sinews in his left hand became taut just at the thought of another man touching his mother. Sighing, knowing his and her own actions had put them on this path, there wasn't much he could do about it.
"Drake?! You have to tell us what Mrs. Rothberg said?!" His brothers hastily said as they spun him around to face them.
"Oh? Do I now?" Drake asked, with a teasing smirk.
"Drake," Franklin's voice took on a serious tone as he looked down at his brother, the way his six foot two height has always allowed, "what were the two of you talking about?" he asked, his curiosity was as evident as the sky was blue.
"About me fucking her, of course," Drake said arrogantly, brushing off his brother's hands.
"What about when she looked at us, what did she say?!" Aidyn asked heatedly, taking his brother by the shoulders giving him a little shake.
"Oh. That... I don't know if your minds can handle it," Drake cooed in a joking voice as he tapped his chin.
"You know we can force it out of you if we have to," Franklin said, taking on that big brother persona like all brothers could do when their smaller sibling had something they wanted.
"Don't be too sure of yourself there, big guy," Drake shot back with a cocky grin.
"Two of us, one of you," Aidyn said, standing shoulder to shoulder with his older twin nearly blocking the foyer with their dominating size.
Drake looked at each of his shoulders as they each placed a hand on them giving them a forceful, but not painful, squeeze to prove their point.
"Spill it little brother," they spoke in unison.
"Hmm... I don't know," Drake mused.
"C'mon man, your killing us here," Aidyn groaned.
"Alright, alright, don't get your little panties in a twist. I'll say this," pushing pass his brothers as he walked towards the stairs that lead to his room, "whatever it is that you two have been doing, keep it up, and you just might get laid... eventually," Drake said, with a smirk on his face as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
"Drake?!" They rushed to the bottom of the stairs. "You got to teach us how to speak like that!"
"Speak like what?" Drake asked, with a knowing smile as he peered down at his brothers as he stood on the landing of the second floor.
"Whatever the two of you were speaking," Aidyn stated to which his twin nodded along.
"To hold a conversation with Emma or just to get into her pants?" Drake inquired, arching an eyebrow.
"To talk to her bro," Franklin said, a little taken aback by his brother's words.
"I'll think about it," Drake said offhandedly, leaving his brothers with hope of bedding their dream woman. Pulling his phone as he sat his cases on the floor of his bedroom as it rang. "Hey, been awhile, I know, Italy was great. Although your friend is a slave driver you know that?" he chuckled into phone as he spoke with his Madam. "Well, she never told me that in person, glad my time was used wisely then. Tonight?! Really? Already, and I haven't begun to unpack yet. Yeah, just got in, no wait, give me a moment to think," Drake said, stopping his boss from canceling the 'date'. If his mother was on a date with someone, he might as well go get his fix for the night.
"Sure I'll do it, really the car?" His eyes inched wider knowing they only used it for when a client had requested the service. Which only meant there would be things going on that wouldn't be conductive to driving. "In an hour," looking at the clock, "alright tell Sandy I'll see her then," Drake said, hanging up his phone. "Frank!" he called out to his older brother.
"What?!"
"Anything wrong with the bathroom before I use it?" Drake asked, sticking out his head into the hallway.
"No, other than it smells like Aidyn's nasty ass."
"Hey!"
"Well, it is your turn to clean it."
"Thanks," Drake called back closing the door cutting off the conversation his brothers were having on the ground floor. Unclipping his garment bag, laying it along his bed, his new black Italian suit stared up at him as the zipper opened.
******
"Tell Mom I'll be late if she gets back before me," Drake said, as he stood in the open doorway of the living room as he fastened his cufflinks.
"Dude, just how much did that thing cost you?" Aidyn asked, his eyes running down the rich material of his brother's suit.
"About two grand," Drake stated after doing the conversion in his head.
"For a suit?!" Franklin stammered in astonishment that his brother would spend that much money on something just to wear. "If you got that kind of cash to throw around how about getting us the biggest flat screen there is," he said, with cocky grin.
"When the words, 'Please will you, Daddy?!' and you two doing the all the household chores for a month, then I'll think about it," Drake said, enjoying how his brothers were looking at him as if he had lost his damn mind.
"Fuck that, I'm so not calling you Daddy. That's just disturbing," Aidyn huffed causing Drake to chuckle.
"No more disturbing than seeing the two of you beating each other off," Drake said, with a smirk at their dropped jaws, recounting the time he was fourteen and walked in on them. "Now the question is do you really, really, really want that TV?" he asked, to which they nodded reluctantly. "Well, when you say the magic words you might get your wish, but no bro on bro love while I'm gone, mmmkay?" Drake stated as he patted their shoulders.
"Yes Daddy," They voiced which nearly made Drake fall on the floor laughing.
"I can't..." His chest heaved, his diaphragm convulsed as he tried to draw breath, "okay, that was good, and weird, let's not do that again," Drake said, to which his brothers agreed and even joined in on the shared mirth. "Tell you what, do the chores as I've said, do some research on the TV, I'm not buying that big of a TV if it's just going to die in a year or two, then we'll talk."
"You mean it?" Franklin asked, imagining how good the games would be on it.
"Drake, spot your brothers forty bucks," Aidyn said, knowing neither he nor Frank was going to cook dinner and with their mother going out so early they were starting to get hungry.
"You going to wash my car?" Drake asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Frist thing in the morning," Aidyn nodded. Leaning to his right as he saw a car pulling up as Drake placed the cash in Franklin's hand.
"Well, don't drink too much," Drake said, waving to his brothers as he walked out to meet Sandy.
"Good evening Mr. Cole, it's good to see you back in the city," Sandy said, as he climbed into the back. "There are rumors going around that the women of the city have missed you," she said, smiling into the rear view mirror.
"It's good to see you too Sandy. Oh? Isn't that nice to hear, well I'm back for a while. I might have my nights filled all summer long," Drake said, flashing her a smile as the street lights filled the interior.
"I bet you will Dante. I heard all about your escapades in Italy. It seems no one wants to keep quiet about you even so far away," Sandy giggled as she drove through town.
"What can I say, I'm a delight," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders with a smile.
"I know, I am your driver you know. I have seen what happens back there," Sandy said, with a sly smirk. "Got to say, I have missed watching that cock covered in pussy cream."
"Oh? Sounds like someone wants to test it out for herself," Drake retorted even though he knew she was a lesbian, hence why she was his driver. That way Sandy wouldn't be distracted too much in her duties.
"In your dreams Dante," Sandy said, blowing him a kiss.
"Well, in my dreams your ass is bouncing on it so... there's that." Sharing a laugh as Sandy giggled along, his eyes moved along the passing buildings of his hometown. Seeing what changes have happen since he's been away for a year and a half. "Sandy, where exactly am I going on this 'date'?"
"A restaurant about an hour outside the city, then a high class dance club, seems your client wants to see you in action," Sandy said, holding the itinerary over her shoulder.
"Huh?! This doesn't look like the people that normally can afford me," Drake said, noting the low-to-middle middle-class homes as they entered the housing development.
"Hey, if they can afford you what do you care about that?" Sandy asked, Drake sat behind her. "They have already paid for the 'date' Dante so they can at least afford to have a strapping young man like yourself on their arm for a night."
"True. Just surprised me is all," Drake said, placing the itinerary on the seat beside her. "So how about you letting me watch you in action some time, hmm?"
"I'll think about it," Sandy smirked before her hand covered his face pushing Drake back. "Well, don't keep your clients waiting," she cooed as the car idled as they sat in front of the house.
******
"Oh god, I'm so nervous," Iliana muttered to herself as she paced behind the door as the seconds drew near.
"Relax honey, Drake is a professional at this," Emma said, placing a hand on Iliana's shoulder as they had moved to greet Drake when they heard the car pulling up. They had spent the hour in her friend's home setting up the guest bedroom for the event that was to come after all this. When Iliana told her that she wanted her to cuckquean her with her son, Emma was taken aback for a moment. Emma listened intently on how Iliana had unknowingly humiliated her son in front of his brothers no less. That she only saw it as a fair punishment that she too face the same humiliation she had caused to her own son. Hoping, that if she did, it would heal their relationship or at least begin to heal it. "Are you sure you can stand being in the same room as I fuck him?"
"I have to, for mine and Drake's future," Iliana said, with determination. "He's coming," she whispered as she heard her son's footsteps approaching.
"Good Evening, I'm Dante..." Drake's voice left him as his mother and Emma stood before him as his mother opened the door.
"Mmm... you don't look anything like your pictures," Iliana purred her eyes lustfully running down her son's body. Approving of how finely dressed he was, and all for her, minus Emma. Biting her lip as the top of his dress shirt was open showing off that tan skin. The brief moment in Italy where she had traced his muscles before her lips captured his rod wasn't nearly long enough.
"Mmm... yes, you're far more attractive in person," Emma said, smiling at Drake. Biting her lip, she couldn't wait to get her lips wrapped around that cock of his.
"This is not..."
"There're no refunds Drake," Iliana said, with a coy smirk. "You are a professional gigolo are you not?" she asked, crossing her arms causing her unsupported breasts to bounce.
"Yes... but how the hell did you find out?!" Drake whispered low his mind going a hundred miles an hour. His eyes glanced over at Emma who shook her head that it wasn't her. Wondering if his mother was going to kick him out of his own house he's paying for. Not that he couldn't afford to live somewhere else, yet that was his home. He wasn't about to let it go without a fight.
"You shouldn't hide things in vents," Iliana said, with a knowing smile. "Now, our reservation is in an hour, I'd rather not miss it. So, Mr. Dante Cole, shall we?"
"You really want a night on the town with... me?" Drake asked, trying not to get hard as his eyes ran down his mother's body.
"Oh yes, if this is the only way I can be with you, then I'll take it. But no condoms, at least with me, I want to feel all of you, son," Iliana cooed as she stepped closer to her son. "All these other women get to have you, why can't I? Haven't I shown you how much I'm sorry for what I did to you baby," she said, gently caressing her son's left cheek. "All I ask for is one night, one night of bliss beneath these strong hands, to feel what I heard Emma moan out as you fuck me. And yes, we are going to fuck tonight Drake. Question do we pay for that now or after?" Iliana asked, quizzically.
"After, you sure you want to do this?" Drake asked, unable to keep the blood from swelling his manhood.
"I've wanted this for two years Drake, haven't I told you before that I am in love with you," Iliana said, with a loving smile seeing that spark finally reigniting. "Emma knows all about it, I'm your cuckquean Drake. I want to watch you fuck her, I want to swap your cum between us, eat it out of her pussy after you dump your load into it. Only with Emma though, I'm not about to do so with these other women you entertain. So, can we?"
"So you finally admit you want me now? What happened to never sleeping with me?" Drake asked, with a taunting smirk.
"Words spoken by a foolish woman who thought she had it all until the one she truly wanted drifted away from her," Iliana said, stepping into her son. Her mouth watered as her hands ran up his chest. "Please Drake, can we?"
"You'll have to call me Dante in the car, since you aren't supposed know my real name," Drake said, with as a smirk as he pulled his mother against him. Watching her cheeks deepen to a red hue as he palmed her ass.
"Yes Drake, whatever I have to do," Iliana whispered, her green eyes quivered as she stared into her son's eyes. "I want this," she cooed, as her hands moved along his biceps. "I want you. If I have to share you because of my foolishness then I can live with that. So long as you keep this covered," Iliana purred heatedly as her fingers trailed along his hardening rod.
"I think we should head to dinner; we don't want to be late," Emma said, stepping out onto the stoop. Locking up her friends place hoping they wouldn't mind them using their house for their loud, sweaty night of fun once they got back.
"Are we all set Mr. Cole?" Sandy asked, once the car door closed.
"Yes, I think we are," Drake said, smiling at how Sandy's eyes were darting between Emma and his mother as they snuggled against him as he sat in the middle of the bench seat.
"Very good, you two ladies enjoy your night," Sandy said, winking at Drake as she rolled up the partition.
"Can she hear us?" Iliana whispered as her eyes glanced over at the partition.
"No, not unless you scream," Drake said, with a coy smirk.
"Oh?! Have you made a lot of women moan back here?" Emma asked, sucking on her lower lip as fingers traced up his inner left thigh as she gazed as Drake hungrily.
"Quite a few," Drake nodded.
"Kiss me Drake, kiss me like you did with that woman in Italy," Iliana said, wantonly. She was on cloud nine as Drake's tongue rolled within her mouth. Her right hand had slipped into his shirt. Feeling how taut that pectoral was beneath her touch. Iliana couldn't wait to explore every inch of it. Her breathing was heavy as their lips parted, feeling her heart racing as that fire in her son's eyes had returned. "Drake, do you always sleep with your clients?"
"No. Most of the time I'm just arm candy. Sometimes I do some things while we're watching a play or the opera that I'm paid to go to. Sometimes it gets so hot and heavy in here that the windows are fogged up before we even reach the place. Other times I'm used to make husbands jealous of what they have willing given up."
"Is that why you're into older women," Emma whispered into his ear, her lips capturing his earlobe giving it a gentle tug as the pads of her fingertips danced along Drake's shaft.
"No. That's just my personal preference," Drake said, slyly teasing Emma's left breast.
"Baby," her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her dress as her breasts swelled underneath her son's gaze, "can we... suck on it?" Iliana purred sensuously. Knowing that she and Emma could have him cumming long before they reached their destination.
"You are the client. You can do to me whatever you want... within reason," Drake said, a coy smile formed on his lips at their lustful glares.
"God. Baby. I can't wait for when you thrust this into me," Iliana said breathlessly, as her hand ran along her son's freed, naked cock.
"I can tell you it is heavenly," Emma cooed as her hand joined Iliana's. "Drake have you had many threesomes before?"
"Yes," Drake stammered as his mother teased the head of his cock with her thumb. Ever since he had hit puberty he had always wondered what this would feel like. He was asleep in Italy when his mother first sucked him off, that didn't count. She also had to say she wanted him just as much as he did before he would even take enjoyment out of how her mouth felt as her lips glided down his rod like they were doing at that moment. Resting his head against the back of the seat as his mother's hand circled around his shaft as her head bobbed on his rod.
"It's going to take some time to get use to its size," Iliana said, as she gathered her breath. Holding back Emma's hair for her like she with hers. Rolling her jaw to get some of the soreness out of it. "Drake, honey, how many times can you cum in a night?" she asked, quizzically.
"Five is the max," Drake said, his breathing quickened as Emma sucked him off like a pro, and he's slept with a few of them.
"Mmm, good, I'd hate be left out in not getting my own load out of your fat cock," Iliana purred as she placed her left knee on the seat. Her fingertips gently brushed along Drake's right cheek. "Yes baby," her body trembled as her son's hand moved along her hip, up the side of her body, whimpering when that strong hand cupped her left breast, "that's it Drake touch me, I want you to feel me, all of me," Iliana spoke in a lust filled whisper. "Tell me Drake, have you been getting yourself tested. I'd hate for you to catch something because you're working to provide for me and your brothers," she said, softly biting her lip as Drake's thumb teased her hard nipple.
"Every six months, its company policy," Drake stated feeling his muscles tightening as he neared his peak.
"Are you about to cum baby?" Iliana asked, her eyes flared in her hunger at the treat to come. "Cum in Emma's mouth, I want you to watch as we swap it between us," smiling at his nod, "but are you clean right now?"
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have a job. That's also in the rules, if it isn't curable then you're let go. My Madam made that very clear on my first day. Shit!" Drake hissed as his semen flooded Emma's mouth. Peering out of his half closed eyes as his mother and Emma leaned over his lap. Watching how the two of them passed his semen around without spilling a drop. Noting how his mother's eyes fluttered as her fingers danced down her neck.
"Did I not tell you it was tasty," Emma said, with a knowing smirk.
"That you did, and it is," Iliana said, dreamily. "I'm sorry it's taken this long to do this with you Drake. However, if you didn't run off at Christmas you could have had me," she said, once she and Emma had returned his tool back into his pants without getting his expensive pants wet from their saliva. Her green eyes studying her son's face as her fingertips teased the tips of his hair as she lightly leaned against him. Her eyes glanced down as Emma's fingers interweaved with his before her other hand covered his. Her left leg brushed against Drake's as Emma rested her head on his shoulder.
"I know," Drake said, with a coy smirk.
"You... knew... ass!" Iliana playfully slapped his chest.
"Had to make sure you knew the hurt of rejection like I did," Drake said, matter-of-factly.
"I promise you; I'll never deny you again Drake. As long as you don't make me go through this ever again, I don't know how I kept myself sane when all I wanted to do is climb into your bed and ease your cock into my wet pussy," Iliana whispered sensuously as her right hand lightly moved up Drake's leg.
"Deal. Although, I'm surprised that you're taking this rather well," Drake admitted.
"I've had five months to get used to the idea of you being a gigolo. While I don't like the idea of other women fawning all over you, I can't ignore the fact that without you, me and your brothers would be homeless right now and probably so far in the hole I could never see daylight. For that alone Drake I would have become your woman right then and there. I'd still like to be if you'll have me baby," Iliana said shyly, as her fingers danced up and down Drake's chest. Loving how it felt beneath her touch.
"Even though I do this for a living?"
"I told you Drake, I'm your cuckquean. It's just Emma is the only one I'll ever eat your creampie out of. I don't need to see the other women you'll be hired out to, to know that," Iliana said, drawing her son's gaze to the top of her breasts. "I've miss..."
"Mr. Cole?" Sandy called out as she rolled down the partition slightly. "Yes Sandy, what is it?"
"I'm just informing you we're about ten minutes away."
"Thank you Sandy," Drake said, his voice light and warm.
"You're very welcome Mr. Cole," Sandy said, rolling up the partition.
"She isn't going to leave us here is she?" Emma asked, once she, Iliana, and Drake stood on the sidewalk once they were dropped off at the valet stand in front of the restaurant.
"No, she'll wait in the parking lot until we're ready to go," Drake said, resting his hands in the small of their backs as he escorted them to the front door.
"Drake what does she do other than drive you around?" Iliana asked, feeling her cheeks blushing as she felt his hand on her ass. Slipping her hand beneath the tails of his jacket, smirking deviously at her son as she slid her hand into his left back pocket. Feeling that hard, firm ass of his against the palm of her hand.
"She provides security for the clients and me should we need it," Drake said, shooting the old man that was staring at his mother and Emma a smirk before they entered the five star restaurant.
"Lucian, party of three, we have a reservation for eight," Iliana said, once they got up to the hostess podium while never letting go of her son's ass.
******
"Do you always eat at such fancy places?" Emma asked, as she snuggled up against him as they waited for Sandy to pull the car around.
"All the time," Drake nodded. Smirking when Emma whispered 'tease' as he ran his middle finger between her ass cheeks. "Here you are Sandy just like you asked them to make it," he said, once he handed over her dinner she had asked him to pick up so she could eat while they were at the club.
"Thank you, Dante. I was starving out there," Sandy said, smiling up at him as she sat the bag in the other seat.
"Don't mention it," Drake said, patting her arm.
"You're really going to make a girl happy one of these days," Sandy teased.
"Like who would want to date me?"
"Obviously, those two," Sandy said, pointing at Iliana and Emma who hand their hands raised. Her finger beckoning him to her, "You better tell me how good their pussies look. I'm dying to know. God. The women you date... mmm... they make me so wet," she said, gripping the steering wheel.
"Well, I would tell you to come join us... but you don't play for our team," Drake said, teasingly.
"I can watch though," Sandy pouted.
"When you let me watch, I'll let you watch," Drake retorted.
"Dante? What's the matter?" Iliana asked, holding her purse before her.
"Just having a conversation about the two of you," Drake said, casting a glance at Sandy who was blushing. Something she never did for him when he used all the tricks he knew.
"Us?!" Iliana and Emma asked in unison.
"She wants to know what that looks like," Drake said, his eyes dipped low than back up.
"Does she always drive for you?" Iliana asked, if she was going to be his cuckquean she would have to get used to other women touching her if that was what her son wanted.
"Ever since he started with us," Sandy said, sticking her head out the window.
"Just to look at, right?" Emma spoke up.
"Well... I might like a taste if you wouldn't mind," Sandy said, her eyes shooting to Drake.
"The night is still young if they're okay with it," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.
"I'll do it for you Dante," Iliana said, with determination.
"Might as well get something else checked off my bucket list," Emma said, flashing Sandy a smile.
Drake was scrolling through his phone seeing how many nights he had been booked as they sat in a nearly desolate parking lot. His eyes glanced up as Sandy cooed and awed as his mother and Emma showed off their little peaches to her. His eyes flickered over to his mother whose eyes were on him as she nodded that Sandy could have a taste. Looking down at how Sandy was playing with herself through her dress pants as she knelt before his mother and Emma.
"Well ladies, you two have very pretty pussies, I know Dante will enjoy them. Sorry for the wait Mr. Cole," Sandy said, smiling over her shoulder.
"I don't know Sandy, they might not want me after that tongue has them all turned on," Drake said, teasingly.
"Oh no Dante, they were already turned on. I just licked off the dew that was gathered. These two ladies definitely aren't going to leave you out to dry, at least not tonight," Sandy said, to which Iliana and Emma nodded vigorously.
"Well then," tucking his phone into the inside pocket, "I guess I should take them dancing then, no?" Drake said, flashing his mother and Emma a seductive smile.
"Si," Emma purred.
His phone buzzed in his pocket as he started to retake his former seat that they were patting when Sandy was walking along the car. Smirking as he read Sandy's text that read: 'Thank you, so much! I've always wanted to do that!'
"I enjoyed watching you play with yourself too, so you're welcome," Drake sent back before returning his attention to his mother and Emma.
******
The Frangou club catered to his normal clientele if they were of that age to enjoy such things. Drake has been there a few times before he left for Italy and New York. It seemed to him the exterior hadn't changed during his time away.
"We shouldn't be too long Sandy, seems they want a few dances then... you know," Drake said, peering through open passenger side window. His high dollar white shirt almost glowed in the night as he peered at her. He had left his suit jacket in the car. It would only hinder him and get him too hot while inside. Plus he wanted to show off the body he had worked hard to get.
"Okay Dante, you text me and I'll meet you here," Sandy nodded.
"Enjoy your dinner," Drake said, before Sandy drove off to park somewhere.
All night long Iliana has seen a side of her son that she nearly missed out on due to her own foolish behavior. All through dinner Drake was charming and so sophisticated she thought she wouldn't be able to uphold her end of the conversation. It irked her somewhat when Emma would speak to Drake in Italian. Although that was more about Emma's need to speak in the tongue she was brought up with than to seduce her son. She knew Emma only spoke it to her siblings and mother whenever they would call. Now that she knew Drake could speak it, Iliana knew Emma would be around more often.
Pressing her lips against his shoulder, inhaling his cologne, hoping that once this night was over she would smell just like him. How that thought made her nipples throb just wishing Drake would wrap his lips around them. To comfort them as his lips suckled upon them. The way his tongue would play with them before she knelt before him. To give her body to the man that her son has become.
Feeling her face burning as she remembered how light his touch was on her hand as they shared a glass of wine together. The way his eyes would look at her when Emma didn't have his attention. She had forgotten how that felt like. Being wanted not just for her body, but her mind as well. Iliana was determined to make this work. Now that he was back in the states and that she had three whole months with her son before he had to go back to school. She was going to make these three months so memorable for her son that when he was in New York she would always be in the back of his mind. Iliana might not be the most beautiful woman Drake has or will go on 'dates' with. All that mattered to her was that Drake thought she was. She had always known that about her son. A man doesn't gaze so wantonly at a woman like her son does and not think that. Pressing his arm against the side of her left breast like how Emma did with his left arm as they entered the club once Drake had paid their cover charge.
"Drake, have you been here before?" Emma whispered noting how the bouncer nodded to Drake as if the man knew him.
"A few times," Drake admitted.
"Which way to the restrooms?" Iliana whispered into his ear over the noise of the music. Placing a kiss on Drake's cheek once he pointed in the direction. Peering over her shoulder as she swayed her hips, making her dress move along her ass, biting her lip noting how those blue-green eyes burned holes into her dress then to how his eyes slyly flickered over to Emma's. Shooting Emma a look when she put a little more swagger in her hips. Then her gaze softened noting how she saw the same look on Emma's face when she told her about the time she and Drake spent together during the Christmas break before he left for Italy. To the numerous times they made love in his bedroom. Her eyes darted to the right knowing where they were going afterwards would not be appropriate. Iliana wanted Drake and Emma to be comfortable and only one place could do that.
******
"I heard you were back Dante." Came a smooth male voice, turning to his right there walking in arm with a stunning brunette was one of his coworkers if Drake could call a fellow gigolo a coworker. "Come stai amico mio? (How are you my firend?)"
"Un po 'di jet lag, ma ci arriverò (A little jet lag but I'll get through it)," Drake said, shaking Simon's hand.
"Molto bello Drake. Lavoro?! (Very nice Drake. Working?!)"
"Si."
"Ah. Anche l'ambra è qui. È da qualche parte laggiù (Ah. Amber is here as well. She's somewhere over there)," Simon said, gesturing to the other side of the club. "We should hang out, call me, we'll set something up," he said, seeing the two women that were his clients for the night. "Molto bella."
"Dante who was that?" Iliana said, her fingertips danced down her son's left arm. Her fingers interlacing with his, reminding herself how all of this truly happened. It wasn't until Drake's absence that she finally faced what she hid even from her own self at the time. She prayed that she wasn't too late to heal their relationship.
"A... associate of sorts," Drake said, looking over at his mother.
"Oh? Do your... friends come to this club a lot?" Emma asked, her breath hot in Drake's ear as she nestled his arm in the valley of her orbs. Pressing the back of his hand against her lower stomach. Remembering the days and some nights she was beneath his delicate touch.
"Kind of, depends on who their 'dates' are," Drake said, leading them onto the dancefloor. Their purses were safely stored within the locked compartment in the rear of the limo. Something they always did for their clients so they needn't worry about it getting stolen while they were enjoying their expensive night out.
Charlie Puth's 'Attention' came over the house speakers. Drake smirked sinfully as the material of his pants contoured to the outline of his cock. Noting how their eyes burned with their lust as he brought up his right leg up and butterflying it open. Turning to the right, doing a slow body roll to allow them to gaze lewdly at his chest as the rich fabric moved along his muscles. After all they did buy his services there was no sense in denying them that. Seeing his mother's eyes peering over Emma's shoulder as she danced behind her. Watching his mother biting her lip as Drake lightly kissed down Emma's neck as she danced against him.
As the lyrics 'You just want attention' started to play at the fifty second mark in the song. Iliana moved around Emma, feeling Emma's hands on her ass as she slowly rolled her hips, giving them a few pops as her mouth watered as Drake rolled that hard body for her. The way he rolled his hips causing the fabric to tighten along his rod. Grinding her ass against her son's hard bulge. She knew if there wasn't any clothing between them they would be practically fucking given the way she and Emma were dry humping her son on the dancefloor. Not that she cared, she loved the feel of his cock as it brushed against her ass. Looking deeply into her son's eyes as the lyrics: 'Ready know that you won' played, her fingers skimmed along his jaw as Emma took her spot.
Iliana's eyes never left her son's as the song was nearing its end. She knew they had garnered looks as she and Emma ground against Drake's thighs. Yet that didn't matter to her they could watch all they wanted. What she did with her son was of no one's concern. Her green eyes quivered as her clit brushed along the fabric of her underwear, as her panty clad mound rubbed it along his thigh. Her left hand trailed up her stomach as she rested her right arm on Drake's left shoulder.
"Please baby, I need you," Iliana mouthed as she gently squeezed her left breast. "Don't forsake me. Don't let my foolishness stop you from loving me, as I love you," she pleaded as those blue-green eyes studied her. How her body heated as Drake kissed her so passionately she was taken aback by it if for but a moment. Her lips attacked his, matching the burning passion she felt singeing her lips as the melody gave life to their desire.
"Non farmi vedere troppo (Don't show me up too much)," Simon joked as Drake, Iliana, and Emma walked off the dancefloor to rest.
"Ci proverò (I'll try)," Drake shot back. Nodding to Amber who mouthed: 'Oh my god!' It wasn't often he danced like that; he was just glad the money he paid a male stripper to teach him those moves was worth it. Leading them towards one of the sunken couches they had scattered around the club in lieu of booths. Smiling warmly when Emma released a hoot as she threw her arms into the air.
"I haven't had so much fun in so long!" Emma laughed as she looped her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Dante. This has been such a wonderful night," she purred getting in her fifth kiss of the night. Ever since she stepped into the world of adultery, even if her husband was the first one to break their vows, she had felt guilty of sleeping around on her husband. Yet the first few dates she had with Drake slowly made those fears fade away.
Emma was still apprehensive in dating other men. Knowing they would want something she wasn't giving out. Yet with Drake she didn't have to worry about that. She could finally have something hard between her legs and still keep her house. She didn't care what happened to her husband now. He could go off with his little mistress and she'll focus on her little gigolo. Smiling sinfully at Drake as she squeezed his ass.
"My pleasure," Drake said, as he eased down between the two of them.
******
"Drake?!" The name escaped her lips as she carried a tray of drinks through the club. While she and Drake never moved in the same groups during high school she knew of him. She learned the hard way college and high school were so different. No longer was she one of the beautiful girls at the school, she was just nothing more than a freshman. If she thought about it, she could have sworn she heard something about him going to New York. She too wanted to move away, yet she spent more time worrying about where the next party was at in her high school days she failed to keep her grades high enough to attend out of state schools. So she was forced to go to the one an hour outside of the city. "Damn. When did he get so... hot?" She muttered aloud as she watched him leave. Wondering who the women were that he was with.
She never knew him to be that lucky with the ladies, or he wasn't when they were in high school together. Thinking back, trying to remember what he was good in during high school as she went to serve out her drinks. A smile formed on her lips knowing she could use some help with her math. Pondering if she could find her old year book and see if she couldn't find out where he lived.
******
"Drake, can we do this again?" Iliana asked, as she pressed her body against his. Looking up at her son, loving how that hand of his hasn't left her ass all night long when she wasn't sitting on it that was.
"I'm pretty booked the rest of the week," Drake said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Drake, aren't you normally off during the mornings and afternoons?" Emma asked, cutting in, as they stood on the curb waiting for Sandy to pull up.
"Normally yeah," Drake nodded.
"Then how much would just a lunch date cost us?" Iliana asked, shooting Emma a smile knowing where she was going with this.
"For the two of you, or one on one?"
"Together, I told you baby, I'll only let Emma be the one I eat your creampie out of," Iliana purred as her hand reached out. Running her fingertips up the length of his cock knowing just where they were heading. Emma had agreed to the change of plans. To which she had agreed Drake's house would be better, that way they both wouldn't be rushing home to change for work in the morning. "Now Drake, we really can't afford the extra that you normally earn," a smirk formed on her lips as Drake arched an eyebrow, "I'd hope that you would wave it for us," Iliana purred, swaying her hips against his as the muffled beat thumped through the walls of the club.
"Yeah, I wasn't going to charge you in the first place. And how did the two of you afford me anyway?" Drake asked, looking between the two of them.
"We saved silly," Iliana giggled. "With you paying for the house and the bills and the boys stepping up with the groceries. I got some spending money to dote upon myself; and you baby are something I want to dote myself on," she said, lustfully.
"So answer the question: how much would it cost us?" Emma inquired poking Drake in his side.
"You two, a penny," Drake said, with a smirk as Sandy pulled up. "I don't think this one can wait another six months to fuck me," he said, teasing his mother as he firmly squeezing her ass.
"With how fat this cock is," Emma purred loudly, her hand rubbed his hard member flashing Sandy a smile as the woman slyly checked her and Iliana out. "It's a wonder how she hasn't slid it into her hot pussy yet," she whispered, her breath hot, her tongue flickered out to tease his earlobe as she so wantonly touched that phallus of his.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded. It was a herculean task not to simply fuck her son out on the dancefloor or on that couch where they talked and talked. Not like a mother and child, yet like a man and a woman, granted a woman that's been trying to get in her son's pants for the past two years. Still, she couldn't remember the last time her ex-husband or her other sons had that kind of a conversation with her. She wondered if that was him being a gigolo or was her son simply that simulating? Honestly, she didn't care because she was finally going to have her son. Sliding in beside her son, listening to the soft clasp of the door as it closed knowing within minutes she would be on her back getting her cunt pounded by her son's fat cock. Iliana just hoped her panties would hold up until then.
******
"You sure?" Sandy asked, looking over the back of her seat as Drake sat behind her as his clients waited for him to depart the limo. "You know I don't mind waiting for you, Dante. You know I will," she said, gently placing her hand on his shoulder as he peered over the divider.
"I know Sandy, you saved my butt enough to know that. It's just I get the feeling I won't be leaving until the wee hours of the morning, or maybe not even then. Just a feeling I get with these two," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh?!"
"Yeah, you head home, I'll call a cab in the morning or whenever they're sated," Drake said, with a small smile.
"O-okay, only if you think you won't be needing me," Sandy said, a little weakly. She always enjoyed the rides home with him. Mostly because he would give her a play by play of what had happened between the sheets. What she said before she did mean it. She wasn't always gay; she did have boyfriends before she was drawn to women. She really did like seeing his cock covered in pussy cream. For two reasons one: because she could recognize just how good his cock would be stretching out a woman's cunt. Two: slurping off their pussy juice from his rubber coated cock. Sandy just would never tell Drake any of that.
"Yeah... if you haven't heard from me by four tomorrow call the cavalry," Drake chuckled patting the seat to say goodbye to her before moving towards the rear passenger door. "Be safe driving home," he said, waving to Sandy before shutting the door.
Once Sandy was out of sight, Emma grabbed Drake by the arm and hurriedly dragged him towards her car. There leaning against the rear passenger door rested his mother. Her left leg was bent and pressed against the back of the seat, while her right was open as far as the space would allow showing off her glistening pussy to her son.
"Come Drake," her left index finger beckoned to her son, "show your mother just how you got Emma to cum in less than two minutes," Iliana purred as she teased her dew laden labia. Listening to Emma giggle as she heard the smack on Drake's ass.
"I so can't wait to sink my nails into this again," Emma said, sensuously.
"We won't get the chance if you don't hop in and drive," Iliana teased in a joking manner.
"Don't you sass me Iliana," Emma said, wagging her finger at her. "It's not my fault your son has a very firm ass that beckons to be played with," she said, with a little 'Hmpf' flicking her hair over her shoulder as she opened the driver's side door.
"You sure you're ready for this?" Drake asked, laying his suit jacket onto the passenger seat before closing the door.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded vehemently.
She was so not ready! No one could be ready for how good his tongue felt on her quivering mound. Before they even reached the end of the street her moans were already filling Emma's car. "Fuck Drake! Oh God! Yes... mmmhmm..." Biting her lip, her nostrils flared, her thighs trembled as she tried to hold back her orgasm. However, she could feel the flood coming as her nails dragged along the back of the seat. Her right hand pressed her son's face against her moistening mound, "Drake!" Iliana screamed out as her cream surged down her canal. "Please don't stop!" she begged as her son's tongue touched her like a man who's had years of experience of knowing just how to turn on her water works.
"I told you he was good," Emma stated with an amused tone in her voice.
"Fuck! You didn't say he was... fuck me! Yes, yes, yes!" Iliana squeaked out in this small cute voice as Drake was going to town on her little peach. "Oh Drake, yes Drake... God. Where did you learn this?" she asked, breathlessly.
"I'll never tell," Drake teased before capturing his mother's clit.
"Oh God..." Iliana's eyes rolled back into her head as that tongue of his took her to heights she's rarely experienced. Whimpering loudly as her nails dragged up her son's back. Hoping she wasn't ruining such an expensive shirt as Drake's tongue teased her to no end. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming," Iliana squeaked out.
Her chest heaved; her green eyes held a sultry look in them as she gazed at her son as he licked her juices from his lips. She had no idea what came over her as she launched herself across the seat. Was it due to the fact that she had suppressed the feelings she had for her son for so long that she took it out on him while trying to stamp those feelings down due to how young Drake was at the time. She didn't always run in and catch him molesting her panties. Sometimes she would wait outside or hide in her closet as she listened to how he would moan at how much he wanted her, how much he loved her. She wasn't proud of the fact that she turned his devotion to her onto her twins. Yet she wasn't about to bed her son when he was only sixteen and her twins at the time were months away from the age of eighteen. Nonetheless, now that her son was twenty, his lips were captured by hers as they made out in the back of Emma's car. She would never be so damn foolish ever again.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as Drake fondled her right breast. Slipping her arm out of the strap of her dress. Pushing the fabric of her dress over it, gently biting her lip as the warmth of his hand soaked into her bare skin. "Drake," she whispered in a soft breath as his index and middle finger tweaked her light pink nipple. Arching her back, releasing a soft moan as his lips captured that hard bud. Her breathing quickened as she felt his hand moving along her inner thigh as she stroked her son through his pants. "Yes baby, touch me, feel how hot you make me," Iliana panted before releasing a groan of pleasure as Drake slipped two fingers into her already wet cunt.
"Sorry about your backseat Emma," Iliana said bashfully, once Emma had dropped her and her son off in front of her home.
"Don't worry about it. It will make Baran wonder who I've been fucking in the backseat," Emma said, with a vengeful smile. "Just let me park and grab myself an overnight bag and I'll pop right over."
"Mmmkay," Iliana said, joyfully. Looking at her son as she held his hand. "I have to say Drake you do look very dashing in that suit. Is it new?"
"Actually it is," Drake said, unbuttoning the top button. To which his mother didn't waste any time darting her hand inside his jacket. "Like what you feel?" he asked, as her hand lavished on his six pack and his sex lines.
"Mmmhmm. Did you get this body hard to torment me with it?" Iliana purred feeling so naughty touching her boy so lewdly out in public.
"A little," Drake teased.
"Then I need to examine every inch down to every muscle you earned so I'll know all the hard work you put in," Iliana said, with a coy smile. Looking over her shoulder as she heard Emma speaking with someone.
"Baby, I think you need to go save her. Go be her white knight," Iliana said, lovingly. Twisting her body side to side as her face heated as the street lights bathed his body. Biting her lip as the shadows played along Drake's ass as she held his jacket in her arms.
"I told you Baran! If you can't keep that whore of yours hidden I damn well won't with mine either!" Emma shouted. Her face heated as she noticed Drake standing there. "I didn't..."
"Relax. I am a whore," Drake said, with guileful grin. "Is he bothering you?" he asked, nodding to her home.
"What?! No," quickly hiding her blushing cheeks, "it's just Baran and his whore is in the living room with her on her knees. He thought I'd be out all night. I would have too if we went back to my friends place," Emma said, shyly brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Ah. One sec," Drake said, moving past her into her home. "And you married this man?" he asked, catching Baran and his mistress by surprise as he stood in the hallway looking into the living room. Releasing a 'Hmpf' when Baran had let himself go the last time he saw him. Shooting Emma a smirk as he removed the tails of his shirt from his pants. "You see this whore knows how to please that woman you so threw away," Drake said, showing off his hard body to them.
"Trust me, she definitely upgraded. So why don't you heed the advice she gave you and keep your affair a tad more discreet. I'm sure her husband wouldn't like to find out about the two of you," he said, smirking evilly as the woman paled. "Because Emma isn't going to save you anymore, not when she has this. So you keep making her upset and I'll stop being a gentleman and I'll make you watch as I make that angel sing," Drake said, rolling his body showing off how his muscles moved. "Bye, bye now," he said, laughing as Emma dragged him out of her home.
"T-thank you," Emma said, feeling her face heat as her dark blue eyes glanced over at him. "You didn't have..."
"I don't mind, showed him he wasn't all that, and showed him that you got the far better end of the deal, don't you think?" Drake asked with a coy smirk, as his shirt floated behind him as they walked to where his mother stood.
"Mmmhmm," Emma nodded vehemently. Biting the inside of her cheek as the moonlight played along his chest.
"Drake... what did you do?" Iliana asked, all the while her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from his exposed chest.
"Nothing much, just put that man in his place," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.
"He's just so..." Emma lost her train of thought as she sighed as she swayed against him.
"Well then, shall we?" Iliana asked, gesturing to her house.
"Yes! Let's!" Emma giggled behind her cupped hand.
Iliana smirked at how the curtain was swaying back and forth as if someone -- namely her twins -- were spying on them. Her arm was looped around his, her hips swayed alluringly as they approached their home. She could still feel his lips on her breasts, and his fingers and tongue exploring her womanhood. Smirking at her son as she stuffed her panties into his pants pocket. Telling him that she can always buy new ones if he forgot to wash them, and that she should have never made him stop to begin with.
A smirk formed on her lips as she noted how her twins were kneeling on the couch looking at them as they walked in. "Now boys, don't you come and bother us for the rest of the night. We'll be a tad busy, won't we Emma?" Iliana cooed as she looked over at her.
"Mmmhmm, you'll be my first threesome Drake. Do be gentle with me," Emma purred as she draped herself along his body.
"Oh? You don't want me to do that thing?" Drake asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Oh no, you definitely have to do that," Emma giggled. It seemed to her the twins were about to blow their loads as she teased them so wantonly.
"Can't we watch?! We promise we won't interfere," Franklin pleaded as Aidyn nodded in agreement. Both set of eyes on Drake and not trying to undress Emma like they've always done.
"I don't know, I would say okay if it was just me and Drake," Iliana said, her fingers trailed up Drakes bare chest. Feeling her nipples pushing against the fabric of her dress as the pads of her fingers ran along each valley of his chest. "What do you think Emma?"
"No... if they would've put more effort into changing their ways. I'd say maybe, I mean this is my very first threesome. I wasn't expecting to have an audience for it." Emma tapped her chin deep in thought. She did find their pouting cute. Her nails tickled the underside of Drake's chin as she walked by him.
"Are you two sure you can keep your hands to yourselves when you see all on this?" she asked, jiggling her breasts before their very eyes. Smirking as those eyeballs bounced up and down as they nodded. "Can you keep from fucking me as your brother makes this pussy cream?" Pulling back the front of her dress letting the twins peek at her matching black panties before quickly closing it. "Nope. I don't think you boys can handle the sight of my naked body," Emma said, spinning on her heel wiggling her ass as she walked back to join Drake and Iliana.
"Bro, help us out here," they pleaded with their younger brother.
"How would you feel if your hands were tied behind your backs?" Drake asked, with a wicked grin.
"I don't know..." Franklin began to say only to have Aidyn nudge him.
"Dude don't blow this for us," Aidyn hissed low. "If he doesn't want too, I'm okay with it," he said, hopefully.
"Your call," Drake said, looking at Emma.
"Nah, they would just run their mouths off that they finally got to see me naked," Emma said, waving Drake off. Yet deep within her eyes she was enjoying this.
"We so wouldn't?!" They voiced in unison.
"You've been given the chance Franklin and Aidyn and it seems you two still have work to do," Iliana said, ending the discussion. "Now if you don't mind me and your brother, have to go fuck this lovely woman..." Her eyes shot to her sons as Emma kissed her unexpectedly. Making them watch as she fondled Emma's breasts as their tongues rolled within each other's mouths.
"This is so wrong," Franklin said, in a small voice as he hung his head, staring at the floor.
"Well, you two keep working on whatever it is you've been doing. I'm sure eventually you'll get to see her sexy body in its afterglow," Drake said, getting his dig into their overinflated egos. "It's going to be loud so you might want to turn up the volume," he teased as he led his mother and Emma up the stairs. Looking down at his hand as his mother led him to her room. Which was odd, he had thought they would use his, then again, this worked in his favor too. He couldn't wait to make his mother moan and beg in the very room she had humiliated him in.
******
"This is so fucking wrong!" Franklin growled as he paced the living room as he and his brother listened as Emma moaned loudly.
"Oh God! Yes Drake, eat me!"
"Tell me about it," Aidyn grumbled. "You were the one who wouldn't get his hands tied behind his back. We could be up there right now watching, but nooooo, you had to chicken out," he said, shooting his brother a hateful look.
"Hey! Don't you turn this around on me! I told you countless times to cut down on the flirting with her. Did you listen, huh?!" Franklin spat.
"God. I forgotten what you can do with that tongue." The twins' heads turned; a forlorn look appeared on their faces as they heard that lustful voice filling their home. Their eyebrows rose at their hushed conversation.
"Boys?!" Iliana's voice called down to them.
"What is it Mom? We aren't being too loud are we?" Franklin asked, as he looked up at his naked mother as he and Aidyn stood at the base of the stairs.
"No. We have a proposal for you," Iliana said, with a sly grin.
"And that is?!" Their voices spoke as one.
"One: no talking if we let you in. Two: no touching, us or yourselves. Three: no recording devices," Iliana said, holding up three fingers. "Can you..."
"Oh fuck yes! God. I love riding this thing," Emma howled as she bounced on Drake's cock.
"Can the two of you follow those rules?" Iliana asked, arching an eyebrow. Noting how her sons' cocks flexed in their jeans.
"Mmmhmm." Their heads nodded very vigorously.
"You need to thank the man of the house for this," Iliana said, turning on her heel, sauntering back to her room.
Aidyn and Franklin were shoving each other as they stumbled up the steps. Their heads shot up at the sound of Emma's purr as they could only guess from the loud crack that Drake had spanked her ass. Hopping on one foot then the other as they left a trail of clothing along the hallway as they stripped on the fly. Their mouths dropped as their mother sat on the backs of her legs as Drake fucked Emma from behind in front of her. Quickly closing their gaping mouths as Iliana placed a finger to her lips.
"Yes Drake, fuck me hard!" Emma moaned as she thrust backwards onto his root. "There! Fuck Drake... I'm going to cum!" They're eyes watched as Emma shuddered and trembled as she came on their brother's cock.
"Finally made it to the party huh?" Drake asked, peering over his shoulder. Easing out of Emma's wet cunt, rubbing her ass as she released a moan before collapsing onto the bed. "Clean it," he ordered as his pulsating cock bobbed before his mother as he knelt there.
Iliana didn't hesitate. She gobbled down that slick cock like it was fine wine. Her green eyes peered up at her son as her lips glided along her son's rod. She so hoped that by willingly doing this, tasting another woman's juices on his cock, it would help ease the hurt she had unwittingly caused. Then again, once his rod touched her lips, she did go a little wild on that pole of his. She just couldn't help it. She was finally tasting the man that she's been in love with since he was sixteen. She just couldn't fathom why her mind would make her forget that even if, at the time, she couldn't do anything about it. Why it focused on her twins and not the man that made her feel things that even her ex-husband failed to do. Maybe she would never understand why, yet she was determined to show her son for the rest of her life.
"Sorry Drake, I just can't help myself when it comes to you," Iliana said sweetly, as her hand stroked his hard root. "Just save me some okay?"
"Oh, you can believe I'm going to creampie you," Drake said, with a smirk. Bending down kissing his mother like all the women he's slept with.
"God. Drake. Why do you leave me breathless?" Iliana cooed as she nuzzled her son's hand as he caressed her left cheek.
"Because you love me," Drake said, with a warm smile. "Don't you ever forget that."
"You read... my email?!" Iliana gasped.
"Of course, I did. I just couldn't come out and say I've wanted you since that day I caught you sunbathing topless."
"You... handsome asshole!" Iliana surged to her knees and maddeningly kissed him. "I hope you like my ass," she said, bashfully. Her cheeks heated as her son's hands roamed her bare buttocks. "Because I don't think I'm ever going to let go of yours," Iliana purred as she pressed her son tighter to her as her hands had a death grip on his rear.
"Iliana, do release my partner he isn't nearly finished," Emma said, after she had recovered from her explosive orgasm. "Hi boys, like what you see?" she asked, waving to them. Giggling as they nodded yet remained silent. "Stand up, I want to see what those cocks look like that's always hard when you come around. Mmm... very nice, no wonder I hear your mother moaning so much," Emma cooed biting her lip as those hard cocks twitched at the sight of her naked body. "Would you like to cover my body in your hot cum?" she asked, as her nails lightly skimmed up her chest. She knew at the age of fifty-one she wasn't the looker that she was when she was twenty. Nonetheless, the sight of those three young men sporting hard cocks just for her did make her feel young again. "Maybe I'll give them a treat after I had my fill of their bother," she thought to herself. "You may sit now. Drake?" Spreading her legs showing off her wet, very aroused and very satisfied pussy to him as she held out her arms to him. "Come fill me with your seed once again." Other than her husband, before she found out about his infidelity, Drake was the only man, in her nearly thirty long years of marriage, she allowed to cum inside of her. Even if she did decide to fuck the twins only Drake would ever be the one who's cum would be dripping out of her cunt.
Aidyn and Franklin scooted towards the edge of their mother's bed watching how Emma's labia molded around their brother's cock as it pumped in and out, coating it with every thrust of his hips in her cream. They had never been so hard in their lives as they crumpled the comforter in their hands. Wishing it was either one of them in their brother's place.
"Yes Drake, fuck! I love you!" Emma cried out as she came alongside him as she felt her womb being flooded. "It... just slipped out," she said, looking away in embarrassment.
"Shh... nothing to be embarrassed about," Drake said sweetly, gently turning her chin to look at him. Seeing her nod in understanding when she knew he couldn't return that love, not with what he's become. He would never willingly bring dishonor to her should the news that she was sleeping with a gigolo ever got out. Not that he cared what people thought about him, yet that didn't mean she didn't care about that.
"As long as I can be with you," Emma whispered feeling his cock shrinking within her cream filled peach.
"Of course, I do love hearing my angel sing," Drake cooed before passionately kissing her.
"Well Iliana, come eat your desert," Emma said, giggling as she held her labia open feeling Drake's cum leaking out.
"Frank, mind running and getting me a glass of water?" Drake asked, smirking when he saw his brother moving faster than he had ever witnessed during his football games. Smacking both of his mother's ass cheeks enjoying how they jiggled as she dug out every drop of his cum from within Emma's canal. "Does she always squeal like that?" Drake asked, his remaining brother as he slipped three fingers into his mother's hot cunt who shook his head. "Ah. Thank you, going to need all the fluids I can get," he said, taking the glass from Franklin. "Go ahead," Drake muttered before taking a sip.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"No hugs while you're naked," Drake said, placing a hand on his brother's chest. "I don't swing like that."
"I'm ready baby, I've been ready for you all night long," Iliana said, smiling at her son as the overhead light shone along Emma's juices that coated her skin. "What is it Aidyn?" she asked, looking behind her as her son tapped her foot. "You were told no touching yourself," Iliana stated as Aidyn made the hand motion of jerking off.
"Come here boys," Emma said, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as Drake laid on his back.
"You ready baby?" Iliana asked, as she ground her mound against his reignited cock.
"I've been ready," Drake said, shooting his mother a grin.
"Good answer," Iliana purred as she lifted herself up, trembling as his head moved through her lips. Gasping as his crown breached her entrance. Her eyes fluttered as she eased herself down. Glad she had loosened herself up before Drake had arrived home, so he wouldn't be tearing her too much as she bottomed out.
"Now, if I do this, I want you on your best behavior when I entertain in my backyard, and whenever you see me. Am I clear?" Emma said sternly, keeping her chuckle contained as she watched their cocks bounce whenever she would press down lightly on their crowns. "You may speak."
"Of course!" Aidyn and Franklin said in unison.
"Now bear with me, I've never given dual hand jobs before. That's all you're going to get out of me, got it?" Emma asked, arching an eyebrow. Peering over her shoulder as Iliana moaned from behind her. Watching how she rocked her hips, noticing the elation on her face as her hands propped her up as she leaned back.
"Doesn't my pussy look fantastic as that cock plunges into it?" Iliana panted as the smell of her sex filled the air. Sucking on her lower lip as Drake nodded as his hands held onto her thighs. Her red hair cascaded down the right side of her body as she howled like a banshee as Drake hammered his rod deep into her womanhood. "Yes Drake, fuck me!" Iliana growled as she leaned forward matching her son's thrust. Her nails scraped down his chest as another orgasm flared to life. "Oh Drake!" Her voice trembled as her hair swayed as her body quaked in the aftermath. "You feel so good in me baby," Iliana whispered before kissing her son.
"So boys, are you enjoying this?" Emma asked, with a knowing smirk. Enjoying how the twins were moaning as her hands stroked their cocks.
"Y-yes..."
"Your hand feels so good," Aidyn said, with a quivering voice.
Emma could feel that they were ready to explode. With a sinful smile, pressing their engorged rods against their stomachs watching the way their cum painted their stomachs. "What? Did I say you could cum on me? I just said I'd do that this once, nothing about you spraying me in your semen, now did I?" Emma asked, with a sinful smile. "Now go clean yourselves up and close the door on the way out," she said, shooing them off.
"Night sweethearts, see you in the morning," Iliana said, smiling at her twins as she was poised to ride her son in the reverse cowgirl position. "Watch baby, watch how my ass bounces as I ride this cock," she said, peering over her shoulder as she eased her sore cunt back down onto Drake's rod. "God. Your so damn big Drake, no wonder all those women want you," Iliana purred as her son stretched her out more so than her dildo prepared her for. Any woman would have trouble taking a cock with a twelve inch circumference. Nonetheless, Iliana was determined to make sure her son had all that she could provide.
"Drake," Emma cooed smiling seductively at Drake as he looked at her. "My pussy still needs to feel your tongue on it," she said, staring down at him as she straddled Drake's face. "Make this pussy realize how lucky it is," Emma purred as she ran her fingers along her labia.
And so, the very room, where the woman who humiliated Drake, whom he so craved, was filled with her moaning voice as Drake brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Each switching off to get their fill of the man that brought such pleasure to their bodies.
"Give it to me Drake! Let me feel you cum inside of me!" Iliana panted in exhaustion after three hours of mind blowing sex. Her hands rested on his chest loving how his tight body moved for her as he plowed that cock into her. Holding onto his arms as she laid on her back as Drake thrust hard and deep into her. "Yes!" Iliana cried out as she felt her son's cum flooding her womb.
The End.
Epilogue
Two months had passed since that night. Two months of Iliana screaming in sheer bliss as her three son's filled each and every hole of hers. Although she would never take Drake in her ass, he was just too thick for her to handle back there. She didn't always have all three at once, some days it was just her and Drake or one of the twins. That didn't mean she didn't sleep with her son whenever he came home from his night out on the town. She would hear the door opening downstairs and Iliana would slowly make her way to his bed. There she would crawl into his bed, wrap his arm around her and drift back to sleep feeling the man she loved spooning against her. Always waking with a smile on her face as the dawn light highlighted her son's face.
"Okay Drake, you have to tell us just what the hell you do for a living," Franklin said, in a stern brotherly voice as he and Aidyn unpacked the eighty inch flat screen.
"It will blow your mind, so I don't know if you can handle it," Drake said, sipping on his glass of wine.
"Dude this thing cost fifteen hundred bucks. You have to tell us!" Aidyn said, shooting his brother a smile as he and Franklin unwrapped the TV.
"As long as you don't go running your mouths off about it I'll tell you," Drake said, feeling his mother's arms slipping around his waist as she pressed her breasts into his back.
"Deal," the twins said in unison.
"I'm a gigolo," Drake said, with a smirk as he brought his glass to his lips at their shocked faces.
"You... a... gigolo," Franklin burst out laughing.
"You're not joking are you?" Aidyn asked, seeing his brother shaking his head.
"How do you think Drake could save our home? Pay for everything around here, and still do everything he wants?" Iliana asked, from over Drake's right shoulder. "Because my baby is the man of this house now," she cooed lovingly. "Okay, Emma wants to go shopping I'll be back soon. I can't wait to taste your chicken parmesan," Iliana said, kissing her son's cheek before going to collect her purse.
"Emma is coming for dinner right?" Drake asked, as he watched the sway of his mother's ass.
"You know it Drake, you better not be replacing me with another woman," Iliana said, teasingly. Blowing her sons a kiss as the straps of her purse rested on her left shoulder. "I'll be back in two hours," she said, waving bye to Drake.
"Drake, that woman, the one me and Mom saw that night at the play house..."
"I don't discuss my clients," Drake said, draining his glass.
******
Two days later...
"Come on, I got something to show the two of you," Drake said, standing in the doorway of Franklin's bedroom as he and Aidyn were discussing their last year of college, of all things.
"This isn't about how cool and fancy that new car is?" Aidyn asked, with a coy smirk.
"No... but it is a cool car, jealous?" Drake said, knowing how his brothers had been drooling over his new BMW 8 series sports car. Remembering how joyful his mother was when he gave her the keys to the Audi when they went to pick it up. She was the very first one that helped to break in his new car that was currently parked in the garage. Granted it was on the hood of his car, but it still counts.
"Fuck off, the moment you leave those keys out I'm so going to boost it," Franklin said, with a cocky grin.
"So not going to happen. Unless you don't want the surprise I have for you," Drake said coyly, sliding his hands into his front pockets, shrugging his shoulders. "That's a shame," he sighed before walking down the hall towards the stairs. A smile formed on his lips at the sound of his brothers' feet hurrying after him. "Now close your eyes," Drake ordered to which they didn't hesitate. Guiding his brothers into living room, shooting Emma a smile and a kiss as she stood in front of the fireplace in a red see-through teddy with matching panties. Her arms resting on the mantle as she smiled seductively at him. "Go ahead and open your eyes."
"Holy shit!" Aidyn and Franklin gasped.
"Like what you see boys?" Emma purred.
"Hell yes!"
"Well, what are you doing all the way over there?" Emma asked, with a sly smirk. Giggling as the twins nearly leapt over the couch.
"Can we...?"
"Oh yes, touch me all you want boys," Emma cooed as her hands ran up and down their growing rods. "But first thank your brother, he is the one that talked me into this."
"Well, you do drive a hard bargain," Drake retorted.
"You better live up to it too," Emma said, flicking her tongue against her teeth. A warm smile formed on her lips as the twins raced over to their brother.
"Can't breathe!" Drake rasped as his brothers hugged him far too tightly.
"Come on boys, take me to your room and fuck me like you've always wanted," Emma said, as she sauntered past them. Yelping in surprise as Franklin scooped her up into his arms. Giggling as he carried her hurriedly up the stairs.
"You're the best brother ever!" Aidyn shouted before racing to catch up to his twin.
Drake had a smile on his face as he listened to Emma purr. It was nice to finally see her happy. He knew she wouldn't always sleep with them unless she wanted to. Rubbing the back of his head wondering how the neighbors are going to take the fact of him sunbathing in the nude for the rest of the month. Then again, that wasn't anything new to him. He did spend a lot of time on that nude beach. Turning as he heard a knock on his front door.
"Hello...?" His eyes ran down the dazzling red head wondering why she looked so familiar.
"Hello Drake, I hope you remember me?"
My Son the Gigolo Pt. 02
What's summer without drama? The Great Mario's return.
Book 2
Thanks to WAA01, Killerarmyguy, and Taco for the edits.
******
Chapter One
"Umm..." Drake Lucian, aka Dante Cole, his professional name, stood very confused as he stared at the rather attractive redhead at his door. It was his house (unofficially, his father's name was still on the loan as well as his mother's), ever since his father skipped out on fulfilling his agreements. Thinking he or his brothers would allow their mother to go into foreclosure. He hadn't spoken to his father since he walked out on them with his mother's sister and moved to somewhere in Asia. Not that he cared, he got the woman he had longed for forever since he was sixteen. What his father and his aunt did was their business. "I'm sorry, no, I don't," he apologized; he would have remembered someone as attractive as she was; then again, with all the whoring that he's done, that could have muddied his memories. Seeing the woman's face heat when Emma's moans began to filter down the stairs. "Sorry about that," Drake said, a little embarrassed as he stepped outside and closed the front door.
"It's... okay, I came unannounced; you had no way of knowing you'd have company," she said bashfully, remembering how hot he looked at the club that night while she was serving out drinks. Now, now that she was less than two feet away, she was drooling in her mind at how drop-dead gorgeous he was to her. "I'm Samantha Carter; by the way, we went to high school together," she introduced herself as she extended her hand to him.
"Wait, not Samantha Carter, the head varsity cheerleader?" Drake asked, trying to recall where he's heard that name before.
"The one and only," Samantha said with an alluring smile as she slyly eyed how his t-shirt hugged his chest. Detailing every muscle, remembering how he didn't have said body back in high school. Wondering just what he's been doing over the past few years. She couldn't help it as his cologne filled her nose, heat began to form between her legs. She had no idea how or when he got so attractive.
"So... why look me up after all this time?" Drake asked, noticing how her cheeks blushed and her blue eyes glanced down to her feet.
"Umm... can we like go somewhere to talk?" Samantha inquired, trying to ignore the sounds that were coming through his front door.
"Oh?! Yeah, they're probably going to be a while," looking around for her car, not seeing one, "did you drive?"
"No... I took the bus," Samantha said, a little embarrassed.
"Coffee good with you?" Drake asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Mmmhmm," Samantha hummed with a nod of her head.
"Okay, let me grab my keys," Drake responded as he reached for the handle of his front door.
"Sure," Samantha chirped. Mouthing the words 'Oh my God' as the front door closed behind him. Breathing out slowly, trying to calm herself down, she didn't think Drake would take too kindly to her coming on to him when she would be asking him for a favor. Turning her head as she heard his garage door lifting. Her jaw dropped as Drake's BMW 8 series backed out, watching how the roof lowered once he was out from beneath the door. She had no idea he had that kind of money to afford a car like that.
"Hop in; I know this nice little coffee shop close by where we can talk," Drake stated as he peered over at her. Keeping his smirk to himself, he noted how she was gawking at the interior as she slid into the passenger seat.
"Nice car," Samantha said, trying to control her voice.
"Thanks, just got it a couple of weeks ago," Drake replied as he backed out of the driveway.
"So... I heard you went off to New York," Samantha said over the wind.
"I did; I head back in early August. Did you head off on some wild adventure once high school was over?" Drake asked as he stopped at a stop sign, hearing his blinker ticking away, waiting for the cars to pass.
"I wish," Samantha sighed.
"What happened?"
"I didn't do so well in high school; I allowed myself to think I had it made. Stupid mistake," Samantha said sadly. "I wanted to go to some far-off college to expand my wings, to see what I was made of, you know?" Seeing him nodding in understanding, "But I partied too much, studied way too little; in the end I'm stuck here. What's New York like?"
"Crowded, very fucking crowded. Noisy. Expensive, but it has its merits," Drake answered, taking a left and heading towards the shop.
"Oh? Like what?" Samantha asked curiously.
"I don't think you want me to answer that," Drake responded with a sly grin on his lips.
"Oh, I see; got you some ladies up there, huh?" Samantha teased.
"Quite the few," Drake admitted. Wondering if he would be servicing the same women he had done before he had left for Italy.
"Don't take this the wrong way, yet I don't ever recall you being so well off with the opposite sex," Samantha said as she noted how the strands of his black hair moved through the wind as the late morning sun played along his face. Her heart fluttered as Drake laughed; she did like the sound of it which brought a smile to her lips.
"Yeah, that didn't start till the last few months of my senior year," Drake replied with a charming smile on his lips. His mind flashed back to the day he first met his Madam.
******
Two years and a few months ago...
Drake stared nervously up at what appeared to be a simple ordinary office building. With its plain brick façade, its neatly spaced windows were the only breaks in the sea of red and brown. Hearing the noise of the city at his back, wondering if he could truly do this. If he had what it took to be a gigolo. Pondering if any woman would want to be seen with a skinny, virgin, eighteen-year-old high school kid. Blowing out a breath that he had been holding. Knowing he was there for a purpose, he just prayed that this would work out. He so wanted to get back at his mother for what she said to him. Hoping he could learn the skills he needed to make his mother lust after him like he knew she did with his older brothers. To make her yearn to have him like he's wanted her for so long before she said those hurtful words. Walking into the building, heading towards the elevator bank, he already knew where to go. The woman he spoke to informed him where their office was located. Her stern voice filled his mind as he looked at his phone, noting the time. Recounting what she had told him, if he couldn't be on time, don't bother showing up.
Swallowing hard when the elevator doors rolled open. Drake was expecting to step out into a hallway, not right into the middle of the heart of Winters Escort Services. Noting how the woman and man sitting behind the receptionist desk were staring oddly at him as Drake just stood unmoving. Feeling his heart hammering in his chest as their eyes bored into him. Clenching his fist, he came this far; he wasn't going to chicken out now!
"You lost?" asked a man with an Italian accent as his hand held the elevator doors open. Seeing the nervousness in Drake's eyes as the two of them gazed at one another. Arching an eyebrow when he noted how Drake's cheeks were heating. "Or are you here for a job?"
"J-job," Drake managed to say in a low whisper.
"First time in a place like this? Come on, the name's Simon," he greeted with a warm smile when he saw Drake's weak nod.
"Drake," he replied, taking the man's hand.
"Word of advice, in this line of work, women expect confidence," Simon stated, lifting Drake's chin up. He could tell Drake had been hurt and was seeking validation from someone or anyone that would give it to him. "Hey, Nancy," he cooed, putting on the charm he earned from his time in Italy, where he had first worked for the Madam of the branch there. "When you going to leave that big ol' lug of yours and let me have a taste, hmm?" Drake watched how his newfound friend didn't waste any time and how red the woman's face was getting.
"Simon, you know the rules; while I'm flattered, you would find this old woman alluring enough to line your arm for a night. Yet my heart belongs to that 'lug' as you call him," Nancy replied with a good-natured smile.
"Shame, and here I was wondering what you would look like spread out on my bed," Simon sighed, seeing how his new friend was studying him.
"Well, that's one thing you'll never find out," Nancy stated, yet that didn't stop her mound from heating. While she knew Simon was a harmless flirt around the office, he knew that was as far as it would ever go unless he left the agency. Even then, she wouldn't stray from her husband no matter how suave, and alluring Simon could be, and she knew Simon respected that boundary. "So, who's your new friend, Simon?" she asked, peering over at Drake.
"Ah, this here is Drake; he's here to see the boss," Simon stated, placing a hand on Drake's left shoulder.
"Oh? That so?" Nancy asked, looking over at Drake, who nodded.
"Yes, ma'am," Drake spoke when Simon gave him a look.
"Good, good, if you will just fill these out, I'll let Madam Winter know you're here," Nancy said, getting to her feet and handing Drake a clipboard with an employment application clipped to it along with a pen. "If you'll just have a seat there," she stated, nodding to the chairs. "So... what's up with the kid?" Nancy whispered, knowing teenagers didn't normally show up at their company's doorstep. If she had to guess, he looked close to her daughter's age.
"No idea, but he looks like someone hurt him or something like that," Simon uttered low.
"You going to mentor him once the boss gets done with him?"
"Think so," Simon nodded. Looking down when Nancy lightly placed her hand on his right forearm.
"You're a good man, Simon," Nancy said in a sweet tone.
"I was like him once back in the old country; I know how nerve-racking the first time can be."
"I'll keep an eye on him as well," Nancy said in a motherly tone. She had no idea what drove Drake to look for work as an escort so young; normally, it was the college girls that sought them out to pay off their tuition.
"Tell your husband thanks for inviting me to the party last weekend; I don't get a lot of time just to unwind," Simon spoke with a friendly smile before moving off towards Drake. "How's it going?"
"I don't know, never had a job before, so don't know what most of this means," Drake responded, scratching his head.
"Here, I'll help you out," Simon stated as he lowered himself down into the chair beside Drake.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Drake whispered when they were halfway through his application.
"We all started somewhere, me; I started about your age when I used to live in Italy. I was like you, scared, and hurt, wanting to prove something to someone. Then I met a man who took me under his wing and showed me the ropes. How to act. How to speak. What words to avoid, and what words to use to get the client aroused. How to dress, what clothes to wear, cologne, what car to drive, etc. etc. I would like to help you, too, like my mentor helped me when I was just starting out in this business. My real name is Francis, by the way, here I'm, Simon. You should think of a professional name so no one will recognize you."
"Does everyone do that?" Drake asked low, to which Francis nodded.
"Madam Winters insists upon it. She doesn't want trouble from any family members if it gets out if one of us is an escort. Here's my card," writing down his cell phone number on the back of it, "call me any time; if I don't answer, just leave a message, and I'll get back to you as fast as I can," Francis said, holding it out to him. "It's okay to be nervous; it happens to all of us our first time out. Just takes time to get the hang of things," he said, lightly patting Drake on his shoulder when he saw Nancy motioning Drake to the desk.
Drake nodded as Nancy showed him how to find Madam Winters's office, as she unclipped his application and handed it back to him. Thanking her, hearing her soft encouraging words as he set out to start his life as a gigolo. Rubbing his hands along his pant legs to dry the sweat he felt on his palms as he neared the woman who held sway over his employment.
"Enter." Taking a dry swallow as his hand slowly turned the knob. Drake's heart was in his throat as the door continued to inch open. Drake kept his surprise from his face as he was greeted by a very alluring black woman. He had been under the assumption he would be dealing with a woman in her late sixties or seventies. Not this gorgeous, vivacious woman who appeared to him to be no older than her mid-thirties. "I take it you're the young man who contacted me the other day. Am I correct in that assumption?" Madam Winters asked with an alluring smile upon her lips. Her eyes ran down Drake's body before returning to his face. Noting the boy had potential, she just had to polish her gem to get him to shine.
"Yes, ma'am," Drake answered, trying to keep his nervousness in check.
"Please, have a seat," Winters offered, gesturing to the chair before her. "So, tell me, how did you hear about my agency?" she asked, taking his application from him.
"Saw your ad in a paper," Drake said truthfully.
"And why do you want to work for me... let me rephrase, why do you want to become an escort?" Winters inquired with a questioning look.
"Well, I need the money, plus I have no work experience, as you can see..."
"Yes, I saw; you know this isn't some fast-food joint where you can just quit at the drop of a hat. This isn't some whorehouse where you can fuck whomever you want, whenever you want. Can you keep that in your pants?" Winters asked with a pointed look.
"Yes, ma'am," Drake nodded.
"Good. I don't supply hookers to clients; my people are only there to escort their clients to whichever function they have been hired to attend. Sex, if there is to be any sex is off the clock, am I understood?" Winters spoke in a firm tone. Keeping her interest hidden at how red Drake got when she mentioned the word sex.
"Yes, ma'am."
"As I have said, I don't supply hookers to my clients. What I do offer is sophisticated, charming, wholesome escorts who help ease our clients in their hectic lives," Winters said, getting up from her seat. "Now our clients are very busy, very influential people. If I hire you, I want your best at all times when you're with a client. If I hear one word about how you were rude, disrespectful, or forceful with a client, I will end your contract with me in a heartbeat. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Madam Winters," Drake answered, trying not to notice how good her ass looked when she sat on the edge of her desk.
"Now, I must ask this, so please forgive the personal nature of it; I don't intend to be rude or nosy, okay? Have you ever been with a woman or man, if you swing like that, ever before?"
"No," Drake uttered in a shy tone as he looked down at his lap. Feeling her fingertips lifting his chin to peer at her once again.
"What do you mean no? Are you telling me you've never had any kind of sexual relationship with anyone before?" Winters asked, quite shocked, to say the least, as he gave her a weak nod. She was sure that most teenagers these days weren't virgins any longer. "Can I ask why?"
"She didn't want me," Drake uttered; the pain his mother had inflicted was still raw in his eyes.
"Dry your eyes," Winters said softly, handing Drake a tissue. "Come with me," she said, rising off the edge of her desk and holding her hand out to him. Feeling the warmth of his hand as his fingers curled around her own. "If you're going to work for me, I need to know what you're working with. So, I can place you with the right kind of client. I hope you understand," Winters stated as she led Drake towards the side door of her office that opened up to a windowless, soundproof room with a lone bed that rested at the other end of the room, where she tested out new hires; male and female alike. "Please undress to your underwear so I can take a few photos for your profile; it's what our... are you straight, gay..."
"Straight," Drake stammered.
"No need to be nervous, Drake; I'm here to help you to become the best escort you can be," Winters spoke with a warm smile as she stood beside the camera sitting on its tripod and was pointed at the whitewashed wall.
"Wait... I got the job?!" Drake uttered in surprise.
"You wouldn't be in this room if you hadn't; you'll still need to sign a contract with me..."
"For how long?" Drake cut in.
"Three years, your pay will be 75% of the client's price, the rest goes to the house, and don't you dare think of going behind my back. If I learn that you have, I will blackball you so fast it will make your head spin?! We clear?" Winters asked with a stern look.
"Yes, Madam Winters."
"Good," Winters replied, returning to her happy demeanor. "Now, please, if you would," she waved to his attire. Arching an eyebrow when she noted how loose his jeans were as he slid them down his legs. Equally intrigued by the lump she saw in his boxers before his hands covered his manhood once his shirt joined his pants on the floor. "Is something wrong, Drake? Are you uncomfortable?" Winters asked, wondering why his face was getting so red.
"N-no," Drake uttered, embarrassed that he had a hard-on in front of his new boss. However, this was the first time he's ever been in that state of undress in front of a woman before.
"You know it's okay if you've gotten aroused; no shame in that," Winters stated, flashing Drake a smile to ease his jitters. "I'm going to see it soon," she cooed; an alluring smile she had mastered from her years in the business appeared on her lips. She thought it was rather cute how he was blushing as he moved his hands away from his groin. "No, that can't be?!" Winters thought to herself as she gazed at the rather large and, from what she could discern, thick bulge. "What woman wouldn't want that?! Was that woman crazy?!" She kept herself from gawking when she told him to lose his boxers. She's seen some thick cocks in her life and long ones as well in her years in the industry. Yet she's never seen a cock as thick as Drake's as it stood pointing at her.
"Don't worry, Drake, as your Madam, it's my responsibility to see that you know everything there is to know about sex and how to give pleasure to a woman's body," Winters said sweetly as she walked out from behind her camera. "So, there's no need to be nervous. I know it's natural for your first time. It was the same with me when I was younger than you. I'm not sending you out there until I know you got the basics down pat. I might be an old bird..."� � � � � � � � � � � � �
"You're not old; you can't be anywhere over thirty-five," Drake cut in.
"Why, thank you, young man, but I will have you know I'm fifty-five-years young," Winters spoke, flashing him a smile as she led him towards the bed. She wouldn't deny that his compliment did boost her ego. Lowering herself down onto the edge of the bed and moving Drake to stand between her legs. Normally she wouldn't have done this, not until their blood work came back. Yet she saw the truth in his eyes that he had indeed never been with a woman before; no, she would have made the men wear condoms while she blew them. "It's okay if you don't last long, Drake; just warn me before you erupt, so I don't choke," she cooed up at him before her lush lips wrapped around the head of his rod. Feeling her jaw inching wider and wider as she sank down his length. Her dew began to gather rapidly as the fattest cock she's ever had in her mouth slid along her tongue. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Winters inquired as her hand stroked him off. Watching his elation play along his face as she sucked on his right nut to give her jaw time to relax.
"Mmmhmm."
"You know my husband likes watching me fuck," feeling his cock swell at her sultry words, "he likes watching me cream another man's cock. Would you like to make this pussy of mine all nice and creamy?" Winters asked, spreading her legs; her skirt rode up, revealing her light chocolate labia; the lights glinted off the dew that hung on her lips. Her neatly trimmed landing strip waited for Drake to run his nose through it as he tasted her sweet pussy.
"Y-yes," Drake stuttered, watching how her cheeks sunk in, the way her brown eyes peered up at him as she sucked him off like a pro.
"Good, I was hoping you would say that. Because tomorrow, you will arrive at my home and not leave it until I'm satisfied you know what you're doing with this fat thing you call a cock," Winters directed before beating his crown against her tongue.
"Shit?! I'm..." Drake's legs trembled as he blasted his load into his Madam's mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he groaned in pleasure at the sensation of her swallowing down his cum.
"Hmm... lasted longer than I thought you would," Winters mumbled as she rolled her tongue around, smacking her lips at the taste of his come. Pushing him back just a bit as she rose from her spot. "Relax, if you're nervous, the women will be too, take a breath and steady yourself. These aren't going anywhere," she said, shaking her 34DDs with her hands at him when she ordered him to undress her. "Look the woman in the eyes when you're taking off her clothes; always maintain eye contact." Teaching him how to act in the bedroom as Drake's fingers worked quickly to unbutton her blouse until she took hold of his hands. "Speed is important, but too much you appear too eager, too rushed, it makes the woman think you'll be the same in the bed. Too slow, and you'll appear disinterested. You need to find that balance," she stated in a teacherly voice as she showed him, then re-buttoned her shirt and had him unbutton it once again until she was satisfied.
"What do you think of my ass, Drake?" Winters asked from over her shoulder as her skirt fell to the floor as she stood in only her bra and crotchless panties.
"C-Can I touch it?" Drake asked, trying to sound confident like Francis had told him to be.
"Of course you can?" Winters purred; she did love virgins. They were so eager and always so ecstatic to simply touch any part of a woman's body. "So..."
"You sure you're fifty-five?" Drake asked as he rolled his Madam's ass cheeks in his hands. "This sure doesn't feel like a woman who's that old."
"Oh? Go on, tell me, why do you say that?" Winters mused, peering back at him, seeing how he was enjoying the view.
"It feels too firm, too kissable; I wonder if they do butt transplants; feels like a twenty-year-old's ass in my hand," Drake flirted.
"Why, thank you, Drake; you should always compliment your clients. If they feel good, you'll feel good, and ensure that there will be a next time," Winter stated, nevertheless, she was happy to hear his praise. She did work hard to maintain her figure, which wasn't easy given her age. "No, no, do it again, Drake, this time be faster about it," she directed as she re-clasped her bra. Making him do so another three times until she was sure he could take one off with ease. She knew the more he went on 'dates' the better he would get. "Now, Drake, remember the client's needs always come first. The blow job I gave you was so you didn't blow your load too quickly, so don't expect that to happen if the client pays for sex. Understand?" Winters stated as she positioned herself on the bed so she could teach him how to eat a woman's pussy. Smiling at him when all Drake could do was gaze down at her pretty little cunt as she spread her labia open.
Her wails gradually grew as she forced him to start over and over whenever he made a mistake when he was eating her out. By the end of the hour-long lesson, Winters was writhing on the bed, holding Drake's face against her pussy. Grinding her hips along his face as his tongue danced along her vulva. Her back arched; her breasts jostled at how he was toying with her clit with that tongue of his. So glad she didn't have to unteach him that stupid alphabet trick she's seen on the net and felt on her pussy a few times. It was too inconsistent, and women, when you're eating them out, likes consistency, especially when you have them on the ropes of an orgasm just like she was at that moment. "Oh fuck me!" Winters screamed out as her torrent of juices flooded her channel as she came hard on Drake's face. "Stop, stop, give me a minute," she panted, pushing Drake away from her oversensitive pussy. Her thighs quaked, her muscles spasmed, her fingers and toes twitched as her aftershocks racked her body. How she fucking loved it. She also loved seeing her juices covering a man's face like she noted they were clinging to Drake's skin.
"Now you just lay there and enjoy the ride; tomorrow, we'll work on your technique," Winters said; the slapping of his cock on her wet pussy was loud in the room. "You hear that, Drake? That's the sound of your virginity leaving," she purred before sinking down onto Drake's hard pole.
******
"So what changed? If you don't mind me asking," Samantha said, bringing Drake back to the present.
"Met a woman, taught me a lot of things," Drake said offhandedly.
"Like?!" Her face grew red hot when Drake gave her a rather sinful smile that had a number of his clients melting in their panties. "Oh?!" Samantha uttered, dropping her gaze, wondering why she was being so bashful. It wasn't like she hadn't had sex before, hadn't had guys coming on to her left and right since her breasts came in. "So, did you go anywhere on your Spring Break?" she asked, trying to direct her mind away from the thoughts that were running around in her head.
"No, I was studying abroad last year, plus I didn't really need to go anywhere."
"Why?" Samantha asked curiously.
"The house I was staying at was sitting on the edge of a nude beach in Italy, so I didn't see the point of traveling anywhere," Drake said with a coy smirk on his lips.
"No?!" Samantha gasped; she couldn't help it. Her eyes did run down Drake's body, picturing what he would look like nude. "How long were you in Italy?!" she asked, eager to hear his adventures since she doubted she would ever travel outside her own state in her lifetime.
"About a year and a half," Drake admitted.
"How was it? I always wondered what Italy would be like given what I've seen on TV."
"It wasn't too bad, although the tourists during their Spring Break were kind of obnoxious," Drake said truthfully.
"But I bet some of those women were following you back to your place," Samantha teased, feeling her nipples starting to harden.
"Guilty," Drake chuckled as he slowed his car down and turned into the coffee shop's parking lot.
"Was the Mediterranean as beautiful as I've imagined it would be?" Samantha asked as she walked around his car, hearing his 'Mmmhmm.' Looking down at his pocket when his cellphone went off.
"Sorry, have to take this; the boss is calling," Drake said apologetically when he saw his Madam's avatar in the caller ID. Seeing her nod in understanding before moving off to give him privacy. "Hey, I was about to call you since I haven't heard from you yet."
"I know; I planned it that way."
"Oh?"
"You're three years with me is almost up, Drake. Do you still want to be in this life?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Excellent; I was hoping you would say that." Feeling himself smiling at her warm tone, he's come to know so well. "When can you come in?"
"Say in two hours?"
"Make it 2:45. I have a meeting at two, don't know how long it will go."
"2:45 it is then," Drake nodded against his phone.
"Good, good, I know some ladies will be happy to hear you're still on my rolls," Winters said, her sweet, sultry voice filling his ear.
"I can imagine," Drake responded, smiling into his phone.
"Well, Drake, I'll see you then, don't be late."
"Never, ma'am, otherwise I'll have to kiss that beautiful backside of yours, although I might like that," Drake teased.
"I might make you do it anyway," Winters flirted.
"Well then, I best go get me the best Chapstick, so my lips are supple enough for that fine derriere. Would hate for Brian to question all those red marks along that silky skin of yours."
"I see your charm has grown since your time in Italy. I might just have to have a taste, just to update my files, you understand."
"Sure, sure, I get that. Is this for your personal file or HR's?" Drake asked with a devilish grin on his lips.
"Mine, of course." Drake felt his cock responding in that tone he hadn't heard since the night she had him fucking her all night long.
"Look forward to it."
"Oh, I know you will, Drake, I know you will. I'll see you this afternoon."
"Everything okay?" Samantha asked in a friendly tone, trying not to notice the bulge in Drake's pants. "Fuck, that thing has to be huge?!" she muttered to herself.
"Yeah, just have to head into the office later," Drake uttered as he pocketed his phone. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the shop's entrance. Noting how Samantha brushed her red hair behind her ear, her cheeks heated to a soft red hue as she turned towards the door and walked in.
Samantha felt every woman's eyes on her as she stood next to Drake as they waited in line. It felt like to her she was standing beside a movie star with the way he was garnering the attention of the women in the shop. Her body heated when she felt his light touch on the small of her back, gesturing for her to order first. Her gaze lifted when she was digging out enough cash to pay for her coffee from her purse when Drake lightly placed a hand over hers.
"My treat," Drake spoke with an alluring smile on his lips.
Mentally smacking herself to snap herself out of the trance she felt herself falling into as she stared into those eyes of his. Wondering where he learned to be so alluring and so charming that it made her mind go blank. It wasn't the first time she's met someone as captivating as Drake was or close to it, yet they quickly slipped out of it the moment they got down to what they wanted from her -- her pussy and nothing more. However, with Drake, she hadn't seen him slip out of that demeanor once. A new wave of heat flooded her mound as his fingertips lightly brushed along the back of her hand.
"Okay," Samantha said weakly. Groaning in her head at how she sounded like a girl who's never been around a man before. Then again, as she slyly looked at Drake as he placed his order, she wondered if that statement didn't hold a candle of truth to it. "Thank you," she uttered in a soft tone as he held her chair for her.
"My pleasure, so you wanted to talk," Drake spoke as he lowered himself down into his seat. It wasn't hard for him to note the eyes that were on him. Yet he had mastered the art of keeping his attention focused on the woman he was with, regardless if it was a date or not, still that didn't mean he didn't notice the looks. "What about?"
"Well," bashfully looking down at her hands as they waited for their order to arrive, "I'm not doing so well in my math classes, and I remembered how you excelled in them back in high school when I saw you at the club that night," wondering why that rose his eyebrows, "I was hoping that maybe you could tutor me. I'll pay you, of course, for your time," Samantha quickly said, reaching out and lightly touching his hands.
"You free in the mornings? That's about all the time I have free in the day since I work nights," Drake stated after some thought. Peering up, thanking the woman as she set his coffee down before him as well as slipping a piece of paper with her number into his left hand, urging him to call her.
"Would nine o'clock be a good time for you?" Samantha asked into her cup before taking a sip of her coffee.
"An hour for tutoring, yeah, that should work," Drake mused after a moment, knowing that would at least give him a few hours to nap if he had a 'date' that evening. "And you don't have to pay me."
"But I'll feel like I'm taking advantage of you," Samantha stated, setting her drink down.
"Maybe I want to be taken advantage of," Drake flirted, seeing how that took her by surprise for a moment and how red her face was getting as he leaned back in his seat.
"Drake?! Amico mio?! (My friend?!)," Drake looked around; a smile appeared on his lips at the sight of his old mentor and friend as Simon (Francis), his professional gigolo name, called out with his arms outstretched.
"Ciao, Simon, vedo che sei fuori o ti stai preparando per la sera? (Hello, Simon, I see that you are out or you are preparing for the evening?)" Drake responded in Italian, seeing his friend's smile widen at the sound of his homeland.
"In a few hours, and who's this lovely beauty that you have with you?" Simon asked, switching to English as he laid on the charm.
"Samantha, I like you to meet my friend Simon; Simon, this is Samantha; we used to go to high school together," Drake introduced the two, seeing how Samantha was stammering her words as Simon laid on his charm. Smirking into his cup as Samantha's eyes glanced at him when she had no idea what his friend had just said.
"Drake, tu, io, raddoppia, una notte, cosa dici? (Drake, you, me, doubles, one night, what do you say?)" Simon asked, switching to his professional voice.
"Ottieni l'approvazione di Madam Winters, ti sei procurato un uomo ala (Get Madam Winters' approval, you got yourself a wingman)," Drake whispered as he embraced Simon in a one arm hug.
"Eccellente?! I'll let the two of you get back to your conversation; please do forgive my intrusion," Simon uttered in a suave tone as he peered down at Samantha. "Ciao Drake," he spoke as he waved to his protégé.
"Who was that, and what did he say to me?!" Samantha whispered as she leaned over the table.
"That was my mentor; he's taught me a lot since I started working for my boss a few years ago. Are you sure you want to know what he said?" Drake asked with a coy smirk on his lips as Samantha vehemently nodded her head. "I'll have to whisper it in your ear then; it's not suitable for me to speak so lewdly in public," he said sinfully as he slid into the chair beside her. Listening to her increased breathing as he whispered the sensuous words his mentor had spoken to her.
"Please, excuse me for a moment," Samantha spoke, quickly getting up from her seat and hurriedly walking towards the store's female bathroom. Her chest heaved, her body quaked, and her nipples pressed hard against her bra as she eased two fingers into her mound as she sat in the bathroom stall. Toying with her wet, aroused pussy thinking what those two could do to her if she had them together. Imagining they each held her aloft as they thrusted their cocks into her. Her wails filling her mind, just thinking of what it would feel like being stuffed by the two of them as they drove her crazy with lust as she came over and over again on their hard cocks. Her hand flew to her mouth, her body convulsed as she came on her fingers. Feeling her clit twitching, wishing Drake's lips were wrapped around it as she relaxed, rubbing that little bud as she came down from her euphoric high. Blowing out a breath, she's never done that before; she's always been able to hold off until she got to the privacy of her home. Yet, with Drake and his friend Simon she just wanted to burst right there in front of everyone in the store.
"Did you see that guy?!" Samantha perked up at the sounds of the two women that had just walked into the bathroom.
"Which one?"
"The younger one, God, I just want to take a bite out of that taut ass?!"
"I know what you mean; just think about how those muscles would feel when you're riding him?! The older one was just as tasty!"
"Mmmhmm." Samantha heard the lust in the woman's hum. Jumping in startlement as a knock came on her stall door. "You almost done in there?"
"Just a second," Samantha squeaked out, quickly wiping her pussy dry. Her cheeks heated when she noted the wet spot on her panties before she eased them up her thighs. Flushing the toilet as her button was fastened, "Sorry for the wait," she said shyly as she eased past the older woman. Feeling her face heat as the woman's giggle followed her out after washing and drying her hands. "Sorry about that, Drake," Samantha apologized once she returned to her seat.
"Not a problem," Drake uttered, keeping the fact that she seemed flustered to himself. "So, what kind of math are you having problems with?"
"Algebra 2," Samantha said, a little ashamed of that fact.
"Ah, yeah, I can help you with that; it shouldn't take too long to get you caught up," Drake stated, knowing he had aced that course in his freshman year. "Do you need a lift home?" he asked once they left the coffee shop.
"If you don't mind, if I'm not going to be making you late for anything," Samantha said in a shy tone.
"Nah, got plenty of time," Drake replied, escorting her back to his car.
"Thanks, Drake; I really appreciate this," Samantha spoke as they sat in front of her parents' home.
"You're welcome." He was a little taken aback when she leaned over the console and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I mean it, you're really helping me out here; I'll see you tomorrow at nine?"
"I'll be here," Drake nodded, waving to her before pulling away.
Not seeing Samantha rushing into her home. Locking the door so no one would surprise her before racing to her bedroom and slamming the door behind her. Her clothes went flying. Her soaked panties peeled away from her mound as her legs pointed to the ceiling. Her sex filled the air; her dew glinted in the sunlight that danced along her wet mound as she yanked open the drawer of her nightstand. Hissing in pleasure as her dildo slid into her soaked pussy. Her whimpers filled her room as her hand thrusted that rubber phallus deep into her molten core as she daydreamed about Drake.
Chapter Two
Hours earlier...
Iliana stared lazily at her computer screen as the cursor blinked on the screen as it waited for her to input the data that was before her. However, her mind just couldn't let go of the events of this morning. Feeling her mound quivering as she remembered how Drake's tongue felt on her hot little peach. The way her nails dragged along his scalp as she writhed on his bed, howling in pleasure. Recounting how her 36D breasts jostled as she came on that experienced tongue of his. Her pleas to her son of don't stop, to make her pussy yearn for his touch. To make it so fucking wet that she would drown in her own juices. Giggling like a schoolgirl as she raced to her bathroom to shower before heading to work that morning. Hearing her son following after her in his powerful strides.
Yelping in surprise as Drake took her by her hips, spun her around, and forced her to her knees. Her eyes peered up at her son as he held onto the hair on the back of her head. Her tongue darted out as he teased her with that cock of his. Pulling away at the last second, causing her to whine before he fed her that fat rod of his. How she loved hearing his moans, the moans of the man she had fallen in love with as she pleasured that fat pole of his. So very happy that he gave her the chance to redeem herself for the horrible things she said to him over two years ago. Remembering how close she lost her mind in her sorrow for pushing away the man that had shown her through his actions that he truly loved her.
Feeling her nipples harden as her moans filled her bathroom, played out in her mind. Loving how that thick root of his stretched out her pussy like no one before him, not his brothers, not his father, nor any of the men she's been with before Mario. Hearing the wet slaps of her ass as her son pounded that hard tool into her eager pussy. Making it cream his cock like it has done ever since she finally made him hers. Feeling her folds clenching as she sat at her desk remembering the sensations of his cum erupting within her hot cunt. The way he would always gently fondle her breasts as she savored the orgasm he had given her. A loving smile formed on her lips as her mind replayed how Drake held her in the shower. Holding her like she was the only woman in his life when she knew now that her son was a gigolo. Not something she was happy to learn about, yet when Mario abandoned them and ran off with her sister Idin to south Asia, and how Drake stepped up not only giving her the money to afford a new water heater but also enough to save the home she loved. After all, it was the home she raised her three sweet boys in. The home she knew her love, her son, her man would always come home to. No matter who the woman he was with on any given evening, she knew he would come home to her, his cuckquean.
Her dark red hair spilled over her shoulders as she leaned forward. Picking up the frame of the picture she had taken of just the two of them while he was living in Italy when they had visited him for Christmas over six months ago.
Noting her smile in the reflection of the glass as her thumb brushed along her son's handsome face. Recounting the evening before Christmas and how she thought she had lost him. That was the moment she began to understand the pain she had caused her son when she screamed at him that afternoon when she had caught him masturbating with her panties. Although Drake no longer did such things, due to her stupid, foolish actions, she did miss finding his cum soiling her undergarments. While she knew he had to leave for New York in a few months to return to Cornell to begin his junior year there. She was just happy that she would be able to see her boy far more often now that he wouldn't be working so hard to land a spot to study abroad again. She had feared when they were in Italy that the place would lure her son into staying in that beautiful country. How her heart fluttered when Drake said: 'While it was nice, it wasn't home.' After finding out his little secret the same night they had arrived home, she had sought to make herself desirable for her son, just like he had done to get that drool-inducing body of his. Thanks to Franklin's and Aidyn's help, she had the body, and how she loved seeing that look on Drake's face when he arrived home in late April. Just the way those eyes of his gazed at her, with that same fire she had so stupidly harmed in her arrogance.
The night he finally became hers was so magical to her. The way he flirted with her throughout the night, engaging her mind as well as her body. The way he held her on the dance floor of that club. To how his hands, the hands of the man she loved, felt on her ass throughout the night. To how he ate her out in the back of Emma's car. She still got drenched just thinking how good her son's tongue felt. Blowing her son's image a kiss before she set the frame back down in its place of pride Looking at the time on her monitor, knowing she had seven more hours until she could be in her man's arms. She was going to miss the greetings of Drake's when he left for New York. She just hoped her twins would learn a thing or two from their younger brother. Blowing out a breath, knowing she had to get to work or she would never hear the end of it.
Her fingers moved along the keys. Her eyes scanned the page as she inputted the numbers into MS Excel. Stretching her arms as the hour passed, she placed her hands on her chair's armrest and pushed herself up. She needed coffee?! Granted, the coffee in the breakroom was nowhere near as good as the coffee she had learned to make for herself on the cappuccino machine her son had gotten her for Christmas. Still, it was caffeine, no matter how bad it was where you had to pour enough sugar into it to make it drinkable.
"So, who's the new guy?" came a voice she knew all too well.
"You're never going to find out," Iliana retorted with a coy smile on her lips as she peered back at her co-worker.
"Come on, Iliana, give me a hint?!" she pleaded as they both sauntered towards the break room. "You've been walking awfully strangely these past two months," she said, shooting Iliana a coy knowing smile.
"I should," Iliana uttered, sticking her chin in the air. "I am getting fucked by the fattest cock you'll ever find."
"No, really?!" she whispered, taking hold of her friend's arm. Her eyes grew wide at how thick Iliana displayed her new Beau to be. "Damn, girl, no wonder you can't walk straight," she teased, keeping her voice down.
"And his tongue," tossing her head back, groaning as she did as they entered the breakroom, "I haven't ever came so fast from oral in my life!"
"That good?"
"Oh, yeah, two minutes and I was cumming like a water fountain," Iliana said, shivering in bliss at the thought of it.
"Damn, now I'm fucking jealous?! Wish Ron would learn how to eat me that well," she pouted as she poured herself and Iliana a cup of coffee. Seeing Iliana wincing at the taste once she got it the way she liked it.
"Oh, he's so spoiled me," Iliana sighed.
"Huh?"
"He bought me my own cappuccino machine; this holds no candle to it," Iliana said, holding up her mug.
"Really?! But aren't those things expensive?" she asked in shock.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as she sipped her coffee as she and her friend sat down at one of the many tables in the break room.
"I might just have to come over sometime instead of wasting money at Starbucks if it's that good," she spoke, smiling into her cup.
"I know your game, Cybil; you just want to see my man naked," Iliana teased.
"Duh?!" Cybil giggled, causing her breast to jiggle in her blouse. "Plus, the coffee, too," she added, shooting her friend a smirk.
"Here, he likes to tease me when I'm at work," Iliana said, bringing up the picture of Drake's body from his chest downwards. Hearing Cybil gasp, noting how her eyes bulged out of their sockets as her son's cock stood erect.
"Holy fucking shit, that's a huge dick?!" Cybil hissed low, unable to take her eyes off the picture. "And you willingly leave it every morning?" she asked, shooting her friend a pointed look.
"Not by my own accord; if I didn't have to work, I would be riding that thing every second of the day," Iliana sighed dreamily before putting her phone away.
"I don't blame you," Cybil cooed with a sly grin on her lips. "If Ron had a cock that big, he wouldn't ever be leaving the bed," she said, getting a giggle out of both women.
"So, how's it going between you and him, by the way? Is the marriage counseling helping any?" Iliana asked as a concerned friend.
"Not really; it feels like Ron doesn't give a damn about us. That he's only going through the motions just to keep me happy but isn't putting in any effort to keep our marriage together," Cybil sighed sadly down into her cup. Flashing Iliana an equally sad smile when Iliana reached over and squeezed her hand.
"You know I'm here to talk if you need a shoulder to cry on," Iliana said in a warm tone.
"If I had half a mind, I'd get even with his cheating ass," Cybil growled.
"Maybe I can help you with that," Iliana uttered, wondering if her son would go for it.
"What do you mean?" Cybil asked, confused. Arching an eyebrow when Iliana pulled out her phone again.
"Do you want to know how stretched out this thing can make your pussy?" Iliana inquired with a devious smile on her lips as her screen displayed a close-up picture of Drake's cock. Seeing the lust instantly appearing in Cybil's eyes as she did.
"Yeah, what woman wouldn't?! But he's your boyfriend. I can't do that to you."
"Oh, you don't worry about a thing," Iliana stated, patting Cybil's hand. "Dante and I have an understanding between us," she said with a warm smile.
"You would be really okay if I have sex with him?" Cybil stammered; shock played along her face when Iliana nodded.
"As long as you keep it discrete, he won't have a problem with it... I think, hold on, let me ask," Iliana stated, bringing up her phone to her ear once she had dialed Drake's number.
"Hey, can't go five hours without thinking about me, huh?"
"Baby, you know I can't," Iliana whispered, feeling her cheeks heat. "Especially not after what we did in the bed, bathroom, and the shower this morning," she cooed, shifting in her seat, the corners of her lips lifting at the sinful tone he always spoke to her in. Seeing Cybil perking up at that as she watched on. "Honey, I have a question."
"Hmm?"
"You know that conference I have to go to next Monday?"
"Yeah, don't tell me you're going to need me to tag along to keep you company?"
"No, but if you want to, you can; you know I wouldn't mind it," Iliana said, feeling her face heating. "It'll just be us in a room; you can go about doing whatever you want when the conference is going on."
"Okay, why does this feel like there's more to it than just a trip?"
"Well... I have a friend, and her husband isn't treating her right..."
"I take it the man cheated?"
"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded against her phone. "I was thinking to keep anyone she knows from catching her, that you come with me, and we three can drive to Knoxville in the Audi since your BMW doesn't have the leg room for three people."
"And you offered me up?"
"Only if you're okay with it, Dante," Iliana stated, using his gigolo name so Cybil wouldn't know it was her son that was in that photo.
"I see; let me speak with her."
"Here, he wants to speak with you," Iliana said, holding out her phone to her friend, seeing how nervous Cybil was.
"Hello?" Cybil answered in a small voice.
"Ah, you sound like a very sweet woman." Cybil's eyes shot to Iliana as Drake's sinful voice came over the line, who just smirked at her. "So, I hear all isn't well on the home front."
"That's putting it mildly," Cybil grumbled.
"I take it the man hasn't touched you for some time?"
"Not as much as I would have liked after I forgave him for his cheating."
"But you haven't forgotten, have you?"
"No, I can never forget what I walked in on," Cybil stated firmly.
"Can you handle me? I'd rather not hurt you; you sound too sweet for me to do that to a troubled woman." Cybil felt her face grow flush; she had never heard a man sound so... sinful when he wasn't even trying to flirt with her. "Do you plan on staying with this man?"
"I don't know; he doesn't appear to want to fight for our marriage," Cybil released a little sniffle as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I see; a man shouldn't make a woman cry when she's doing her best to hold it together. You know this might officially end your marriage if you do this?"
"Then that's on him; he's the one who cheated on me. First, I have to set this right, or I'm always going to wonder," Cybil stated, gaining some of her strength back.
"As long as you're aware of the consequences."
"I am; if this ends our marriage, then so be it," Cybil stated, setting her resolve. "I am going to have that dick of yours inside of me one way or another, you hear?!" she flirted.
"Oh, are you sure you're going to be able to do anything other than howl in bliss when I'm between your legs?"
"I-I-I..." Cybil's thought trailed off as she pictured what it would be like to cum in less than two minutes. To finally feel someone that knew what they were doing down there like she knew her husband enjoyed when she went down on him.
"Hmm... already speechless, and I haven't done anything yet; interesting?" Drake flirted. "How rough do you want me to be? I know you have to go to that conference. I can ensure you will have a very hard time staying on your feet." Iliana grinned at the little moan that got out of her friend. Taking a sip of her coffee, noting how aroused her friend was getting, glancing down at how her thighs rubbed together like hers always did when she spoke to her son.
"I want it hard; I want to feel you for days?!" Cybil finally managed to say.
"I can do that; it was a pleasure speaking with you."
"Y-you, too." Cybil's voice trembled as she fought not to give into the thoughts that were swirling around her head. "Here, he wants to speak to you," she said, fighting herself not to cum in her company's breakroom. Pulling out her phone when she heard it ding. Her eyes flew wide at the picture of her man's cock on her phone that Iliana had just sent her.
"Yes, Dante?" Iliana cooed as she brought her phone back to her ear.
"How long is this conference?"
"A day and a half, we should be back well before four in the afternoon on Tuesday, so you shouldn't be out of work for too long," Iliana stated, knowing while yes, she was going to get him to cuckquean her again, yet it was the fact they would be on their first out of town trip together. How she couldn't wait for it!
"You want pork cutlets tonight?"
"Are you making asparagus and risotto with it?" Iliana asked, remembering the first meal they had together after she had said those words to him.
"I was thinking along those lines."
"Then yes, I would love that."
"Okay, well, I'll let you go, have fun at work."
"I'll be counting the seconds," Iliana uttered in a dreamy tone, blowing her son a kiss over the line before ending the call, seeing Cybil texting someone as she returned her phone to her pocket. � � � � � � � � � � � � �
"Look, the ass thinks I'm bluffing," Cybil huffed, showing Iliana her husband's text.
"Show him," Iliana urged her friend on. Peering over, watching her friend type out her text that read: 'Listen here you lazy, no good, two-timing ass, you see that cock, I am going to fuck that cock. You won't know when, you won't know where, but I will have that cock deep inside of me. How long were you fucking that bitch on my bed, huh?! How long have you been stepping out on me?! If you can't deal with it, then pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house?! I'll have my attorney serve your ass the divorce papers I've had him sitting on in a fucking heartbeat, you cheating bastard?!'� � � � � � � � � � � � �
Iliana chuckled when she read his frantic reply begging her not to do this. Grinning evilly at her friend's response: 'Do you think I want a fat, cheating husband who can't keep his dick in his pants where it fucking belongs?! Do you think I want to be treated like nothing more than your fucking maid, whose only purpose in your fucking eyes is to fetch your next fucking beer! Huh! Do you?! No! I didn't marry your sorry ass just so I can wait on you hand and foot! I'm your wife! Not your god damn fucking servant! Now, if you want to salvage this marriage, then I suggest you pull your fucking head out of your ass and work at saving the very thing you fucking broke in the first place, or you can say goodbye to most of your money. Your choice.' Seeing her friend's smile beginning to form on her lips as Iliana lightly bumped Cybil's shoulder.
"So, he cooks for you as well as making you walk bowlegged?" Cybil asked as they walked out of the breakroom.
"Oh yes, and God, it's fucking fantastic!"
******
It was around three-thirty in the afternoon as Iliana held her pencil between her upper lip and her nose as she looked for the balance report that was meant to be with the data sheets that were handed to her. Grumbling in her mind when the young man who handed her the file failed to add it in.
"Hello, Iliana." Her head snapped to her right, her pencil fell from its resting position as her jaw dropped, and her eyes grew wide at the sight of her cunt of a sister. "You're looking well for a divorced woman," Idin spoke in a condescending tone. "How's living in an apartment going for you?"
"Wouldn't know; how's being nothing but a whore for my loser of an ex-husband going for you?" Iliana shot back as her temper rose. "How was losing most of your savings when you ran off to Asia with a deadbeat?" Smiling cruelly at how Idin scowled and her eyebrow twitched. "What the fuck are you doing here anyway, huh? Thought you were supposed to be in Asia, living it up with your so-called soulmate," she uttered, putting on a display.
"Mario got promoted; we've been here for a few months. But I'm not here to catch up; we've been so happy now that we don't have to hide anymore. No, Mario sent me here to discuss selling the house..." Arching an eyebrow when her sister madly laughed in her seat. "Iliana, I would have thought you would like to get out from underwater trying to keep that place afloat?" Idin asked, confused.
"Listen here bitch, I'm only going to say this once, so when I'm done. I want you to scurry that bony ass of yours back to that faithless cunt of yours and tell him I'm not selling the house. The house is in good standing, and like fuck I'm going to give that bastard a dime since he hasn't made a single alimony payment yet. I wonder if he thought it wise to come back to the states when he's nearly a hundred grand in the hole to me when I can have his ass locked up for failing to follow a court order," Iliana hissed, her hate for the both of them burnt into her sister's hide. � � � � � � � � � � � � �
"How can you even afford the house?!"
"Unlike you, cunt," getting to her feet, displaying the body she had worked for, for her man, seeing her sister's shocked eyes at the weight she had lost, "I have a good, decent man. You, on the other hand, have nothing but a two-bit loser who had to run off to Asia to escape my wrath. Now," her fingertips pressed down on her desk as she leaned forward, "I suggest you get your boney ass out of my sight before I stab you in the eye with a hot soldering iron," Iliana growled as her green eyes held a murderous light in them.
"You..."
"Does it look like I'm joking, Idin?" Iliana hissed.
"This isn't over?!" Idin shouted as she raced towards the elevators. "We'll get Drake on our side; at least he's not a degenerate!" Idin yelled in fright as Iliana tossed her stapler at her head, only to be saved as it struck the elevator's metal doors as they rolled closed in time. Feeling her cheeks heat as her co-workers held up sheets of paper with a score of her throw written upon them. Looking down when her cellphone vibrated on her desk, seeing Franklin's caller ID on the screen.
"Hey, honey, what'cha doing?" Iliana answered, trying to sound upbeat.
"Mom... are you sitting down?" Arching an eyebrow at her son's worried tone.
"I am now; what's wrong?"
"Dad's back."
"I know. Did he come by the house?"
"Yeah, Aydin chased him off, though."
"What did he want?"
"To see Drake and only Drake."
"Did he?" Iliana asked, her heart hammered in her fear.
"No, Drake's been gone for a while now."
"What do you mean, he's been gone for a while? I just talked to him a few hours ago?!" Iliana inquired; her eyes darted back and forth, wondering where her son could have gone.
"He left a note for us when we were with Mrs. Rothberg."
"And what were you doing with Emma?" Iliana uttered, keeping her smile contained at how happy her son sounded.
"You know, things." Her hand cupped her mouth at how innocent her eldest son sounded. "He left a note saying he was going to go to a coffee shop with someone and he would be right back. But that was around noonish, and he hasn't returned."
"Have you tried his cell?"
"It... hold on, Aydin is getting a call; it's Drake." A sigh of relief escaped her lips at the news of her son's safety. "Seems his boss called him, and he had to go into the office -- do gigolos have bosses or offices for that matter?!" She couldn't help herself. She did chuckle at that question.
"Damn, I haven't heard Drake sound that cold in a long time." Iliana heard Aydian's voice coming over the line. Hearing Franklin's phone being passed to his brother. "Mom?"
"What is it, honey?"
"Drake told me to tell you if you got home before he did..." Her eyes instinctively shot up when she heard the elevator doors rolling open.
"No need, Aydin; I'm looking at your brother as we speak. I'll see you at home," Iliana stated, ending their call. Stepping out of her cubicle, their eyes met one another's, her feet propelled her towards her son as he held out his arms to her. Crashing into her boy, feeling those strong arms of his wrapping around her, burying her face into his neck. Pressing him tightly against her as she trembled at the uncertainty before her. She blushed madly as Drake led her to her breakroom by her hand. Feeling her pussy throb as his cologne filled her nose, a sense of pride swelled in her heart at how every straight woman and a few of the men in her office were gawking at her son. Namely Cybil.
"Dante?!" Cybil called out, noting how he turned his head toward her voice. Watching how the lights played along his red highlights. "I hope we have an excellent time in Knoxville," she said, running her eyes lewdly down his body. She couldn't wait to be on top of him.
"Your husband is a fucking idiot," Drake stated, getting his first look at Cybil, who was a slightly petite woman.
"Oh, you won't get any argument from me," Cybil stated, flashing him a smile. "Take care of her," she said in a caring, friendly tone.
"I had planned on it," Drake nodded before leading his mother into the breakroom.
"Oh, he's so going to destroy my pussy," Cybil sighed in lust.
"Da..."
"I know; Idin stopped by a few minutes ago," Iliana cut him off as she dabbed her eyes before she snuggled back up to her son's chest.
"What did she want?" Drake asked, leaning against the counter, gently rubbing his mother's back. Trying not to get hard when she pressed those heavenly orbs into his chest that've held him enthralled for so many years. Even at forty-one, he still thought his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he's met quite a few of them in his line of work.
"He wants me to sign off on selling the house," Iliana said, feeling her worry slipping away as she stood in her son's arms.
"Can he do that?!"
"No, we both signed onto the mortgage when we bought the house before Franklin was born. So, he can't sell it without my agreement. But he can take me to court over it; I don't want to lose it. It's where I raised my babies, where I finally got to have you," Iliana cooed as she stared up into her son's eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll..."
"We'll think of something; we're a team; I'm not going to let you shoulder this alone. I'm your woman, and as such, I will stand by you no matter what," Iliana whispered before her lips claimed his. How their velvety goodness seemed to set her world right as her tongue rolled within her son's mouth. Her hands squeezed his arms as she rose onto her toes as his hands took hold of her ass. "I love kissing you," she said breathlessly as she pulled away.
"Iliana, I know you're upset; I've been through a few divorces myself, so I get the grief an ex can bring about. But I need you to return to your desk," her boss said in a kind tone as he stood in the doorway of the breakroom. "Although I have to admit, you do have one hell of an arm on you."
'Sorry, Mr. Rademaker, I'll head right there," Iliana apologized. "Come on, I'll walk you to the elevator."
"And I am sorry for the trouble you're going through," he said before heading back to his office.
"He seems nice," Drake said in a kind tone.
"He is; remember when you had strep throat?" Iliana asked, smiling bashfully at him as her hand slipped into his.
"Yeah?"
"He's the one that gave me the extra days off when it took a turn for the worse." Stopping in their tracks when Cybil rushed into the room.
"Please, can I touch them? Sorry, I know you're upset, but I just have to know," Cybil stated, casting Iliana an apologetic look.
"Touch what?"
"Your stomach," Cybil said, her cheeks heating as she did.
"You mean this stomach?" Drake asked with a coy smirk as he lifted his shirt, displaying his abs which he had worked so hard for. Hearing her rumbling purr as her right hand lavished on his muscles. Arching an eyebrow, she took a picture of her hand on his stomach. Then glancing down when she caressed his manhood. "That's not my stomach."
"True, but it is the hard muscle I want," Cybil uttered in a wanton purr. "Thanks, this is so going to make that bastard jealous?!" she giggled as she ran back to her desk, her sandy brown hair swayed each and every way.
"Her husband," Iliana offered as she escorted him out of the room. "I'll see you at home, baby," she purred before getting a light peck on his lips in. Her mouth watered as her hands moved down his hard chest as she backed away.
"Remember, dinner, six sharp, wear something nice," Drake teased as he stepped backwards into the cab of the elevator. "Hey," stopping his mother's advance to return to her seat, "love you." Seeing her eyes lighting up, her smile spreading along her lips as the doors rolled closed.
******
Iliana was dancing in her seat as she pulled her car to a stop in their driveway when she got home from work that evening. For the last hour, she was the talk of the office, well, namely, Drake was, at least among the women and the few gay men. What really made her day was hearing those two words as he left. How her heart was on cloud nine as she walked back to her desk. Humming as she walked towards her front door. Wondering if Drake had to work tonight, she knew he's been putting in a lot of late nights recently.
"Babies, I..." Her breath hung frozen in her throat as music, not just any music, the same song that was playing in the club that night. She felt her tongue licking her upper lip on instinct as she watched her son rolling his hips and how his abs moved along his stomach as he showed off his bare chest. Her purse and car keys fell from her hands. A sultry light burned in her eyes as he beckoned her to join him.
"Damn, look at Mom go," Aydin whistled as he and Franklin watched how their mother ground against Drake.
"Drake, I thought you couldn't dance?" Franklin stated.
"Paid a stripper to show me a couple of moves; the rest I picked up on my own," Drake answered, resting his hands on his mother's hips as she rolled her ass against his groin.
"Baby," Iliana whispered in want as she guided Drake's hand beneath her skirt. Her fingertips danced down her cheek, down her neck as the pads of his fingers teased her covered labia. Yelping in surprise when the song ended. "Drake!" she shouted out in shock as he put her over his shoulder and carried her off towards the kitchen. "Put me down, you animal?!" Iliana laughed madly as her hand beat against his back. "Drake!" she gasped when she felt the sting on her ass. "Don't you dare spank..." Biting her lower lip to contain her moan as her left ass cheek felt that familiar sting. "What's gotten into you?!" Hearing the air rushing out of the old cushion of that lined the top of the stool as Drake sat her down upon it.
"Got the night off," Drake said as his shirt slid down his chest.
"What?! Really?" Iliana asked in genuine surprise.
"Mmmhmm," Drake hummed as he fetched the ingredients for the breading for the cutlets.
"Does that mean we can have a romantic night in?" Iliana inquired in a bashful tone as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Oh? You sure you want a romantic evening?" Drake teased.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded vigorously her answer.
"Hey, if you two want the living room, Aydin and I can make ourselves scarce," Franklin said, walking into the kitchen to get him and Aydin another beer.
"You boys wouldn't mind?" Iliana asked in a motherly tone.
"Of course not, Mom; we can watch the game upstairs while the two of you make out on the couch, right bro?" Franklin asked with a taunting smirk on his lips as he nudged his little brother. Handing Drake the wine bottle he and his mother had been drinking on as Drake got two glasses out. He knew his mother enjoyed sharing a glass of wine with Drake when she got home from work.
"I don't know, Frank, with that look in her eye, who knows what might happen," Drake flirted as he handed his mother her glass.
"Oh, you just might get mauled if you're lucky," Iliana cooed into her glass.
"So, what're ya making Drake?" Franklin asked, popping the top of his can of beer.
"Pork cutlets, risotto, and asparagus," Drake said factually.
"Bro, don't be messing with me?!" Aydin spoke, appearing instantly in the kitchen's doorway that led to the living room.
"Am I missing something?" Franklin asked at a loss.
"You were away at camp when he first made it, and damn was it good," Aydin stated, shaking his head when Franklin gave him a look wondering if he was fucking with him.
"Mind getting the electric skillet out, Frank?" Drake spoke as he mixed the egg and milk together. "You don't mind lending a hand, do you?" he asked, flashing his mother a smile.
"Of course not, baby, you know I love spending time with you," Iliana said; her heart fluttered as she sank into that passion-filled light she saw in his eyes.
"Where you want this?" Moving around his mother when Drake nodded to the space beside his mother. "So, Drake, why wine and not beer?" Franklin asked, moving the cappuccino machine out of the way slightly to plug the electric skillet into the outlet.
"Already told you, you'd be amazed at what a good red will open," Drake stated, flashing his mother a seductive smile. Watching how her cheeks heated as she smiled down into her glass.
"Yeah, but none of the women we know drink wine," Aydin spoke, joining in on the conversation.
"Ah, see, you didn't specify what kind of women we're talking about," Drake said, handing his mother a fork before he bathed the pork in the milk and egg mixture. "Beer is fine for them; they're more interested in a more physical release. Now take the women I 'date' they tend to like a more sophisticated man. It's easy to get a woman our age aroused, a few simple words, a smile here and there, a touch there," he stated as he breaded the cutlets. "Now a mature, worldly woman, like Mom, for example," seeing color rushing to her face as she became the center of his discussion, "isn't going to be fooled by such platitudes they've heard it all before, most likely thousands of times." To this, Iliana nodded along as the skillet sizzled when Drake began to lay the cutlets into it. "So, you have to engage their minds as well as their bodies if you hope to get anywhere with them. Trust me, if you do, well... I think you can guess what will happen," Drake uttered sinfully, watching how his mother's breathing began to quicken.
"Show us, it's easy to say something; let's see you put it into practice," Franklin taunted, remembering what Aydin had told him about the woman he and their mother saw that night they had followed Drake to some playhouse. Seeing how Drake quickly washed and dried his hands.
"You know something?" Drake spoke, slipping into his charming persona.
"What?" Iliana quipped before taking a sip of her wine to hide how her hand was trembling. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Her nostrils flared; gooseflesh raced along her skin as Drake's thumb brushed along the back of her hand as he leaned on the counter. Feeling herself being drawn into his gaze, the way those eyes of his stayed on her, conveying the unsaid words that danced in his eyes.
"Remember when it was just you and me standing out on the beach, watching the sun set over the Mediterranean, the way you were snuggled up in my peacoat to stave off the chill," Drake spoke in a soft alluring tone. Making his mother believe that they were the only two within that room.
"Yeah."
"I thought you were the most beautiful woman as those rays bathed you in their light. Then again, I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Drake." His name left her lips in a breathless whisper. "Do you really mean that? Even with all those women you've been with?"
"No one compares to you, Iliana," Drake spoke truthfully.
"You're just saying that," Iliana uttered bashfully.
"Never, Iliana, I wouldn't dare lie to you; otherwise, I would do you and the world an injustice."
"Oh, baby, you don't know how long I've wanted to hear those words," Iliana uttered in a husky voice as she leaned forward to fill the gap.
"That so?"
"Mmmhmm, so all this time, when you're on your 'dates' I'm on your mind?" Iliana asked in a dreamy voice once she had flipped the cutlets.
"You're always on my mind, Iliana."
"Oh my," Iliana whispered, feeling her heart doing somersaults in her chest as she lost herself in those pools of blue-green. "Tell me, what do you think about me?" she asked in a heated whisper as she inched closer to his lips.
"The way your eyes light up whenever you walk into a room. The way your lips beckon me as they curve into a smile," seeing his mother's eyes quiver as his thumb lightly brushed along her lower lip, "the way you took care of us when we all knew the troubles you were going through. How strong you are to hold it together when your world was falling apart," Drake said in a loving tone as his fingers lightly brushed along his mother's left cheek. Feeling her fingers weaving through his hair as her hand pulled him into her. Their lips melded together as their passion filled the room.
"I love you too, Drake," Iliana whispered as her lips left his. "That boys is how you woo an older woman," she stated, never taking her eyes off her son as he leaned back and grabbed two pots.
"We'll leave you two love birds alone," Franklin said, smiling at his mother, seeing the happiness in her eyes as they followed Drake around. "I'm happy, you're happy, Mom," he whispered into her ear before placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks, baby," Iliana whispered as she caressed the left side of Franklin's face.
"You did get enough for two servings, didn't you?" Aydin asked, his nose wiggling at the scents that were filling the room.
"Yeah, my boys are growing after all," Drake teased, remembering how he had them call him daddy for the flat screen they so wanted.
"Whatever, goof," Aydin said, rolling his eyes before fist-bumping his brother, turning and rejoining his brother out in the living room.
"May I have this dance?" Drake spoke, after placing the plate with the cutlets in the oven to keep warm, in a loving tone as he held out his hand as Elvis Presley's 'Always on my mind' began to play.
How Iliana was adrift on a cloud as her son led her around their kitchen. The way his body moved against hers. To how he held her, not in a dominating way, yet she felt his strength and love in those light caresses before her arms slipped around him. Just dancing in place as she rested her head against his chest. Enjoying the feeling of just the two of them within their own little world, that was until the shrill ring of Drake's phone brought them back.
"Drake, I thought you said you were off tonight?!" Iliana pouted, annoyed at having her blissful moment with her man interrupted.
"I am," Drake answered, looking oddly at the number on his screen.
"Then who is it?"
"Don't have a clue, Mom," Drake mumbled as he brought his phone up to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hello, son." Iliana watched how Drake's jaw clenched,, and how his muscles grew tense.
"Oh, hello... Dad. Hold on," muting the mike, "can you watch the stove while I go deal with this?" Drake asked, seeing his mother nod. "Stir the rice every five minutes, so it doesn't burn."
"Yes, honey," Iliana uttered with a smile on her lips. Humming in contentment as she stepped up to the stove as the back door closed behind Drake.
"Alright, what is it?" Drake said once he had unmuted his phone.
"Drake, is that any way to speak to your father?"
"It is how I speak to the man that left Mom destitute, the man that ran off to some fucking place because you weren't man enough to take care of your responsibilities."
"She was cheating on me?!"
"Like you were cheating on her for ten years with Aunt Idin? Please, it's no damn comparison. If you weren't in love with Mom anymore then why didn't you just divorce her, huh? Why did you two string along your spouses for so long, huh? Nah, you two didn't love them; I doubt you two know what that word even means. So why are you calling? You didn't care enough for three years; why now?"
"Drake, listen, I know I dropped the ball. Didn't handle it as well as I should have; for that, I am sorry, son. I didn't mean for our divorce to cause splash back on you. Yet I was hoping you could help me into talking your mother into selling the house."
"Why? Why do you care? You nearly caused Mom to go into foreclosure if I hadn't stepped up to take over the house's expenses," Drake said in a deadpan voice.
"Drake? What are you talking about?"
"Who do you think has been paying the mortgage? The bills, the upkeep on the house, huh? I know it wasn't you, that's for sure. So no, I am not selling my house, we clear?" Drake stated in a firm tone. "You just want to hurt Mom; I'm not letting that happen so you and Aunt Idin can laugh at her expense wherever you're living now."
"W-what?! How can you be paying a thirteen-hundred-dollar mortgage?!"
"I have a job, you know," Drake intoned, rolling his eyes. "So if you continue this pursuit of trying to get Mom to sell this place, I will sue you for every cent I spent to keep this place up to date that you should have been handling, which, if I'm not correct, was a part of the divorce settlement. I wonder how the courts are going to take that news. Not well, I would think."
"You wouldn't?!"
"I will if you push me, Dad. This isn't your house anymore. You abandoned it the moment you and Aunt Idin fled to Asia. So, you have no claim to what happens to this property. I would think you should be more worried about if Idin can't keep her legs closed while you're off somewhere," Drake said coldly.
"Now listen here, Drake, you don't talk about her like that!" Mario spat.
"Yeah, yeah," brushing his nails on his shirt, rather bored with the conversation, "then you keep her away from Mom along with yourself, mmmkay? Now is that all? I'm cooking dinner?"
"When did you learn to cook?"
"What do you think was going to happen when you abandoned your family? That we all would just sit on our asses waiting for the Great Mario's return? Hardly," Drake sneered. "Even Frank and Aydin have been pulling their weight around the place. More so than I've ever seen you do even when you lived here. But that's okay, this isn't your house anymore, maybe it never was, who knows with you. So, now, are we done?"
"No, we are not; I get you're angry with me, Drake. But it had to be done, son. It was the only way I could get the Vice President spot."
"Well, I'm glad you thought the VP was worth leaving your family behind for, although we've done quite well in your absence."
"So, it appears, Drake, so it appears. Anyway, I was hoping we could invite you over to our new place for dinner one night. In hopes to smooth any feathers you have with our situation."
"Uh-huh, I have to check my schedule; I'm a rather busy man."
"You're not even twenty-one yet; how can you be so busy?"
"Oh, you know, all work and no play, that sort of thing," Drake said vaguely.
"What about Friday night, six o'clock? Do you think you'll have time in your 'busy' schedule to have dinner with your father and your stepmother?"
"Hold on, let me check," Drake spoke as he opened his calendar app on his phone. Seeing how he didn't have a 'date' until nine that night. "Alright, I can do six, but I have to leave at seven, so I can get home in time to get ready for work."
"Why don't you just bring your work clothes with you, son. We don't have a problem with giving you the privacy you need to get ready. Plus, we have something we want to share with you. Don't tell your brothers; they'd rather diddle their mother than be my sons." Drake wore a wicked smile, wondering how his father liked being cuckolded by his own sons. Wondering if his male pride couldn't handle having his sons taking what he thought belonged to him.
"Alright," Drake said plainly, pondering what his father and Aunt Idin were plotting. He knew they had to have something brewing in their heads. Otherwise, why were they trying to get him against his mother.
"Excellent?! I'm glad to hear it, Drake; I know Idin is eager to see you as well. We'll see you Friday at six. It's good to hear your voice, son. I'll let you get back to your dinner. Goodnight." Drake pressed his lips together as the line went dead. Turning around, seeing how happy his mother was as she worked over the stove. Wondering if he should tell her what was going on. He didn't want to put a damper on this night. Blowing out a breath, reaching for the door handle, entering his house, wondering if he could somehow get his father's name stripped from the mortgage and the deed. Pondering how much that would cost him, then again, if it was for his mother, he truly didn't mind if he went broke.
"So, what did he want?" Iliana asked in a hard tone.
"To get me to talk you into selling the house," Drake said, closing the door behind him. The corners of his lips lifted at the sound of his mother's snort. "Also, he wants me to come over Friday night for dinner." Watching her head snap over to him as those words left his lips.
"Please, Drake, please, tell me you didn't agree to go," Iliana pleaded with him.
"Really don't want to, yet Dad said he had something he wanted to tell me. Think I should go, not because I want to, just to find out what the both of them are planning," Drake stated, trying to ease his mother's fears.
"You sure that's all you're going there for?" Iliana asked; her lip trembled, hoping he wouldn't fall for his father's lies.
"You think I'm going to fall for his bull?" Holding out his arms to his mother, who quickly rushed to fill their space. "Not going to happen; I'm not about to allow them to hurt you, not again," Drake said sternly, yet his arms wrapped protectively around Iliana.
"My sweet boy, so strong," Iliana sighed in happiness as she held his face in her hands. "Come, I think the rice is almost done," she said, taking hold of Drake's hand and dragging him towards the stove. "What do you think? Does it look done to you?"
"Looks perfect, Mom," Drake said, lightly rubbing his mother's back. Feeling her cheek heat beneath his kiss.
"I'll get the boys; you make sure I'm sitting beside you," Iliana said in a sweet tone as her fingers traced along Drake's own.
"Aydin, you're not supposed to enjoy it," Franklin chided at the look that was playing along his twin brother's face.
"But it's so good," Aydin moaned as he savored his bite.
Drake just smirked smugly at his brother's groan as Franklin couldn't refute his brother's words. His thumb brushed along his mother's knuckles as she held his left hand. Seeing that sensuous smile on her lips as her green eyes glinted in the light as her lips wrapped around the prongs of her fork. Watching how the grains of rice exploded on her tongue.
"Shall we adjourn to the living room?" Iliana cooed as she led her son into the living room while her twins cleaned up the kitchen. "Do you know how much I've been looking forward to this all day?" she asked in a sultry tone. Her skirt rode up as she straddled her son's lap. Feeling her mound heating as his hands ran along the back of her thighs.
"Oh, what about?" Drake asked with a knowing smirk.
"You know what I mean, baby," Iliana uttered in a sweet, cute tone. "To have you to myself," she said with a smile on her lips. Her hands ran up his chest, loving how his muscles felt beneath her touch. So very glad they put that hurt behind them and allowed their feelings to finally allow their words to reach each other's hearts.
"I see, I see, and now that you have me all to yourself, what's the plan?" Drake asked, watching how his mother bit her lower lip as his hands came to rest on her ass, displaying her black, lacy, sexy thong to the room.
"Well," her eyes lit up in hunger, her love filled her lips with longing as she rested her arms along Drake's strong shoulders, "I was thinking," reaching behind her and slipping off her shoes, landing in a light thump on the floor beside her son's feet. "We watch a sweet little love story while we have this rather large TV all to ourselves," Iliana said in a wanton tone. Her taunting smile held Drake enthralled as she began to unbutton her blouse down to the third button, allowing her breasts to get some much-needed air. "Then a little cuddling while it's on, some light making out with the most beautiful woman you know," hearing his light chuckle escape his lips, knowing she just couldn't resist, "then I was thinking," she purred, leaning forward. "Taking you upstairs, finishing what we started this morning, what'cha think?" Iliana asked, staring into his eyes as her lips were a hair's breadth away from his.
"Think I like that idea," Drake spoke before claiming his mother's lips as his own.
Chapter Three
Wednesday morning found Drake staring up at the law office of May & McKinney, PLLC. The conversation he'd had with his mother earlier this morning as they laid in bed in each other's arms. Listening to her worry that his father wasn't done pushing for her to sign off on the sale of their home. What he had stated to himself earlier, he would spend every cent he had to make his mother feel safe. He had stopped by the agency yesterday to speak with the lawyer his Madam employs in case one of her gigolos or escorts got pinched by the police. Hoping the 'adverse possession' the woman told him about would keep his father off his mother's back. He would only go that route if his father didn't accept the offer his mother had finally agreed to go along with. Only to get his father finally out of her life.
Blowing out a breath, reaching for the brass handle of the front door. His crisp dark blue suit reflected in the glass door. Tugging on the lapels of his jacket, nodding to the people he passed as he headed towards the elevators where once, he found the floor where the law office was located. The law office the lawyer at the agency had sent him to. His leather binder tapped against his legs that contained payments that he had made when he had taken them over when his father failed to maintain his obligations. In some ways, he had to thank his father for abandoning them for his aunt. If he hadn't done that then he couldn't have shown his mother that he could take care of her, to show her that he could become the man of the house.
Hearing the voices that filled the air as he entered the offices of May & McKinney, PLLC. The ringing of telephones filled the air as he approached the front desk. Noticing how the woman was straightening her hair, her shirt, putting on her best smile as he neared.
"Welcome to May & McKinney law office; how can I help you?" the receptionist greeted in an alluring voice. Wondering if Drake was a new intern or a new lawyer joining the firm. Pondering if her days would be filled with her moaning.
"Hello," Drake uttered in a covetous tone. "I have an appointment with a Mrs. Turner."
"Oh? And can I please have your name?" she inquired, hiding her interest in the man standing before her.
"Drake Lucian," he said in a sly tone.
"If you'll have a seat, I'll let Mrs. Turner know you're here," she said, gesturing to the seats that lined the wall.
"Thank you."
"Mr. Lucian?" a well-dressed woman said as she appeared at the side of the receptionist's desk after a five-minute wait.
"Yes," Drake answered, getting to his feet.
"Please, will you follow me? I'm Mary Turner, by the way," she greeted, holding out her hand to him.
"Drake Lucian," he replied, feeling the softness of her hand as they shook.
"So, Mr. Lucian, what can I do for you?" Mary asked, gesturing for him to take the seat before her desk when they got to her office. "I see, and your father abandoned the house, he and your mother used to share, for the last three years and has since been living somewhere in Asia with his mistress. Did I get that right?"
"Yes," Drake nodded once he told her what's been happening.
"And now he wants your mother to sell it?"
"That's right."
"But you've been paying the mortgage, the property taxes, and the upkeep on the house, is that right?" Mary stated as she leaned back in her chair. "Has your mother lived anywhere else during that time?"
"No, ma'am."
"Hmm, I believe we can get the house switched over to your name under the adverse possession clause in the state's property law; you do have proof that you're the one making the payments on the house, correct?" Mary asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Yes, I have the paperwork right here," Drake said, opening up his leather binder, glad his mother saved all the statements. Watching the woman pulling out a calculator, punching in the numbers adding up the amount of money he's paid that totaled close to fifty thousand dollars minus the twelve grand for the property tax for the three years he's taken over the payments.
"So, you've nearly spent seventy thousand dollars on the property," Mary mused.
"Something like that," Drake nodded.
"And how would you like for me to proceed, Mr. Lucian?" Mary asked, wondering how a man who appeared in his early twenties could afford seventy thousand dollars. "I'm happy to create the contract for you stating what you've asked of me. Yet there is the matter of my retainer."
"How much?" Drake asked, crossing his legs.
"Three thousand," Mary said factually.
"You take debit?" Drake inquired with a warm smile.
"We do," Mary said, returning his smile. "Let me just go run this, Mr. Lucian. It will only take a minute."
Drake was texting his mother when Mrs. Turner returned. Taking his card back from her, signing the receipt she had placed on her desk. The two of them talked for another thirty minutes, detailing what he wanted stated within the contract in signing over the house to him. Thanking the woman for seeing him and for her time as they shook once again. Telling him to come back tomorrow and she would have the forms ready and notarized for when he picked them up.
******
Friday, Garden Hills, ten minutes prior to six that night...
Drake should have known his father would have moved into that gated community. He did remember how his father was flashing around his money whenever he could. Mario put more stock in the reputation of his job and the money he made from it than he did in his own family. Greeting the female guard at the gatehouse who stood before the barred entrance and exit of the place. Chatting away with her comfortably given the numerous times he's been to the community. So, he was well-known to the security personnel who manned the gatehouse. Seeing the wide smile on the woman's lips as he inquired about her children. He knew the woman wanted him to step out of his car, enter her shack, bend her over the counter and take her there. However, he never would, she was happily married, and while he might sleep around with married women, those women were in loveless marriages. Their husbands had long since stopped caring what they did. Plus, he knew the woman would never step out on her husband. There was nothing wrong with a little fantasizing; Drake certainly didn't mind if he was a part of her daydream.
"I hope you enjoy your visit, Mr. Cole," the woman winked as she handed back his ID. She knew what he was; they all knew what he was; you'd have to be blind not to notice how many times he's left with a different woman from the place whenever one of them paid for his services.
"Not likely," Drake muttered, seeing the confused look on her face. "Visiting my father, we don't get along all that well."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she said in a sweet tone as she lightly touched his forearm. "I hope it won't be too stressful for you. I hear Mrs. Rottingham has a big date tonight," she uttered with a wink as she stepped back into her booth. "Enjoy your visit to Garden Hills, Mr. Cole," she stated before pressing the button to open the gate.
"One can only hope," Drake replied with a coy smile as the gate rolled open. "Hope your son's team wins tomorrow," he said with a wave before pulling his BMW through the gate. He didn't need to rely on Google Maps; with the amount of time he's spent there, he knew the layout of the community by heart. Seeing his father's house nearing, debating on whether or not to park in their drive or on the street, seeing how he would have to leave his car behind when his driver picked him up for his 'date' for that evening. Seeing how the woman's house was further in, where the more wealthy lived. Pulling along the curb, raising his roof, rolling up his windows, and popping his trunk before shutting his car off.
"Drake, is that you?" Drake breathed hard, keeping his emotions from his face when he was still looking down into his trunk when he heard his father's voice.
"Yeah, Dad, it's me," Drake responded as he straightened out and turned towards his father.
"Just look at you?!" Mario stated with a wide smile on his lips, taking hold of his son's shoulders. "Knew you would take after me; you got your looks from me after all," he said with a cocky smile on his lips.
Drake kept his huff contained when his father hugged him forcibly. He couldn't say his father didn't love him; he could easily see it in his father's eyes as Mario studied the man he's turned into. Putting on his professional face so his father wouldn't see how he loathed how he's treated his mother.
"Are these your work clothes?" Mario asked, looking down into the trunk. Not voicing that he knew how much the car cost his son. He too had looked at one, yet Idin had overruled him when it wasn't a suitable car for their two-year-old daughter.
"Yeah," Drake answered as he plucked the garment bag that held his rather high-priced black Italian suit, one of many he had bought during his stay in Italy. Along with a small carry-on bag that came with the luggage he had bought for his trip abroad, that contained the items he needed to appear and smell nice for his date is one of the top ten wealthiest women in the city for that evening. Being in her late sixties, the woman wasn't interested in sex; she just wanted someone to talk to during the evening that knew what they were talking about during whatever event she had been invited to.
"Well, come on, Idin should have dinner ready any moment now," Mario stated in a cheery tone, clamping his hand on his son's right shoulder. Feeling the strength in it, keeping his pleased smirk from his face. Glad that his son wasn't that skinny boy any longer. "Nice car. Did you just get it?" he asked as he escorted his son towards his house.
"Yeah, after I gave Mom the Audi to drive," Drake stated, not hiding the smirk on his lips when his father's head snapped over to him.
"And what was wrong with her car?"
"Nothing, but Franklin's truck threw a rod, so she gave him and Aydin her car to drive to college while driving my Audi A6 while I was in New York. So, I let her keep the Audi when I bought this one. It's a much more reliable car than her old one. But you know all about that," Drake said, keeping his accusing tone from his words.
"And what were you doing in New York?" Mario asked with a pointed look.
"Got accepted into Cornell," Drake said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Oh?! You did?! Congratulations, son, that's a very fine school to go to." It wasn't hard for Drake to hear the pride in his father's voice. "Idin?! Our dinner guest has arrived!" Mario called out the moment they walked into the house.
"Oh? I was starting to get worried." Idin's voice could be heard from within their kitchen.
"Mom?! Regan needs to go to the potty!" Drake arched an eyebrow when that sounded so much like his cousin Becky whom he hadn't seen since the fallout of the divorce.
"So, take your sister to the bathroom," Idin chided. "She knows what to do," she said as her footsteps could be heard drawing near. Her eyes went wide, her gasp was loud in the quiet entranceway. "Drake, is that you?" Idin asked in a skeptical tone. Her eyes couldn't stop as they just stared at how his t-shirt clung to his chest.
"Yeah, it's me," Drake answered, keeping his tone neutral. He knew it wouldn't do him any good to get either of them riled up with what he was going to hand them. No, he needs them to agree to his terms. If he had to play nice to get his father to sign so he could give his mother peace of mind, then so be it.
"I hardly recognize you," Idin said with a warm smile on her lips. "It's so good to see you again," she said as she hugged him. Running her hands down his arms, feeling how much he's changed since the last time the two of them saw each other. "Mario, why don't you show Drake where he can place his things while I go put dinner on the table," Idin spoke in a sweet, caring tone as she stared at her husband.
"Come on, I'll show you to the room you can use. I was hoping if you ever want to come over, that this would be your room if you wanted to stay the night. I know how you and your brothers never got along on the worst days," Mario said from over his shoulder as he led his son down the hall, repeating what he knew to be true three years ago.
Drake wasn't going to correct him either. He didn't see the need to. What was happening in his house no longer concerned his father or his aunt. Hearing voices from behind the closed door to the bathroom as they passed it before his father gestured for him to enter the stale, unoccupied room.
"Don't go anywhere," Drake said in a commanding tone when his father started to leave. Seeing that puzzled look on his father's face when he's never heard him speak in such a manner before. "Here," handing his father the two options he had, the lawyer he had paid wrote out for him, "look them over; you're getting off rather lightly, I would think, given Mom could throw you in jail at this moment. I'll give you a week to have your lawyer look them over; either way, you are not getting my house; we clear on that," he stated in a firm tone.
"Why would you want such a dump when you could live here with us?" Mario asked, confused.
"Because I wish to, and it's my home, the home I had to save because you wouldn't fulfill your obligations you agreed to in the divorce settlement."
"And is this even legal?" Mario asked with a pointed look.
"It is; I had a lawyer draw them up."
"Okay, son, let me go over them; I'll give you an answer by then," Mario muttered, giving the legal papers a quick read. Keeping his smile from his lips when he noticed how Iliana would relinquish her alimony and forgo legal action against him if he transferred his name on the deed and his name on the mortgage to Drake. Oh, he was going to sign, that was for sure, yet first, he had to know if it would hold up in court if his ex-wife thought to come after him for more money now that he was Vice President. He had no idea why Drake wanted such a rundown home for, yet if his son wanted to sink money into the place to keep a roof over his mother's head, while he admired that, he still thought it was a foolish decision. "Come, Idin should have dinner on the table by now," he said, lightly smacking his son's arm with the papers before walking out of the room.
"Let's go eat, Regan." Drake heard a voice say as the bathroom door opened. Stopping in his tracks when a dark-haired toddler jumped out. Arching an eyebrow as she was wiggling in place with a wide smile on her face as she peered into the bathroom. Then his eyes fell onto his cousin as Becky stepped out. Seeing the shock on her face as the two of them stared at one another.
"How long have you known?" Drake asked in an accusing tone, noting the oriental-influenced garb she was wearing. Telling him, she was either with them when they moved to Asia or was in contact with them during the past three years. Scowling when she took hold of Regan's hand and quickly walked off. Wondering if they had lied about when their affair had begun. Seeing far too much of his father in his cousin. If she was really his cousin and not his half-sister.
"What'cha just standing there for?" Idin asked when she stepped out of the kitchen. "Come on, dinner's ready," she said, keeping her wicked smile from her lips. Knowing she was going to lure Drake away from her sister. It was only fair given how she had gotten their parents to disown her, or that's what she thought Iliana had done. In truth, her parents did that on their own. Not that Idin would ever accept that. Noticing how attractive Drake has become over the years as he ran his hand through his hair as he started to move towards the dining room.
"Drake, I know this might come to you as a surprise, but I want you to meet your baby sisters," Mario stated when his son stood in the doorway. Placing his hands on Becky's right shoulder and on the top of Regan's head when he stood behind him. Noting how Becky couldn't look Drake in the face as his eyes ran over his daughters. "I know, I know what you're thinking, Drake. But they are your half-sisters."
"I see," Drake spoke in a monotone voice.
"And you're always welcome to visit anytime you want, Drake," Idin said, coming up to his side. "Now, you sit right there," she spoke, pushing Drake down into the chair that sat across from Becky. "There, see, you look like you belong here," Idin cooed in a sweet tone as her hands lingered on his shoulders.
"So, Drake, how's Cornell treating you?" Mario asked as he carved up the prime rib. Making silly faces at Regan as he did, who was giggling madly in her highchair.
"Fine, I guess, haven't been there in a year and a half," Drake said, passing the potatoes after he had gotten a spoonful of them.
"Why? Your father and I would be disappointed if you dropped out," Idin said in a motherly tone, with Mario nodding along.
"Been studying abroad for the past year and a half," Drake said factually, seeing his father's head snapping up.
"I've heard it's very hard to get selected for one of those," Mario stated, dishing out his, Idin's, Becky's, and lastly, Drake's portion of the prime rib.
"It was," Drake agreed.
"And just where were you studying?" Idin asked curiously.
"Italy."
"For a year and a half?!" Becky uttered in shock. "Wow," she whispered when he nodded as she passed the gravy. Tickling her little sister to distract her from the question he had asked of her only moments ago.
"That must have been very exciting for you, Drake," Idin said, resting her hand on his left forearm. "Wish I could have done that when I was in college. I was always jealous of those who got to see the world when we all know how poor college students are." Arching an eyebrow, wondering why Drake had a smirk on his lips.
"So, Drake, what line of work are you in?" Mario asked, sitting down in his seat.
"Entertainment," Drake uttered, hoping the hours went by quickly.
"Is that how you afforded that car?" Mario asked in a questioning, fatherly tone.
"Yeah."
"What car?" Idin asked, confused.
"You remember the BMW I was looking at?"
"Of course, but it's not practical with a family of four," Idin stated, thinking he was going to bring that fight up again.
"Drake bought one and an Audi," Mario whispered low, so only his wife would hear as he watched Regan feeding herself.
"What?!"
"I know; we'll speak later about this," Mario said, noting how Drake ignored their conversation.
"What's the address of this place?" Drake muttered as he read the text from Sandy, ensuring that he was at the place he had told her about before she got the limo ready for tonight. Texting Sandy the address, reading her response stating she would be there at eight-thirty to pick him up before heading to the client's home. "My car will be fine if I leave it there for a few hours tonight?" he asked, looking pointedly at his father.
"Yes, of course, it will, Drake; why do you ask?" Mario asked, rather confused by his son's question.
"My ride will be here at eight-thirty to take me to work," Drake stated before going back to his meal.
"But you have your own car; what would you need a ride for?" Idin inquired, perplexed. Keeping her frustration under control when Drake remained mute. Blowing out a breath in her mind, pondering if he was still upset with how Mario handled the divorce. She knew Jake didn't take it very well either, especially when she had told him that Becky wasn't his real daughter, but Mario's; not that she told him that. She knew she lied to her sister about how long their affair had been going. No one needed to know who Becky's father was at that time. Now she knew Drake would tell Iliana the moment he went home for the evening. Not that she cared, she knew that would just drive the knife deeper into her sister's heart. Savoring the wails of her sister in her mind as she thought about how Iliana would react to the news. No matter who this new man she had, whoever it was, she knew the man would never accomplish what her Mario had.
"Drake?" Becky uttered softly; she'd been avoiding looking him in the eyes all through dinner. Just to keep from seeing that accusing look he had in his eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Could you help me put together my application for college? I know I won't graduate until next year because most of my credits from China won't transfer to the high school here. Yet Mom and Dad said I should have that ready before Christmas," Becky spoke, knowing it was going to be hard forming a sibling relationship with him along with Franklin and Aydin. She wondered if they even remembered her. She couldn't blame them for being upset. She was too when her mother told her the truth when she was twelve when her mother was very upset with Jake one night. Her mother had sworn her to secrecy. Yet how could she tell the three of them that she was their sister? She knew they wouldn't believe her at the time, and they would only shut her out. They might still do that, not that she could stop them from doing such a thing. Nevertheless, if they couldn't accept her as their sister, then she would continue on as she has been for the past three years; helping to take care of her little sister.
"Don't think I'll be here when that happens," Drake said factually. Feeling the tension in the air, pondering if they thought this night was going how they thought it would.
"Oh," Becky muttered in defeat, "because you'll be back in New York when I do?"
"Don't worry, honey, your Dad and I will help you; we have filled out applications before," Idin said, trying to cheer up her daughter. "Maybe Drake will have some time before he leaves for his college to help you fill a few of them out," she spoke, glancing out of the corner of her eye as Drake remained silent on the matter.
"Drake, why don't you help me, and Becky clear the table while your father gives Regan her bath," Idin said in a motherly voice once their meal was over. "Don't forget her duck, honey," she called after him as Mario headed off to the bathroom.
"Never, dear," Mario chuckled, recounting the fits Regan put up when they had forgotten to place the duck in the bath with her.
"I hope you enjoyed dinner, Drake," Idin spoke in a sweet tone as he, along with her daughter, carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen.
"It was good," Drake lied; it was nowhere near his mother's quality of cooking.
"I'm glad to hear it," Idin stated with a warm smile on her lips. Turning her head towards the front of the house when she heard a knock coming upon it. Arching an eyebrow when Becky quickly walked towards it. Smiling at her daughter's back when she greeted the new friends she has made when they moved in three months ago in April. "So, Drake, what are you studying at Cornell?" she asked, handing him the dishes that contained the remains of the potatoes and carrots.
"Architecture," Drake answered in a matter-of-fact tone when he reentered the dining room. Stopping in his tracks when he had three teenagers gawking at him from behind Becky's back.
"Oh, that sounds like a rather interesting field to study; maybe I'll be seeing your name on a building someday," Idin said, flashing Drake a smile.
"Mom, would it be all right if my friends and I hung out in my room?" Becky asked, hearing the murmuring behind her. Wondering what they were talking about and what they meant by 'that's him'.
"Sure, honey, I'm sure your brother doesn't mind, do you, Drake?" Seeing him shrugging his shoulders as he plucked the last of the silverware from the table.
******
"Oh. My. God. Even up close, he's gorgeous," the petite brunette groaned in lust when Becky shut the door once they all were within her room.
"I know?! I thought Mom was joking when she was bragging to her friends," the light blonde teenager sighed as she sank down in Becky's desk chair.
"I thought he was just a rumor; you know something to irk the others around here," the cute black teen said as she bounced lightly on Becky's bed when she sat on the edge of it.
"What are the three of you talking about?" Becky asked, very, very confused.
"Don't you know?" the brunette asked with a pointed look. Sharing looks with her friends, noting how lost Becky was. "You sure you want to know, especially about your brother?"
"Not if it's disgusting," Becky muttered as she crossed her arms.
"Well, if what the rumors about him that're circling around are true, then your brother knows how to fuck," Mikaela said, giggling from her spot on the bed.
"And he has muscles that just go on and on if what my mother says was true," Janet sighed from Becky's desk chair.
"And his dick..."
"Okay, I don't need to know about that," Becky said, cutting Amina off with a wave.
"Why not?" Amina teased. "Don't you want to know how big his tool is?" she asked, causing the other two to giggle in lust.
"Not really," Becky muttered low.
"So, why didn't you tell us you were his sister?"
"And how would I know he was the talk of the community?" Becky asked with a pointed look from her bed when she joined Mikaela on it.
"Is he like moving in here with you?" Amina asked, very eager to see what the whole hubbub was about that surrounded him.
"No, I doubt he ever will," Becky uttered with a shake of her head.
"Why?" Janet asked, intrigued.
"Family issues," Becky stated low.
"But isn't he your brother?" Mikaela asked, peering over at Becky.
"Half-brother," Becky whispered.
"Oh? Who cheated?" Amina inquired.
"I'd rather not get into that, okay?" Becky spoke, casting Amina a look to drop it. Seeing her raising her hands in surrender, backing off the subject.
"But he will be coming over, right?" Janet queried, wondering if he would be partaking in the pool they have outback.
"I don't know, maybe; what's the fascination with Drake?"
"Other than the fact the rumor is that he's the best pussy eater around," Amina nodded when Becky looked at her oddly, "he's got the fattest cock you'll ever find, and he knows how to use it."
"Ew?!" Becky uttered in revulsion.
"Hey, I want to see if he can actually eat a woman out in two minutes for her to cum like Old Faithful, or that's what I've heard my mother say about him."
"You three are demented?!" Becky uttered with a shake of her head.
"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," Amina teased with a coy smile on her lips. "You wouldn't mind if I use your bathroom, would you?"
"No, go ahead; you know where it is," Becky said with a friendly smile. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" she asked, looking at Janet and Mikaela
******
Amina peered into the kitchen. She didn't have to pee. She just wanted to see the man up close. Maybe even talk to him a bit, just so she could rub it in her mother's face. Since she knew she's been dying to get another date with him since he's been back. She knew her mother had been somewhat miserable over the past year and a half. Although, if she thought back, there was a point over a year ago, a few days before Christmas, when her mother was rather happy. Wearing this far-off look that even her father noticed was out of place. Watching how he was helping to dry the dishes while Becky's mother was washing them.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Lucian?" Amina spoke as she stepped into the kitchen.
"Yes? Oh, hello, Amina; what can I do for you?" Idin asked, smiling at her daughter's friend.
"You wouldn't mind if I had a glass of water, would you?" Amina inquired, feeling her pussy heating when her grey eyes ran down Drake's chest when he turned to peer at her.
"Of course not, dear; help yourself," Idin stated in a friendly tone. Pleased that Becky was fitting in with the kids in the neighborhood.
"Hi, I'm Amina, Amina Curttail," she introduced herself, wondering if he would remember her mother's last name if he even knew it. When she saw the light going off in his eyes as his hand slid into hers, then she knew that he did.
"Drake," he greeted.
"So, you're Becky's brother," Amina uttered, stepping closer to him.
"So I'm told," Drake said, noting how Idin appeared to make herself busy.
"You didn't know?"
"No, I didn't."
"Oh, that's... I can't know how you're even feeling right now," Amina said, fighting herself from reaching out and touching his chest. Just to see if it was as hard as it appeared to be. "If you ever need to talk, I'm a good listener." Feeling herself just losing herself within those eyes of his as she stared up into them.
"Oh? That so?"
"Mmmhmm," Amina hummed as she nodded. "I know your parents just moved in, and I'm a good friend to have if you need one," she cooed in a bashful tone.
"I see," Drake said; it wasn't hard for him to tell she was interested in him. The way she stared at his pecs and biceps when he crossed his arms when he leaned back against the counter was a good indicator. "I don't know; you sure you can deliver?" he asked in a rather sinful flirt. Seeing how Idin's right eye glared at him from the corner of it. Personally, he didn't care what she thought of him. His opinion of her was so low at that point her objections were moot.
"You won't know until you try," Amina retorted with her own flirt. "Well, I should be getting back to Becky and the others; it was a pleasure in meeting you, Dante," she said, mouthing the last word, seeing his eyebrow raising when she did.
"Forgetting something?" Drake called after her when she neared the door.
"No, I got what I came for," Amina cooed as she peered back at him. Her eyes falling on his groin before she slipped out into the hallway.
"She's a little young, don't you think?" Idin stated in a disapproving voice.
Drake said nothing, returning back to his task so he could kill what time he had left. Wishing the hour and twenty minutes he had left would fly by as he put away the dishes.
******
"And just where did you go?" Mikaela asked with a knowing grin.
"God, that man's voice is just sin incarnate?!" Amina stated, drooling at the images that were swimming in her mind.
"Did you try anything?" Janet asked in a curious tone.
"Can we please not talk about my brother like he's some sex god?!" Becky groaned.
"But he is! No use in denying the truth, Beck, but you're right; we shouldn't be making you feel uncomfortable with this. Sorry about that, but God, he's just so... yummy," Amina stated, going back to her drooling. "Other than flirting with him, no, your mom was standing beside him. Otherwise, I would've copped a feel."
"Ugh?!" Becky groaned.
"So, Becky, do you know what your brother likes to do for fun?"
"No, we haven't seen each other in three years," Becky said, shaking her head. "I don't know if we'll be spending a lot of time together before he goes back to New York." Wondering why that got a smile out of Amina, it was rather strange to hear and see how much Drake had changed from that skinny boy whose brothers constantly teased him.
"What if we have like a small pool party?" Janet spoke, sitting up in her seat.
"Huh?"
"Think about it, Becky; you want to spend some time with your brother, right?" Janet uttered, seeing the lights going off in the other two girls' eyes as they quickly caught on.
"And what better way to get him used to the place than to invite him to hang out in a non-formal setting. It has to be upsetting to him, finding out he has a sister after all this time," Amina mused, seeing Becky drop her chin when she put it out there that she knew the reason for his discomfort. "So, we'll help to get the two of you talking, and maybe he'll come over more often if he feels like he's welcomed here instead of feeling the outsider."
"You sure this just isn't your way of seeing my brother in nothing but a bathing suit?" Becky asked in an accusing tone.
"Duh?!" the three girls chuckled.
"Maybe I can sneak him off for a little..." Amina's voice trailed off as her tongue poked her cheek. Getting giggles out of Janet and Mikaela and an eye roll from Becky.
"God, I didn't know you three were some horny bitches," Becky taunted.
"Girl, when's the last time you've seen anyone look the way your brother does? That's not on TV or in porn?" Mikaela asked with a questioning look.
"So, when is he leaving?" Janet asked, wondering if they would be able to catch him when they got back from the movie they had chosen to go see that evening.
"Said something about going to work at 8:30; why?" Becky sighed when she saw the looks in her friend's eyes.
"What's that?" Mikaela asked when they heard the sound of something striking something.
"Oh, that's most likely Dad playing pool," Becky stated once she heard the sound. "He and Mom normally play a game to unwind while Regan plays in her pen before her bedtime."
"You think your brother is with them?" Janet asked, eager to be around him.
"Knowing Dad, probably," Becky nodded. "Okay, let's go," she sighed, seeing the looks on their faces.
"So, what's your plan once you're out of college?" Becky heard her father's voice as they neared the game room he and her mother used to unwind after a long day.
"Join an architecture firm."
"Oh? Is that what you're studying?"
"Yeah."
"If you need help, I know a few people."
"It's fine; I got it covered."
"Yeah, because he knows more highly influential people than your dad does," Janet snickered low, getting a soft chuckle out of Amina and Mikaela. Seeing how Becky was eyeing her when they neared the room. Noticing how she wanted to ask her what she meant by that.
"Well, you know, if you need it, I'll be happy to help."
"Hello, girls; Idin told me we had visitors," Mario greeted with a warm smile. Knowing he had to be polite to the daughters of people in a whole other class above him and his family. Hoping that playing nice would get them to be able to rub elbows with the more wealthy people that lived within the community.
"Hello, Mr. & Mrs. Lucian," the three of them greeted.
"Dad, you wouldn't mind if we watch you two play, would you?" Becky asked, slyly noting how Drake was standing by Regan's playpen as he and her sister stared at one another.
"Of course not, honey. What do you say, son, feel like going up against your old man in the next game?" Mario asked with a cocky grin.
"Sure."
"You shouldn't have done that; your father's very good," Idin boasted.
"We'll see." Their eyes fell upon him when Drake's cell phone rang. "Have to take this," Drake muttered, seeing their nods before he stepped out of the room.
"Give him time, Mario; this can't be easy on him," Idin said in a loving tone.
"Thought he'd be ecstatic that we're back," Mario uttered.
"I know, honey, I know. It couldn't have been easy for him. I got the feeling he wasn't expecting to hear or see you again."
"Yeah, that's my fault," Mario grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. "What did you think of the offer?"
"Let's give him what he wants; maybe that will curry favor with him. Plus, we weren't expecting to get a lot of money out of that house. Who knows what Iliana has done to it or how far she's allowed it to fall into disrepair, and with those two, I don't see them taking care of the place? Drake maybe since he's the one covering the bills. But he's only here a few times in the year. No telling how bad it looks inside of it," Idin mused as Mario lined up his shot.
"True, they weren't known for taking good care of anything. Iliana..."
"Keep my mother off of your lips," Drake said coldly, noticing how Becky's friends were looking at her as he stood in the doorway. Seeing the worried looks on their faces wondering how much he heard.
"I didn't mean anything by it, son," Mario stated, trying to save face. Hearing Drake's irritation when his cellphone went off once again.
"Told you I'd talk to you about it later. You can try. Yeah, I am; yeah, you might not win right now. No. Not till sometime after one. Alright. Later." Mario cast his wife a glance as they listened to one side of Drake's conversation.
"Drake, you know we were only thinking about your welfare," Idin said, seeing that look in his eyes when they flickered over to her, telling her he didn't believe a word.
"Keep plotting against my family; you'll see a side of me you don't want to see, we clear?" Drake stated, his gaze boring into the two of them before reading the text from his Madam.
"Drake, you wouldn't; you're not that kind of person," Idin uttered, arching an eyebrow at his 'Hmpf.'
"People change a lot in three years when you two turn tail and flee to China of all places," Drake spoke, walking around them and the pool table towards the rows of seats that lined the wall. Arching an eyebrow when the blonde beside him released a soft moan when he sat down beside her.
"I'm Janet," she introduced herself as her hand shook as she held it out to him.
"Drake," he greeted. "Relax, I don't bite much," Drake stated in a friendly flirt. Watching how rapidly the teenager's face lit up.
"Drake, their high school girls, don't you think that's..."
"We're eighteen, Mr. Lucian," Mikaela interrupted, seeing him raising his hands in surrender. "So, what's your favorite thing to do?"
"Umm... now that would be inappropriate to answer," Drake said, arching an eyebrow at how the three of them were reacting.
"At least you have some manners in that head of yours," Mario mumbled before taking his shot.
"Did you hear about the party they're holding on the twentieth?" Amina asked, peering around her friends. Wondering if he would be attending, if so, with who, and if she could somehow sneak him off somewhere to get a taste of the goods.
"Umm... this month?" Drake uttered, confused; his schedule has been so hectic since he returned near the end of April. He couldn't remember if he had a 'date' on that day or not. Hence why his calendar was always full of appointments so he could keep them straight. Seeing Amina nod when he pulled his phone out. Nearly smacking himself in the forehead for not thinking of it. It had completely slipped his mind. How could he have forgotten, he's gone to it for the past two years, and this year it seemed to be no different when he noted who had hired his services on that day. "Seems so," he admitted.
"Maybe, I'll see you there?" Amina said she was going to make sure she caught his eye.
"You might," Drake nodded.
"What's this party you're talking about?" Mario asked, at a loss of what they were speaking about and why his son would be going to it.
"Oh, it's just this little thing that's been going on here ever since I've lived here," Mikaela stated with a warm smile.
"But what's Drake doing going to it?" Idin asked in an accusing tone.
"That's my business," Drake said coldly. Looking oddly at Janet when she whispered into his ear. Arching an eyebrow when she placed her hand on his thigh. If he had to guess, the girl nearly came right then. If it wasn't for his father sinking his shot, he had no idea what Janet would have done the longer she sat there beside him.
"Let's see what you got, son," Mario shot Drake a taunting smirk as he and Idin pulled out the balls for a game of 9-ball. Watching Drake pick up the cue ball when he won the coin flip. "I think I just got hustled," Mario whispered to his wife when Drake sank the nine ball on the break. Seeing Idin nodding in agreement, also noticing how she peered at his son like he was doing, not seeing the boy they once knew. Watching how Drake pulled out his phone when his alarm went off as the hour reached seven-fifty.
"Mind if I use your shower?" Drake asked, peering at his father.
"Ask Becky; it's her bathroom," Mario said, waving to his daughter.
"No, I don't mind, Drake. This is your home too; you don't have to ask me," Becky said, trying to build a rapport with him. "There's shampoo in the shower if you need it."
"Thanks, but brought my own," Drake uttered as he walked out of the room.
"Well, this is going to be harder than I thought," Mario stated, blowing out a breath. Feeling his wife's hand on his back as she rubbed it.
"All we can do is take it one day at a time," Idin cooed in a loving tone. Arching an eyebrow when she watched how Becky's friends dragged her out of the room. "I think Drake's got some trouble on the horizon," she giggled lightly.
"Got to say, that's not what I remember of my boy. Who knew he'd become such a player," Mario said, laying his cue onto the pool table.
"Well, he got his looks from his father, so it's only natural," Idin purred as she snuggled up to her husband. Smiling at Mario, who was doing the same when Regan wanted her own cuddles as she stood in her playpen with her arms outstretched towards them.
******
Drake was staring at himself in the mirror as his razor ran through his shaving cream. While he had shaved that morning, his client always insisted on the man she hired to be freshly shaven. As his Madam had always told him, unless it was truly out there, then he was to adhere to their quirks. Humming along with the 69 eyes 'Rosary Blue' as his YouTube channel played. Water dripped off his chin as his face filled the mirror's reflection once again. Recounting the day he had arrived back home from his stay in Italy. Remembering how he had thought he had pushed his mother too far as she left on her date. The image of his mother standing in that red silk slip dress as she stood on their porch with Emma beside her caused his cock to awaken. What could he say? His mother was breathtaking in that dress, and she knew it!
His toothbrush moved through his mouth as he shook his hips to the music. He always had a to-go bag packed and ready to go if the need arose if he would be staying the night with one of his clients. Sliding his toothbrush back into its container, wiping down his small shampoo and conditioner bottles before he placed them back into his toiletry bag. Pulling out his hair gel jar, noting the time, he had a little less than twenty minutes to finish getting ready. Styling his hair how he normally did when he went out with one of his 'dates.'
Frowning when he noted how low he was on his small can of dry cologne he uses. Smelling the citrus and cedar as he rubbed it into his arms, neck, chest, and his groin area. Wiping his hands clean, zipping up his toiletry bag, and refastening his towel to his waist before he headed towards the door. Keeping his interest hidden when all three teenagers were leaning against the wall in front of the door.
"Ladies," Drake nodded to them as he moved past them. Not seeing the hungry looks they levied at him -- namely, his towel-covered ass.
"You three done ogling my brother?" Becky hissed low from her bedroom doorway. Rolling her eyes when they shook their heads that they so weren't. "Well, come on; we'll be late if we don't leave now for that movie." Stopping at Drake's closed door, while he might be upset with the news that their father had dropped on him, he was still her brother. She wanted to say goodbye before they took off, knowing he wouldn't be there when they got back. "Drake?" she uttered softly as she lightly knocked on his door.
"Yeah?"
"Can I come in for a minute?" Becky asked, feeling her friends pressing in on her back.
"One sec... alright, you can come in," Drake called out once he had slid his pants on.
"I know tonight was rough; I'm sorry about that. I know you're probably upset, and you have every right to be, but I really do hope we can be brother and sister," Becky said, keeping her eyes on his face and not his bare chest. Noticing how his cologne filled the air. "I know you want me to answer the question you asked earlier, but I fear you'd hate me if I do. I'm sorry, I just can't; I don't want to lose my brother when you just learned you have a sister," she uttered, dropping her chin to her chest. Rushing up to him, hugging him tightly, whispering 'I'm sorry' before running out of the room.
"Bye, Drake, have fun tonight," Janet and Mikaela said in a dreamy voice as they waved at him from the doorway before following after Becky.
Drake watched Amina saunter into the room. Swaying her hips as she did, "I'm a little jealous you let my mother fuck this hard body of yours," Amina cooed as she ran her finger up Drake's hard chest. Taking Drake by surprise as she kissed him out of the blue. Her light moan filled his mouth as he palmed her ass. Seeing how aroused she was as she pulled away. Noting how her nipples pressed against her t-shirt.
"Amina!" Noting how Amina scowled when she turned her head when Becky called out to her.
"Here's my number; call me sometime, we'll see how that fat cock can handle my tight pussy," Amina said, holding out a slip of paper with her cell number on it. "Don't leave me hanging, Dante," she purred before slipping out of the room.
"Drake... sorry, saw the door open thought you were dressed," Idin said, turning away when his baby blue dress shirt hung open as he attached his onyx cufflinks, noting how the diamonds that encircled the onyx glinted in the overhead light. Wondering why he appeared so dressed up if he was just going to work.
"What is it?" Drake asked in a deadpan voice as he buttoned his shirt.
"Just that you come to say goodbye to your father and Regan before you leave. I know you might not like me all that well; I get that; I am sorry how this all played out. You're right; we should have divorced our spouses. That was my doing, so if you need someone to hate on, you give me all of it. I can handle it."
"It takes two to fuck Aunt Idin, no matter how much you want to take the blame for it all. Dad is just as guilty as you are," Drake said in a monotone voice. "Maybe you should learn something from this if he can skip out on his payments that the court told him he had to pay. What makes you think he won't do the same to you?"
"Because your father loves me..." Arching an eyebrow at the snort that got out of Drake.
"Yeah, Dad told Mom the same damn thing all those years he was fucking you behind her back. Does that really sound like love?"
"I understand where you're coming from, Drake, I really do, and I know you're upset right now. You have every right to be; this has to have been very hard on you. We can't make up for that, but maybe we can work on it. Make this place feel like a home to you, so whenever you're home from college, you won't feel obligated to visit us. I know that will take time, and I know your father, and I will work hard to correct the errors that we have caused." Her eyes flickered over to the dresser they had placed in the room in hopes that Drake would come live with them as his screen lit up and a ding resounded in the air. Seeing how his thumbs moved over the screen as he typed out a response. "Who was that?" Idin asked as Drake stuffed his shirt into his pants before tightening his belt.
"My ride."
"Oh, I'll get out of your hair; I don't want you going in to work upset. I would hate to be the cause of a poor performance at your job. Have a good night, Drake, and do be careful going home," Idin said, watching how his suit jacket settled onto his shoulders. Wondering how Drake could afford such a high-dollar suit, she's seen enough of them to know one just from the look of it. His dress shoes that he slipped into weren't off the rack either. Pondering how he got such wealth to afford such high dollar items when he was nothing more than a college student. Hearing the sounds of zippers as she walked down the hall to their den, which they had turned into Regan's de facto playroom.
"So what fast food joint is he working at?" Mario asked in a smug tone.
"He's not, not if there's one I don't know of that requires wearing an Italian suit," Idin said, assuming that was what her step-son was wearing.
"What?!" Mario stammered.
"He was wearing diamond-encrusted, onyx cufflinks too," Idin stated, seeing her husband's jaw dropping as she nodded at his befuddled look. Smiling down at her daughter as Regan held out her arms to her when she neared. "It's almost your bedtime, you little bug," she cooed as she rocked her daughter in her arms.
"Alright, I'm leaving," Drake said, appearing in the doorway. Noticing the 'I told you so' look, his aunt shot his father.
"Drake, you look..."
"What?" Drake intoned with an arched eyebrow as his father got to his feet.
"Very good in that suit; where did you get it?" Mario asked, approaching his son.
"Italy."
"I got to say, it suits you," Mario said, rubbing the material of his lapel between his thumb and forefinger. "You best be careful with those cufflinks. Wouldn't want you to lose one; they look rather expensive," he said in a fatherly tone, wondering where Drake was shopping for such things. "You be safe out there; if it's too late for you to drive home, you're more than welcome to stay here until the morning," Mario whispered into his son's ear as he hugged him goodbye. Stroking his chin as he watched his son leaving.
"I'm worried about him; a young man like him couldn't afford such things. He must be into some kind of trouble," Idin said from behind Mario.
"I know," Mario muttered, moving towards the front door just to see who his ride was. "Idin, come see this!" he called out to her as he stared at the limo that pulled up beside his son's car.
"What in the world?!" Idin muttered in surprise as Drake slid into the back of the limo before watching it pull away.
******
Drake blew out a tired breath as he entered his home fifteen past the hour of one. Knowing he had to be up in less than seven hours to head over to Samantha's place to tutor her before he and his mother went to Knoxville early Monday morning. Hearing movement from the living room, also the TV shutting off, seeing his brothers' forms approaching.
"So, what happened?" Franklin asked in that big brother voice of his.
"They lied; their affair started way earlier than ten years ago," Drake answered, his jaw muscles flexed in his anger.
"How early?" Aydin asked, fighting back his anger.
"Becky's our half-sister."
"That fucking bitch?!" Iliana hissed as she descended the stairs in her white silk nightgown she had bought a few days ago. "Hey, baby," she cooed in a loving voice as she leaned against the corner. Her green eyes gazed dreamily at her son, seeing that smile banishing away his mood. "What else? I know there's something else you aren't telling us."
"They had another daughter."
"Well, I guess we'll never see them, so it doesn't matter to me. You okay, Mom?" Franklin asked, looking over at her.
"I don't care what that slut and ass does anymore. I got three of the most caring boys in the world. That's all that really matters in my view," Iliana said, smiling at her sons. "Come on, honey, let's head to bed; you must be tired," she said, holding her hands out to Drake. "You two don't stay up too late," Iliana spoke in a motherly tone from over Drake's shoulder when his hands filled hers. "Night, boys."
"Night, Mom," the twins said in unison.
"How was your night, baby?" Iliana asked, feeling how good the silk felt against her ass as her hips swayed as they climbed the stairs.
"Oh, you know, rich people bitching about problems that aren't really problems," Drake said, escorting his mother into his room. Seeing her face heat as his hand trailed along her ass. Watching how she hung up his suit jacket on a wooden hanger while he took off his cufflinks and set them in their velvet-lined box. Noting how the others glimmered in the overhead light before he closed the lid. His hands lingered on her hips as his mother unbuttoned his shirt. Seeing how red her cheeks were heating when he gave her a look when he knew she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Did you sleep with this woman?" Iliana asked in a shy tone as she pushed her son's shirt off his shoulders.
"No, she just wanted arm candy for tonight," Drake stated truthfully. Opening up his YouTube channel and hitting the cover song of The Cure's 'Lovesong' by Canen as his mother hung up his pants with his jacket after placing his shoes in the closet. Wiggling his eyebrows at his mother's blushing face.
"You're being sweet today," Iliana cooed as her arms wrapped around her son's neck as her hips swayed to the music.
"Well, you're worth being sweet to," Drake said in a charming voice.
"Mmm," Iliana hummed as her breasts brushed along Drake's chest. Her heavy exhale filled Drake's ears as her tongue rolled within her son's mouth. Loving the taste of the man she was in love with upon her tongue. "Come, time for bed; you have an early morning tomorrow."
Chapter Four
Drake was yawning like mad as he approached the Carter's front door early that Saturday morning. Wondering how long she was going to need him to tutor her. Taking a sip of his coffee as he walked up the steps of her small front brick porch.
"Morning, Drake," Samantha greeted as she opened the door before he could even knock.
"Morning got you a coffee," Drake said, holding hers out to her.
"Thank you?!" Samantha stated with a moan. "So needed this; seems like you do too," she said with a coy smile on her lips.
"Yeah, kind of do," Drake nodded.
"Well, come in," Samantha said, gesturing him into her home. "We just have to keep it down; my parents are still asleep."
"Right," Drake said with a nod.
"I really appreciate it that you came here on a Saturday when we both know how weekends are just to be lazy," Samantha said with a coy smile on her lips.
"No problem, Sam," Drake replied, calling her by the nickname she had told him to on their third day of tutoring. "Sorry I can't be here Monday to help prepare you for that test."
"It's okay; you can't help that you're going out of town; I just hope I pass this test," Samantha said worryingly as they sank into the chairs of her kitchen table they've been using ever since Drake has been tutoring her.
"Hey, you'll do fine; believe in yourself; as long as you take your time, you'll ace this test," Drake said in a supportive tone.
"You really think so?" Samantha asked bashfully as she opened her textbook to the chapter her test would be on in her summer school course.
"Oh yeah, as long as you don't rush, you got this," Drake nodded.
"Thanks, I needed the confidence boost," Samantha uttered in a shy tone as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. Making small talk as they went over every problem Drake would think would be on the test up to the point she was at. Dancing in her seat when she was getting the hang of it. Seeing that smile of his on his lips as she did, wondering if he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Who's this?" Samantha's father asked in a hard tone as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, wondering why there was a young man in his house so early in the morning.
"Morning Dad, Mom, this is Drake; he's tutoring me in math," Samantha said, lightly laying her hand on Drake's left bicep.
"That so," her father mused, not believing a word. He knew men like him; he knew he was after something.
"It is," Samantha nodded vehemently. Wondering why the sight of Drake shocked her mother.
"Sorry to be here so early in the morning, but your daughter asked for my help, yet mornings are the only free time I have since I work nights," Drake said, getting up from his seat. "Drake Lucian, a pleasure to meet you."
"Joe Carter and this is my wife, Nancy," he greeted, shaking the man's hand. Feeling the strength in it, nodding approvingly in his mind at it.
"Hello," Nancy said, her eyes telling Drake not to bring up that they knew each other.
"So, how do you think she's doing?" Joe asked as he opened the fridge.
"Oh, she understands the work; it's just getting her to slow down, so she doesn't overlook a mistake," Drake said truthfully.
"Do you think she'll be able to pass her summer school?" Nancy asked in a motherly tone.
"Mmmhmm," Drake hummed, seeing how Samantha buried her face into her textbook.
"You care to stay for breakfast?" Joe asked, pleased that his daughter was getting something out of this tutoring.
"I couldn't impose on the three of you. I was about to leave once Sam here answers these thirty questions," Drake said, sliding the sheets of paper he had borrowed over to her. Keeping his evil grin from his face at Samantha's shocked face.
"It's the least we can do for helping our daughter," Joe stated in a friendly voice.
"Please, won't you stay?" Samantha asked; she's been dying to spend some time with him.
"As long as I'm not imposing," Drake said, looking around the room.
"Nah, you aren't, so what do you do for work?" Joe asked as he sat down across from Drake.
"Entertainment."
"Huh, like on TV?" Joe asked with a pointed look.
"No, more like plays, that sort of thing," Drake corrected as he noted how Nancy was tight-lipped as she pulled out the eggs and the pack of sausage patties.
"And where do you go to college, with my daughter?"
"No, I attend Cornell, that's in New York; I'm home for the summer." Wondering why Samantha's father was interrogating him.
"And what are you studying..."
"Joe, leave him alone," Nancy chided lightly, slapping her husband's shoulder.
"Architecture."
"Sam, shouldn't you be doing those problems?" Joe stated, pointing at the paper as he sipped on his orange juice. He had to admit the young man seemed more put together than the other boys his daughter had brought home before. Seeing his daughter's shock when Drake took her book from her.
"You won't be able to use it during the test. You got this; believe in yourself," Drake encouraged. "Don't worry about us; just forget we're here."
"Easy for you to say," Samantha uttered beneath her breath.
"How do you like your eggs, Drake?" Nancy asked as she waited for the pan to heat up.
"Over easy will be fine with me," Drake answered.
"Is that your car I saw out there?" Joe asked, wondering if Drake came from money.
"It is," Drake nodded.
"Did your parents..."
"No, I bought that myself."
"Oh? Work must have been good to you."
"It has been a little hectic as of late, but I can't complain," Drake said with a warm smile.
"See, Sam, this is the kind of man you need," Joe said, pointing at Drake, chuckling at how red his daughter's face was becoming. Holding up his hands when his wife playfully slapped his arm with a dishtowel. "So, how are you handling work and going to college?"
"Like anyone who does the same," Drake uttered with a shrug. "Burning the candle at both ends."
"Yeah, I can relate," Joe nodded.
"Thank you," Drake said when Nancy placed his plate before him, then her husband's, Samantha's, and then finally joining them at the table.
"You're very welcome," Nancy replied with a smile on her lips.
"We have orange juice if you need something to drink?" Samantha stated when Drake shook his now empty coffee cup.
"Wouldn't mind a glass," Drake said with a nod. Checking her math as he was enjoying his bite of egg. "No wonder Mr. Carter married you; this is delicious." Seeing how Nancy beamed at his praise.
"One of the reasons," Joe agreed.
"Here you go, Drake," Samantha said, placing his glass down before him, trying not to look as his pen moved along the paper.
"Thanks," Drake muttered, nibbling on his toast. The only sound that filled the Carter's kitchen was the sound of the pen moving. Noting how her parents' eyes were on him as he flipped the page. Noticing how Joe's lips were lifting when he wrote down Samantha had scored ninety percent on his practice test. "Told you, you had the work down," he said, handing the papers back to her. Watching how she squealed and danced in her seat as she noted the score she had gotten out of a thirty-question test. The same amount that would be on her test Monday.
"Thank you so much!" Samantha said excitedly, throwing her arms around Drake's neck and pressing her chest into his.
"You're welcome," Drake spoke, lightly patting Samantha on her back. "You just need some more practice on the ones you missed. Then if you do that, you shouldn't have a problem getting an 'A' on Monday."
"Can we work on those tomorrow when you come over?" Samantha asked, eager to show her parents she wasn't a screw-up, not anymore. She might have ignored their advice in high school. She was determined to show them they hadn't sunk their money into the wrong thing.
"Knew you could do it, honey," Nancy praised with Joe nodding along.
"Sure, I was already planning on it," Drake nodded as he gathered up his dirty dishes.
"You don't have to clean up, son," Joe said in a warm tone.
"Your wife cooked this wholesome breakfast; it'll be wrong of me to let her clean up after me," Drake said, returning the man's warmness. Seeing that approving nod as he rose from his seat.
"I'll walk him out," Joe said, getting up from his seat. "I don't know what you've done, but I thank you for your help. I was a little worried she wouldn't pass these summer classes," he spoke with a warm smile on his lips as he shook Drake's hand.
"Not a problem; glad I could help out."
"I'll make sure we're out of the house tomorrow so there aren't any distractions for the two of you. Now you drive safe."
"I will; you all enjoy your day," Drake said, turning and starting out the door.
"Drake, wait!" Samantha called out as she ran down the walkway. "Thank you so much, I never thought I would ever get the hang of it, but you believed in me. I can't thank you enough for that," she whispered into his ear as she hugged him. "My parents normally go to church early tomorrow, so if you want to, I want to," Samantha purred, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air.
******
"Turn over, baby; you're getting a little red," Emma purred, watching the sun shining on Drake's naked ass as they sunbathed in her backyard. Enjoying the prize she had bartered for, for giving Franklin and Aydin what they always wanted; her. While the experience of being tag teamed by two men was new for her, it was enjoyable, although they didn't stretch her out like Drake did. Licking her lips as his soft manhood swayed when Drake settled back onto the lounger.
"Penso solo che tu volessi vedermi nudo (I just think you wanted to see me naked)," Drake said in Italian as he peered over at Emma. Watching how she bit on her nail as her eyes ran down his body. Noting how hard her nipples were pressing against her bikini top.
"Certo, Drake, perché non dovrei? (Of course, Drake, why wouldn't I?)" Emma responded in kind. How she was so ecstatic to know she could finally speak to someone in the language she grew up with. When she first heard Drake speak it to her. While yes, he was very lewd and very blunt in his words, yet how she loved hearing those words leave his lips. What he did to her hot pussy after it was just icing on the cake.
"Sono io o hai notato la sua amante che si insinua nelle cime?(Is it me or have you noticed his mistress sneaking peaks?)" Drake asked, glancing over at her, watching her 40C breasts jiggle in her top.
"Cosa ti aspetti Drake? Ha coperto la sua scommessa su un uomo di mezza et�, grasso e blading. Mentre mi prendo un po 'di caramelle per gli occhi, (What do you expect Drake? She hedged her bet on a middle-aged, fat, balding man. While I get me some eye candy)," Emma purred, watching that smile spreading along his lips. "Devo dire, Drake, prenderti come mio amante è stata la decisione migliore della mia vita, (I have to say, Drake, taking you as my lover has been the best decision in my life)," she cooed, reaching over, her fingers interweaved with his as their hands hung in the space that separated the two.
"Che così? (That so?)"
"Mmmhmm," Emma hummed, "Drake, voglio essere cattivo, vieni qui e mangiami, (Drake, I want to be naughty, come over here and eat me)," she uttered in a wanton purr. "Mostriamogli come un vero uomo mangia la figa di una donna, (Let's show him how a real man eats a woman's pussy)" Biting her lower lip as she watched those muscles of his moving beneath his skin as Drake eased himself down onto her own lounger. Resting her feet on the grass, moving her bikini bottom to the left, displaying how wet her mound was just thinking of this moment. "Slow, Drake, I want to make the neighbors jealous as they listen to my moans," Emma stated, sticking to English. "Yes, Drake, taste me," she said breathlessly as his tongue moved along her aching labia. Whimpering in bliss as the minutes wore on, smiling wickedly at her cheating husband as he stared hatefully at her and Drake. Not that she cared. He had his chance to prove to her that he wanted to remain her husband. However, he showed her he cared not if their marriage went down in flames. If he didn't like seeing her with another man, he should have kept his dick in his pants. Yet he was intent on humiliating her whenever he took his whore out.
"Drake, fuck me," Emma pleaded, needing to feel his cock in her molten depths. Smiling wickedly up at Drake as he gently pulled her down towards him. "Yeah, give me that fat cock. You want this in me, don't you?" she asked in a growl as she slapped his cock against her cunt.
"Damn right I do," Drake spoke with a coy smile on his lips.
"Good answer," Emma replied, matching his smile. Gasping as Drake's girth began to spread her out. Her hands moved along his sides before coming to a rest on his back. Madly kissing him to keep her squeals from filling her backyard. "God, Drake, you feel so fucking good," she moaned out as her nectar ran down her ass crack.
"No more than you do; only an idiot would willingly give you up when you feel this good wrapped around their cock," Drake grunted.
"Only because you got that fat cock fucking me to sweet oblivion."
"Emma, get the fuck off of him now!" Baran cursed.
"Fuck... you, Baran, go take your cheating ass back into that house. This doesn't concern you," Emma spat. "You gave up the right to who I fuck when you stepped out of this marriage. Now fuck off and watch how a real man fucks me. Trust me, you could never make me cum like I do for my lover," she purred as she caressed Drake's face. "Or get the fuck out of my house, and I'll divorce your ass."
"I said..."
"Yeah, we aren't letting you get near Emma," Franklin stated, moving quickly from his and Aydin's hiding spot where they had been watching Emma sunbathe to block Baran's path.
"Why don't you just head back inside before you get hurt, old man," Aydin said, crossing his arms, displaying his muscles to intimidate Emma's husband.
"Don't you find it weird how quickly they showed up?"
"Drake?!" Emma yelped as he plucked her off the lounger. "Oh, fuck me, that's right fuck me like this," she panted as Drake held her aloft. "See, Baran, this is how a man fucks a woman," Emma taunted, losing herself to her bliss.
"I'm warning you, Emma?!"
"You'll what?!" Emma growled hatefully. "I gave you a chance to still be my husband, but you'd rather fuck that bitch! Aw, did she have second thoughts when she got a look at my man, huh? Oh, Drake, you're going to make me... cum!" she howled for all the neighborhood to hear. "Oh, God, I so needed that," Emma panted once she came down from her euphoric high. "Now piss off; you're ruining the mood, you piece of shit," she hissed, seeing how Baran was genuinely taken aback by her venom. "Put me down, baby; I want to clean that cock," Emma purred, seeing how that too took her former husband aback when she never did such for him. If he had put in half the effort Drake has done, she would. "You're the one that threw away this marriage for some strange pussy. If you don't like the consequences of your actions, tough shit, now get out of my sight," she stated dismissively, waving him off. "Oh, and, Baran, this is what a cock looks like," Emma spoke, holding Drake's slick seven-and-a-half-inch cock in her hand. "You're never going to get to feel this ever again," she spoke before devouring Drake's manhood. "God, I taste good on this cock," Emma stated when Drake's manhood left her lips in an audible pop. "Now cum on my tits," she stated, working him to his climax.
"Thanks, boys," Emma said as Drake's cum soaked into her top. Once, she fixed her top as she slid back to her resting spot on the lounger. Seeing them nod, yet their eyes couldn't look away from her chest.
"Kind of weird you spying on me," Drake teased as he retook his own seat.
"We weren't looking at you; that's just..." Aydin involuntarily shuddered at the thought, getting a laugh out of his brothers.
"You know peeping is against the law, right?" Emma spoke, joining in on the hazing. Emma burst out in wicked laughter when Franklin spoke in Italian; she was under the assumption that he thought it meant something else, something sexy to get her aroused. Not what he said that loosely translated that he wanted to stick a dildo up his butt. Peering over at Drake, who appeared to be losing a battle of wills not to roll around in laughter.
"I can't believe you actually said it and practiced it enough to get it right," Drake spoke, his mirth lacing his words.
"What? Huh?!" Franklin uttered, very embarrassed and very red faced at that moment.
"Come here," Emma said, beckoning him over to her, taking pity on him for the practical joke Drake played on him.
"What?!" Franklin roared once Emma had whispered what he had said into his ear. "Fuck, I hate you, Drake?!" he growled, stomping towards his home.
"That wasn't very nice of you, Drake," Emma chided, waving to Aydin as he followed after his brother.
"He needed to feel some humility," Drake said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Don't do it again; it was sweet of him that he stepped out of his comfort zone for me," Emma said, lightly slapping Drake's forearm.
"So, they're growing on you, huh?"
"Somewhat, I can't deny they aren't trying, but old habits are hard to break," Emma sighed.
"Drake, lunch!" Iliana called out as she stuck her head out the back door.
"Want to join us?" Drake offered as he sat up in his seat.
"Let me go change; I'll be right over," Emma said, quickly getting to her feet. Winking at him as she moved past him towards her own back door. "Mmm... just look at that ass," she sighed as she watched Drake walking through the open split door that she and Iliana had installed in the fence that separated their two yards.
"Go, put on some clothes, young man," Iliana chided playfully; the smack she landed on Drake's bare ass resounded loudly in her kitchen.
"Emma's coming over for lunch," Drake said as he neared the stairs.
"I'll set a plate for her," Iliana said with a warm smile on her lips. "What's got you in a foul mood, Franklin?" she asked as her eldest son had a pissed-off look on his face.
"Oh, Drake played a joke on him, and he embarrassed himself in front of Emma," Aydin answered as he sat down at the table. "Dude, that was the last beer?!"
"So," Franklin snapped.
"Boys, not at the table," Iliana intoned.
"Sorry, Mom."
"Emma, come on in," Iliana greeted once she opened the back door when Emma lightly knocked on it.
"Thank you, Baran's a little cagna right now," Emma stated, lightly kissing both of Iliana's cheeks.
"Drake, what does cagna mean?" Aydin asked when Drake reentered the kitchen as his t-shirt slid down his chest.
"Bitch," Drake answered as he got himself a wine glass. "Mom, Emma, do either of you want a glass of wine with lunch?"
"Oh yes, please, very much so; I haven't had a good glass of wine since our date," Emma said sweetly.
"You know I'd never pass up a chance to have a glass with you, sweetheart," Iliana uttered in a loving tone.
"Drake?" Aydin turned in his seat as he heard the cork of the wine bottle popping.
"Hmm?"
"Would you mind if I gave it a try?" Aydin asked, a little nervous. "Thanks," he said when Drake handed him the first glass he filled.
"When did you start drinking wine?" Iliana asked with a knowing smile on her lips.
"Can't let Drake hog all the glory," Aydin said, slyly glancing at Emma.
"Be careful of what you wish for, big boy," Emma cooed, winking at Aydin as she took a sip of her wine as Drake took his seat at the table.
Drake's back hit the wall hard when Franklin cornered him after lunch. "That shit wasn't funny, Drake," Franklin growled, towering over his brother.
"To whom?" Drake taunted.
"Don't start with me, Drake; I can still whoop your ass," Franklin stated, poking his brother in the chest. He could only be this loud since their mother and Emma had gone shopping.
"Give it your best shot."
"I don't think those women will like seeing this pretty face all bruised and swollen," Franklin spoke, lightly smacking Drake's left cheek.
"Alright, alright," Aydin said, stepping in, breaking the two of them up. "Come on, Frank, you had to know Drake would have fucked with you, and Drake, you have to know how we feel about Emma. Would you want us doing that if she spoke Spanish and you didn't? Okay, bad example," he spoke, a little amazed at how rapid and clear Drake's Spanish was. "Just how many languages do you fucking know?"
"Just three," Drake answered smugly.
"You ruined my chance, man?!" Franklin said he was very hurt by his brother's joke.
"No, I didn't," Drake replied, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "You showed her you were willing to learn another language to speak to her. That showed her you're willing to change, to grow, to stop being that little kid that constantly spied and hit on her when you knew she didn't like it. Showed her you've matured... somewhat," he said, chuckling as his brother lightly shoved his shoulder as he called him an ass.
"So teach me the words so I can say the words that I feel when I look at her."
"Alright, Frank, think I got a few minutes before I have to take a nap before I leave tonight."
"Drake, before you do, can we..." Aydin's eyes lit up when Drake held out two-hundred-dollar bills to him.
"Two bottles of wine," Drake stated, seeing Aydin nodding in understanding. "Keep the change for when you need another beer run."
"Thanks, bro, you're the best," Aydin said, grabbing the keys for his mother's old car and bounding out the door.
"Come on," Drake nodded to the living room.
"How do I know what you said is what I spoke?" Franklin asked, eyeing his brother warily. Arching an eyebrow when he listened to his brother speaking into his phone.
"See," Drake said when he spoke into the translator. Turning his head when he heard something slam from outside. He and Franklin moved towards the front window seeing Aydin cursing in frustration. Both of them quickly scurried out the front door to see what the problem was.
"Aydin, what's the matter?" Franklin asked in that big brotherly tone.
"Car won't start," Aydin grumbled.
"What do you mean it won't start?" Drake asked, wondering if they drove it until the engine blew up. "When's the last time you had the car serviced?"
"Last month," Aydin snapped.
"Okay, take a breath, Aydin; tell us what happened?" Franklin asked, trying to cool his brother's temper.
"Lights come on, the starter wants to turn the car over, but it doesn't."
"Hmm, that could be a lot of things," Franklin mused as he stroked his chin.
"What are you doing?" Aydin asked.
"Calling Uncle Jake; he's the mechanic," Drake said, bringing his phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Uncle Jake, it's Drake; sorry to bother you, but we got a problem, and we have no idea what it is," he said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh, hey! Drake! What seems to be the problem?"
"Aydin says the lights come on; the car wants to turn over but doesn't."
"Oh, that sounds like the fuel pump or the computer. Want me to get it towed over to the shop, and I'll take a look at it?"
"Only if it won't be an inconvenience to you."
"Nonsense, what's family for, huh?"
"I appreciate the help, Uncle," Drake said in a warm tone.
"Don't mention it, Drake. I'll send Paul out to you right now. See you when you get here."
"What did he say?" Franklin asked as Drake walked towards the front door.
"Might be the fuel pump or the computer. Don't know until we get it to Uncle's shop," Drake answered from over his shoulder.
"And where are you going?"
"To put on some pants, get my wallet and keys; Jake's shop is only twenty minutes from here."
"Frank, you stay here; let Mom know what's going on; we'll be back soon," Drake said as Paul loaded up the car onto the flatbed. Hearing Franklin's chuckle when he told Aydin to watch the interior when Aydin neared the passenger door.
"Damn, man, this is nicer than the Audi?!" Aydin exclaimed as he peered around the interior, seeing how this was his first time inside his brother's new car.
"I know," Drake said with a grin as they followed the tow truck to his Uncle's shop.
"Drake, how are we going to get to class? I don't think Uncle Jake is going to be able to fix the car today," Aydin stated, peering over at his brother, smiling wickedly, knowing what that sigh of his meant.
"You may use my car only to go to class and back. No joyriding, no other people in my car, no tearing up my seats. This car is for my work, so no eating, no drinking, and definitely no smoking in my car, we clear on that?" Drake uttered in a stern tone.
"Oh, we're clear," Aydin nodded.
"If you get a speeding ticket, you're paying it."
******
"Sorry, boys, seems your fuel pump is shot," Jake said, lowering the hood on their mother's Ford Fusion once he had unclipped the connectors to the computer as the car sat in bay four of his shop.
"How much will a new one cost?" Drake asked; money wasn't the problem; what he made last night would most likely cover the cost of it.
"Why don't we head into the office, and I'll find out for you," Jake said with a warm smile. "So, how you boys been doing?"
"Good, Mom's doing good; Franklin and I have been getting scouted, so it seems we'll be in the draft soon."
"Congratulations, Aydin; I knew you two would make it. You let me know what teams you sign up with, and I'll make sure I'm rooting for them to win when they're playing," Jake said, smiling over his shoulder at Aydin. "So Drake, what's new with you?"
"Oh, got back from my trip abroad in late April, been going to Cornell before that."
"Oh? I bet your mother wasn't too pleased to hear that," Jake chuckled as they neared the office door.
"She wasn't, that's for sure," Drake said, remembering the argument they had when he first joined a gym back when he was eighteen.
"So, where did you go?"
"Italy," Drake said, seeing Jake walking around the counter.
"Really, damn, heard it was a nice place to visit," Jake whistled.
"It is," Drake agreed.
"Honey, who are you talking to?" Came a very alluring woman's voice that caused Drake and Aydin to peer at Jake, who had a wide smile on his lips.
"Just my nephews," Jake uttered.
"Oh?! I'll be right out!"
"The pump will cost you a little over a hundred and fifty; I would suggest you replace those tires sometime soon; they look a little bald."
"How much would a full set cost?" Drake asked, leaning on the counter.
"The lowest I can go for you is four hundred."
"Alright, how soon can you get the pump?"
"Oh, I should have it by Monday; it's not hard replacing them in Fusions; you just have to take the backseat out."
"Well, if we're changing the tires, why not get the brakes changed at the same time," Aydin stated, looking at his brother.
"Have they been giving you trouble?" Jake asked in a concerned voice.
"They have been getting a little squishy," Aydin admitted. "Wha'da ya think, Drake? You're paying for this."
"How much for a brake job..."
"Knowing my husband, he would say 'for you three hundred'," a female voice filled the air as the bathroom door opened, and out stepped a rather stunning brunette who was five months pregnant with streaks of grease on her cheeks.
"Boys, I like for you to meet Jasmine, my wife," Jake said, introducing the three of them.
"Dang, Uncle, you sure do have an eye on you," Drake said with a warm smile.
"Mmmhmm," Aydin nodded along. "Why didn't you tell us you got remarried?"
"Well, given what happened with Idin, I didn't feel like going through all that again," seeing the two of them nodding as he squeezed Jasmine into him, "so thankfully, Jasmine wasn't too keen on a big wedding either, so we eloped. With the shop and the baby, we just lost track; sorry about that," Jake said in an apologetic voice.
"Don't you apologize, Uncle; we're happy for you," Aydin said, with Drake nodding along. "I bet Mom's going to flip when she hears about it?
"How about we don't? I don't feel like dying just yet," Jake joked, getting a laugh out of the two of them.
"You look so much like how Jake described you," Jasmine said, smiling at Aydin. "You, not so much," she teased, peering at Drake, which, as you can imagine, got a howl out of Aydin.
"So you finally found a woman that boyish charm doesn't work on?!" Aydin was having a field day with it as he slapped his brother on his back.
"So mean," Drake sniffled, playing along.
"Aw, dry your eyes," Jasmine giggled, holding out a tissue to him.
"I... I got nothing," Drake stated. The sounds of their laughter filled the office at Drake's expense.
"So, how were you thinking of paying for this..." Looking oddly at the card, wondering if Drake really had the money to cover the repairs. Then again, with the car he saw them drive up in, he had to assume Drake did. Watching Drake sign the receipt, asking Aydin and Jasmine to give them a minute. "Drake, you sure everything is okay with you?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?" Drake asked, slipping his wallet back into his back right pocket once Jake had handed him his card back.
"Well, you're driving that rather expensive car, and you don't bat an eye at the cost of the repairs. You're not running drugs, are you?" Jake asked, arching an eyebrow when Drake snorted.
"Mom asked me almost the same thing once. No, I'm not; I promise you, Uncle, that's the furthest thing I'm doing."
"Good. You got a good head on your shoulders; I would hate to see you throw it all away for drugs," Jake said in a loving tone as he placed his hand on Drake's shoulder.
"I know, Uncle, so not getting messed up in that."
"Good, don't throw your life away; if you get into trouble, you call me; I'll help out as best as I can," Jake said, patting Drake's shoulder. "I should have the car ready by Tuesday," he stated as he and Drake walked out into the bay section of his shop, where Jasmine and Aydin were having a very adamant conversation about baseball, of all things.
"Jake, did you know the Mets have been scouting Aydin?" Jasmine asked in a dreamy voice.
"No, I did not; you better watch yourself, Aydin; Jasmine loves her sports."
"I've gathered," Aydin nodded, slyly smirking at his brother that she wasn't swayed by Drake's physical charm.
"Does Mom know?" Drake asked, knowing his mother wasn't going to like the news.
"No, not yet; I haven't even agreed to go to the tryouts yet," Aydin said bashfully as he rubbed the back of his head.
"You should; you won't know what you can do until you put yourself out there," Drake said supportively. "You can stay at my place in New York while you do."
"Really? You wouldn't mind?" Aydin asked, a little surprised by Drake's offer.
"We'll talk about it later."
"We wish you the best of luck, I know Jasmine and I will be rooting for you," Jake said, hugging Aydin, lightly patting his back.
"If you do get signed on to the Mets, and you play the Stars, let us know; we'll so be there," Jasmine said in a caring voice as she got her own hug in. "And you, if you get famous, let us know; those muscles must be good for something," she said, seeing how Drake arched an eyebrow at that yet failed to shake her hand. Wondering if her way of teasing people she liked was lost on him.
"See ya, Uncle," Drake said, waving to Jake as he and Aydin walked out of the shop. "What am I chopped liver?"
"Nope, you're the eyeball that's rolling around on the floor," Aydin joked, chuckling, enjoying the turn of events.
"Don't think Drake took kindly to your teasing, honey," Jake said, waving to his nephews as Drake eased past them to turn out of his parking lot.
"I'll apologize if I see him again," Jasmine stated, turning around to help out with the cars they had in the garage.
Capter Five
Sunday morning...
Samantha was applying a light layer of makeup to her cheeks. Nothing too noticeable, just enough to get Drake's attention. Shaking her ass in the mirror, seeing how well her yoga pants detailed her ass, especially her pussy when she bent over. Hoping Drake took her up on her offer. She hasn't been with anyone since her boyfriend had dumped her all because she couldn't go with him on some summer jaunt since she had to do make-up classes over the summer. Hoping her parents stayed away long enough to get the pent-up sexual release worked out of her system.
Running her hands over her perky 36B breasts, wondering how Drake would like the view of them in her matching pink halter top. Her hips swayed alluringly as Aerosmith's 'Pink' played over her phone. Getting herself worked up as she displayed her midriff to the mirror as she daydreamed about what Drake would think of her body. Turning her head, a sultry smile graced her lips as she heard the knock on her front door. Hitting the pause button on her phone, humming as she hurried to the door.
"Hello, Drake," Samantha greeted in a seductive tone. Biting the inside of her cheek, noting how it appeared to her he had just gotten out of the shower. How she would give anything to see what that hard body of his looked like when it was all wet. "Do you like the outfit?" she asked, hoping that he did.
"What can I say? Pink is my favorite color," Drake answered with a sly flirt.
"Come in, and I'll show you something else that's pink if you're up for it," Samantha said, hinting at her need to get laid.
"Oh, I'm always up for the pink taco," Drake smirked coyly as he moved past her and into her home. Hearing the door closing and locking behind him as he did. Looking down when Samantha's hands moved along his waist before slipping beneath his t-shirt.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to feel these," Samantha whispered heatedly into Drake's ear.
"Oh, I can take a wild guess," Drake mused.
"How about we get to the real workout and then finish with some studying, hmm?" Samantha purred, nibbling on Drake's right ear as she savored every muscle that dominated his chest.
"Lead the way," Drake gestured, noting how red her cheeks were as she peered back at him as she led him to her room by his hand.
Samantha pressed her back against her bedroom door as she watched how Drake's shirt rose along his back. Biting her lip as she watched how his muscles moved beneath his skin. Her breathing quickened as he turned in profile to her. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her halter top, to the point if they were any harder, they would cut right through the fabric. Watching as Drake tossed a condom onto her bed. So very pleased he brought protection with him. So pleased he wanted this as much as she did. Touching herself through her yoga pants as she continued to enjoy his strip show. Her mouth hung agape as her eyes couldn't look away as Drake's semi-hard cock hung before her eyes; her jaw only inched lower as it continued to be filled with blood before her very eyes. "Oh, he's so going to fucking destroy me?!" Samantha moaned into her mind.
"You sure you can handle me?" Drake asked with a cocky grin as he stroked his cock.
"I'm damn well going to try," Samantha spoke in a firm tone as she quickly stripped. She wasn't about to allow this chance to pass her by. She had no idea when her parents would be home; some days, it wasn't until one; other days, it was ten in the morning. It all depended on their mood. She so hoped that they stayed until one that afternoon. She really didn't want her parents hearing her screaming like a slut when Drake was stuffing her pussy with that cock of his. "Do you like it?" she asked in a bashful tone as she stood nude before him. Noting how Drake's eyes moved down her face, along her chest, her stomach, lingering on the rising sun she had shaved into her red thatch of hair that covered her mons Venus.
"Mmmhmm, although I wonder how that pussy is going to taste on my tongue," Drake said sinfully, watching how Samantha released an audible moan when those words left his lips. His cock flexed as Samantha sauntered towards him; her right hand ran up his chest while the fingers of her left danced along his shaft as they shared a passionate kiss. Hearing her heavy breathing in his ears as he kneaded her ass. He personally didn't go for women his age; he had a fixation on older women. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't sleep with a woman his age.
"Would you mind if I took a picture of that?" Samantha asked, pointing down at his cock as Drake sat on her bed. "None of them will believe me when I tell my friends I've been fucked by the biggest cock I've ever seen," she said with an alluring smile on her lips.
"Sure, I don't mind," Drake responded, matching her smile.
"Drake, what do you think of my pussy?" Samantha asked, bending over her desk, pulling her ass cheeks apart, flashing him her pink center.
"That I want to come over there and make you howl," Drake said in a lustful tone. Watching how her pussy clenched as he said that, wondering if she was thinking along the same lines.
"Lay back," Samantha cooed, winking up at him as she knelt between Drake's legs. The sound of her phone snapping pictures filled her room as she took every picture imaginable. Quickly typing out a text to her friends that were a part of their group text, uploading all the photos she took before inhaling Drake's cock. She could only take five inches of it before her jaw protested as his girth threatened to dislocate it. "Cum in my mouth," she ordered before going back to her meal. Putting all her skill into getting Drake off, and she was soon rewarded as his hot cum filled her mouth. Picking up her phone, taking a picture of how his cum looked on her tongue before she swallowed it all. Smirking at the texts that her friends were sending her.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Samantha said nervously as Drake crawled between her legs as she laid in the center of her bed.
"Oh, but I want to," Drake said in a sly tone, feeling her trembling as he kissed along her outer labia.
Samantha's eyes flew wide, her mouth inched open, yet no sound came forth as her back arched off the bed. Her fingers curled around her comforter as he ate her out like she's never felt before. Feeling how her juices were quickly gathering, the way her folds were tightening around his exploring tongue. "Oh fuck! Yes!" Samantha howled as she came hard. "Don't stop, Drake, please, don't stop," she pleaded in a breathless whisper. All throughout the experience, there was a point she thought she had passed out from the sheer bliss Drake was giving her with that tongue of his. Rising onto her elbows, peering down at him wondering where he learned how to eat pussy so well before her body exploded into euphoria once again as she came. Pondering how he liked the taste of her pussy cream. Given the number of times he's made her cum on his tongue and the way he lapped it up, she had to assume Drake loved eating pussy. Not something she was going to make him stop, not in this century.
Nodding weakly, still in her state of bliss when Drake was rubbing his cock against her clit. Silently asking if she was ready for this. She was so not ready as his cock began to stretch her out like she's never felt before. Feeling his thumb rubbing her clit as he continued to sink deeper into her. However, that didn't stop her wails from filling her room. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the entirety of his cock inside of her. Samantha almost felt like a rag doll as Drake took her to Heaven over and over again on the tip of his cock.
Her face was buried into her mattress as she listened to how her ass cheeks were clapping as he pounded her from behind. Hearing how her pussy was just sloppy wet as her nectar poured out of her. Her mind had long since gone blank as her primal mind had full control of her body. Samantha had no idea where or who taught him to fuck so well, and she wasn't complaining. She knew after today, no one was going to be able to compare to Drake.
"Fucking give me this cock?!" Samantha growled as she rode him hard. She had lost count of how many orgasms Drake had given her. All she knew was there was a giant wet spot on her bed, and her sex had long filled the air. Knowing she was going to have to air her room out so her parents wouldn't suspect they had sex while they were at church. Moaning to the high heavens as she tossed back her head when Drake thrusted his cock rapidly into her when he took hold of her hips. Feeling his cock flexing, a little sad, she couldn't feel his cum flooding her womb as his seed filled the tip of his condom. Pulling off his latex sheath, engulfing his deflating rod, not knowing if she would ever get to experience it again. She wanted every memory she could get if that were the case.
Playing with her sore pussy as she rested against the headboard of her bed while Drake went to relieve himself. Reading the texts her friends had bombarded her phone with while she was getting the best fucking of her life. Grinning madly at how her friends were bemoaning when she told them that she's found the best pussy eater on the planet. Telling them of the number of times she came on his tongue and how she had blacked out from the sheer pleasure of it. Detailing how his cock felt like as it destroyed her tight pussy, how she was just cumming like mad on it as he fucked her like a pro. Smiling at him when she got his attention as he began to redress. Seeing the drooling emojis filling her screen as her friends lusted over the picture of Drake she had sent them. Giggling to herself as she walked funny down the hall, knowing her ex-boyfriend could never do this to her. She was going to miss feeling that full when Drake left to head back to New York. Knowing it would be wrong of her to ask him out when he would be a thousand miles away.
"Drake," resting against the frame of the front door once they were finished with their studying, "I know you leave in August. Could we, you know, do that again sometime?" Samantha asked in a shy tone.
"Sure, I don't mind, although we'll have to soundproof your room," Drake said with a cocky grin.
"It'll be worth it," Samantha said with a satisfied grin on her lips. "You don't have a girlfriend, right?" she asked, smacking herself, knowing she should have asked before they fucked.
"No, I don't, I don't date," Drake said, waving to her as he walked towards his car, seeing the shock on her face when he said that. He was a gigolo; no rational woman would ever date a male whore. Plus, he was in love with his mother, even if they couldn't come out and show it. He would never disgrace her by getting involved with another woman. She was fine with him fucking around; after all, she had told him she was his cuckquean, and he knew she still slept with Franklin and Aydin. Watching her racing towards the passenger window, "Need something?" he asked when he rolled it down.
"Yes, your cock in my pussy every chance I can get. I'm serious, Drake, whenever, wherever you want it, I want it," Samantha stated with conviction as she stuck her head into his car. Getting one last kiss in before he left, knowing it would be two days before she saw him again. Waving to him as she watched Drake driving away. Placing her phone to her ear as she called her best friend, "Guess who has a new fuck buddy?"
"You have to bring him over to the sorority house one night."
"So you can eat him alive?" Samantha asked with a coy grin on her lips.
"You know it!" Samantha shared a laugh with her friend as her front door closed behind her.
******
"Hello?" Drake answered once his call had been routed through the BMW's control panel as he drove towards his house.
"This is Drake's phone, isn't it?" Drake arched an eyebrow when he heard Becky's voice coming over his car's speakers.
"Yeah, wha'cha need, Becky? And how did you get my number?"
"I got it from Dad; sorry if this is a bad time. I was wondering if you would like to come over. I thought since it's Sunday and you might not be too busy, that we could hang out, have a little pool party. Maybe help to get you to see this place as a second home to you. Plus, so you and I can bond like brother and sister."
"I'm not at home, Becky, and I don't have a bathing suit with me," Drake spoke, sitting at the exit of the housing development to pull onto the street leading back to the city. "Why don't you invite Franklin and Aydin?"
"Dad doesn't want them anywhere around here, I would like to see them, but I don't know how they'll react seeing me. Please, Drake, it will be fun. I promise you, I'll make sure Mom and Dad stay inside. I know you don't like them much right now. It would mean a lot if you did."
"Who all is going to be at this pool party?"
"Just you, me, and my friends." Keeping his sigh to himself, knowing it wasn't Becky's fault that his father couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He couldn't place the blame on her for what his father and Aunt had done in the past as his finger tapped on his steering wheel.
"Alright, give me an hour, have to swing by the house, but I'll have to take a nap around two, so I can go to work tonight."
"Dad says you're more than welcome to sleep here until you have to leave. Thank you, Drake; you don't know how much this means to me. I'll see you when you get here." Wondering how his mother was going to take this news when he got home.
******
"Drake! I'm so glad you came!" Becky said, throwing her arms around him, hugging her brother tightly. Noting how he had the same kind of bags in his hands when he stood on their stoop. "Here, let me take this for you," she said in a very happy voice. Wondering why she smelled another woman on him. "No, Regan, no, you're not going outside," Becky said, catching her sister in her free arm as Regan was making a mad dash for the front door. However, it wasn't the door Regan was running to as she stared up at Drake.
Drake arched an eyebrow when the two-year-old hugged his right leg as she wore a broad smile as she peered up at him. The footfalls that stopped a few feet before him caused Drake to lift his gaze as he and his father stared silently at one another.
"Sorry about that, Drake; she's a handful sometimes," Mario stated as he plucked Regan off her feet. "She heard the door, and she just took off. I'm not as quick on my feet as I once was," he said with a warm fatherly smile. "I take it you don't get weekends off?"
"No, I don't," Drake replied in a monotone voice.
"Well, I'll make sure you're not disturbed when you lay down for your nap," Mario stated, lightly patting his son's shoulder. "Come on, you, your cartoons are on," he said in a loving voice as he jostled Regan in his arms. "Enjoy the pool, Drake," Mario said from over his shoulder as he left his son and daughter behind.
"Come on, they're dying to see you," Becky said, keeping her annoyance from her voice.
"Oh?" Drake muttered, keeping his eyes from running down Becky's back as her red bikini bottom hugged her ass.
"Yeah, they got it in their heads that you're some kind of sex god or something like that," Becky whispered as she groaned, leading Drake into the room his father had given him. Peering back at him, wondering why he found that funny.
"Never been called that before," Drake mused, hanging up his garment bag in the closet.
"But is there some truth to the rumors they tell me that's been going around about you?" Becky asked, crossing her arms.
"Well, you'll have to tell me these rumors before I can answer that question," Drake said, turning to look at her. Arching an eyebrow when Becky got rather red in the face.
"They've been going on and on about how you can eat a woman and how well you... fuck," Becky said the last part low so her parents wouldn't hear.
"Yeah, that part is true," Drake admitted.
"Then you having a big..." Becky couldn't bring herself to say the word, so she opted to point at her brother's crotch.
"You sure you want to know that answer?" Drake asked with a questioning look.
"Might as well hear it from you; otherwise, they'll just keep teasing me about it," Becky grumbled, crossing her arms below her 32D breasts.
"I'm not big as in long, but I'm very thick."
"Oh... well, let me get you a towel," Becky said, quickly leaving the room. "Drake?" Stopping in the doorway once she had set his towel on the bed.
"Yeah?"
"Is that your girlfriend I smell on you?" Becky asked, keeping her back towards him while her hand rested on the doorknob.
"I don't have one since I don't date."
"Then why... oh...!" Becky's eyes grew wide when she peered back at him. Knowing he meant he just had sex with someone, hurriedly shutting the door, keeping her head bowed as she headed for the back door. Wondering why she cared if he had sex or not. She herself wasn't a virgin by any means. Although it has been some time since she's had sex.
"Drake?!" Idin gasped when Drake stepped out of the room in his blue, low waist boxer swimsuit he had picked up when he was in Florence.
"What?" Drake spoke, wondering if he stepped in something.
"Don't you think that's... a little too revealing?" Idin spoke as her eyes ran down his body, his sex lines leading her gaze lower to the bulge in his shorts.
"No, I would have brought my speedo if I wanted to be revealing," Drake stated in a monotone voice.
"S-s-speedo?!" Idin stammered.
"This is rather tame for the beaches in Italy," Drake said, walking off, leaving his aunt rather stunned. Remembering the conversation he had with his mother when Iliana cursed up a storm in his bedroom about the text Idin had sent her bragging that she was going to steal him away from her. Which Drake found very imbecilic. There have been some very, very beautiful women who had offered a life of luxury if he became theirs wholly, yet no matter the gifts, the money, the houses, cars they would offer him, nothing would ever make him leave the woman he loved. Which, as you can imagine, made his mother blush like mad when he told her that. Nevertheless, what she had asked of him took him aback as did the sinister look in her eyes when she spoke those words to him. He was still debating on whether or not he was going to go along with it. The moment he stepped outside, three heads turned towards him, how their jaws dropped, the way Amina's sunglasses slid down the bridge of her nose as three pairs of eyes ran down his muscular, tanned body which he had earned from the days he lounged out on that nude beach. Thinking they were being a little too obvious, given the only free lounger on the left side of the pool sat in the middle of them. Also, noting how it would place him in the middle of the horde of horny teenagers.
"You all wouldn't mind if I sit here, would you?" Drake asked in a coy tone, seeing how Amina, Janet, and Mikaela were shaking their heads, yet their eyes were on his package and not his face except for Becky. However, what Drake didn't know was that Becky was checking him out behind her dark-hued sunglasses. Namely, how big he appeared to be in those swim trunks he was wearing. "Feels like I'm lightening up too much," he stated, making small talk as he laid out the towel. Although he knew that to be a lie given the amount of sun he got yesterday.
"So... Drake... umm... what do you do for fun now that your Dad isn't out here?" Mikaela asked with a very shaky voice, who was laying on the lounger to Drake's left.
"You really want to know that bad?" Drake asked, seeing her nodding vehemently as her nipples pressed into her top. "I fuck... a lot."
"Have you ever been with a black woman before?" Mikaela asked; her eyes wouldn't leave Drake's groin.
"Quite a few of them; why?" Drake asked, turning his head towards her.
"Would you fuck this black pussy?" Mikaela asked, sitting up, swinging her legs over the edge of the lounger, spreading them, and pulled her bikini bottom off to the right. Showing Drake how moist her pussy was for a good hard fuck. Quickly hiding her mound and returning to her spot when she saw Becky's mother moving towards the back door from the windows that lined the rear of the house.
"You should be careful; you might awaken something," Drake said in a seductive tone.
"Then I'll be sure to take care of that fat cock I heard you have swinging between your legs," Mikaela purred, biting her lip when she saw movement in his swim trunks.
"Girls, would you like something to drink?" Idin asked, walking down the edge of the pool. Trying not to notice how Drake appeared larger than he did when she had first seen him in his swimsuit. Wondering why Mario couldn't look like that with all the time he has now that he's the Vice President. She knew if his son could look like Drake did as the sun danced along his chest, she knew Mario could as well. Not that she was complaining, Mario was a good lover to her; however, she would have liked to feel a little muscle beneath her.
"Sure, Mom, we would like a drink; some of us need to cool off," Becky said, knowing her mother wouldn't get what she was saying.
"What about you, Drake?" Idin asked, noticing how he peered out of his half-closed right eye. "We have juice, soda, tea..."
"Got any wine?" Seeing how that clearly took Idin aback.
"Drake, you aren't old enough to drink," Idin stammered, thinking he would ask for a beer instead of wine, given what she once knew about college boys.
"You going to stop me from having a glass?" Drake asked with a charming smile.
"As long as it's only one glass, and you don't tell your mother I gave it to you," Idin stated in a firm tone, keeping her smile hidden, knowing this would be her first step in luring Drake away from Iliana. "We have beer if you'd rather have one of those."
"Nah, like my wine, you don't know what a good red will open," Drake said, allowing his innuendo to hang in the air.
"And just where did you learn to drink wine?" Idin asked, crossing her arms below her 38C breasts.
"Oh, here and there," Drake uttered vaguely.
"I see; give me a minute; I'll have to find our bottle; your father doesn't like drinking it too often, and I'd rather drink with someone who enjoys a good glass," Idin said, walking back towards the house.
"Shame, he doesn't know what he's missing." Drake's sinful voice followed after Idin causing her to peer over her shoulder, swallowing when she saw the movement in his swim trunks.
"Drake, do you think my breasts are too small for you?" Janet asked, rolling onto her side, pulling her right cup from her breast, displaying her firm mound to him.
"Nope, I don't have a preference on the size of a woman's breasts; they look rather perky," Drake flirted. If they wanted to show off their goods to him, who was he to stop them. They were, after all, eighteen; he just wondered where this would lead.
"Drake, let me put some sunscreen on you, so you don't burn," Amina cooed as she walked around Mikaela's lounger with the bottle in her hand. "It'd be a shame if that were to happen," she said in a lustful tone as she sank down onto his lounger beside his left hip. Her grey eyes lit up as her hands moved along his chest. Feeling her pussy throbbing the longer she touched him. Her eyes glinted wickedly when she slipped her hand into his trunks, wrapping her greasy fingers around his semi-hard member. "God, you feel so big, and you're not even hard," Amina lightly moaned. Quickly removing her hand and getting up from her spot when Mikaela warned her that Becky's mother was coming.
"So, can you really eat a woman out in two minutes?" Janet asked in a low tone as Idin walked out with a tray of drinks.
"I can," Drake nodded, hearing their groans as he was soaking up the sun. Not seeing the look Idin had on her face when they did that.
"Girls don't stimulate Drake too much; I can't be held responsible for what a college boy will do in such a state," Idin stated in a motherly tone as she handed out their drinks, saving Drake's for last.
"Maybe we want him too," Amina said in a teasing tone, noting the heat that was filling Idin's cheeks.
"Yes... well..." Clearing her throat, "do try to keep it PG-13, mmmkay?" Idin stated, knowing she would hate to get a call from one of their mothers. "Drake, I expect you to be the adult here and not allow things to get out of hand. Your father has left for the country club, and I have some guests coming over, so I won't be able to keep an eye on you. So you have to contain your urges," she said, thinking he was the one that was egging them on as she held out his wine glass to him.
"I think you should be telling the girls here that and not I; I'm just sunbathing, harming no one," Drake uttered in a sinful tone as he swirled his wine and brought it up to his nose. "Hmm, DuMol Syrah Wild Mountainside Russian River Valley," he mused as he smacked his lips, "good year."
"You... you know your wine," Idin spoke in a stammering tone.
"I do," Drake nodded, watching how Idin turned her head towards her home as the sound of car doors closing reached her ears.
"You'll have to tell me about it later; I must go see to my guests."
"Bad, bad, bad man," Mikaela teased as she playfully slapped his arm.
"Are you going to punish me?"
"Mmmhmm," Mikaela hummed. She didn't wait for his answer before springing from her seat, kneeling at his side and pulling down his trunks slightly, and inhaled his cock.
"You cheeky bitch?!" Janet giggled as she watched her friend's head bobbed on Drake's pole.
"No fair, I wanted to be first," Amina moaned.
"Oh, my, God," Janet stammered as she, Amina, and Mikaela stared at Drake's fully aroused cock. "The rumors are true," she whispered, even seeing Becky's shocked surprise.
"You awoke it; now finish what you started," Drake said in a commanding tone.
"With pleasure," Mikaela cooed before returning his cock back to her mouth. Working as fast as she could, there was no telling when Becky's mother would return, and she didn't want her catching her blowing Drake by the pool.
******
"Marsha, isn't that you know who out there?" Janet's mother whispered to Marsha, Amina's mother, as they gazed out the window to check on their daughters. They didn't miss the fact that Mikaela had just blown him. No, her mother was currently keeping Idin occupied while they figured out if the famous, at least famous in the community, Dante Cole, was lounging poolside at the home of their daughters' new friend.
"It is; I would know that cock anywhere," Marsha uttered in the same low tone. There was no missing the lust in her voice as she stared at Drake.
"Aw, you poor little thing," Brie cooed as she carried Regan in her arms. "Can you not fall asleep for your nap?" Smiling at Regan as she shook her head.
"Yeah, she's been a little restless for the past few days," Idin stated, lightly rubbing her daughter's back as they stood in the doorway of her dining room.
"Idin, who's that young man out there?"
"Oh, you mean Drake, that's my step-son, Trish," Idin said with a warm smile as she peered at the forty-year-old blonde woman.
"Well, we certainly can't leave a young man alone with such vulnerable girls, the things that could happen," Marsha stated, dropping her lure to see Dante outside of his work persona. They all knew the man's name was a fake, which was fine to them. It kept them safe if or when their husbands found out about the man. Not that they cared, they haven't since they started using Winters Agency to keep the boredom at bay. They just never knew the man's real name until now.
"I do believe your right," Idin mused, knowing the trouble Drake could cause them if he allowed his dick to wander. "Just let me get Regan's portable playpen and her sunhat." Seeing the three women nod before bounding off for the den where the playpen was stored.
"Okay, what's going on? You two are being a little too out of sorts?" Brie asked, her eyes glancing at the two of them.
"We know what Dante Cole's real name is now," Marsha said with a lustful grin.
"Oh?! Do tell, come on, spill," Brie whispered.
"He's right outside; your daughter just sucked him off," Trish stated, her thumb pointed at the window from over her shoulder.
"You mean her step-son is Dante?" Brie muttered in shock.
"Mmmhmm, I would never forget the sight of that cock of his; it's just too delicious to forget," Marsha sighed with the other two women humming in agreement.
"You know what this means, right?" Brie cooed with a hungry smile.
"That we'll be getting fucked more often now that we know he'll be here," Trish stated with nods from the other two. "Here, let me help you with that, Idin," she said, quickly scurrying around Brie.
"Thank you," Idin spoke in a warm tone. Wondering what was going on, recounting the times on one hand that they were this nice to her.
"So, Idin, does your step-son live with you?" Marsha asked, gathering up their wine glasses as Idin got two bottles for them to share during their visit.
"No, he doesn't, but his father and I are trying to get him to at least visit more often and hopefully spend a night or two here. Why?" Idin asked as Brie led the way out the back door.
"Oh, no reason; I know how hard it can be for step-children to feel accepted into a new home. It was for Amina when I married Jackson, but the love soon faded from that relationship," Marsha sighed, slyly flashing Drake a smirk as his eyes fell upon them. Hearing the groans of their daughters, knowing they couldn't be so blatant in their overtures with their mothers around.
"Drake, come here for a minute," Idin called out to him once she had set up Regan's playpen in the shade yet close enough to the patio table so she could keep an eye on her daughter. "I do apologize for his choice of swimwear. I tried to get him to change."
"Don't be; it's no different than when we want to show off the girls. At least it looks good on him, compared to some men I've seen who shouldn't wear such things," Trish stated, with Marsha and Brie nodding along.
"Yeah," Drake said in a cool, aloof tone, playing off that he hadn't met the three women that were to be his Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday 'dates' when he got back into town Tuesday afternoon.
"Drake, I'd like you to meet Brie, Marsha, and Trish; they were very kind in welcoming us to the neighborhood when we moved back to the states," Idin introduced him to her friends. "So play nice, okay?" Whispering the last part into Drake's ear.
"Drake Lucian," he greeted, holding out his hand to them. Seeing the lust in their eyes, wondering if they were going to make trouble for him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Drake," Marsha cooed, her thumb brushing along the back of his hand as she held it. "I wonder how you got so handsome."
"Oh, you know, a nightly wet face mask," Drake responded, seeing how her eyes lit up in desire, knowing how she liked it when she drenched him in her juices. "Does wonders for the skin."
"I'll have to try that sometime," Marsha stated, her eyes speaking the name she knew him personally by.
"You must have really pushed yourself to get into such great shape," Trish praised, containing her glee at finally being able to be seen in an informal setting with him.
"Oh, I do spend far too much time in the gym; some days, it just feels like I live there."
"I know what you mean; I read in a magazine somewhere that if you exercise at night, you're likely to burn off more calories; I wonder if that's true," Trish said, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air. Her index finger lightly rested over his pulse, feeling its steady beat on her fingertip, the same beat she had felt when his cock sat in her mouth.
"Oh? Haven't heard of that; maybe you can direct me to this article. Between you and me..." Drake whispered low, leaning in, causing Trish to unconsciously mirror him, "it kind of feels like I'm being undressed when I'm there. So maybe switching up to nights won't be such a bad idea," he said, while his tone was passive, his eyes held a flirty light within them.
Brie opted for a hug instead of a handshake, which startled not only Drake but Idin as well. "That's my way of welcoming you to the community," Brie said with a warm smile with the underpinnings of want. "I hear you're the step-son; I know how this might be a strain on you," looping her arm around Drake's right, shooting her daughter a smirk, "and I know we only want you to feel comfortable here," she stated, noting how Marsha quickly commanded his right side as she guided Drake to Idin's patio table. "So, if you ever, and I mean ever, need someone to talk to, please, don't hesitate to call on me," Brie purred, leaning into him. "Dante." The name left her lips in a whisper as her lips tickled his left ear.
"That's right, Brie; we want everyone here at Garden Hills to feel like they're a part of one big family," Marsha cooed, pressing her breasts into Drake's right arm as her fingers skimmed along his back. "I'll make sure to keep a very close eye on you to ensure you're settling in here without any trouble."
"Drake, what do you say?" Idin asked, giving him a motherly look. She had thought they would be a bit too snobby for Drake's liking, yet it appeared they were going out of their way to welcome Drake into the fold. Pondering if this would give her a leg up in luring Drake away from Iliana and making him see she could be a better mother to him than Iliana ever was.
"Well, ladies, your welcome is most heartening to hear. I have to admit all this," waving to his surroundings, "is a bit daunting," Drake said, playing up his act.
"And we'll be sure to help you to fit into Garden Hills," Trish cooed from behind him. Casting Marsha a taunting look as her hands took command of Drake's ass. Drooling in her mind as she recounted the last time she had it in her hands. It was in the back of the limo that Winters Agency uses once the function she had attended was over. How her moans were filling the rear of the vehicle as his driver looped around the city to give her the much-needed time to have her way with the man and that orgasmic cock of his.
"Amina, do bring Drake's glass over here so we may get to know this young man," Marsha called out to her daughter. Seeing the scowl on her daughter's lips, knowing they had foiled their plans to make headway with Drake, or as they knew him as Dante. How her heart was trembling at the smirk, that same sly, sinful smirk Drake always wore when they were together as he peered over his right shoulder as Trish palmed his ass.
"Here, Drake," Amina said from behind him. Her eyes instinctively glanced down; the image of his erect cock flashed before her eyes. How she just wanted it in her mouth, more importantly, in her eager pussy. She knew if she could just get her lips, both sets, wrapped around that pole of his, she would be in Heaven. Although, she had a feeling she would become addicted to his cock. Her grey eyes flickered up, centering on his when his fingers brushed along hers. Amina fought herself from getting aroused in front of her mother and the others, yet she couldn't help it as she felt her nipples hardening beneath her top as those sinful eyes of his gazed at her. "Just remember, we invited you to this party, so don't forget about us," she cooed, winking at him before turning around, putting some swagger into the sway of her ass. Hoping he was watching how her black, metallic, mini o ring, cut out bikini moved with her ass. Also hoping it gave him some idea of the delights she could bring him when Drake was between her legs. A sultry smile formed on her lips as she peered over her shoulder, noting how he was sipping his wine as he watched her sauntering back to her lounger.
"So tell us, how does a young man like yourself come to enjoy the taste of a good wine?" Trish asked as they all, minus Drake, sat around Idin's patio table.
"Well... I don't know if that story is appropriate for such a setting as we find ourselves in," Drake uttered in a charming tone as his eyes held a devious light in them as he peered over the rim of his glass at her as he took a sip.
"We're all adults here; I don't see the harm in speaking candidly, do you?" Marsha asked, looking at the three of them.
"As long as it isn't too sordid, I too would like to know how and why you'd rather have wine than beer as the college kids enjoy?" Idin asked in a curious tone.
"See, I know this rather charming, intelligent woman, whose legs just go on forever," seeing how Trish's cheeks were heating given how it was about her, "at first I thought wine tasted awful, but that's coming from a boy who then just lost his virginity, who knew nothing of the world around him. She took me under her wing, granted I didn't put up much of a fuss about it, what horny boy would," seeing the lust in Trish's eyes as she watched how the pad of his index finger trailed along the rim of his glass, "over time, she taught me how to savor it, to look beyond the acidic taste, to enjoy the essences that the winemakers impart into it," Drake said in an alluring tone.
"And this woman, are you still seeing her?" Trish asked, knowing full well he would be given how she had booked him for Thursday.
"As much as her busy schedule allows."
"Are there any other women out there that have played a part in your advancement on the world stage?" Marsha asked, her fingers lightly danced up the back of Drake's right knee.
"There are, but I doubt they would be pleased if I spoke so openly about the qualities I find most attractive in them," Drake spoke in an apologetic voice.
"Surely, there must be something you can share with us that wouldn't break the trust they placed in you," Marsha said, her grey eyes danced in their wanton light as she peered up at him.
"There is this one brunette I know of who's far smarter than she lets on. It's always amusing to watch how whenever we're out, and some gentlemen think they could pull the wool over her eyes with some suave moves, or lack thereof, on their part, she gets this little light in her eye like the predator in her moves in for the kill, then well, I've never seen a grown man slink away like that in my life. It was rather amusing to watch," Drake spoke, fighting to hide his smile as he peered down at Marsha, whose eyes had a twinkle in them when they both knew he was talking about her.
"I'm sure there are other women you've been with that've left a lasting impression on you," Brie said, leaning back in her seat, crossing her legs. Showing off her silky, chocolate thighs that she knew he loved having wrapped around him.
"Oh, there are. Indeed there are," Drake nodded.
"Go on, regale us with your youthful exploits," Brie waved him on, eager to hear what he thought of her.
"Well, there is this one enticing woman I know," seeing Brie's eyes light up when his eyes slyly glanced at her, "even with my time in Italy, I could never find someone that could move her hips like she can on the dancefloor. There were a few times when we went out to a club or upscale bar where we were nearly thrown out of the establishment because it practically looked like we were having sex on the dancefloor. Not that I minded, really, don't think she minded either, if you know what I mean," Drake uttered, flashing Brie a flirty smile.
"So you've been to Italy?" Trish spoke; that was not something she knew about.
"I have; spent a year and a half there studying in my college's 'study abroad' program," Drake nodded, taking another sip of his wine.
"And while you were there, did you happen to learn their language?" Trish asked, wondering if she could take him with her when she traveled to the branch there for her business.
"Before, actually."
"You're telling me you really learned another language?" Idin asked in disbelief.
"I did."
"Dio, ti voglio così male in questo momento. Se hai infilato la mano nei miei pantaloncini, sentirai quanto sono bagnato per te (God, I want you so bad right now. If you stuck your hand into my shorts, you'll feel how wet I am for you)," Trish purred as she leaned forward on the table.
"Perché aspettare la prossima settimana, quando inizia il quartetto? (Why wait for next week, when does the foursome start?)" Drake asked, responding in kind.
"No-uh, sai che voglio solo te e solo tu, (Nah-uh, you know I only want you and you alone)," Trish uttered, her eyes held their hunger in them as his fluent Italian filled her ears.
"Non posso incolpare un uomo per aver provato (Can't blame a man for trying)," Drake said with a smile on his lips.
"Tu, permetterò di farla franca, perché mi scopi così fottutamente bene. Sai, quando devo dormire con quell'uomo, tu sei l'uomo a cui penso solo per scendere. Non riesco nemmeno più a sentirlo. Hai rovinato la mia figa; è meglio che te ne assuma la responsabilit�, (You, I will allow to get away with that, because you fuck me so fucking well. You know, when I have to sleep with that man, you're the man I think of just to get off. I can't even feel him anymore. You've ruined my pussy; you better take responsibility for it)," Trish said, fighting herself from rubbing her thighs together. Knowing that would only make her already wet pants noticeable on the seat of her shorts.
"Vedo, vedo, sarò sicuro di farti urlare il mio nome una dozzina di volte prima delle notti, (I see, I see, I'll be sure to make you scream my name a dozen of times before the nights over)," Drake mused before tipping up his glass and finishing up his wine.
"I'll look forward to it," Trish stated as she slowly spun her glass between her fingers. Seeing how the three of them were looking between the two of them wondering what they had just spoken about.
"Well, ladies, I'm getting a little toasty; I think I'm going to go for a dip; it was lovely meeting the three of you," Drake said in a polite tone.
"As well as it was our pleasure in meeting you, Drake," Marsha cooed up to him as her fingers ran down his thigh below the table so Idin wouldn't see.
"Come on, Drake, show us what you can do?!" Janet taunted as she, along with the others, watched on as he walked along the diving board.
"God, I just want to lick those muscles," Mikaela moaned low as Drake brought his arms out.
"You had his dick in your mouth; you go back to the end of the line," Amina chided playfully, keeping her voice low, so their parents didn't hear them. Wondering what kind of dive he would be doing as Drake bounced on the board with his back to the water. Feeling her pussy clenching as she watched how his stomach muscles tightened before he pulled out of his backwards pike. "Do it again!" she shouted out once Drake breached the water's surface.
"Nah-uh, why don't you show me what ya got," Drake taunted, wiggling his eyebrows before moving off to the four-and-a-half-foot mark to give Amina space. Watching how she strutted towards the diving board, making a grand show of displaying her body to him before doing a cannonball, turning his face before the splash caught him in the eyes. His eyes followed how she moved through the water. Arching an eyebrow as she used his body for cover as she slipped the front of his trunks down, exposing his manhood to her eyes. Keeping his face placid as her lips wrapped around his soft member. Seeing that devious grin on her lips as her head breached the water.
"So wha'd'ya think?" Amina taunted all the while she stood on her toes given the height differences between the two.
"Need to tuck your legs in just a bit more to really show off that tight derriere of yours," Drake flirted.
"Oh, liked what you saw, huh?" Amina asked in a sultry tone as she pressed her 38A breasts into his chest. All the while her hand was working his shaft, her eyes glanced over his shoulder, seeing their parents preoccupied with the discussion that was taking place. Slyly moving her bikini to the side, "Don't you like the feel of that better?" she asked as she rubbed his crown along her labia. Her body trembled as she rubbed his mushroom top against her clit. Longing to feel what it would be like deep inside of her. However, given his size, she knew she wouldn't be able to stay quiet, and she so didn't want to. She wanted to scream and moan to the Heavens, letting the world know just whose cock she was cumming on. Grumbling in her mind when her mother peered over at her, knowing she couldn't keep teasing him.
"Drake, it's almost one-thirty; you said you had to take a nap at two before you head into work," Idin called out, noticing how the three women were smiling like they knew something.
"Alright, sorry ladies, but it seems our time is up," Drake said, feeling Janet sliding her pussy down his back as she slid off his shoulders, ending the game of chicken they were playing in the pool.
"Do you have to go?" Mikaela pouted.
"Unfortunately, I do; no rest for the wicked, or so they say," Drake smirked before walking towards the underwater steps. Noting how Marsha's, Trish's, and Brie's eyes were glued to how the water glistened off his chest.
"What time do you need to be up?" Idin asked in a caring tone, all a ploy to gain Drake's trust and drive a wedge between him and Iliana.
"Seven, you ladies, don't stay out too long; such lovely skin shouldn't be allowed to burn," Drake flirted as he walked around the pool to fetch his towel.
"Lo bacierai e lo renderai migliore se lo faro? (Will you kiss it and make it better if I do?)" Trish called out to him; she couldn't take her eyes off his ass at how well his swim trunks clung to it.
"Sì, ma solo se chiedi a tutti i dolci, (Yes, but only if you ask all sweet-like)," Drake replied with that charming tone they knew so well.
"E se volessi portarti in Italia con me? (What if I wanted to take you to Italy with me?)" Trish asked, biting her lip, wanting to be that towel right then, running her tongue up and down his chest. Savoring the man that made her pussy melt with a look.
"Sai chi chiamare, (You know who to call)," Drake stated before entering his father's home.
"If you ladies will excuse me, I need to visit the little girl's room," Marsha said, getting up from her seat after a few minutes after Drake had retired. Not that she needed to use the bathroom, she just couldn't take it anymore. She needed to feel his tongue on her cunt, driving her mad with want like it always did. She couldn't chance them having sex; there was no way her moans wouldn't be heard as Drake buried that cock into her. However, she would settle for the consolation prize. That should hold her until Friday night, she hoped. Seeing her daughter fuming, Amina knew what she was going to do; it was the same thing Amina had planned on before she and the others ruined their chance.
"Drake... or would you prefer Dante?" Marsha cooed as she slipped into his room, noticing his swim trunks hanging to dry in the bathroom she had walked through to get to his room. Watching how his muscles moved as he turned towards her as she shut and locked his door.
"Drake when I'm not on the job," he said, dropping his towel onto the floor, knowing this might happen with one of them. He should have figured it might be Marsha, she had a very high libido, and she wasn't known for her patience when she wanted or needed sex. Although, he was surprised she lasted this long. He had figured he would have been mauled the moment they first came outside. No words needed to be said when they both knew what she wanted. Her moan filled his mouth as his hands slipped beneath her shirt while his tongue rolled within her own. Playing with her breasts just how she liked it when they made out. Watching the elation play across her face as he brought the woman the pleasure she has come to know beneath his touch. He wasn't a highly paid gigolo for nothing. Her grey eyes silently telling him what she needed as she offered no resistance as he pulled her shirt off.
"God, I want you so bad, it was murder watching you parade this body around in front of me, and I couldn't do a thing," Marsha stated as she pressed her bare 32B breasts into Drake's chest.
"Oh?"
"Mmmhmm, how I hated watching them throwing themselves at you when I couldn't do the same when we both know how well I can please this cock," Marsha uttered in a heated tone as she stroked Drake to full hardness. "Drake, I can't be gone long, or Idin will come looking for me. As much as I want this in me, how much would you charge me just to get me off with your tongue."
"Free just this once," Drake spoke in his professional voice as he lightly held her chin. Watching how her eyes quivered as the pad of his thumb ran along Marsha's lower lip.
"Good night, Drake; I'll see you Friday," Marsha cooed sweetly as she walked out of the room on very unsteady legs. Licking the corner of her lip as she walked back outside, gathering up the last remnants of Drake's seed.
"Are you alright, Marsha? You seem a little flushed?" Idin asked; if she didn't know better, she would have said she had just gotten fucked. Yet she wasn't gone long enough for that to happen, at least not to the point to make Marsha look like she was glowing from an orgasm. A very big orgasm, if she had to guess.
"Much better now, thank you for asking," Marsha stated, noting the glares of her friends, who knew exactly what just happened since they, too, knew the skill Drake had with his tongue.
"Ladies, can I ask you something?" Idin whispered, keeping her voice low.
"What about?" Brie asked, peering over at her.
"What do you know about someone named Dante Cole?" Idin asked, keeping how they reacted to that name to herself.
"Why do you ask?" Trish inquired, glancing at her two friends.
"Well, just the other day, Mario and I, along with the girls, were out at the country club, you know, getting to know the people of the community since we'll be living here for some time, and I heard that named mentioned an awful lot. Far too much to be simply passed around, if you know what I mean?"
"You want to know about Dante?" Amina interrupted; she wouldn't endanger Drake; no, she knew if she did, she would never see him again as well as be blacklisted from his agency. No, she just was a little irked that she had yet to have his cum flooding her mouth like she knew the three of them have had that pleasure.
"You know about this Dante Cole?" Idin asked suspiciously.
"We all do," Janet said, drying her hair as she came up from behind Amina. "There isn't a woman in this community that doesn't know who he is, except for you and Becky."
"Then who is he?" Idin uttered, eager to get to the bottom of this mystery.
"Someone you should stay away from," Marsha stated, "if you want to keep your marriage intact, that is."
"Why do you say that?"
"Oh, Dante is a renowned womanizer; he's already slept with half of the women in this place that I know of," Brie stated, trying to turn Idin off from finding out who Dante was. She wasn't about to lose access to Drake, not now, not ever!
"Why don't the guards keep the man out?!"
"Because the women love his big dick," Amina said in a crude tone.
"Amina!" Marsha chided, slapping her daughter's thigh.
"What it's true, you know it, and I know it, no reason to keep it from her. She'll hear about it eventually from someone else," Amina stated, shrugging her shoulders.
"Come on, no dick is that good that the wives of these men would throw away their marriages," Idin uttered in disbelief. Although she would be hypocritical if she didn't put herself in that column, yet she threw her first marriage away because of love and money.
"Guess you've never been fucked by a cock that's four inches thick, have you? And trust me, that man knows how to use what God gave him," Marsha stated truthfully.
"That's just..."
"Trust me, Idin, it's possible," Trish said, leaning back in her seat. "You don't forget that man once he's been hilt deep inside of you," she uttered in a dreamy tone.
"Have you?!"
"We all have," Brie stated, recounting their first time together. "Don't look so shocked, Idin; most of the women here are on their second or third marriages and thought of as nothing more than a trophy by their husbands; it's the same for us," she said, gesturing to Marsha and Trish. "Well, except for Trish, she's still on her first husband, but he's a workaholic, always jetting off somewhere. Always banging some woman in whatever city he's in. So we ladies thought, why not turn the tables on them since they care not to keep their dicks where they belong. Why Marsha told you to stay away from the man, because once you have that monster deep inside of you, you'll forget all about your husband," Brie spoke, lightly patting Idin's hand.
"We're going to go get changed and head to the mall for a bit," Amina said, placing a kiss on her mother's cheek, smelling Drake's cum lingering on her skin.
Amina peered into Drake's room, surprised to find the door unlocked once she, Janet, and Mikaela had changed into their clothes. Becky opted to stay home, citing she was rather worn out from their time in the pool. Whether or not that was true, Amina couldn't say, wondering if her friend was coming down with something or that maybe her friend was sexually frustrated as she was being denied the cock she's been wanting since she found out who Dante really was. Biting her lip, watching how his chest rose and fell as the sheet that covered him hid his lower half from view. Knowing she was going to fuck him one way or the other; even if she had to dip into her trust fund to make it happen, she would. She knew her mother had a 'date' with Drake on Friday; she's been talking about it nonstop ever since she had gotten confirmation from the Agency that Drake had accepted her request. Wondering if she could talk her mother into letting her tag along. Shaking her head, knowing her mother, she would shut her down in a heartbeat. Her mother didn't like to share, and when it came to Drake, she knew how possessive she was of her time with him. Silently shutting his door so as not to disturb him, she didn't want to ruin his sleep when he had most likely just fallen asleep.
"Okay, which one of your parents is going out of town soon?"
"Becky said something about having to watch Regan while her mom went with her dad so he could finalize some deal like the Monday after next, I think, why?" Janet asked, starting up her car that they had all rode in to Becky's place. Seeing Amina's huge grin on her lips as she peered at her friend in her rear-view mirror.
"Because I have a plan for us to finally have what our mothers have constantly been bragging about," Amina stated with a conniving grin on her lips, feeling her pussy throbbing at the thought of finally having Drake between her legs.
******
"Holy?!" Drake scrambled back as a tiny face filled his groggy eyes. "Bloody nearly gave me a heart attack, you little gremlin," he grumbled; however, he did not find her sweet, innocent laugh all that sweet or innocent, at least not in his half-asleep state of mind. Hearing feet rushing towards his room, Becky's reddish-brown hair was flying each and every way as her unsupported breasts bounced beneath her shirt.
"I'm sorry about that, Drake, Regan can be quite sneaky when she wants to be," Becky said, plucking her sister off of Drake's bed. "She just really likes you," she stated, to which Regan nodded along. "It's just been Regan and me for the past year and a half, with Mom and Dad attending every dinner or function they can. We've bonded, haven't we, you little troublemaker." Smiling at her sister, who was wearing her own toothy grin. "I'm sorry she woke you up; it kind of gets lonely here when the two of them are off in their own little world. I'll let you get back to sleep."
"What time is it anyway?" Drake mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"About seven o'clock."
"Nah, had to get up anyway," Drake yawned as he checked the time, which read 6:40 on his phone's screen.
"Drake, can I ask you something?" Becky spoke in a soft tone as she sank down onto the bed as Regan held onto her shirt.
"Hmm?"
"If Mom and the others hadn't come out earlier today, how far would you have gone with them?"
"Hard to say; guess we'll never know," Drake uttered with a shrug.
"But you were flirting, and you even made Mikaela suck you to completion," Becky whispered the last part so her parents wouldn't hear.
"So?" Drake asked with an arched eyebrow. "She's eighteen; she's old enough to make her own choices. She could have chosen not to do that, yet she did. Why don't you ask her why she did it in the first place?"
"Because I'm asking you," Becky said, puffing out her cheeks, which Regan quickly deflated. "Because you aren't the same boy I knew growing up. You didn't have that," waving her hand up and down his chest, "four years ago, you weren't this suave man as they call you. You had to know that was going to happen, right?"
"Yeah, had a feeling; it's not the first blowjob I had in public before," Drake admitted, seeing the genuine shock in her eyes when he said that.
"You really let women do that?!"
"What's the fascination with my love life?" Drake asked, leaning back against the headboard, bending his left knee to hide his manhood from her view.
"Because I don't have one," Becky mumbled low.
"Why not? You're attractive," noticing how she was blushing like mad as she dropped her chin, "I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem finding someone to date."
"Yeah, but the guys around here come off too shallow and too entitled. It just kills the mood, you know?" Becky uttered low as she glanced out of the corner of her eye at him. "Plus, I'm not very good at it, I've only had sex one time, and that was before I left with Mom and Dad, and it wasn't even that good."
"Ah, and you don't know if you'll be any better if you did such with someone else. Is that what I'm getting out of this?" Drake asked, seeing how she weakly nodded. His eyes glanced to the door, hearing footsteps approaching.
"Oh?!" Idin uttered in surprise, seeing Drake already awake, wondering why Becky was in his room. "I was just coming to wake you up."
"Regan beat you to it," Becky stated, smiling at her mother.
"I see. Did you wake your brother up, huh?" Idin spoke in a warm motherly voice as she took Regan from Becky. "Becky, don't bother your brother for too long, he has to get ready for work, and you need a bath," she said, lightly tickling Regan's stomach as she walked down the hall to the master bedroom that rested on the other side of the house.
"Close the door and lock it," Drake directed, noticing the startlement in Becky's eyes at his words. "You want to get better, yes?" Seeing her nod her answer, "Well, the only way you're going to get better is with practice," he stated, lowering his leg as he cast his sheet off his body, showing his half-sister his naked lower half. "And the best way to practice is with someone willing to teach you. Now I'm willing; the question is, are you prepared to go that far?" Drake asked in a seductive tone.
"But... but..."
"No buts, either you want to, or you don't. There are no buts. I'm just a man, and you're just a woman. That's all that matters right now," Drake said, watching how her eyes were transfixed on his manhood as it began to harden under her gaze. "The door," he ordered; his eyes followed her as she leapt from the bed, silently closed the door, and turned the lock.
"W-w-what do you want me to do?" Becky asked nervously.
"First, I want you to take a breath and relax. Come sit," patting the spot beside him, "there's no need for you to be nervous, Beck, you're not doing anything yet, just staring at my cock," noting how red her face was getting, "I take it you've never seen one so... large before?" Drake asked, her hair brushing along her back as she shook her head.
"He was nowhere near your size," Becky spoke, swallowing hard. "Don't you hurt women with that thing?!" Feeling herself smiling at Drake's chuckle.
"No, I'm not in the business of hurting women, Becky. It's why I learned how to eat pussy so well. You just can't shove this thing in them and not expect something to tear," Drake stated, gesturing down to his cock. "You have to prepare them beforehand, or you'll cause the woman pain and maybe days of healing, and if that's the case, she'll remember that and shy away from those that failed to heed her words."
"What do you mean prepare them?" Becky asked in an innocent tone as she brushed strands of her hair behind her ear.
"Touching them, sucking on them, playing with them, that sort of thing."
"W-w-would you want to touch me?" Becky stammered bashfully.
"Do you want me to?"
"Maybe, we really didn't know what we were doing then, so I wasn't really all that wet..."
"You've never had someone go down on you?" Drake asked, arching an eyebrow when she shook her head. "Would you want me to taste you?"
"Please," Becky whispered weakly.
"Relax," Drake said softly as he noted her trepidation as his right hand gently caressed her left cheek as he pulled her closer to him. "I'm not going to hurt you," he spoke in a confident tone. Feeling how anxious she was as their lips touched, how she gradually softened as he showed her the skill he had earned from his years as a gigolo. Noticing how firm and full her breasts were as he fondled her through her shirt. Keeping her mind focused on his lips while his hand explored her body. Noting how her legs opened, allowing his fingers access to her womanhood. Feeling her trembling against him as he teased her covered labia. Watching how she was slowly giving in to the pleasure she felt building within her body. How her hips were starting to rock on instinct, to how her mound was steadily growing hotter by the second. "Take off your shorts," Drake commanded in a tone that wasn't hard yet spoke his years of experience. "Cute," he said, noting her strawberry-printed panties.
"Thanks," Becky responded, mentally smacking herself at how corny her reply was.
"You might want to get a pillow ready?" Drake warned as he moved to kneel between her legs. Noticing how her reddish-brown bush dominated her mons Venus.
"Why?"
"To muffle your moans, unless you want them to hear you screaming when you orgasm because that is going to happen," Drake said confidently.
Becky's hand quickly darted out to the right of her, grabbing the pillow he had been sleeping on as she felt the stirrings of her orgasm rapidly approaching. She had thought the rumor was just that, a rumor, yet as Drake's tongue explored her hairy cunt, she nearly lost herself to the pleasure she's never felt before. It was a far different kind of pleasure she normally got from fingering herself. She's never felt herself getting so wet and so quickly before. Burying her face into the pillow as she screamed out in ecstasy. Feeling her juices just gushing out of her as her body quaked from her very first massive orgasm.
"Want another?" Drake asked in a sinful tone.
"Y-Yes," Becky uttered from beneath the pillow. Lifting up her shirt so he could see what her breasts looked like, she thought it was only fitting since she had seen him naked and how he was currently between her legs. Her thighs locked Drake's head in place as once again she came hard upon that tongue of his. Breathing heavily beneath the pillow, feeling Drake sliding out from between her legs as her body was racked with the aftershocks. Her eyes went wide when Drake lifted the pillow from her face, and his hard, pulsating cock was no less than three inches from her face.
"Suck it," Drake ordered. "Only take in as much as you can. Don't try to overcompensate for your lack of experience. You'll only hurt yourself if you do," he stated, taking hold of her hair, not to dominate her, or control her, but to show her the correct way to suck a man off, that men enjoy feeling. "No teeth use your lips, tongue, your neck, and the movement of your head, but never teeth. You wouldn't want me to scrape my teeth along your clit, would you? A cock is just as sensitive as your clit is. Yeah, there you go," he directed, watching how her cheeks sunk in as her lips molded to the shape of his rod. "There's no shame in using your hands, Becky, if you can't handle all of the man you're with at any given moment." Seeing how those aquamarine eyes were staring up at him as he spoke. "Keep going. I'm all most there; I take it you've never swallowed before." Nodding in understanding at her muffled 'Nuh-uh' that escaped from around his cock. "Do you want to try, or should I get that towel that's still on the floor?"
"I want to try; you ate me out; only fair I taste you, too," Becky said, taking a break, giving her jaw time to relax, and wiping her drool from her chin. Returning his rod back to her mouth, wanting to please him just as much as he had pleased her. Now she understood why her friends were so gaga over her brother. If he was like that with everyone's pussy, she could understand why her friends were so blatant when they were lounging beside the pool. "You ready?" Seeing how she blinked twice, watching how her eyes twitched at her first taste of a man's cum. Rubbing her back as she coughed into her hand to muffle the sound so as not to alert their father. "If you don't want to do that, you just tell whomever you're with to cum on your tits or stomach, alright? You don't have to swallow if you can't stand the taste of it."
"Can we try that again?" Becky asked, eager to prove herself.
"Not at the moment; I have to shower and get ready to leave," Drake said, wrapping his damp towel around his waist so he could walk to the bathroom without appearing to be insensitive to the women living in that house.
"But when you come back to visit? Can we?"
"Sure, if you want," Drake stated, wondering how his mother would take the news that he was corrupting his sister, at least that's what his father would say anyway. Looking down when Becky took hold of his wrist.
"Drake, do you think you could fuck a pussy like mine?" Becky asked, the need to be seen as a woman, to feel wanted and desired, burned in her eyes as she spread her legs, showing off how wet her mound was.
"Until you begged me to stop," Drake uttered in a seductive tone as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead before walking out the door.
"Drake?" Mario's voice came through the closed door as Drake was nearly ready to leave for that evening.
"Yeah?"
"Can I come in?"
"I'm decent."
Whistling as he entered the room, noting how well Drake's navy blue suit jacket hugged his shoulders and conformed to his chest. Noticing how his gold, engraved cufflinks glinted in the light as Drake fastened them to his shirt. "You have to tell me where you're getting your suits. I've never seen such workmanship off the rack," Mario spoke, heaping his praise onto his son.
"Because these are custom-made suits," Drake stated truthfully, taking his father by surprise.
"No wonder they look so good; they must have cost you a pretty penny."
"Small business expense that I have to indulge in from time to time," Drake said offhandedly.
"So, is this place here in the city?"
"Yes."
"You going to tell me, or am I going to have to pull it out of you?" Mario asked in a warm, fatherly tone.
"Look up Fior Bespoke in Google. That's where I buy mine from," Drake said, sliding his phone and money clip into the left inside pocket of his suit jacket. It wasn't lost on him that his father's eyes widened at the sight of the amount of one hundred dollar bills that were held within his clip.
"And those cufflinks, where do you find them? You know, since I took the Vice President spot, I have to project a certain air. If the employees see that I'm doing well, that means the company is doing well, and they'll be more focused on work than if they'll be out of a job, you know what I mean?"
"Try Montblanc or King Jewelers; they have some pretty good selections," Drake stated as he buttoned the first button of his jacket.
"You know, if you have time, we still have leftovers from dinner if you need something to eat before you head out," Mario offered.
"Can't, meeting a client for dinner at The Chief and I on Ninth here in... half an hour," Drake said, checking the time on his Aqua Master. Noticing how his father was staring at the diamonds that surrounded the face of his watch. He was being flashy for a reason. To show his father he'd made something of himself without his influence or his backing and that he would continue on that path until he aged out of being a gigolo.
"I've never been there before; you'll have to tell me how it is," Mario lied; he wondered if his son was lying to him.
"You should; their rabbit is pretty good; you should try it sometime," Drake stated, patting his father's arm, carrying his bags in his left hand as he walked down the hall.
"Holy shit, he wasn't fucking lying; their rabbit is delicious!" Mario cursed in his mind at the realization of what that meant. Noting how Drake stopped in his tracks when Regan jumped into his path before he turned into the foyer, holding her outstretched arms to him. Noticing how Drake moved his right arm, knowing what his son was doing, he had done so most of his professional life when he unbuttoned his own suit jacket as Drake squatted down. Watching how Regan gave Drake a big ol' kiss on his right cheek before Idin took hold of Regan's hand, telling her Drake had to go to work when she started to make a fuss.
"Honey, I think Drake's loaded," Mario stated once Drake was out the front door.
"Why do you say that?" Idin asked, confused.
"Besides the fact he was carrying around about two or three grand on him, he's got at least that in the watch and cufflinks he's wearing, and I don't want to know how much that suit cost him," Mario stated, listing off what he had seen.
"Come on, Mario, that can't be right; how can a college boy have that kind of money?"
"I don't even want to know, but I do know he told me his suits are custom made, and that's not cheap." Nodding his head at Idin's gaping mouth. "Not only that, he's meeting a client of his at The Chief and I on Ninth for dinner. I don't have to tell you how expensive and how sought-after reservations are for that place, do I?"
"Well, if he does have that much money, we need to get him thinking about investing some of it, so he'll have something to fall back on when he retires. I know if we get him started now, he'll be a millionaire by the time he retires," Idin said in a motherly voice as she led her daughter and husband back into the den.
Chapter Six
"Drake, Drake," Iliana cooed lightly into her son's ear, who had spooned her the moment he got home last night. "Baby, it's time to get up," she said sweetly as she caressed her lover's face. "Come on, Cybil will be here soon," Iliana stated, shaking her son awake. "Poor sleepy head, you can sleep in the car," she uttered, pushing Drake's weary body out of their bed. "I'll make you some coffee," Iliana spoke as she neared the door, watching and hearing his rather loud yawn. How she couldn't wait to be out of the city with only him, not counting Cybil and what they had planned on doing that night. Still, it would be their first out-of-town trip together where she could finally show off the man who had won her heart.
"Don't fuck up my car," Drake said in a tired tone when Franklin was sitting at their kitchen table up early to study for the test he had in his summer class. Seeing his brother's eyes lighting up when he dropped the keys for his BMW into his hand. "You tear, dent, scratch, wreck, speed, get a flat tire, I'm holding you responsible for any and all costs it will take to get the car back into its former condition, we clear?"
"Yeah, yeah, no need to get your panties in..."
"You don't seem to understand what I'm saying; that's my image, my means of earning money; you would be on me in a flash if I disregarded your football gear and left it out in the rain and snow," Drake stated, glaring down at his brother. "I don't work my tail off just so you and Aydin can squander my money."
"Drake, you're being too hard on your brother," Iliana said sweetly; she couldn't resist smiling when it felt like Drake was dressing down his son and not his brother. "I'm sure Franklin and Aydin will take good care of your car while we're in Knoxville, won't you?" she asked, resting her chin on Drake's right shoulder as she hugged him from behind.
"I promise, Drake, it won't have a ding on it when you get back," Franklin stated firmly, knowing Drake did have to keep up his image. They all knew how hard Drake had been working since his return home from Italy, all so they could still call their home, home. He didn't want to know what would have happened to them if they had lost the house and lost the means of continuing to go to college. Watching as Drake dropped sixty dollars onto the table.
"For gas and something for you two to eat tonight. Don't think Mom wants to come home to find the kitchen destroyed with whatever monstrosity you two cook up," Drake teased, hearing his mother giggle behind him. "The car stays in the garage when you're not using it." Seeing his brother nod in understanding as headlights shone through the front window.
"Come on, honey," handing Drake his cup of cappuccino she had placed in a traveling cup as her left hand slid into his right, "we should get going if we want to make it to Knoxville before eight-thirty," Iliana stated with a loving smile on her lips. Seeing how Drake savored his first sip of his coffee, knowing she had made it just right for him. "Franklin, you and Aydin don't stay up too late, and no parties while we're gone," she said in a stern motherly tone.
"Call me if the car isn't ready by tomorrow," Drake called out to his brother before shutting the door behind him.
"Morning, you two," Cybil said in a cheery tone as she got her bag out of the trunk of her car.
"Morning, Cybil, you ready for this conference?" Iliana asked, opening the trunk of the Audi so Cybil could place her own bag with theirs she had preloaded the previous evening due to how late Drake would be given that was the trade-off he made to get these two days off. She knew he was giving up a lot of money to go with them, and she was going to ensure that he got every penny's worth in the form of her pussy and mouth, along with Cybil's. "Try this," she said with a smile on her lips in the light of the trunk as she handed Cybil her own coffee.
"Oh, is this from the famous cappuccino machine I've heard so much about?" Cybil asked, smiling at Iliana while her eyes were glued on Drake as he opened the reared passenger door.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed.
"Okay, I can see why you said that; this is damn good," Cybil moaned as the hot caffeinated beverage played along her tongue. "So, why is he riding in the back?" she asked low.
"Oh, Dante had to work late last night and didn't get in until almost one in the morning, so he's a little bit cranky right now."
"I see, then I think he needs a good sucking to really ease him into his sleep," Cybil stated, hoping her friend would let her.
"Just don't stain the leather; Dante paid a lot for this car; I would hate to have to have it detailed so soon," Iliana said, winking at her friend as she took Cybil's coffee cup from her and walked around the car as Cybil closed the lid of the trunk.
Cybil was giggling like a schoolgirl as she approached the rear driver's side door. She's been dreaming of this moment all week long. Recounting how her husband had been begging her not to do this, that he would do whatever she wanted. She knew he knew the moment she had that fat cock in her, he would never compete with the owner of that cock again. That the moment she came on it, she would seek it out again if he thought she would put up with his cheating again. She told him flat out it was going to happen, whether he liked it or not. Just like she forgave him for his months-long affair with that big-breasted cunt from a block down the road. It was only fair that she had her own affair to even the score, at least she thought as much. Whether or not he was still there when they returned on Tuesday afternoon, she already had a plan in place. She would clean him out, get the house and custody of their kids, and he would only get a quarter of his paycheck to live on. She thought it a fitting price to pay for his cheating.
"Hi, Dante," Cybil cooed as the door softly closed, encasing the two of them in the rear of the car.
"Hello," cupping his hand over his mouth as he yawned loudly, "sorry about that," Drake mumbled.
"It's quite alright; I heard you had a late night," Cybil said, inching closer to Drake.
"I did," Drake agreed, taking a sip of his coffee as his mother started up the car.
"And that's why I'm back here, to give you a little something to help you sleep," Cybil spoke in a sultry tone as her hand slid along his lap. Feeling his soft mound of flesh beneath her touch.
"That so?"
"Mmmhmm," Cybil hummed as she rubbed his manhood through his jeans. "I hope you brought a whole box of condoms with you because I want to be so sore in the morning people will be wondering what all I've done the night before," she purred as she felt him responding to her touch. "How about we take this guy out, and I'll give you a taste of what's in store for you this evening," Cybil stated in a heated tone.
"Knock yourself out," Drake uttered with a coy grin.
"Mmm... would you just look at that cock, and this is what a cock should look like," Cybil said, practically drooling as her fingers wrapped around Drake's shaft.
"I know, there's just nothing like it," Iliana said dreamily as she pointed her car towards I-40 for their three-and-a-half-hour drive to Knoxville.
"Please, tonight, be gentle with me; I've never had something so big in me before," Cybil stated with innocence as she peered up at him while she continued to stroke him to full hardness.
"I would never; by the time I'm out from between your legs, you'll be so wet, it will just slide right in," Drake said with confidence.
"Do... do you mean you're going to eat my married pussy?" Cybil asked, forgetting the last time her husband had put any effort into the act.
"Of course, ask Iliana what you're in store for," Drake spoke with a cocky grin on his lips.
"Cybil, have you ever cum from oral in two minutes?" Iliana asked, smirking into her rearview mirror.
"What?! That's not possible!"
"Neither is that cock in your hand, yet my baby can and has done so numerous times to my sweet little cunt, haven't you, baby?" Iliana asked, blowing Drake a kiss in the mirror.
"Mmmhmm, and who wouldn't want to see that pretty little pussy all creamy, hmm?" Drake flirted.
"Two minutes?! You two aren't fucking with me, are you?" Cybil asked, looking between the two. Feeling her mound quivering in anticipation when she stared into those eyes of his as the streetlights played along his face.
"I never boast about my skill; I am that good. Are you prepared for the delights that await you on the tip of my tongue?" Drake spoke in a seductive tone as he cradled her chin between his thumb and index finger.
"No, but neither was Columbus when he set out to find the New World, and tonight, I plan on planting my flag on the shores of discovery," Cybil purred before inhaling his cock. "Oh, God, it's so fucking big!" she exclaimed once she came up for breath.
"Did warn you," Iliana spoke with a smirk on her lips.
"I just want the whole thing in my mouth," Cybil moaned as she went back to her task. In her fourteen years of marriage, she's never once thought about seeking out another man. She was content with remaining a faithful wife to her husband; however, he set this into motion, set her out on this course of action to have another man between her legs. She would not return to that marriage with the scales so heavily weighted in his favor. She wanted her husband to know she could easily find another cock to take care of her needs. Now once she returned home, the slate would be cleared, and they could hopefully build back their marriage; nevertheless, this time, he would have to truly show her that he wanted to stay married to her. She wasn't going to be the only one trying to make it work like she has been doing for the past two months. Her hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her covered mound as she pleasured that hard, fat tool of Drake's. How she couldn't wait to sit on it. To feel how full it would make her. To have it stretching her out like no man has done. She just hoped she'd be able to walk to the conference the next day. "Cum in my mouth; I want you on my tongue all through the morning," Cybil growled in lust before her lips engulfed his rod once again.
Iliana was fighting herself from rubbing her pussy as she listened on. How the sound of Cybil sucking off her son made her so wet. It took all her will power not to pull the car over to the shoulder of the interstate and join Cybil in the backseat. Yet she was her son's cuckquean, and this was for her friend's benefit, to show her that there were men out there willing to pick up the slack if her husband no longer wanted to share her bed.
"God, fuck condoms; I want to feel you soiling my pussy with this thing!" Cybil said, throwing caution to the wind. "I'm clean, so you don't have to worry about anything, except if I can't get enough of this fat cock," she purred before swirling her tongue around Drake's deflating crown.
"What about pregnancy?" Drake asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Oh, that," waving off his worry, "a cyst formed on my ovaries after the birth of my second child, which ruptured, causing internal bleeding which caused the doctors to remove them to be safe so that it wouldn't turn into cancer. So you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant. Now you just relax and enjoy your nap," Cybil cooed, lightly kissing his lips, loving the taste of his cum as it lingered on her tongue.
******
"Baby? We're here," Iliana whispered lightly as she jostled Drake's knee to wake him from the nap he's been in for the past three hours.
"Where...? Oh, right," Drake mumbled as his fogged mind caught up to his waking body. "So where's this conference supposed to be held?" he asked, stretching in his seat. Noting how his mother's eyes lingered on his chest when his shirt became taut as he did so. Seeing that smile on her lips, the same smile he's seen all his life whenever she would wake him.
"They're holding it in some giant room in the hotel like they always do," Cybil stated in a dispassionate tone.
"You don't sound too eager to go to this thing?" Drake spoke as he opened the car door.
"Hell no, I know what I'll be thinking about throughout those long, boring speeches," Cybil said with a rather sexy smile on her lips.
"And whatever could that be?" Drake asked with a knowing smile, walking to the back of the car to get his and his mother's bags out of the trunk.
"Oh, you know, how much I'm going to cream that cock of yours, and how much cum you'll be pumping into my pussy, mmm, nice and firm," Cybil purred as she grabbed handfuls of Drake's left ass cheek. "I bet you can bounce a quarter on your ass."
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Drake flirted as his mother lowered the trunk.
"Dante, are you hungry?" Iliana asked, slipping her hand into his once she had taken her bag from him.
"Little bit; why?" Drake inquired, peering over at his mother as they walked towards the front entrance.
"We passed a pancake house just a mile down the road from here," nodding in its direction, "so if you want to go, you can; we won't be stopping till one then breaking for a thirty-minute lunch, which the hotel will be serving," Iliana said, a little miffed she wouldn't be able to head up to their room for a hot tryst with her son. "Then we'll end the day around five, so you'll be on your own for a bit. Do you think you'll survive?" she asked with a teasing smirk on her lips.
"Yeah, I think so," Drake retorted, seeing his mother's eyes widen at the spank he landed on her ass. Glancing to his right as they passed the gym on their way to the reception desk.
"Welcome to the Hyatt hotel; how can I help you?" asked the kind young man that stood behind the desk.
"Yes, we're here for the security and data conference," Iliana said, stepping up to the desk, giving the man the company she and Cybil were with.
"And you, sir?" the man asked, looking at Drake.
"Oh, he's not here for the conference; he's here to be our entertainment for the evening," Iliana uttered with a seductive smile on her lips as she peered back at her son, getting a lustful 'Mmmhmm' out of Cybil when she spoke those words.
"I can certainly see why; the man's delicious," the man cooed as he checked Drake out. "If it doesn't work out, can I throw my hat in the ring?"
"Oh, I'm never throwing him away; just look at him; I'm not that crazy," Iliana said, chuckling along with the receptionist.
"Is the gym open for guests or...?" Drake spoke, smirking wickedly at his mother.
"The gym is open, and you're free to use it anytime you want," the man said in a polite tone.
"Good, and thank you, it's been so hectic with work for the past few days, haven't had the chance to get a decent workout in," Drake said, watching the drool just forming at the corners of his mother's and Cybil's mouths as he flexed his muscles. Seeing how their minds went blank as he put on a little show for them. While he wasn't into guys, that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the look on the man's face. It was nice to know that if he was gay, he would just be as lucky as he was then with the ladies. "So, how about you take that card, and we'll go up to our room," he spoke in a very charming and very alluring tone as he rested his bag over his shoulder, displaying how taut his bicep was after all the years of constantly going to the gym has turned his once scrawny body into a lean, tight, muscular form. Wiggling his eyebrows as he flexed his pectoral muscles, whistling innocently as he walked off towards the elevators.
"That's just wrong, and you know it!" Iliana called out to him, feeling her body heating and a groan of want escaping her lips when Drake just smacked his ass to get a rise out of her. Which he knew would work. She did love holding onto it when he brought her to the edge of her blissful wonderland and down over the raging falls filled with ecstasy and lust.
"Is he always so... insatiable?" Cybil asked; her pussy was threatening to drown her panties in her juices as her mind played out what she would be doing to that hot, hard body of his.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as she dragged her lip along her teeth, remembering the Christmas he came home before leaving for Italy. Recounting how that white turtleneck he was wearing gave her a glimpse at the body her son had earned.
"This is the meal you've wanted, isn't it?" Drake asked, holding up the front of his shirt and showing off his hard abs to the two of them.
"You're going to eat me out right this second?!" Cybil growled, pushing Drake onto one of the full-size, matching beds that were in the room. "There is no way in hell I'm going to sit through that boring-ass crap when I'm fucking horny as all hell?!" Seeing how Iliana had the same thought as she did as she too was unzipping her skirt that she was wearing as well, as her own hit the floor. Revealing to Drake's eyes the rather sexy white pair of panties she had bought just for this trip Saturday.
"Well, then ladies, your seat awaits," Drake said, tapping his lips.
"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh fuck me, yes!" Cybil hollered out as she came hard on his tongue as she rode his face. "Fuck I need another; I've never been eaten out this well in my life!" she cried out, hoping the people in the room above them couldn't hear what was happening in their room. "God damn!" Were the only words she could get out before her body convulsed and fell to the left of him as she lost herself in her orgasm.
"Baby, you won't leave me wanting, will you?" Iliana asked in a sweet tone as she dried his face.
"Have I ever turned you down?" Drake asked.
"Once, but that was to teach me a lesson, so I don't count it," Iliana said, referencing the night before Christmas when she sucked his cock while he was sleeping.
"Then get up here and show me that pussy that I love making cum just for me," Drake said with a loving smile on his lips. Seeing the light flare in his mother's eyes when he said that.
"You're so good to me," Iliana sighed as she caressed his face before scurrying to sit on his face when she noted the time. Hearing her son coughing beneath her when she drowned him in her juices that had just gushed out of her from her orgasm. What could she say? Even after all this time, her son has yet to diminish in his skill; in truth, she got the feeling they've only strengthened since they became a couple. "One more baby, then we have to go. Now make my pussy fucking sloppy wet!" she growled as she took hold of tufts of his hair and rode his face hard. "God, I love tasting me on your tongue," Iliana purred as they shared a passionate kiss as she and Drake stood in the room's doorway. Slipping the room key into his front pocket. Noticing the far-off dreamy look on Cybil's face as she gazed at her son.
"Well, if you hurry back, you might get to taste something else with you on it," Drake spoke in a sinful tone as he rubbed his mother's hand along his rousing manhood.
"That's just playing dirty?!" Iliana bemoaned.
"With how hot you are, Iliana, I have to play dirty," Drake retorted with a coy smirk on his lips. Watching how red his mother's face was getting.
"Ugh!" Iliana groaned in aggravation as she stomped down the hall. "This isn't over! You hear me!"
"And you know where to find me, Iliana; I'm not hiding," rolling his body in a sexual manner to get his mother even hornier than she already was at that point, "I'm all the more willing to make you howl at the moon," Drake called out to her.
"Be safe when you go out, and don't work too hard in the gym," Cybil said, getting her parting words in. Glad to see that her friend had someone who cared about her like she saw in Drake's eyes.
"Dante?"
"Yeah?" Drake's voice carried down the hall.
"Love you, get you something to eat, okay?" Iliana spoke in a loving, motherly tone, seeing him nod as her face burned like mad as his words rattled inside of her head. Who was dancing a jig inside of it at the realization that her son thought she was hot.
******
Drake noted the looks he had garnered the moment he walked into to the local pancake house. It was normal for him, so it didn't bother him all that much. In Italy, he was practically the norm wherever he went, so he never really noticed the looks he had gotten when he first returned from his time overseas. He did, however, notice how the three younger waitresses were glaring at the woman who appeared to be in her early thirties approached him with a menu in her hand.
"You new here?"
"Just visiting for the day," Drake said in a polite tone as she set his menu before him.
"Would you like to hear the specials?" the waitress asked, then rattled them off.
"I'll have the second one with a glass of orange juice, and how's your coffee?" Drake asked, smiling up at the woman.
"Not bad if I say so myself," she said with an alluring smile.
"Let me get a cup of that as well," Drake said, handing the menu back to her as she finished writing down his order.
"Coming right up," she cooed with a wink before heading off to fulfill his order.
Pulling out his phone and opened the tracker app he had installed on his phone and his car. He didn't trust his brothers not to go joyriding in his rather expensive BMW. Seeing his smile reflected back at him on the screen of his phone as the blinking dot flashed, showing his car was sitting in the parking lot of his brothers' college. Shutting off the app when he saw the woman returning with his drinks.
"Ah, just what I needed, hot java?!" Drake sighed; the few intermittent hours of sleep he had gotten weren't enough, in his opinion.
"Rough night?"
"No, late-night, four hours of sleep is not enough to be among the living," Drake joked, casting the woman a warm smile.
"Tell me about it; I'm lucky to get a good solid five hours in."
"I do hope it's some lucky man making you restless," Drake flirted, seeing how the woman's cheeks heated.
"No, rowdy kids," she said with a flirty smile. "Although, I could go for some restlessness," she uttered, her desire clear as day.
"When's your next break?"
"When you're through eating," she spoke, telling him she was all the more willing to bounce on his pole.
"You see that, Audi?" Drake asked, pointing at his former car.
"Mmmhmm."
"I'll drive around back, and we'll see if an angel can sing," Drake said sinfully.
"You sure you have the juice to satisfy this?" she asked in a sultry tone, waving her hand up and down her body.
"Oh, that's not in question; the question you have to ask yourself is: will once be enough," Drake uttered with a libidinous smirk on his lips.
"We shall see, won't we?" she cooed before moving off to take the couple's order that just sat down in her section.
Looking over as his phone rang as he was pouring his second creamer into his coffee. "Hello?" Drake answered softly once he brought it to his ear.
"Hello, son." Drake kept his sigh from his voice, hoping to go one day without hearing his father's voice in his ear.
"Hello, Dad; why are you calling so early?"
"Just want to see if you'll do Idin and me a favor."
"What kind of favor?"
"You see, my company just closed a rather large deal, and as a show of good faith on our part, I'm heading down to Atlanta to finalize the deal and to smooth over any ruffled feathers before the signing. We were hoping you could swing by, or better yet, stay here and check in on Becky and Regan while we're away. I know Becky's an adult now; even in a gated community like this, I feel it's unsafe to leave her unprotected in this large house by herself. I just don't want something happening to her while we're away."
"And when is this?"
"We leave here at seven to catch our ten-thirty flight to Atlanta next Monday."
"Hold on, let me check my schedule," opening up his calendar, seeing no overnight 'dates' had been set up in advance as they normally are, which meant once the 'date' was over, a quicky in the back of the limo, he would be free for the rest of the night, "alright, I can do it, but I'm working all next week, so she'll only be alone for a few hours."
"I can understand that, and I do appreciate this, son. It means a lot to Idin and me, knowing Becky and Regan will be watched after. Why don't you come over for dinner tonight, before you have to go to work..."
"Can't I'm out of town at the moment."
"Oh? When will you be back?"
"Sometime tomorrow."
"Okay, well, maybe we can set something up for Wednesday night?"
"Sometime around six, have an eight o'clock appointment with a client," Drake stated, knowing that was the night Brie had scheduled for the two of them. She hadn't requested the limo, which meant he would be picking her up, not that he minded; he did enjoy how she usually greeted him when he arrived at her home. He knew they gave the guard at the entrance to the gated community a show plenty of times as Brie insisted on road head.
"Son, you're going to have to tell me what kind of job in entertainment, you have that you have meetings well into the night."
"It's no different than the dinners you have. Don't you write those off as business meetings?" Drake shot back.
"I... okay, good point."
"Listen, my breakfast is here; I'm going to let you go," Drake said, watching his waitress carrying his plate of two sunny-side-up eggs, hash browns, two sausage links, buttered toast, and his single pancake.
"Okay, son, I hope you enjoy it; we'll see you Wednesday night."
"Would you like some jelly for your toast?"
"Yes, if you don't mind, apple if you have it; if not, grape will do," Drake spoke in a warm tone.
"I believe we do; give me one second," she said, winking at Drake before walking off to the counter. Speaking to one of the other waitresses, who handed her two packs of apple jelly. "Now, if you need anything else, you just let me know," she stated, lightly placing her hand on Drake's shoulder before moving off to check on the other guests that were sitting in her section so she could take her break once Drake was done with his meal.
Drake glanced over to his phone as the yoke of the egg ran down to the center of his plate. Taking his bite, he had to hand it to the cook; he could cook a mean egg. Opening up his text message when his phone dinged, almost choking on his bite of egg as his mother's and Cybil's pictures of their pussies appeared on his screen. Feeling himself hardening as he read his mother's text that stated she wanted to eat his cum out of Cybil's pussy. To know what the two of them tasted like. He was a little taken aback by that. He had thought Emma was the only one she would do that with or was that because his mother knew Cybil personally? He couldn't say, although the thought of watching his mother scooping out his cum from Cybil's cunt was highly arousing.
"Everything okay?" his waitress asked as she stepped up to his side.
"Can I get some more OJ?" Drake asked when he was halfway through his meal.
"Certainly," she said with a chipper smile on her lips. "I hope everything is to your liking?" she spoke as she placed his fresh glass of orange juice and his check on the table before him.
"It is; tell your chef well-done; the eggs were delicious," Drake stated in a friendly tone.
"I'll make sure to tell him." Drake's eyes glanced to the left of him, watching how her ass moved beneath the skirt of her uniform as she moved off to see to her other guests. Leaving forty dollars on the table for the woman's tip as he went to pay his twelve-dollar check. Seeing how his waitress quickly spoke to one of the waitresses to cover her section before she quickly walked into the back of the restaurant. Wondering how tight the woman would be after she's gotten off on his cock as Drake slid into the driver's seat of the Audi.
Drake saw her shock on her face and nothing else before she pounced on his rod. How she was moaning like crazy as she rode him with abandonment. Glad he had the wherewithal to bring condoms with him; then again, that was second nature to him whenever he left his home. Smirking to himself when she peered back at him when she had to go back to work. Seeing that look on her face, wondering if she would ever see him and his cock again. Some would look down on him for his lack of control of his sexual encounters with strange women. He would personally tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. He was a whore, and he was very good at what he did. It wasn't his fault women wanted what he had. Whether they were in a relationship or not, they were in control of their bodies. He never forced anyone to use him as a pogo stick.
Once he got back to the hotel, he changed into the pair of workout clothes he had told his mother to pack for him. Drake headed back down to the hotel's ground floor to use their gym. Noticing that he was the only one in there, it wasn't surprising since it was nearly ten-thirty in the morning. Snapping off a few pictures to taunt his mother with before he began his workout. Chuckling to himself at the emojis his mother had sent back as he started out with some cardio. Then taking another photo of his sweat-drenched chest, making sure the light was just right to glisten along his skin before he snapped the picture. Adding the text of don't you wish you were the cause of this? Which as you can imagine got a reply from his mother of 'fuck yes!' Making sure to wipe down the bench of the machine he had just finished using, then wiping his own body down, so he wasn't dripping everywhere he went before he left the gym. Noticing it was a little past noon when he left the gym. Wondering what he was going to do for the next few hours.
"Hey," Drake spoke as he approached the front desk.
"Yes, how's your stay going?"
"Quite well, thank you."
"Did you get the workout you were looking for?" the man asked, noting how soaked Drake's shirt was as it clung to his chest.
"I did, I did," Drake nodded. "I was wondering if there was anything to do around here since they'll be in that thing for a few more hours."
"There is a spa that's a part of this hotel. Would you like for me to set up an appointment for you?"
"Spa? Never been to a spa before," Drake mused.
"I promise you, sir, you'll come out feeling relaxed and refreshed."
"Mmm, sure, set it up for me," Drake said after a few minutes of thought. "Thanks," he uttered in a kind tone when the man told Drake he had an appointment in an hour.
"We at the Hyatt aim to ensure that all our guest's needs are met," the man said with a charming smile. "And here are some places around the city that are very good for entertainment, food, dancing, and everything in-between," he stated, handing Drake a list of businesses that used the hotel to pump up their own.
"How's this place? Is it any good?" Drake asked, pointing at the seafood restaurant. He could go for a good lobster.
"Oh, you'll just love it there; my husband took me there just last month for our anniversary," the woman that was standing beside the man who checked them in chimed in.
"Guess I know where we're going for dinner tonight," Drake spoke, flashing the woman a smile. Thanking them both for their help, nodding along when the man told him how to find where the spa was located.
"Damn, I wish I was twenty years younger."
"I wish he was gay," the man sighed as they watched Drake walking towards the elevators.
"What do you mean you're going to a spa?!" Drake couldn't keep his smile from showing, hearing the pout in his mother's voice when he called her to let her know where he was going.
"Well, I'm bored, and showering isn't going to take me that long. Plus, I get the feeling Cybil's going to work me to the bone tonight. So I thought I would get some relaxing in before I make her howl like a banshee."
"But Drake... I haven't been to one in a while?!" He could picture his mother huffing in her seat, unable to get out of the conference as she whispered into her phone.
"Well, I've never been to one before."
"Not even when you were in Italy?"
"Nope."
"Then why didn't you say something to me?! I would have made an appointment for the both of us!"
"Never thought about it, Mom, and what guy my age says: hey, let's go to a spa?! Don't think that happens a lot, Mom," Drake stated, slipping out of his sneakers as he put his phone on speaker. Hearing her giggle on the other end of the line when he said that.
"True, okay then, how about this, say next weekend you and I spend the day at one. What do you say?"
"Hmm, love to Mom, but Dad called me when I was out eating breakfast..."
"What did he want?" Drake heard the hard tone in her voice.
"He and Idin are going out of town next week and wants me to stay at their house to keep an eye on Becky and Regan."
"Becky's eighteen; she can look after herself," Iliana huffed.
"Yeah, but she'll also be alone with a two-year-old, in a huge house all alone. In a place she's out of place in, lots of things could happen to her," Drake said, stating the worst possible outcome. "Plus, you were the one who asked me to make them my sluts, were you not? Wasn't that your plan when you asked me to cuckold Dad?"
"But a whole week?! You know how much I miss you if you're gone a day?!"
"I know, Mom, but you're the one that wanted me to do this. This can't be rushed, you know that."
"Yeah, okay," Iliana sighed in defeat. "Just promise me something."
"And what's that?"
"That you don't fall for Idin's bullshit."
"Mom, I have told you far richer, far prettier women than Idin have tried to woo me away. Yet, no one ever compares to you," Drake said in a sweet tone. It wasn't hard for him to imagine the wide smile on his mother's lips and how red her face was getting. "Anywho, ask Cybil if she likes seafood?"
"She does; why?"
"I was thinking we'd try this restaurant the man at the front desk told me about tonight," Drake stated as he stripped out of his clothes.
"Oh? That sounds nice; say we leave at five-thirty? Then come back to begin Cybil's wild fuckfest?"
"Sounds like a plan; well, I should get into the shower; I do have that appointment to keep," Drake uttered, smirking wickedly into the phone at his mother's groan. Some days he enjoyed being a gigolo, given he had no office hours, no conferences to go to. Some days he didn't, like when he wanted only to be with his mother and only his mother. Yet, he had set things into motion years ago, things he couldn't back out of. Plus, he knew without the money he brought in from his whoring, there would've been no way he could have saved the house and proved to his mother that he could be the man she truly needed. Sighing as he ducked his head under the steaming water that poured out of the showerhead. Sometimes, like in that instance, he hated life and how he had to sell himself just to make ends meet because his father couldn't keep up his commitments. That he couldn't keep his dick out of another woman, his mother's sister no less, couldn't keep from getting her pregnant not with one daughter but two. Wondering if this was what his neighbor in New York, Cassy, meant when she told him she had father issues when she had confessed to him why she had become an escort in the first place. Redressing in the clothes he had arrived in, but clean underwear, hoping that his mother wouldn't get disheartened with him and seek out someone that could be there wholly for her when he knew he couldn't. As the door closed behind him, Drake departed to make his appointment with a sad heart.
******
Iliana wore an alluring smile on her lips as she noted how her son's eyes gazed as her 36D breasts dangled as she slipped into her matching pumps she had brought along in hopes Drake would seek to take her out for dinner. Knowing how the wide V-cut in the front of the dress displayed a vast portion of the insides of her breasts and half of their tops, it was only through the nipple tape she had brought along that she didn't go spilling out of her dress. The right slit of her dress caused the lower half of her dress to spill off her right thigh and onto her left as she crossed her legs when she was slipping on her pump, showing off her silky, smooth, shapely leg to her lover. She had sensed something was off with him when they arrived back to their room.
"Iliana..."
"Hmm?" Iliana hummed, wondering when he would bring up what was bothering him. "What is it, honey?" she asked in a soft tone, hearing Cybil finishing up in the bathroom.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Of course, I do," Iliana answered with a warm, loving smile on her lips as she watched how those eyes of his followed how she so elegantly rose from the bed. "It is nice to hear it from time to time," she teased lightly. "Baby, what's the matter? You've been out of sorts since we got back. Tell me, what's troubling you?" Iliana asked in a worrying tone as she ran her arms up his chest. While she wasn't decked out in her finest or wearing that much makeup and jewelry, she still wanted to look good for her man.
"You know I only do what I do..." How his heart was melting as those green eyes of hers peered at him with such love.
"You do what you need to do and nothing more. Over these past two years, you've shown me a side of you I nearly recklessly threw away in my pride and arrogance. You took on so much, did so much for me that you don't know how proud I am of you. You took on a mantle you were ill-prepared for and never once balked at the responsibilities you were faced with. Saved me and our home from a fate I couldn't stop no matter how much I tried. Took time out of your busy day to go over things that you had no clue what I was talking about, yet you learned; you researched the words we were discussing. Learned what I and the house needed; you took care of us when you didn't have to after I hurt you so badly. I will forever regret how stupid and foolish I was back then when the man I longed for, the man that fills my heart, my soul, was standing right before me this whole time.
I know you only do what you do to provide for us. I've told you already, I don't care about that. You aren't going home with them; you're always in our bed, snuggling up to me whenever you get home in the evenings. They might experience this," her hands lightly rubbed on his upper chest, "yet they will never get your heart. I know that belongs to me and me alone. I've always known," Iliana said with a coy, knowing smile on her lips. "So whatever is troubling your mind, cast it away; as you've stated before, no one can lure you from me; it's the same for me. There is no one on this Earth that could ever, I mean ever, fill the place in my heart, my soul, my very being that you command."
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Drake asked, seeing his mother's cheeks reddening as his hands slipped along his mother's waist.
"Not lately," Iliana stated, feeling her body heating as Drake pressed her lightly into his. "I'm always eager to hear how beautiful you think I am," she uttered with a sly grin on her lips.
"There isn't a second of the day that goes by that your radiant image isn't dancing before my eyes," Drake spoke in a loving tone.
"Is that so? I'm radiant, hmm?" Iliana cooed in a light tone; her eyes twinkled in her desire as she felt her lover's hands on hers. She might still sleep with Aydin and Franklin; they were her sons, and it would be wrong to cut them off when they've been sleeping together for so long. Also, it would be wrong to flaunt her and Drake's exploits in their faces when she and Drake were making love in his room. Yet, while she loved them as a mother loves her children, she wasn't in love with them like she was with Drake. She knew Drake would have to stop being a gigolo eventually and she would be there to ensure Drake never misses the life he would undoubtedly have to give up. By then, she hoped they would be financially set so that they didn't have to worry about Drake working so many late nights just to cover the bills, house payment, and everything else in-between. She did hope that one day Drake would just want to settle down and be hers and hers alone. "I can wait, baby; I'm not going anywhere. You've shown me that you're worth waiting for, and I mean to keep you all to myself." Leaning forward, her lips molded against his as the world around them seemed to die away as they seared the passion they felt for one another into each other's lips.
"That was so beautiful," Cybil sniffed, drying her eyes as she had silently listened in while in the bathroom, only seeing the last part of their discussion. "You two are truly meant for one another," she said in a happy sigh.
"We are, aren't we, honey?" Iliana cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, causing the sleeves of her dress to show off the toneness of her arms that Franklin and Aydin had helped her achieve.
"I would hope so. Otherwise, it's going to be awkward with the ring in my pocket," Drake teased, seeing his mother's eyes, along with Cybil's, widening as those words left his lips.
"Ass," Iliana uttered playfully, slapping his chest, seeing the funk her son was in fading from his eyes as Drake laughed. "Don't you dare, and I mean never, tease me about that! Unless you're really going to do it," she said, wagging her finger at him.
"That so, hmm, this changes things," Drake mused, wondering if he should contact the jeweler he uses back in Nashville.
"You're not joking, are you?" Iliana muttered; her heart leapt into her throat as she saw the seriousness in her son's eyes.
"Why would I joke about that, Iliana, I've always wanted you, and now that I have you, I want the world to know it," Drake stated in a firm tone. Watching how his mother's hands flew to her mouth, how her eyes quivered as she stared at him.
"Oh, baby?!" Iliana uttered, throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her. "Yes, a thousand times yes," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck.
"But don't I have to ask first?" Drake teased.
"Don't spoil this!" Iliana hissed in his ear.
"I'm so happy for the two of you!" Cybil squealed before turning their hug into a group one.
"Now I think it's time for you to take your future wife out to dinner, don't you think?" Iliana asked coyly, her eyes shone brightly in the light as she spoke those words.
"Right, you are, the future Mrs. Cole," Drake said, wondering how his mother was going to take to being married to his alter ego. Seeing that loving smile and the mischievousness in her eyes as they shared their own private joke between the two of them as she looped her arm around his.
"You do know this means I'm so picking out the ring." Iliana's voice could be heard through the gap of the door as it closed behind the three of them as they left for the evening.
******
"Oh, God, I'm so fucking sore?!" Cybil moaned. She hissed as her pussy throbbed like mad from the pounding she and it had taken from the time they got back to the room at seven to the hour of midnight.
"I did tell you, you would be," Iliana stated as she got ready to head down for their last day of the conference.
"But it was so worth it!" Cybil sighed, falling back on the bed where she had taken another man on, still smelling her sex along with Drake's on the comforter after eight hours. Looking over at Iliana, recounting how she would fill her legs whenever Drake had come in her. Feeling her pussy growing moist at the thought of having her tongue inside of her again. "Iliana, why don't we cut out early? The thing is over at one anyway; no one's going to notice us missing and come back up here so you can get your own ride.
"Oh, did you think Dante was doing nothing when you passed out those few times?" Iliana asked, shooting her friend a coy smirk. "I know how to handle that beast of his, but you loved having my man between your legs, didn't you?" she purred as she slipped her hand into her friend's skirt, playing with Cybil's sore pussy through her panties.
Cybil looked up; towards the bed, they all had slept on due to how soiled the one they'd had sex on had gotten last night when Iliana had a smile on her face as she peered at it. A devilish grin appeared on her lips when Drake's cock filled her view. She didn't hesitate; she just opened her mouth, telling him she wanted it, no matter how sore she was. Which Drake didn't hesitate to fill her mouth with his hard rod. Switching out with Iliana, who lavished his pole in ways she never tried. Also, noting how Iliana was pulling her panties down as her hips shook as her skirt was bunched up at her waist.
"We don't have a lot of time, honey, but I want to feel your cum in me throughout the whole thing," Iliana stated, moving hurriedly to kneel at the side of the bed where Drake was standing, bending over, presenting her ass to her son. Breathing heavily into the mattress as she felt his hand moving along her ass while his other played with her hot mound before easing his cock into her eager folds. Her teeth tore at the comforter as Drake took her hard and fast; how she fucking loved it!
"What?!" Cybil's face heated when Iliana peered over at her as she mimicked her friend. "I might be sore, but there's no way I'm going to miss fucking that cock."
"Alright, but I get the creampie this time," Iliana said, flashing her friend a smile.
"Deal, but would you mind if he gave me one before we got back to Nashville so I can go home with another man's cum in my cunt to show that dumbass what he'll be missing if he doesn't straighten up his... oh shit... slow Dante, take it slow," Cybil panted, having lost her train of thought when he slid his cock into her sore cunt. "God, I'm going to miss this so much," she sighed before squealing when Drake poured on the speed.
"Well, tell you what, you don't tell anyone who you fucked, name wise, the pictures you have don't have his face in them, so that won't matter, and if your husband leaves, we'll make this like a weekly thing," Iliana stated, really getting into her cuckquean role. Being with Emma was nice, yet they had done nearly all the positions with each other, and Iliana didn't want this to get stale for her son.
"Y-y-you really mean that?!" Cybil stammered in shock. She had thought this would be a one-time thing. Something that she would only have memories to look back on.
"Mm... fuck me! Yes, baby fuck me!" Iliana howled when Drake slipped his cock back into her. "That's it, right fucking there!" Screaming into the mattress as she came hard on her son's cock like it should always be. "Or how about we make him into a cuckold? Only fitting life for a cheating bastard, don't you think?"
"That's totally wicked, Iliana," Cybil giggled evilly before she gasped loudly as Drake buried himself back into her cunt. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body was his to do with as her pussy would never let him go as she just came as hard as the first time she had his cock deep inside of her.
"Yeah, give it to her baby, make the bitch howl like the devil as she cums on your cock," Iliana egged Drake on, shooting Cybil a smile before he did just that.
"I want to taste me on your cock," she stated, something she didn't get the chance to due to how Iliana had always sucked him clean. Moaning around his shaft, loving how her sex tasted on his skin. "Now put that hard cock back in this horny bitch," Cybil spoke as she spread Iliana's ass cheeks apart. "Now, let me taste her on you; I have to know what she's like, after all the times she cleaned my cream from your cock. Yeah, feed me that cock," she purred as Drake placed his hand on top of her head as he slid his slick phallus into her mouth.
"Thank you, baby, that's exactly what I needed; now I know I'll get through the rest of the conference with your cum soiling my panties," Iliana purred lustfully as she lightly kissed Drake as he laid down to recoup his strength. "You get some sleep; you made me proud last night. Maybe you'll be up for some five hours with me one night," she said, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air.
******
"Yeah, you like that tight pussy wrapped around your cock don't you, Dante?" Cybil huffed as she was riding Drake hard in the back seat as they crossed into the city of Nashville. She didn't care who saw her fucking the man in her friend's backseat. Not after the exceptional orgasms, the man had given her. She lost count after her twenty-fifth one. "Yeah, that's it, fuck that pussy like you own it!" she moaned like a harlot in lust as Drake hammered his cock into her wet, sore hole. Knowing it was going to be days before she would be able to have her husband between her legs. She had said she wanted it hard and rough, and she got what she asked for, not that she was complaining; she loved every minute of it. Leaning forward, lifting up her shirt and bra over her breasts. "Give me your mark, Dante," Cybil stated, seeing the confusion on his face. "You're love bite, so he will see I've been taken by you.
"Fuck?!" Drake grunted as Cybil's pussy tightened on his sore cock as he gently bit the side of her left breast.
"That's it, Dante, give me that hot fucking cum!" Cybil cried out as she came alongside him.
"Good timing since we're nearly there," Iliana stated, watching how Cybil straightened out her clothes in the rearview mirror. "Well, seems the car got fixed," she said as they neared their home.
"Good, no telling what they did to my car while we were away," Drake spoke, peering around the passenger headrest.
"Who are you talking about?" Cybil asked, looking at Drake.
"My boys," Iliana answered. "The fuel pump went out on the car Saturday, and Dante here paid to get it fixed and allowed them to use his car to go to school while we were gone."
"Awe, that's really sweet of you," Cybil said, flashing him a smile. All the while, she was pondering if she should take Iliana up on her offer. Now that she's had something so large, felt how it made her fucking cum like a waterfall, she didn't want to give it up. "Iliana?"
"Hmm?"
"Does that offer still stand?"
"About making your husband into a cuckold?" Iliana asked curiously.
"Mmmhmm," Cybil hummed as she nodded.
"Of course it does; why? Are you interested in joining our little group sessions?"
"I am, but only if you and Dante are okay with it," Cybil said, looking between the two. "I don't want to put any pressure on the two of you."
"No pressure, honey; I was the one that suggested it after all. Dante, will you be okay with this?" Iliana asked, peering at him in the mirror.
"As long as it isn't like last night, I think you two drained two weeks' worth of cum out of me," Drake groaned.
"But it was fun, wasn't it?" Cybil asked, flashing Drake a sultry smile.
"True, it was."
"I promise it will only be an hour," Cybil said, reaching over and resting her hand over his. "It will have to be on Sundays since my mother takes the kids to church with her, and he's normally passed out drunk from the night before to notice me gone. Will that work for the two of you?"
"Sure, Sunday sounds fine with me," Iliana spoke as she pulled into their driveway, with Drake nodding along.
"Hello? Oh, hey, what's up?" Drake asked after answering his phone once he got out of the car. "No, we just pulled in; when? Extra? Really, wow, she must be desperate for that. Yeah..."
"Who's that?" Cybil asked low as Drake walked off to give himself some privacy.
"His boss," Iliana stated as she popped the trunk.
"Thank you so much for sharing him with me," Cybil whispered as she hugged her friend. "I'll never forget this."
"You be safe going home, alright?" Iliana stated in a friendly tone as she rubbed her friend's back.
"I will, and don't you wear his cock out too much," Cybil said sinfully as she placed her bag into the trunk of her own car.
"Oh, I had planned on it," Iliana mused, getting a chuckle out of her friend.
"See you at work tomorrow, bye Dante; thank you for the lovely time and the amazing sex," Cybil said low so as not to be overheard by the person on the other end of his phone call. Feeling her cheeks heat as he waved to her. Knowing her Sunday mornings would be spent praying to her new god, the mighty hammer he has swinging between his legs.
"Hey boys, did you behave yourselves?" Iliana asked in a motherly tone as she got a hug and a kiss on the cheek from Franklin and Aydin. Ever since she and Drake officially became a couple, she forbade them from kissing her on her lips, at least when they weren't having sex. Outside of that act, she thought that should strictly be something only she and Drake should be doing, given their new relationship.
"Yes," Franklin mumbled. "Let me help you with those, Mom," he said, taking the bags from her.
"How's the car running now?"
"Like it's brand new," Aydin answered with a smile. "So, who is Drake talking to?"
"His boss." Seeing Drake snapping his fingers for the keys to his car.
"Drake, I'll pull it out for you," Aydin stated, eager to get one more minute behind the wheel of it since Franklin had hogged driving it. Grinning at his brother as Franklin reluctantly handed over the keys to him.
"You two weren't fighting over it, were you?" Iliana asked in a motherly tone as she walked beside Franklin towards the front door.
"No," Franklin lied. Hearing the Fusion starting and the garage door opening as Aydin backed the car into the street and pulled it along the curb. Shooting daggers at his brother as he walked arrogantly towards the garage. How he loved driving his brother's car, it was in another world compared to driving the Fusion. Even Aydin said it was slightly better than driving the Audi; he would have to take his brother's word for that since he's yet to drive it. Escorting his mother into the house when Drake finally got off the phone with whomever he was speaking to.
"See, Drake, not a scratch on it," Aydin boasted as Drake walked around the car. Seeing how his eyes moved along it, studying everything, hearing the car door opening as Drake made sure they didn't tear up the inside of his car.
"Aydin?!" Drake's voice filled the interior of it.
"What?" Aydin spoke with a bit of worry in his voice.
"What did I say about people in my car?"
"I swear no..." Aydin's voice died away when Drake held up a pair of panties between his fingers.
"You were saying?"
"Drake, I swear, we wouldn't allow anyone in your car; she must have thrown them into the back to cause trouble," Aydin pleaded with his brother to believe him.
"I think you and Frank need to detail my car," Drake said, wondering if he could get away with his prank.
"Ah, come... you're fucking with me, God, you're an asshole," Aydin bemoaned, crossing his arms along his chest when he finally caught on. "So, who's panties are those? I know they aren't Mom's... wait, you didn't, not with that petite blonde?!" Groaning as he tossed his head back, wondering how was it that his brother was getting more pussy than either he or Franklin was ever getting. He was the jock, and until two years ago, Drake was the scrawny, nerdy kid. It felt as if the universe had indeed been overturned. "Is that why you kind of look like death warmed over?" Aydin asked with an arched eyebrow as Drake shut the car door. Hearing the alarm chirping when Drake locked up his car.
"Yeah, she was a little minx in the sack," Drake said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"So, how was it, being away with just you and Mom, minus that woman," Aydin spoke as he and Drake walked towards the house. Seeing that smile on his brother's lips, knowing they must have had a good time together. "Glad you and Mom are getting along," he said in a warm brotherly voice as he rested his arm along Drake's shoulders.
"What do you mean you and Drake are going ring shopping Saturday?" Franklin's voice could be heard coming from the kitchen.
"Where do you think you're going?" Aydin stated, grabbing the back of Drake's shirt when he tried to escape back out the front door. "Oh, you so aren't going to be getting out of this so easily," he said, dragging Drake towards the kitchen. "So, what's this about a ring?" Aydin asked, keeping a firm hold on Drake's right arm.
"Your brother asked me to marry him," Iliana said in a dreamy voice as she gazed at her son. "And I said yes. So we're going ring shopping Saturday," she stated with a wide, happy smile on her face.
"I see, and you thought to do around about on us, huh?" Aydin spoke, staring his brother down in a teasing light.
"Not that I need either of your approval, but yes, yes, I did," Drake said, ripping his arm out of Aydin's grip.
"Listen here, pipsqueak," Franklin spoke in a stern tone as he loomed over his brother. "You hurt Mom, and you'll have to answer to us, we clear on that?" he asked, poking his brother in his chest.
"Like I would ever, just look at her, she's perfect," Drake said, not backing down. Noticing how his mother's face lit up when he said that, and her loving look deepened as a smile formed on her face.
"Good, as long as you remember that," Franklin uttered; a brotherly smile appeared on his lips as he hugged his brother. "I'm happy for the both of you," he said, lightly patting Drake on his back before he engulfed his mother in that same warm hug.
******
"So, where are you going tonight?" Iliana asked, sitting on their bed, propping herself on her arms while her right leg sat on top of her left knee, her foot lightly kicking in the air.
"Some club that just opened up," Drake said, getting ready to head to Garden Hills to pick Brie up.
"Is that why you're not wearing one of your suits?" Iliana inquired; she loved seeing him in one of them. More so when she was the one peeling it off of him.
"Yeah, she wanted the boyfriend experience, paid double to get me to come out on my day off," Drake stated as he rolled up the cuffs of his slim, casual fit, white dress shirt that molded around his chest to his elbows to show off the delicate paisley printing that lined the cuff and collar; it's red and blue buttons match the printing's color that he had bought when he was in Italy. Seeing the hungry look in his mother's eyes when they ran down his chest.
"Does that still mean you're working tomorrow?" Iliana asked, wondering if she would get another night alone with him.
"No, she pushed it up to tonight, so unless my Madam calls me before noon tomorrow, I'm off. Why, want me all to yourself?" Drake asked with a taunting grin.
"You know I do," Iliana said sweetly. Her body heated as Drake neared. Her lips pulled at his, her fingers feathered out along his cheeks. Loving how his lips felt so perfect on hers as she savored the man she loved. "I'm never going to leave you, Drake, not now, not ever; I knew you were worried about it Monday night. A mother knows these things," she cooed as she stared into her son's eyes. "My place will always be here, Drake, in your heart and by your side. Even if we can only live as a common-law couple, no matter if Tennessee doesn't recognize it. I will always be your wife and your mother. But I expect a grand honeymoon, you hear?"
"Oh, whatever shall we do on it," Drake mused as he leaned forward, causing his mother's back to find its home on their bed.
"This and that," Iliana stated, lightly rubbing her right thigh along his hip as her hips rocked as his fingers teased her mound. Biting her lip, loving how her body responded to her son's touch. Feeling her heat rising as they made out on the bed. Groaning loudly when Drake's alarm went off, telling them it was time for him to leave for the night.
"Love you, always have," Drake said in a loving tone as he stared down at his mother.
"And I love you more than you will ever know," Iliana responded in a breathless whisper before they shared a passionate kiss. Feeling the heat flooding her cheeks as she gazed bashfully at her son as Drake stood in the doorway of their bedroom. Feeling like she was twenty years old again as those eyes of his gazed at her. Her heart fluttered as Drake blew her a kiss before he turned and left down the hallway.
"Aydin!"
"Yeah?"
"Take care of Mom for me; I got her all worked up, but work calls."
"Done!"
Shaking her head at the conversation, hearing Aydin bounding quickly up the stairs. Knowing her boy was so good to her as she rose, taking Aydin by his hand and leading him to her old bedroom. Their room was only for them; she would never defile it by bringing Franklin or Aydin into it. When Emma was over, that didn't count since they both were in it at that time.
To Be Continued...My Son the Gigolo Pt. 03
Fin.
Special thanks to WAA01, Killerarmyguy, and Taco for the edits.
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Chapter Seven
"Drake?!" Becky greeted, hugging him when she answered the door. "Where are your bags? Thought you told Dad you were working tonight."
"Plans got changed," Drake stated plainly as he lightly patted her back. Feeling how she pressed her 32Ds into his chest.
"So, does that mean you'll stay tonight?" Becky asked, leading him into her home. Ever since Drake ate her out on Sunday, her mind just couldn't stop thinking about his tongue on her pussy. How wet he had gotten her so quickly. She had wondered how he got so good at it.
"Drake, no bags tonight?" Mario asked in surprise as he followed Regan as she ran to greet her older brother.
"Plans got canceled at the last minute," Drake said, not telling his father the whole truth that his Madam had given him the night off due to all the hours he had been putting in as of late. Looking down when Regan hugged his right leg tightly, then held up her arms to him. Seeing the smile on his father's face as he plucked Regan up off the floor.
"Ah, I do hate it when that happens, but I am glad you're getting some time off. You can't keep up those hours you've been keeping lately, or you'll just burn yourself out," Mario stated in a fatherly tone, patting his son's back as he and Becky led Drake into the kitchen where Idin was preparing a hearty meal for all of them.
"Hello, Drake," Idin greeted with a warm smile as she stood over the stove, stirring the sauce. "I see someone's finally gotten you to hold her," she teased, seeing Regan's firm nod as she clung onto Drake's shirt.
"So Drake, since you're off tonight," seeing Idin's surprise in her eyes, "why don't you spend the night? I know the girls would like it if you did," Mario said, seeing his daughters nodding along.
"Honey, did Drake bring any clothes with him?" Idin asked as the water for the pasta finally reached its boiling point.
"Bags are out in the car, didn't want to feel presumptuous if you declined," Drake said, putting on his act as he looked slyly down.
"Oh, honey, you're always welcomed to stay here," Idin said happily, shooting her husband a look that silently voiced their plot to get Drake away from his mother. They knew the first step was to get him to come over as often as possible. The next step was to get him to stay the night and then extend those nights. Until they could finally get him to spend most of his free time at their house. Then they would move to permanently cut him out of her sister's life. How she couldn't wait to rub her sister's nose in the fact that her son was now hers. "That will show you, what you get for getting Mom and Dad to disown me," she hissed bitterly into her mind.
"Then let me go..."
"I'll do it," Becky quickly cut in. Knowing what she would be doing now that they had hours once her parents retired to the other part of the house like they normally did around nine. She knew what they were doing. She wasn't so naïve as to think they were watching TV. Wondering if Drake would like it if they did the same thing. "I'll be right back," she said with a warm smile on her lips as Drake held out his car keys between his left thumb and index finger. Watching how Regan was rapidly chatting with him. Grinning at how Drake tried to decipher what Regan was saying to him. Blowing out a breath when she neared the front door, rubbing her hand along her mound, feeling it throbbing as she did, she also felt how moist she had gotten. Trying to remember when anyone ever made her get so aroused. Her breath was taken when she peered into his car once she opened the door. For the past three years, she's been living in luxury, at least from her more down to Earth upbringing when her mother was still married to Jake. Wondering if he would ever take her out in it as she grabbed his bag from the front seat and gently closed the door. She did hope that Drake would be up for some more teaching. She really did want to be good at sex. She didn't want someone spreading a rumor about her that she couldn't suck a cock or fuck well, for that matter.
Becky also knew there were some men out there that would just take advantage of her lack of experience. To get her to do things that she normally wouldn't do just to appease them. If they thought she would fold so easily, they would be mistaken. Yet she was like every teenager at her age, horny and without someone to help her to relieve the itch. She hoped Drake would want to feel her pussy wrapped around that cock of his. She didn't even know if she could fit something so large inside of her. Yet if he was willing then she was willing to show him just how far she was willing to go to improve herself. She knew Janet and Amina would be so jealous knowing how much they wanted his cock. She knew Amina was gunning to have sex with Drake. She had a suspicion that would have happened if their parents hadn't walked out the door that day. Wondering how they would take the news if she told them the rumors were true about how he could eat a woman out to an orgasm in less than two minutes. Walking back into the house, hearing her father and mother speaking with Drake responding every so often as she neared his room. Placing his bag on his bed, then scurried quickly to the bathroom. There was no way she was going to be sitting at the dinner table horny as all hell.
Taking her hair brush off the sink as she sat on the toilet. Running the corrugated rubber that was wrapped around the handle through her moist lips. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep her moan from escaping her lips as she sank the handle into her hot pussy. She always enjoyed masturbating with it. It had gotten her off many of time when she first learned about masturbation. Rolling her left breast in her hand as she pumped the brush into her liquifying mound. Her eyes fluttered as she daydreamed what it would be like if Drake was the one fucking her instead of her hairbrush. Her hand flew to her mouth, muffling her squeal as she came. Seeing how her cream coated the handle before she sank it as deep as it would go as she rode out her orgasm. Practicing what Drake had taught her on it as she cleaned her juices off of it. Wiping it dry with some toilet paper, then wiping her pussy dry before flushing the toilet to hide the evidence of what she had just done. Reaching behind her, unclasping her bra, Becky wanted Drake to gaze at her unsupported mounds. Lifting up her shirt over her breasts, thinking back to Sunday night, how she had shown them off to him. Wondering if her brother would want to suck on them. She has before, but she pondered if it would be different than when someone else was doing the act.
"We'll just keep this between us." Becky heard her mother say as she walked back into the kitchen as she saw her mother handing Drake a glass of wine. She was sure that her father would say something, yet he was silent on the matter. "Do you like it?" Idin asked, bringing her own glass of wine to her lips.
"Fruity, a touch of citrus, there's something else I just can't put my finger on it." Becky watched how Drake smacked his lips and how her mother wore a smile as he tasted the wine. "Not a bad wine."
"I know; it's been boggling me too," Idin sighed as she and Drake stood on opposite sides of the island in her kitchen.
"This has to be a Cabernet Sauvignon," Drake stated. Having drunk many glasses of red wine when he's been out, performing his gigolo services, he's grown a habit of knowing what kind of wine he was drinking. He liked white wine just fine, yet he preferred a good red over a white.
"You really know your wine," Idin spoke, her eyes lighting up.
"I do," Drake nodded.
"I don't know how you can stand it," Mario said, getting a bottle of beer out from the fridge to have with dinner.
"Could say the same about that," Drake retorted, pointing at the bottle.
"What's wrong with a good beer?" Mario countered.
"You think that's a good beer?" Drake asked in a questioning tone. "You should try a Pilsner Urquell. Once you do, that wouldn't even hold a candle to it."
"Never heard of it," Mario said, confused.
"It's a Czech beer that I had while I was in Italy," Drake said truthfully. "But I like my wine more."
"Huh, but isn't the drinking age there twenty-one?"
"No, it's sixteen," Drake stated, taking another sip of his wine.
"Well, your father can have all the beer he wants. You and I will enjoy the delights of some very good wine together," Idin said, topping Drake off. "Now, do be a dear and carry this into the dining room for me," she spoke, putting the cork back into the bottle. "Becky, help your brother set the table while your father gets Regan into her highchair." While they might be wealthy now and might employ a maid or two to clean the house. She'd rather be the one cooking her family a meal than paying someone else to do it. Watching how Becky got out enough plates for them all while she poured the sauce for their spaghetti into the bowl that sat beside the stove. "You know Drake, if you come over more often, I'll teach you how to cook. I know it can't be easy living on take out in the Big Apple."
"Already do, had quite a few cooking classes," Drake stated as he took the bowl from her.
"Really, and pray tell what can you cook?" Idin asked in disbelief. Her mouth just inched lower as she listened to the dishes he's cooked in the past, mostly for his mother and brothers, not that Idin needed to know that.
"What's chicken cordon bleu?" Becky asked, confused as she got the silverware out.
"It's a breaded chicken breast stuffed with ham and cheese," Mario informed as he walked back into the kitchen to make Regan a glass of juice.
"Is it good?" Becky asked; it sounded like it was.
"Oh yeah," Mario admitted. "I'm impressed, son. You have to show us how you make it sometime. I know I'm already dying to try it. It's been a while since I've had it, and I know if you make it, it will be great," he said in a prideful tone, patting his son's left arm.
"Drake, can I ask why you've learned how to cook? Don't take this as me trying to demean you. Far from it, I'm impressed you've taken the initiative, so you aren't relying on others," Idin said in a motherly voice.
"Well, for the next few years, I'll be on my own for the most part, so I have to look after myself," Drake said from his seat at the dinner table. Noting how Regan was excited to have her favorite dinner for the evening. "Plus, I didn't really know anyone in Italy, so..." His thought trailed off as he shrugged as Idin sat down beside him.
"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore," Idin stated, making a mound of noodles on her plate after Mario had fixed Regan's. "We plan on being here for you whenever you need it," she said sweetly. Her nostrils flared; her pupils dilated as she accidentally glanced down at Drake's lap. Thinking she was seeing things, that it was just the shadows that played along his jeans that were playing tricks on her eyes until it moved. Turning her gaze away, playing off the fact that it had to be the biggest cock she's ever seen if what his pants detailed turned out to be true.
Not realizing Drake had gotten himself aroused on purpose for that very reason; to sow his seed into her mind. He knew it was only a matter of time before she would start to sniff around. Wondering how his father was going to take the news once it was all over and done with. That once again he's been made into a cuckold by one of his sons. Although, he had no inkling of sexual or romantic feelings for his aunt. He was strictly doing this at his mother's behest. Once he had his cock planted deep inside of her, he knew that was the point he would use her infidelity to keep his aunt away from his mother and brothers. Drake knew she wouldn't dare allow Mario to know that she's been unfaithful to him. After all, she did enjoy a rather glamorous lifestyle.
*******
"So Drake, tell us how life is in New York City?" Idin asked as she lounged beside Mario, sipping on her fourth glass of wine. Something Mario wasn't too happy about. Then again, she knew he enjoyed the benefits of when she was a little tipsy. He never complained when he would normally get the best fucking of his life when she imbibed a little too much.
"What's there to tell, really? It's a big city; with it comes big-city problems," Drake said offhandedly. He was still nursing his third glass of wine; he had to keep his wits about him. He couldn't tip off his hand too early.
"You must have something to share," Becky stated, sitting as close to her brother, without drawing her parents' suspicions, as she could.
"Well, I have been to Broadway a few... okay, a lot of times," Drake admitted.
"Oh, didn't think you were into plays," Mario said, his eyes flickered up from watching Regan play with her toys on the floor.
"I'll admit some of them are downright boring, but that's not the reason I go," Drake replied with a sly grin on his lips.
"Oh? I see," Mario snickered. A knowing smirk graced his lips at the fact that his son was turning out to be just like him.
"And just what do you do at these plays that you find boring?" Idin asked with a pointed look.
"I don't think you want me to answer that, Aunt Idin."
"Tell me anyway, I'm sure with those college skills, you can form your words to be less... salacious," Idin said, placing Mario's hand between her thighs as she crossed her legs so he could feel the heat that was coming off of her pussy. She just couldn't stop her mind from focusing on what she had seen in his pants, nor could she stop the fact it was getting her aroused at what he could do with it.
"Well... hmm... let's just say, my dates have a very hard time not applauding when such praise is unwarranted," Drake spoke, his innuendo hung thick in the air.
"I... see," Idin mused into her glass as her light green eyes peered at her stepson from over the rim of her glass. Knowing the first step in getting Drake fully into their family was to get him to stop calling her his aunt and replace that title with mother. "Drake," resting her wine glass on her knee, "I know it will be hard and most likely weird for you, but it's okay to call me Mom or any form of that word since I am married to your father."
"Have you ever gone and seen the Statue of Liberty?" Becky asked in a very excited voice.
"A few times," Drake nodded. "Here, see," he said, pulling out his phone, showing the pictures he took when he visited it.
"Oh, wow," Becky uttered, leaning into him, pressing her right breast into his arm. "Do you have any pictures of when you were in Italy?" she asked, eager for the nine o'clock hour to approach. Knowing that was when Regan went to bed and her parents had sex. So she knew they wouldn't be interrupted for most of the night, if at all.
"I do, but most of them are just the buildings I went to study for my architecture class."
"I don't mind," Becky said, lightly resting her hand on Drake's left forearm. Hoping he enjoyed having her lips wrapped around his cock, and prayed he wanted to feel them again.
"Where was that one taken?" Pointing at the picture on the screen of his phone.
"Florence."
"Oh, how did you like it?" Idin chimed in. "The city, I mean."
"It was nice, Venice is a much nicer city if you can get past the smell during the summer, or at least it did when I was there. It was quite nice when the sun sets."
"Oh, how so?" Mario asked, wondering if his son worked some play in with his studies.
"I don't want to be crude or anything, yet if you play your cards right, one can get lucky quite easily given the ambiance of the place at that time of the day," Drake said, sprinkling a bit of his bait out hoping to lure his aunt into untested waters.
"I take it you didn't have trouble finding female companionship for the evenings while in Venice?" Idin asked, trying to keep her tone from conveying the heat that was starting to build within her.
"I won't lie, but no, no, I did not."
"Knew you would take after me," Mario mused with a smirk on his lips. "I was known to be somewhat of a hound dog back in my day when I wasn't with someone, before I met your mother, of course."
"Of course," Drake muttered into his wine glass. Looking down when Regan approached him, holding out one of her toys to him.
"She wants you to play with her," Becky whispered into his ear, to which her little sister nodded that it was so.
"Oh, and what shall I do with this?" Drake uttered before making Regan giggle loudly as he used her teddy bear to act like it was biting her neck.
"So, where else did you visit when you were over there?" Mario asked inquisitively.
"Rome, which is more crowded than New York is if you can believe that, but it was a nice city to visit. Milan, rather nice people that live there. Naples, if I had a place to live, other than in Genoa where I was studying at the college there, I'd go there. Rather peaceful if you take out all the big city noise, or that just could be me. Then there was the trip to Syracuse and Palermo on Sicily to study the Greek ruins that still survive when it was a colony for the Greeks before the Romans overtook the island," Drake said, listing off some of the places he's been to while still playing with Regan.
"Do you think you'll ever go back?" Becky asked, imagining that she was tagging along with him, doing things to him beneath the Italian sun.
"Maybe, but it probably will be after I finish college. I do miss their beaches," Drake answered, peering over at Becky.
"Why's that?" Idin inquired, setting her glass aside now that it was empty.
"Because most... well, the ones I went to, clothing was prohibited," Drake stated, watching his father belt out in laughter.
"You're kidding me?!" Idin stammered.
"Nope, the place I was staying at in Genoa sat right on the edge of one of those same said beaches."
"You mean a n-n-nude beach?!" Becky muddled her words as the image of Drake laying naked on those sandy shores played out in her mind.
"I do," Drake nodded.
"And you lived by one?!" Idin felt her face heating, hating herself at what popped into her mind when he nodded his answer.
"And I bet given how you look now, the ladies were on you like flies to honey," Mario stated with a coy grin.
"Don't want to brag or anything, but yeah, they were."
"Honey, it's time; Regan needs her bath before she goes to bed," Idin said, giving her husband his cue to take her upstairs and fuck her hard after Regan's bath and putting her to bed.
"Night, you two, don't stay up too late," Mario spoke as he carried Regan in his arms and headed for the stairs.
Drake didn't miss how Idin peered back at him when she thought he couldn't see her before she disappeared around the wall. Looking down when Becky took hold of his hand.
"You never got to see my room. I think you'll like it," Becky stated, getting to her feet and pulling her brother along. Knowing what she would be doing in there, and it wasn't to show off how she decorated either.
Drake looked around the room, keeping his thoughts to himself as the door shut behind him. When it looked like what he suspected a teenager's room would appear like. Noting the pictures of her standing on the Great Wall of China with a group of her friends that she had made while over there. Then noting the ones that showed her in the Forbidden Palace. Turning when he heard a noise from behind him only to find Becky on her knees with her mouth open, eagerly waiting for his cock.
"I'm ready for my lesson Drake," Becky said in a husky tone.
"Oh? Are you now?"
"Mmmhmm," Becky hummed.
"Is this what you want?" Drake asked as he pulled his cock out once he had unzipped his pants.
"Yes," Becky said breathlessly.
"Then put it in your mouth," Drake ordered, to which Becky didn't hesitate to fulfill. "Oh, someone's been studying up on the internet," he said approvingly as she added some things that he hadn't told her about.
"I wanted to show you I was serious about this," Becky uttered as she stroked him off with both of her hands as she peered up at him.
"Well then, let's step it up a notch, shall we?" Drake spoke, taking charge of Becky's sexual awakening.
"What do you mean?"
"Take your shirt off," Drake directed. "Yeah, those are some nice breasts you have here," he said, watching her face as he bent down and fondled them. Hearing her little moan when he gave her nipples a little pinch and tug. "Now I think it's time for you to learn how to use them, wrap your tits around my cock and give me your very first tittyfuck," Drake commanded at the his pants hit the floor with a thud.
"Like this?" Becky asked innocently as she did as she was told. She followed every command he gave her. How empowered she felt beneath his tutelage. She knew he could have forced himself onto her. Violated her in every way possible that Sunday, yet he didn't, he only took what she was willing to give at that moment, yet now, now she wanted more. She wanted him to take her. To fuck her on her bed, to paint it in her juices, to make her howl into the mattress as she came on his cock. When Drake informed her that he was about to cum, she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around his rod, sinking down to the farthest she could take him. Feeling his hot seed flooding her mouth, it still tasted awful to her, yet she was determined to see that Drake enjoyed being with her. Nodding in understanding when Drake told her he had to use the bathroom. Watching him walking nude out of her room. Scurrying to her feet, hastily stripping out of the last remainder of her clothes and getting onto her bed. Her face pressed against the mattress as she held her cheeks apart, allowing her pussy to open. Feeling her nectar leaking out at what she hoped would be the first of many times, she's felt him inside of her. Hearing the toilet flushing, her heart hammered in her chest, knowing she was about to be taken by a man who knew what he was doing, unlike the first boy she had been with in his room.
"Please, Drake, please, won't you come over here and fuck me? Show me what being fucked is really like?" Becky pleaded with him as she saw how he stood in the doorway of her room. "I know I don't have the skills to compare to the other women you've been with, yet they don't have a tight little pussy like mine. A pussy that desperately wants to feel you deep inside of it."
"I didn't bring any condoms with me, Beck," Drake spoke as he walked towards her bed once he had shut and locked the door.
"It's okay. Today is a safe day, so you can cum in me if you want," Becky said, trying not to let her voice betray how much she wanted this and how nervous she was at the same time.
"You sure this is what you want? Once we do this, there's no turning back. Sucking and eating you out is one thing. Sex is on a whole different level," Drake spoke as he ran his fingers along her labia and vulva before sinking two fingers into her pussy, feeling it tightening around them as he loosened her up so she wouldn't have a problem taking him back there. Hearing her muffled squeal and moan as he added a third one once she was wet enough not to cause her pain. Watching how her legs kicked as he hammered her pussy with four of his fingers pumping away within her hot cunt.
"I don't care, I want it, I want to feel you in me, I want to feel your cum inside of me," Becky moaned, yet low enough so not to travel outside of her room. She knew if her father found out, she would be thrown away just like he had done with Franklin and Aydin. "Please, Drake, make me yours," she pleaded once again. "Oh, shit, oh, shit," Becky rapidly said as she felt Drake's crown pressing on her entrance.
"Relax, it will hurt if you're too tense," Drake spoke, backing off a bit, teasing her some more with the head of his cock. Listening to her gasp of shock as he eased half his length into her, feeling her folds just strangling his cock as he pushed deeper into her cunt. "You like having that big cock buried in you, don't you?" he asked, making her squeal as he bottomed out inside of her pussy. Smirking as she screamed out into her mattress, thankful she had the wherewithal to do that. If she hadn't, she knew his father and Idin would have heard her as he rolled his hips, stirring his cock within that wet pussy of hers. Watching her body shuddering as he withdrew and then thrusted hard back into her. Feeling her body just giving in to him, letting go as her pussy began to grow accustomed to his cock. Wondering if Franklin and Aydin would care to have a poke at her as well, seeing how he was only doing this for his mother.
"Yes, Drake, I love feeling you in me," Becky panted, trying to keep her voice below a shout.
"Then fuck yourself on my cock," Drake directed, showing her how to do it as he pulled and pushed her hips forward and backwards on his slick pole. To instill the skills she would need to become a good lover to whomever she had sex with. Noting the amount of cream that was coating his cock. Listening to her moans as she came on his rod for the third time. "Yeah, hold your legs just like that," he spoke as Becky laid on her back, holding her spread legs as close as she could get them to her chest. Showing off her now bald pussy to him, noting how wet it was as it shone in the light of her bedroom. "Let's give this pussy a little rest before I really fuck you," Drake said, seeing her inexperience in her eyes when he said that.
"O-okay," Becky said weakly. Her hips jerked involuntarily as he teased her oversensitive mound with the tip of his tongue. Biting her lower lip, trying to hold back her moans as Drake brought her to another orgasm. She would have thought with the number of times she'd came, he wouldn't taste her. Losing herself to the pleasure that was filling her body, wondering why she'd waited so long to find out how good this could feel. Knowing she could and would give her body to him any time he wanted her. She would gladly do whatever it was that he wanted if only he would make her feel like this every time. Breathing heavily, whimpering when he fondled her breasts as Drake thrusted his hips, causing his cock to rub against her clit.
"You want more of this cock, don't you?" Drake asked in a commanding voice as he slapped his cock against her pussy.
"Yes, Drake, I want it; I want to cum all over it again," Becky stated, her grip loosened on her legs, her mouth inched open as Drake slid his cock back into her.
"You might want to cover your mouth. I'm really going to move now since this tight little pussy is all nice and loose enough to handle me," Drake spoke, holding onto her legs, keeping them open as he watched how her hands flew to her mouth. Smirking when it didn't take him but five minutes of hard pounding to get her to cum. "Just wait till next week. I'm going to make you scream since we'll be alone." Seeing her eyes widen when he said that. "Because I know you want me to fuck you again, isn't that right?" he asked, watching her nod in agreement. "Good. If you want to get good, you'll need a lot of practice."
"I'm willing to learn, Drake," Becky said in-between muffled moans. It was only because of her hands covering her mouth that her horrific scream of bliss wasn't heard throughout the house as she came hard on her brother's cock. Hearing her juices just jetting out of her once the plug that had been holding it back left her stretched-out pussy. Moving her body the way he told her as she came to rest on her side. Hearing his commanding tone in her ear, his breath hot in it as Drake told her to put his cock back inside of her as he held up her left leg. Feeling her slickness coating her fingers as she guided his cock back into her overheated mound. Her fingers gripped her comforter, feeling how soaked it was becoming as Drake slowly pumped his cock into her. Showing her the difference between a hard pounding and the slow build-up he was currently doing. "Drake, do... do I please you?" Becky asked in a breathy tone as her inexperience showed.
"You're doing great. This pussy is now ready to take me any time," Drake spoke. His fingertips ran down Becky's stomach, feeling the light film of sweat on her skin as he reached between her legs. Watching the shock play along her face as his light teasing of her clit brought her newfound pleasure that she's never experienced. "Can you feel that?" he inquired as he continued to play with her clit.
"Mmmhmm, are you about to cum?" Becky queried in an innocent tone. Squeezing her folds tighter, hoping to get to feel her brother's cum flooding her womb. Wondering if it would feel like the way Amina had said it would when she was having sex with her then-boyfriend who broke it off with her before heading to Europe to backpack through it, before heading off to his high-class college. "Please, Drake, I want you to cum in me. I want to feel it shooting inside of me. Please..." Burying her face into her mattress when Drake thrust his cock deep inside of her. Her body exploded in euphoria when she had another massive orgasm when her brother's cum flooded her womb. Her body shuddered as she felt him sliding his cock out of her pussy. "God, I'm so fucking sore?!" she moaned in her mind, yet a wide smile was on her lips that was hidden by her mattress. Looking up at Drake in surprise when he rolled her onto her back, swallowing hard when he straddled her chest with his pussy cream-coated cock dangling down at her.
"Clean it," Drake ordered. "That's a good girl. You like the taste of your sex on my cock, don't you?" She didn't need to say a word, given how she was sucking him off with gusto. It gave Drake the answer he was looking for. Smirking wickedly down at her when Becky's eyes widened in surprise when she felt him rehardening in her hot mouth. His mother loved the fact that he could do such a thing. Not that he ever did so with a client unless they paid for it, that is. He was a whore, a male whore. He didn't have sex for free unless he wanted to. Which was rare. Out of all his sexual encounters, only five percent of them were with women he wanted to do that with. "You ready for round two? Time for you to learn how to ride a cock," Drake instructed.
Idin stood in her daughter's bedroom, wondering why it smelled like pussy and cum. Even if it was stale, she could tell. She knew it had to be so thick in the air for it to linger in the air for so long. Not like how her father made her own sex linger for hours afterwards. No, she wasn't faulting Mario. He was getting older; his body was slowing down. It was natural. Yet, she remembered the nights he would fuck her for hours when she had told Jake she was going out with the girls. Now she was lucky if it lasted for forty-five minutes. She wasn't complaining. Mario had no trouble getting her off. Nevertheless, she missed the nights when they would be at it for hours.
"Who was it?" Idin hissed, shaking her daughter awake. Throwing Becky's covers off of her body, gasping as she saw the residue of cum coating her thighs. "Rebecca Ann Jenkins, you will tell me this instant who you let in this damn house?!" she growled, wagging her finger in her daughter's rather shocked face.
"D-D-Dante," Becky lied, quickly trying to come up with a name so she didn't get Drake in trouble, remembering how her friends were talking about him on Sunday. She knew if she told her mother that Drake had fucked her senseless beneath their noses last night that they would throw him out the first thing.
"Dante... you don't mean Dante Cole, do you?" Idin asked; her motherly instincts kicked in, thinking the man had taken advantage of her naïve daughter. Think the man had tricked her into giving him her virginity. Not realizing that Becky had lost that long ago. "I'm very disappointed in you, Becky," she sighed, sinking down onto her daughter's bed. "You have to stay away from that man, you hear me? He's nothing but a whoremonger. He doesn't care about you; he just wants to fuck you. That's all. You understand? He prays on women, and honey, you're naïve in the ways of men. People like him will take advantage of that. So, if you ever see him again, or he tries to get into this house, you tell me, and I'll have the police here to take care of the man," Idin said in a loving tone, not realizing that she had been talking about Drake. "Go take a shower, clean that cum off your thighs, then I'll take you to the doctors."
"Why?!" Becky asked, incensed.
"Because you let some man cum inside of you?! You don't know what kind of diseases he has! What were you thinking? You could have gotten pregnant?!" Idin spoke in a stern tone yet keeping her voice at a controlled level.
"No! I won't go!"
"You live under our roof, you will," Idin said, putting her foot down.
"Fine, but if Dante wants to fuck me again, I'll give him all the pussy he can handle, just like I did last night," Becky uttered in defiance, lifting her left leg, remembering how Drake felt inside of her as she showed off her gapping pussy to her mother. "You're just jealous. You aren't getting his fat cock!" She was rather surprised when her mother slapped her. That was the first time her mother ever raised a hand to her.
"Fucking disgusting," Idin spat. "I'll overlook that comment on the basis that you're too gaga over whatever you think is a large cock. You have a lot to learn if you think something six inches is big. Now get your ass in the shower and wash that filth off your body, and for God's sake! Don't let your brother see you like this!" Grumbling as she walked towards Drake's room to wake him for breakfast. Easing into his room, silently shutting the door so he wouldn't see the state Becky was in. She didn't know how he would react as she approached his bed. Shaking the thoughts from her mind as her eyes lingered on Drake's chest. Then her hand stopped in midair as she caught sight of something that she had mistaken as his covers getting bunched up in his sleep until she saw movement beneath it. Tentatively, knowing she shouldn't be doing this, yet her hand moved on its own like it had to see what laid beneath his sheets. Her free hand flew to her mouth to contain her gasp so as not to alert Drake that she was in his room. She just couldn't peel her eyes away from it as his cock just stood there, moving slightly with the beat of his heart. Easing his sheets back down, hoping that Drake didn't wake up and catch her. What she didn't know was Drake was playing possum. He was already awake and heard her conversation with Becky, as much as she tried to keep it down. So Drake got himself hard, knowing she would be too tempted not to look.
"Drake," Idin said in a soft tone, hearing the shower going. "It's seven-thirty. Didn't you say you had to be somewhere this morning?" she asked, lightly shaking his left shoulder. Feeling how taut the muscle surrounding the joint was. "Come have some breakfast before you go," Idin spoke in a motherly tone as Drake stretched in his bed, giving her a mumbled 'Okay' as he did. "No wonder those women were on him in Italy," she whispered as she shut his door behind him. "I would be too if I wasn't his aunt... step-mother," Idin corrected herself as she walked towards the kitchen. What frightened her was the fact she felt heat forming between her legs because of it.
"You okay, hon?" Mario asked, noting how in her mind she was when he was filling up his travel mug with some delicious brown gold when Idin walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, it's nothing, just thinking of what we can do to get Drake onboard is all," Idin lied. She didn't want to let on that the sight of Drake's cock had excited her, and it scared her. Wondering if she was like her sister after all.
"Ah, he'll come around. I know he will, especially after what I gave him last night before we had our fun," Mario said with that cocky grin of his.
"I know, but we can't let up. Otherwise, Iliana will just sink her hooks back into him," Idin said, getting the eggs out so she could make some waffles for Regan, Drake, and Becky, with a side of livermush. Something she had missed greatly during their stay in China.
"Not going to happen," Mario stated with conviction.
Not realizing at that moment Becky was in Drake's room sucking his morning wood off, nor how his daughter looked like a slut as she was kneeling before Drake with her mouth open as he painted her face in his cum, or how she was smiling because he had done so. Drake noted how her eyes were shining when he told her how good she looked, covered in his cum as her tongue licked off what it could reach. Watching how she placed a kiss on his now deflating cock, after she wiped her face clean.
"When you come back, Drake, if you do before Monday, I want you in my pussy again," Becky said, bending over and touching her toes, showing off how red and wet she was for it.
"You better leave Becky before I have to make you howl again," Drake said in a sinful tone. While he did feel bad about turning Becky into his personal slut, yet she did hide the fact of his father's betrayal from them. Then again, this too was needed to get back at his father for everything he had done to his mother.
"Please, Drake, just run it through my lips one time, just so I'll have something to tide me over until then," Becky pleaded. Moaning lightly as her body shivered in delight at the feel of his crown moving through her labia. She couldn't wait for Monday and the hours of sex they would be having. Wiggling her ass as she walked towards his bedroom door, wrapping her towel around her body. A satisfied smile formed on her lips as she turned the doorknob, flashing him her breasts before her towel covered them, and out the door she went.
Drake arrived at Samantha's house twenty till nine that morning. Seeing her flinging the door open, her toned legs carried her racing towards him. Her smile was wide on her lips. He fumbled to catch her as she leapt onto him in excitement.
"I did it!" Samantha exclaimed for all the neighborhood to hear.
"Did what?" Drake asked, very confused.
"I got an 'A.' My first one in that class ever! And it's all thanks to you, Drake," Samantha said before passionately kissing him. "How about we go to my room, and I'll show you how much I'm thankful for your help," she spoke in a lustful tone as the events of Sunday flashed in her mind.
"I could go for some extracurricular activities," Drake replied in a very sinful tone.
"I was hoping you would be," Samantha answered with a smile before leading Drake into her home.
Chapter eight
Monday of next week...
Becky waited nervously for Drake to arrive. She knew he was tutoring someone. Drake had told them on that Thursday morning after the night she had given herself to him. How she has been so anxious to have him once again, and this time there was no one to stop them or overhear them except for Regan. Recounting the conversation she heard her mother having with Drake. Telling him that she was grounded, that she wasn't allowed to go anywhere or do anything with her friends. Which was kind of fine with her since they would most likely be having sex most of the time when Regan wasn't awake. She was lounging in the den while Regan played on the floor, longing for the time to pass quicker. Becky could already feel how wet she was getting at the thought of having Drake back inside of her. Noting how Regan stopped playing with her dolls as her favorite mid-morning cartoon show came on. She will admit she did miss the Chinese and Japanese anime they were able to watch while they lived in China. She loved the people there, just not their government. She knew they got lax treatment seeing how her father was in charge of the branch over there for a time. Yet she knew they were watching them.
Her smile grew and lifted the corners of her lips at the sound of the doorbell. Hoping that it was Drake. Wondering if Regan would understand if she just dropped to her knees in the entranceway and serviced Drake right there. While she still hasn't gotten used to the taste of cum, she would swallow all of his because she knew he did the same with her.
"Drake! Drake! Drake!" Regan spoke excitedly as she hopped towards the door while holding Becky's hand.
Becky smiled down at her little sister, knowing she would be sleeping in her room while their parents were out of town till Thursday. However, she was rather surprised to find Amina, Mikaela, and Janet greeting her with warm smiles once she had answered the door. That wasn't all. She noted the bags in their hands, which earned them a very curious look from her. Recounting the conversation they had in Mikaela's car when they drove to the mall to kill time, their ragging on her when Amina was the one that pointed out how odd she was walking.
******
At that time, she still hadn't fully recovered from her Wednesday night of bliss. They wouldn't let up until she admitted she got laid, then they only drilled down to find out who it was with. When she went with the lie she had told her mother, she noted the very odd and perplexed looks on their faces.
"You slept with your brother?!" It was Mikaela's voice that filled the car when she had found a parking spot.
"What?! No, I would..."
"Who do you think Dante Cole is?!" Amina shouted, nearly bouncing in her seat. Knowing now, he would definitely have to fuck her to keep their secret. She knew it was underhanded, yet she really, really wanted that cock of his.
"Wait... huh?" Recounting the confusion that marred her face when Amina said that.
"Hasn't he told you?" Janet asked, a little jealous that Becky beat her at being the first to fuck him.
"Told me, what?! What are the three of you even talking about?!" Becky exclaimed, trying to make sense of it all.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone this, okay? This is very serious, Beck, you have to promise, or if he finds out, we'll be blackballed. I'm not letting that happen, you feel me?" Mikaela spoke in a firm, harsh tone as she peered around her seat.
"Okay, what's going on here? What's up with all this secrecy?" Becky asked, looking at her friends while trying to wrap her head around it all.
"Because it's important," Amina spoke, her tone and eyes hinted at the trouble that might befall them if word got out. "No one is supposed to know what his name really is. That's why he goes by the name of Dante Cole. To keep people like us and those that want to hurt people like him from finding out who he truly is. Do you know how jealous I am of you? You got to have that man inside of you! Do you know how many women in the community want that very thing?! And don't deny you haven't been with him, Becky. The way you were walking told us you've been fucked by a big cock," she said. Mikaela and Janet nodding along. "So you need to promise us if we tell you the truth about Dante Cole, you have to keep it to yourself, forever. Am I clear on that?"
"Okay, fine, I promise, I won't tell a soul. Now, what's this about Dante being Drake?"
"Do you know what a gigolo is?" Janet asked, peering over at her friend.
"Are you telling me, Drake, is this Dante Cole, who's a gigolo?" Becky asked in disbelief.
"How do you think he can afford that fancy car, Beck?" Amina asked, shooting her friend a pointed look. "Why do you think my mother was all over him that Sunday because you have to know Drake ate her out when she went inside that day," she huffed, still annoyed by that.
"What?! No way?!" Becky balked.
"Why do you think I said he was gorgeous up close that day in your room? Because that wasn't the first time I've seen him. I've seen him in passing twice before then, and that was when he was leaving our home after getting done fucking my mother. Trust me, I know it's true," seeing the doubt in Becky's eyes, "because mother likes to brag about how Dante fucked her to everyone, even me. Only because I caught him leaving the house those times. Knowing my mother, with him within reaching distance, there is no way my mother didn't get her pussy eaten. Given how she's bragged about his skill. So is it true?"
"Is what true?" Becky muttered, wishing Mikaela's car was a four-door so she could make her escape.
"Don't play coy with us, Beck. Are the rumors true about his pussy eating skills?" Janet stated with a stern look in her eyes. So, hoping that it was.
"If I tell you, you got to promise me that you won't tell anyone, especially my Dad, alright?" Becky spoke in all seriousness.
"Why? Is your dad like a hardass or something?"
"Something like that, he would toss Drake out and never let him near the house," Becky nodded.
"Well, good thing he can't say shit about who's banned from the community, seeing how Drake has the five women who sit on the board on his side, three of them are our parents, and they love him," Mikaela spoke with Amina and Janet nodding along.
"We promise Becky, we won't say a word. This will just be between us. No one else needs to know who Dante really is except our mothers, and they know the price if they out him. Not something they'll ever do; otherwise, they'll lose access to his cock, and that will just kill them," Janet said, getting an 'Mmmhmm' out of the other two.
"Okay, yes, it's true. I've never cum that hard ever!"
"Oh, you have to tell us everything!" Amina said in an excited tone, nearly bouncing in her seat.
******
"I wasn't expecting to see the three of you here, at least not this early," Becky said, returning to the present as she peered at her friends.
"Like we'd leave you alone, in this nice big house, with him, for four days," Amina said with a smirk on her lips.
"We are so going to f... sleep with him," catching herself as Regan looked up at her, "and no one is going to stop us," Janet said with determination.
"And really, you were going to do it anyway, so why not let us have some too," Mikaela stated with a coy grin.
"Alright, but Regan will be sleeping in my room, so it might be a tight fit," Becky said, gesturing for her friends to enter.
"Oh, I'll be staying in Drake's bed, and no one's going to kick me out of it," Amina stated with conviction.
"Amina, that's not fair to the rest of us. I say we switch off every night," Mikaela said as they placed their bags in the living room.
"Yeah, you can't hog him, Amina. We want some too," Janet stated, getting a nod from Mikaela.
"So, how do we decide then?" Amina spoke, hearing Becky's 'Ugh!' as she led Regan back to the den so she could finish her show.
Becky shook her head in disbelief at what Amina was saying, which she could hear clearly from the living room. Calling for the best three out of five when Amina had lost. Noting how Mikaela and Janet walked triumphantly into the room, with Amina slowly following behind. Looking oddly at her when she slumped down beside her.
"I was cheated," Amina pouted.
"We won fair and square," Janet said, sitting proudly on the other side of the room.
"Won what?" Becky asked, looking at the three of them.
"Mikaela and I will have tonight; you and Amina will have tomorrow. Don't worry about Regan. We'll keep our ears open for her. We can't let your parents suspect we were here or what we'll be doing in this house of theirs," Janet said in a supportive tone.
"And don't worry about cooking. The way Mom tells it, Drake can really cook," Mikaela said, pondering on when he was supposed to arrive. "Where is he, by the way?"
"Yeah, I thought he would be here by now," Amina joined in.
"Drake said he was tutoring someone, and he would be here when it was over," Becky said truthfully.
"Who?" Janet asked, perking up at the news, wondering if she could get some special tutoring when she was in college.
"Don't know; he didn't say, just that he was tutoring someone in the mornings," Becky said with a shrug of her shoulders. Looking down at her phone, noting how it was already ten-thirty, wondering if she should call him. Peering over at Amina, who nudged her hand, nodding as if she had read her mind. Getting a little antsy the longer the phone rang, wondering what he was doing that caused him not to answer his phone. About to resign to her fate that Drake was doing another woman, given what she now knew about her brother, that was when she heard the line connect.
"Sorry, Beck, the Bluetooth wasn't connecting for some odd reason, so I had to find somewhere to pull over."
"It's okay, Drake," Becky said, feeling rather happy to hear the sound of his voice for some strange reason she couldn't explain. "I was just wondering if you were on the way over. Regan is really excited to see you," she spoke in a soft tone while quickly adding to herself, "As am I."
"Yeah, just got back into the city. I was going to stop on the way there and grab something to eat since it'll be somewhere around eleven by the time I get there."
"Drake, why don't you just make lunch here. Plus, Regan needs lunch too, and you can display those culinary skills you boasted about on Wednesday to us," Becky said, seeing the wide smiles that she was getting out of her friends.
"Did they like, go shopping before they left?"
"They did," Becky stated with a nod.
"Tell me what they have, so I can figure out something to make for three..."
"Six, we're having house guests that are going to stay with us the rest of the week... Dante," Becky said, using his gigolo name.
"Where did you hear that name?"
"Oh, it's floating around the community like an autumn breeze. You've made quite the impression on the women of this place, Dante. I wonder if that's where you got your skills from," Becky said, seeing the uneasiness in her friends when she kept using that name.
"And you think I'm this Dante?"
"I know you are; I saw you leave Mikaela's home late one night. I wondered what you were doing there since Mikaela said you weren't there to fuck her like we both know she wants it," Becky said, teasing her friend, whose mouth had to be covered to keep from being discovered that they were listening in.
"Maybe I was there to see her father. How would you know she and I haven't been secretly seeing one another?" Biting her lip when Mikaela was shaking her head and hands so vehemently that they weren't when Amina and Janet glared at her, she almost burst out laughing at the spectacle.
"Come now, Drake, you think I would believe that when you ate Amina's mother out in this very house?" Becky asked with a teasing tone, seeing Amina nod that she would watch Regan for her. "Or how about that Friday you took Janet's mother out, awful strange for someone that doesn't live here to be seen with all three of them, don't you think, brother?" she purred, enunciating the word brother as she left the room.
"That could mean anything. It doesn't prove that I'm this Dante Cole fellow."
"I see, so you're going to stick with that, huh?" Becky mused. "Well, I guess that would explain why you were so good in fucking me last Wednesday night. I bet all those women who pay to have sex with you, seeing how you're a gigolo, just can't get enough of that cock, am I right?" she asked with a coy smile on her lips as she walked into the kitchen.
"What if I am, I didn't hear you complaining."
"Oh, I'm not. Trust me, that's the last thing I'm doing," Becky retorted, opening up the refrigerator door, telling him everything they had within it. "It just makes a few things very clear about you now. Like how their mothers were acting that day by the pool. Why my friends all want to fuck you? Why you have money when we both know a man your age shouldn't. All these things are becoming clearer now that I know what you are. I do hope you're clean, Drake. You pumped a lot of cum into my pussy that night," she said, smiling down at the floor as her ass rested against the edge of the island when she leaned against it. "Drake, you know you can tell me the truth. I'm not about to out you to Dad. We both know how he would be if he found out that you're the great Dante Cole," Becky stated, grinning madly at the snort that got out of her brother. "So, if you want my silence on the matter, you'll have to do something for me."
"Oh? You know blackmail is illegal, right?"
"So is fucking your sister, yet that didn't stop you from burying your cock into my pussy, now did it?" Becky uttered, looking down when Regan ran into the kitchen with her friends trailing after her.
"Fine, what is it?"
"Oh, nothing I'm sure you haven't done before, something I'm sure Amina, Janet, and Mikaela would greatly enjoy." Seeing the curious and intrigued looks on their faces when she said those words. "You will take us all at once. I'm sure you can handle four horny teenagers. Why else do you have those hard, sexy muscles, hmm?" Becky cooed, seeing the glee on her friends' faces when she spoke those words.
"Was already planning on that, not much in the way of blackmail. Might want to work on that." Becky looked oddly at her phone when the line went dead. Wondering if she pushed him too much. That wasn't her intention, yet she couldn't say how he would take the news of his secret being revealed.
"So, what did he say?" Janet asked, already feeling her pussy growing wet at the thought of finally being with him.
"He was already planning on sleeping with you three," Becky answered, sliding her phone into her pocket. Smiling down at her sister when Regan was uttering: 'Juice, juice, juice!'
"When is he supposed to be here?" Amina asked, hoping she had time to get herself dolled up.
"In about half an hour," Becky said truthfully. Arching an eyebrow watching her friend running out of the kitchen.
"I'm going to use your shower!" Amina said as she raced towards Becky's bathroom. She wanted to be fresh for when Drake had his mouth on her pussy. She wanted him to take pleasure in how she would taste on his tongue.
"They're being silly, aren't they, Regan?" Becky asked, looking down at her little sister as she nodded while sipping on her sippy cup when the other two bolted from the room to follow Amina's lead.
******
Drake knew it would be only a matter of time before his secret was found out. He just wasn't expecting Becky to use the knowledge in the way she had. He had stopped at KFC and got a twenty-piece meal with all the sides, just to throw Becky off her game. He had to show her he didn't respond to threats well. Personally, he could care less what his father thought. His father's opinion of him died the day he learned he had been stepping out on his mother. Drake just couldn't believe his father would cheat on his mother, with Idin of all people. She wasn't even half as beautiful as his mother was. Then again, he could just be seeing through rose-tinted glasses. Although, as he looked down at the bag, he was a little annoyed that KFC did away with their potato wedges. That was what brought the whole thing together, in his opinion.
"Drake... I thought..." Becky mumbled once she answered the door and saw the bag in his hand.
"What? Did you think I was going to cook? I don't like being threatened, Becky," Drake spoke in a hard tone, watching how her cheeks grew red under his gaze.
"But, I wasn't... I didn't..."
"You, going to let me in, or should I go home?" Drake asked with an arched eyebrow. Stepping into his father's home, he would retrieve his bags after they had their lunch. Looking down when Regan was hugging his leg with a wide smile on her lips.
"Please, Drake, I was only teasing you. I didn't mean anything by it," Becky said in an apologetic tone as she closed and locked the front door so Regan couldn't get out. "Don't be mad," she whispered, pressing her forehead against his chest. This was not the reaction she had thought she would get out of him as her fingers curled around his shirt. "Please, don't shut me out because of it," Becky pleaded as she stared up at him. Rising on her toes, feeling the velvety softness of his lips as hers touched his.
"I do hope you have some for us," Amina purred, a seductive smirk formed on her lips as Drake turned his attention towards them. Watching how his eyes ran down her very thin white t-shirt, allowing her 38A breasts to show through the material, her pink areolas beckoned to Drake to encase them in his lips. Her boy shorts were tight, showing off the shape of her womanhood to his eyes as she stood there with her hands on her hips.
"Yeah," Janet stepped up in a red chemise, not bothering with a bra. She wanted him to gaze at her 32C breasts, and the way the lace showed off her matching panties. "She's been with you. Let someone else know what that cock feels like deep inside of me," she cooed as she crossed her arms.
"Mmmhmm," Mikaela hummed as she stepped up to Amina's left side in a mini, pink silk slip. Hoping he liked how the slip showed off her chocolate orbs. Wondering if her 38D breasts were too large for him or if he preferred smaller breasts like Amina's. "I know I can make you moan far better than my mother can," she said in a heated tone as she lifted the front of her slip, showing off that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She would have only done so, given how Regan's attention wasn't on her.
"I don't know. Your mother does like her cheeks clapped a lot," Drake said sinfully, seeing Mikaela's cheeks heating. "You have your work cut out for you since she knows how to throw that ass back at me."
"Oh, don't you worry, I'll show you what I and this ass of mine can do," Mikaela said with determination. She was going to show him something that even her mother was scared to do. Taking Drake in her ass, she's been preparing herself for this moment. She knew she wouldn't be able to do it a lot, but on rare occasions she would have him back there.
"Well, come on, before the food gets cold," Amina said, knowing once Regan takes her nap, then their fun will start.
Regan was having a gay ol' time with her drumstick as her feet kicked. Drake noticed how Becky was eating in-between, making sure Regan wasn't spilling her food all over the place.
"Oops," Amina muttered as her spoon fell off the table. "I best get that," she spoke before slipping beneath the table.
It wasn't hard for Drake to notice how no one believed it was a mistake. Noting how Janet stared down at his lap when he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Like he didn't know what Amina was doing, he wasn't a fool. Seeing Amina's grinning face peering up at him from between his legs. Wiggling his cock at her, watching the hunger in her eyes as he grew harder. Placing his hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer to his rod. Watching how her mouth opened and her lips wrapped around his cock. Then the widening of her eyes as her jaw just inched wider the further she went down on his length. Going back to his meal, glancing down as Amina went wild on his cock, or as wild as she could without making too much noise. Noting how Janet couldn't take her eyes off of her friend as she was giving it her all to make him cum. Noting how Amina's eyes fluttered, it appeared to Drake she had an orgasm when his own semen flooded her mouth, nor did she lick the cum that had dribbled down her chin when she retook her seat, not until all her friends had a good look of what she had just done. Running her finger along the skin of her chin before bringing it to her lips.
"Mmm, delicious," Amina cooed once she had sucked her finger clean. "I can't wait to have more," she purred as the fires of her hunger burned in her grey eyes.
"Just you wait. You'll love it when it's in here," Janet whispered, tapping her lips as she peered at Drake. Keeping her lustful words from Regan's innocent ears. "No woman will feel as good as I will," she boasted, earning her a searing glare from her friends.
"Oh? Mighty big words when I know what your mother feels like," Drake retorted, seeing her eyes harden, eager to prove that her words rang true.
"You sure it's wise to taunt us?" Mikaela spoke with a lustful smile on her lips. Knowing she so wasn't going to be walking straight for a few days, she couldn't wait!
"I'll risk it," Drake mused as he brought his fork to his lips.
******
Drake peered over at the door of his bedroom as Janet closed and locked the door. Watching how her light blonde hair draped down along her chest as he was hanging up his suits, he decided to bring along for the 'dates' he had that week. Seeing how her green eyes were gazing at him, her mind playing, scheming behind her eyes.
"Something you need?" Drake asked as he shut the closet door.
"Is my mother really that good?" Janet inquired, building herself up for what was about to come.
"One of the few women that can get me off in a matter of minutes, so yes, she is. Are you wanting to see if you can break her record?" Drake spoke with a challenging look in his eyes.
"Would you hate me if I said yes?" Janet asked in a bashful tone.
"Well, you can't find out if you're all the way over there now, can you?" Drake uttered. His left hand reached down and lowered the zipper of his pants. Leaving the rest for her to decide if this was what she really wanted.
"What if I wanted more than just giving you head?" Janet queried, feeling the heat forming between her legs. Her eyes followed the flight of his condom as he threw it onto the bed. Following suit as Drake pulled off his t-shirt. Her hands ran up along the curvature of her breasts, pinching her nipples as her eyes drank in the muscles of his hard chest. Walking over to his bed, gently placing his bags on the floor, lowering herself down onto the foot of the bed. "Take it off," she cooed, her eyes stared hard at his open zipper. Her eyes flickered up to his face, leaning back on her arms, shaking her breasts at him slightly just to get the beast, as her mother calls it, to rise for her. Crossing her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy just radiating against the skin of her thighs. Her hardened nipples tried desperately to cut through the lace of her red chemise as she watched on. Dragging her lower lip along her teeth as his pants fell to the floor, his boxers soon joined its brethren. "Mother did say you had muscles that went on and on," Janet spoke in a breathy voice. Her eyes traveled up his naked body, savoring every inch of it. Knowing next time, it might not be free. Not that she minded, she would gladly pay him, since she knew that was how he made his living. "Drake, before we start, how much do you charge for this?"
"Three grand," Drake said factually. Since his return and the gossip about his time in Italy had reached the shores of his birth, his fees have gone up because of it. Not that he minded, it meant more money to take care of his mother and their home, which in truth, is all he really cared about.
"And the dates you go on, is that three thousand as well?" Janet asked. Her left leg kicked lazily, licking the corner of her mouth as Drake's cock began to rise. Quickly adding up the amount of money he was making a week in her head if he worked all seven days. Whistling in her head when it came to twenty-one thousand if he wasn't getting paid for sex and forty-two thousand if he was.
"Do you want to talk about my work or get down to the reason you're staring at my cock so intently," Drake uttered with a coy smile on his lips.
"Mmm... yes, I've waited long enough, bring that thing here, and I'll show you what I can do," Janet spoke in a challenging tone.
Drake wouldn't admit it. He was rather surprised at the skill she was showing as her head bobbed on his cock. The way her hand worked in time with her glide. Granted, it wasn't on par with her mother's skill, yet he knew with time she would get there, not that he was complaining. Her green eyes peered up at him as she sucked on his left nut while her right continued to stroke him off. She didn't need to be told when he placed his hand on top of her head. Janet quickly slid her lips down his shaft just before he erupted. Her arms lifted; the light material of her chemise danced along her skin as Drake eased it from her shoulders. Her lips pulled at his as she leaned back on the bed. Moaning into his mouth as the pads of his fingers teased her panty-covered mound. Her heavy panting tickled his eardrums as he kissed down her chest. Feeling her trembling as his tongue teased her nipples. Wondering if she was one of the few women he's been with that gets an orgasm from doing such a thing.
"Drake?!" His name left her lips in a breathless whisper as her back arched, the back of her head pressed down hard onto the mattress as she came while Drake was sucking gently on her left nipple. Her chest rose, her eyes held a soft longing in them as she felt her panties easing down her thighs. Wondering if he would like the arrow she had shaved into her little patch of fur, telling him where she wanted his tongue and cock. "Oh, shit, oh, fuck... yes!" Janet screamed out as she bucked like mad as Drake's tongue assaulted her wet mound. Feeling his hand pressing down on her stomach to keep her in place due to the amount of thrashing she was currently doing. She never suspected it would be this fucking fantastic! "No wonder, Mom, gets all misty-eyed when she talks about it," she thought to herself as her body was wracked with an orgasm the likes she's never felt before. "I'm cumming!" Her shout filled the house like she was standing beside the four that weren't currently in the room. Drake, however, experienced temporary hearing loss because of it.
Drake's finger wiggled in his ear as he stood at the foot of the bed, while Janet was still thrashing about due to how her body was convulsing at the moment. He knew she loved it, given the huge smile on her lips as she curled herself into a ball to ride out the rest of it. Seeing how she was nearing the end, kneeling on the bed, seeing the look on her face when he took hold of her right leg and held it against his chest as he slid into her wet, tight hole.
"Oh, Drake, Drake, Drake," Amina teased once Janet was able to walk again. Seeing her friend's face heating, not out of embarrassment.
"What? Just you wait. It's better than the rumors make him out to be," Janet taunted with a wide smile on her lips.
"So, how loose did he make you?" Mikaela asked, knowing with something that big it was just a given.
"You'll find out soon enough," Janet said, sinking down onto the couch, wincing slightly at the soreness of her pussy. Not that she was going to complain, never that, it was just too good. Although, she knew she would have to limit her time with him if she wanted to remain as tight as she could. Then again, it might take her days for that to happen. She knew her mother held her father off for at least two days before she had sex with him again. Wondering if her father had put it together or not, or if he even cared anymore. She knew they tolerated each other, that wasn't hard for her to miss. She knew neither wanted to upset the lives they had now. She couldn't blame her mother for looking outside of her marriage. She knew her father had been cheating on her since she was eight when she found some strange woman walking out of their bedroom one day. Not that she told her mother, yet she had to assume that she knew about it. "So, where did Drake go?" Janet whispered, leaning into Amina, watching how Becky was playing with Regan on the floor.
"Outside talking to someone," Amina responded.
"You know, you might want to work on being a bit quieter when you're with him," Becky stated, not looking back at her friend.
"I wasn't that loud, was I?" Janet asked, very red faced as her friends nodded.
"Had to take Regan upstairs so she couldn't hear anything, can't have Mom or Dad hearing the words you were moaning coming from Regan when they get back," Becky stated, peering back at Janet with a taunting smile on her lips. Pleased that she was able to keep her own moaning under control last Wednesday night. She, along with her friends, turned at the sound of the back door opening and the grumbling they heard coming from it.
"Wonder what put him in a mood?" Mikaela whispered, hearing the curses that were coming from the kitchen.
"Probably Dad or Mom; he doesn't get along with them as well as he lets on," Becky stated sadly.
"But he likes you, right?" Amina asked, hoping to see more of Drake once this little four-day adventure was over.
"I like to think so," Becky said a little bashfully as her cheeks heated. Making silly little faces down at Regan as she laughed in that adorable giggle of hers. "Everything okay, Drake?" she asked, not bothering to look at him as she heard his ingress into the den.
"Nothing I care to elaborate on," Drake mumbled.
"No need to wear that frown, Drake. It doesn't become you," Mikaela cooed as Drake lowered himself down into the seat beside her. "Come get you some brown sugar. It will sweeten you right up," she cooed, turning his chin towards her, her lips molding around his. Her hand trailed up along Drake's inner thigh as she finally got a taste of what he could do with his tongue as it rolled in her mouth. Breathlessly pulling away, she had thought her mother was exaggerating when she had overheard her speaking to one of her friends at how well and how stimulating it was to be kissed by him. "How about a little chocolate before dinner," Mikaela purred. However, whatever was to be Drake's reply was interrupted by the doorbell.
"I got it, Beck. You just keep Regan all smiling," Amina said, smiling down at Becky's little sister before she went to answer the door. "Mom?!" she gasped as her mother stood wearing a pointed look as her eyes ran down her body disapprovingly.
"Is that any way to answer the door? What if I was some man, huh?" Marsha asked in a motherly tone. "Don't you girls run off anywhere?!" she snapped, her raven hair lifted as the breeze cut along the front of the house. "You should be ashamed..." Her tongue stilled, her grey eyes widened, her body heated as she saw his form standing in the doorway. She had no idea he was there. Sure the car in the driveway did look familiar to her, yet nearly every other house had one or two of them in their driveways. Then her eyes dipped down at her daughter's attire and then back up to Drake before a knowing smile formed on her lips. "The sneak, I'll show her how to really fuck him," she said to herself. "Don't you go anywhere. I'll be back," Marsha stated from over her daughter's shoulder. "Now, don't frown, dear. It's bad for your skin," she spoke in a motherly voice before spinning on her heel and heading back to her car, so she could return to her house and pick up a few things. After all, she did have a 'date' with him, no sense in going out when he was already there and more than willing to give her what she needed.
"Damn it," Amina hissed, slamming the front door knowing in a matter of moments the other two would know Drake was there and ruin everything.
"Relax, it won't be the first mother-daughter menage a trois I've had," Drake uttered with a knowing smirk on his lips before returning to the den.
"But I don't want to share!" Amina blurted out.
"It's that, or we be sneaky," Drake spoke from over his shoulder before he disappeared from view.
It only took Marsha ten minutes to pack an overnight bag. The only reason she had stopped by Idin's house was to check on Becky and Regan for Idin when she got off of work. Not that Idin didn't doubt Drake wouldn't take care of them, yet Drake's never cared for a little girl like Regan before. Sure he might know his way around a woman's body expertly, just not what it took to look after a toddler. Leaving a note for her husband telling him he was on his own for tonight. She didn't care what he thought about it. Their marriage was now one more of a financial benefit than of love. She had forgotten when the last time they had slept in the same bed, much less had sex with one another. She prettied herself up a bit before dashing out of the house. Marsha would never let him see her disheveled, not the man that's given her one mind-blowing orgasm after another.
"Would you get that?" Amina grumbled, looking at Drake, knowing it would be her mother, as she pouted in her seat with her arms across her chest. Feeling Drake's fingertips on her chin, lifting it up, making her gaze at him.
"You do want this, yes?"
"Of course, I do," Amina answered in a soft tone.
"There's more than enough to go around. I have a feeling the other two will make themselves known soon enough," Drake stated, watching how Amina nuzzled the palm of his hand before placing a kiss on it. Her fingertips lingered on his before her hand fell away as he left the room. "Hello, Marsha," he greeted warmly as he answered the door.
"Hi, Drake," Marsha said in a girlish tone as she smiled sweetly at him. "Might I come in?" she asked, holding her bag in front of her.
"Certainly," Drake spoke, waving her in with a flare. Seeing how that got a smile out of her as she stepped over the threshold.
"It's good to see you again. I've missed you so much since Thursday," Marsha uttered, stepping up to him once he had closed the door. "It's the reason I've scheduled you so much, so I can get every moment I can with you before you head back to New York," she whispered, pressing her body into his. Softly moaning in her mind, she's always loved how his hard body felt against hers. "So, I was thinking, why don't we change it up from what we normally do on these nights. What do you say?" Marsha asked with hope in her eyes that he would say yes.
"So you want a night in?"
"Mmmhmm," Marsha hummed as she nodded vigorously. She knew he would never date her, be with only her. Lord knows she's tried. Still, the thought of spending a night, without the wining and dining that normally went along with their dates, to snuggle, to be with him in a less formal setting would be the highlight of her summer until he returned back to town or she took a trip to New York for business. That was the only way she could get out of town without raising her husband's ire.
"The bag is for?" Drake asked with a knowing grin.
"You know what it's for, Drake," Marsha purred before passionately kissing him.
"What are you doing here, Mom?" Amina asked in a testy voice.
"What do you think I'm here for?" Marsha replied with her own question as she turned towards her daughter. "Did you think I would just return home and allow this opportunity to pass me by?" she asked, wrapping her arms around Drake's as she pressed it into the valley of her breasts. "If you thought that, then you... well, I won't say that" Marsha mused, getting a kick out of her daughter's annoyed look on her face. "Plus, it would be improper of me, as your mother, to allow you and your friends to stay here with a man... like Drake," she hummed his name. "Who knows what you kids have planned," Marsha spoke in a knowing light.
"Yet you get him all the time. This was our chance?!" Amina huffed.
"It still could be dear," Marsha stated, lightly patting Drake on his arm. "Do be a dear and see my bag is stored in your room," she said, winking at him, knowing she would be lining his bed for hours on end. "Oh, look who's calling," she mused as she looked at her phone. "Hello, Idin, yes, I did. No, I think I should stay, just for a bit, to ensure everything is going okay. Yes, I know, but so far, everything appears to be okay," Marsha spoke as she walked past her daughter, hearing Regan giggling from the den. "Regan's doing just fine. She's playing with her sister," she stated, arching an eyebrow at the garments Janet and Mikaela were wearing. She didn't miss the look on Janet's face, a look that told her she felt Drake deep inside of her. "I'm sure the others won't mind peaking in on them," Marsha uttered, smiling wickedly at the two teenagers. "Okay, dear, hope you and Mario enjoy Atlanta. I know how tough it is to get some private time for yourselves with a little one at home." Hanging up her phone once she finished her one-sided conversation with Idin. "Amina, go wash your face. I can see the residue on it," she stated, her eye twitched at how her daughter had that smug look on her face.
"Drake?" Amina asked, stopping him once he had left his bedroom.
"Yeah?"
"Please, please, don't let Mom hog you," Amina pleaded as her fingers curled around his shirt.
"She's my client. I can't ignore my client," Drake said as gently as he could as he placed his hands on her upper arms.
"But Drake?!"
"I'm sorry, Amina, but the needs of a client come first," Drake said, knowing if he bugged off on it, he wouldn't be employed for much longer.
"Oh, don't be such a downer, honey. I wasn't planning on ruining anything for you," Marsha spoke as she walked up from behind her daughter. "You must think I'm blind to not notice how the three of you were clinging to him that day in the pool. We all knew you three would make your move. Why wouldn't you? You have spied on my conversations I've had about that man there," she said, smiling sweetly at her daughter when Amina turned around. "Especially after what I've heard he's done in Italy. Who knew you were so adventurous," Marsha purred, the tip of her tongue pressed on her upper lip as her eyes undressed Drake as they ran down his body.
"And what did you hear?" Amina asked curiously.
"That our dear Drake there, has had many mother-daughter threesomes before, isn't that right Drake?" Marsha answered with a smirk on her lips.
"Maybe," Drake admitted, knowing he could [WA1]come right out and say that about his foreign clients. Feeling his phone buzzing in his pocket, seeing the text from his Madam telling him he's been paid to entertain another that night.
"I see, you've gotten the update," Marsha mused, noting how her daughter was glancing between the two of them.
"So I have," Drake stated, pocketing his phone.
"Then why don't we partake in our nightly event early, hmm?" Marsha purred as she sauntered up to him.
"Oh, and where do you plan on doing this?" Drake asked with a coy smile.
"Where else?" Marsha retorted; her eyes glanced over Drake's right shoulder towards his bedroom.
A wicked thought popped into his head; he would never have thought of it if he respected his father still. Yet his father had destroyed that when he pulled his shit on his mother. Now he wondered how his father would take the news if he ever found out what he was about to do on it. "I was thinking a little more adventurous," Drake said, rehashing Marsha's words.
"And just where would that be, hmm?" Amina asked, quickly joining her mother's side, knowing she had paid for her to join in on her time with Drake.
"Yes, Drake, do tell us where you plan on making me and my daughter howl?" Marsha asked, shooting Amina a smirk. As weird as it might be for her, yet she wasn't going to allow Amina to pass up the chance for her to know what a real man was like compared to the man she would undoubtedly marry one day, given who they were.
"How would the two of you feel about truly soiling my father's bed?" Drake asked with an evil grin on his lips.
"A totally wicked thought, and one I will highly enjoy every time I'm invited over," Marsha said, matching Drake's grin.
"Then what are we waiting for?!" Amina stated excitedly, taking hold of Drake's hand and hurriedly leading him towards the stairs, hearing her mother's chuckle following after her. "Keep Regan down here. It's going to get loud," she warned as Becky appeared in the den's doorway.
"Really, Drake, you hate Dad that much?" Becky asked. He didn't need to answer her. The look on his face did it for him. Wondering if she even knew him at all. Feeling dirty just listening to Marsha's words about what she was going to do to Drake on her parents' bed. Pondering if she made a mistake in giving herself to Drake if he could do this. Yet she couldn't deny that she wanted to feel him in her again. Knowing she was going to have to make a discission if she was going to continue to see him in a sexual manner or close ranks with her father.
"Oh fuck, Mom, I never thought this would be so good?!" Amina moaned loudly as she bounced on Drake's cock as she rode him hard. She wouldn't say it was a true threesome since her mother wasn't participating in it. No, she was sitting off to the side watching it as she was riding Drake hard. Knowing her pussy would never get enough of his cock.
"I know," Marsha said sweetly. "Drake, you remember that night when you escorted me to the playhouse?"
"Yeah?"
"I was thinking next time, we get a private box and really have a good time," Marsha stated with a lustful smile on her face. Watching her daughter cumming once again on Drake's condom-covered cock. That was the one rule she had demanded that Amina follow. She wasn't about to become a grandmother just yet.
"Whatever you want," Drake stated, watching Amina collapsing to the left of him as she tittup in her bliss.
"Good, now, give this pussy of mine what it's been missing," Marsha said, moving to straddle his face, spreading her labia with her fingers before lowering herself down onto Drake's face.
Chapter Nine
Drake kept his smirk hidden as he stood in the doorway of his father's game room. Recounting how Mikaela was throwing her ass back at him when he had her bent over his father's pool table as Mario surveyed his home once they had arrived back home from their trip. How she was holding onto the lip of the table when she was laid flat on her back, begging him to fuck her ass. Which he had to admit really took him aback for a moment, given how no one's ever asked him to do that. How her ass just gripped his cock, he had to fight himself from cumming after a few strokes with the way her ass was squeezing his rod. He had even fucked her once again in the ass that morning, along with getting another feel of her pussy on his cock.
"Well, I'm surprised this place is still standing. I figured it would be trashed with beer bottles and whatnot from whatever party you and Becky could cook up," Mario spoke, bringing Drake out of his wondrous thoughts about Brie's equally talented daughter.
"Had planned on it, had it all ready to go, but Becky threatened to relieve me of my manhood if I did," Drake replied with a lie.
"Remind me to thank her then, well, Drake, I know this might not be how you wanted to spend some of your summer vacation, but I'm happy you were here to look out for your sisters," Mario said in a fatherly tone.
"I wonder if you would still be saying that if or when you find out what I did on your bed and in your pool," Drake thought to himself, his mind flashing back to the sounds of sloshing water as the sounds of Trish's soft moans filled his mind. "So, since your home, I will take off."
"Why? Why don't you stay for a bit longer?" Mario asked, eager to get his son to see the place like home.
"Got to work and things to do before then," Drake said, not that he did. He just didn't want to spend time with the two of them if he could help it. Plus, he was eager to spend what time he had in the arms of his mother. Also, Becky's been giving him some odd vibes, not that he cared, just a little odd in her behavior as of late. There was also the fact that she hadn't been on him like she was Wednesday night. Then again, his promise to his mother had been fulfilled on that front, so if she didn't seek him out any longer, that was fine by him. Women came and went in his life; his half-sister would just be another one.
"Ah, well, I know Regan's going to be asking for you," Mario said, walking his son out of the room. Unaware of the depravity that's taken place in his home over the past few days.
"I don't know what you're playing at Drake," Becky uttered from the doorway of his bedroom as Drake packed up his things. Hearing her father playing with Regan and her joyful squeals of having them back home. "But I swear if you hurt Dad or Mom, I'll never forgive you."
"Well, that makes two of us because I'll never forgive you for keeping their affair secret from us," Drake said coldly as he peered back at her. "So whenever you go off and get married, and I find out he isn't faithful to you, you can expect the same modicum of respect you showed my mother."
"I see, and what if I go tell your mother what you do, huh? You think she's going to enjoy knowing her son sells himself?" Becky shot back, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.
"Go ahead. It won't make a bit of difference to her since she already knows what I do for a living," Drake uttered in a monotone voice as he zipped up his bag. "So you got any other threats you want to throw at me?"
"What if I tell Dad?"
"Go ahead, don't care what he thinks. I know what he and your mother has been plotting. I'm not stupid, Becky. If he wants to throw me away like he did with Franklin and Aydin, I wouldn't even notice. I've dealt without him for three years. I can go on without him for another seventy," Drake said truthfully. "You should be careful. If he can do that to his own sons, what makes you think he won't do that to you?"
"You know why he did that?!" Becky huffed, puffing out her cheeks.
"And yet he abandoned his sons. You cannot brush that aside, Becky," Drake said, stuffing the jewelry box, filled with all the cufflinks he had bought throughout his time as a gigolo, into his suitcase. "While you were off in the Far East for three years, having a grand ol' time, I might add, I had to step up, to become this," gesturing to himself, lying just a bit, "all in order to save the life our father," sneering the word, "failed to live up to the responsibilities the court ordered him to maintain," he said, crossing his arms across his chest, standing off against his half-sister. "So tell me, if he didn't abandon me, where has he been for the past three years? I sure as hell don't remember a birthday call, a card on Christmas, or any of the other holidays scattered throughout the year."
"I... I can't, nor will I make excuses for Dad, but hurting him just to get even with the way he acted isn't right, Drake," Becky pleaded with him to stop whatever he had brewing.
"Neither was sending your mother to my mother's work to browbeat her into selling my house! A house, I might add, I had to save because he chickened out and fled to China."
"But Dad's signed that paper. Isn't that enough to prove you've won?" Becky asked, trying to get through that anger she saw in his eyes.
"That's only to keep himself from being sued by me and whatever he and your mother have been plotting," Drake uttered with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"You really would sue Dad over it?" Becky asked, a little taken aback by the truth she saw in his eyes.
"In a heartbeat," Drake spoke in a cold, matter-of-fact tone. "If you think I was just going to let him and your mother just walk all over my family and me, then you really never knew me. So we done with this little talk? I got places to be."
"I guess we are," Becky uttered, turning to head to her room, so she could figure out how she could keep Drake from harming her family. "Please, Drake," resting her hand on the molding of the door, "think of Regan, think of me. It's just not them you'll be hurting; it's us too," she said before departing.
Scowling, knowing this would be a lot easier on him if he didn't have a conscience. Then Drake could ignore the nagging little voice that was wagging it's finger at him, telling him what he was thinking was wrong, that if he continued then he would be just like the two of them. Sighing, pulling out his phone when his Madam's ringtone went off in his pocket when he was about to pick up his bags and make his escape from his father's house. Walking over to his door, gently closing it, so his conversation wouldn't be overheard.
"Hey, boss, need something?" Drake answered once the line connected.
"As a matter-of-fact, I do."
"Okay, with what?"
"How good is your Italian?"
"Fluent, why?"
"How would you feel about going back there, not for as long as last time, just a few days?"
"Does Brian know about you running away with me to some far-off land?" Drake joked, getting a chuckle out of his boss.
"You wouldn't know what to do with me.' Drake felt himself smiling at her little tease.
"Oh, I can think of plenty of things to do to that fine derriere."
"Touché."
"So what's this about?" Drake asked, getting to the heart of the matter.
"Well, I just had an interesting call with a Mrs. Hall. You do remember her, don't you?"
"How could I forget," Drake mused as the image of Trish's wet ass clapping in the pool filled his mind. "So, what was this conversation about?" He had wondered when she would put the request in.
"She was curious to see if she could hire you to escort her on her business trip to Pisa. You were over there for a while Drake; did you ever go to that city?"
"A few times," Drake admitted, remembering the buildings and tombs from the Etruscans that lived in the Bronze Age to the Roman era, the early and late Medieval times, and the Renaissance he had studied when he was over there.
"I see it's a part of Tuscany. Is it as beautiful as they say it is?"
"It is. The countryside is rather breathtaking, thinking that will be where I retire," Drake jested.
"Just not anytime soon, or I'm liable to have a horde of angry women banging on my door."
"And how much is she willing to pay if I go along with this?" Drake asked, knowing his mother wouldn't be too pleased with him taking off for however long her trip lasted.
"Forty thousand for four days, airfare is also included." Drake's mind was calculating how much they had left on the mortgage before it was paid off. Figuring out the cut his Madam would be taking off the top, he was looking at thirty thousand. Knowing that would put a big dent in what was left on the house before it was officially theirs.
"Has she already paid?"
"Of course, she had to if she wanted to get you off the active rolls for the days she requested."
"And when is this supposed to take place?"
"Well, given the time difference, she booked a flight, first class of course..."
"Of course."
"That will leave on late Sunday afternoon a week from now, then returning on that Friday. What should I tell her, Drake?" Drake heard her worry, even if she tried to hide it from him at the thought of losing out on ten grand. Not that he could blame her, she was his Madam, and in it to make money, not friends. Chewing on his lip, contemplating on if he took the job, there was still fifty grand left on the mortgage to pay off. No telling what his father and Idin would be plotting while he was away at college. He wanted to get the deed long before they made a move. His father might have relinquished his rights to the property. Still, that didn't mean Mario wouldn't try something until the house was paid off.
"Alright, I'll do it."
"Excellent! I know Mrs. Hall will be delighted to hear that." Drake kept his thoughts to himself when his Madam said that. He wasn't worried about what Trish would do. It was his mother and what she would do once he had told her. He knew she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could before he headed back to New York. "Well, I'll let you go, Drake. I know you have that 'date' tonight that you have to prepare for."
******
Saturday, two days later...
"Idin, what seems to be the matter?" Brie asked, sharing knowing glances with Trish and Marsha as they all sat around her patio table beneath the shade of the umbrella that rose out of the circular hole in the center of the table as they relaxed out on her side patio.
"You've seemed out of sorts since you got back Thursday," Marsha stated, hiding her smile as she took a sip of her ginger greyhound drink. Wondering if Idin found out what she and Drake had done on her bed.
"Well, it's been longer than that," Idin sighed, finally admitting that not all was as well in her household as she led people to believe.
"Oh, what's wrong?" Trish asked, putting down her mezcal negroni onto the table. Hearing the ice clinking against the glass in the heat of the summer.
"Mario has been working late almost every night for the past month. He's the Vice president. He doesn't need to be working such late hours. I'm starting to worry," Idin said, voicing her fears.
"Oh honey," Marsha cooed, reaching across the table, comforting her friend.
"Have you gone to his office and try to see what's going on?" Brie asked, knowing thinking about it wouldn't do any good. Idin would have to catch Mario in the act or not. Glancing at Trish's drink then to her friend, she knew Trish only had that drink whenever she was going to Italy for business. She was a little jealous of her, given her job never allowed her to travel, not that it required it in the first place. She would give everything just to see Europe, yet her husband would balk if she told him she was going overseas. He had put up a fit about her traveling along with Marsha to Cancun one time. Thinking she would fuck around on him, which she did, this was well before they had been introduced to Dante Cole, who they now knew as Drake Lucian.
"No... I'm scared if I do, I'll find out my worst fears are true," Idin said sadly.
"If they are? Will you divorce Mario?" Trish asked, knowing if they did, she along with the others would lose their easy access to Drake.
"What? No, never?!" Idin uttered aghast at what Trish had just asked of her.
"Then what will you do?" Marsha asked, leaning back in her chair as Brie took a sip of her gin and tonic.
"Get even, of course," Idin answered bitterly.
"Has this been going on before you came back to the states?" Trish asked in a caring tone.
"No, not until the first time we had Drake over," Idin said, spinning her glass around in her hands.
"You think Drake is the cause of this?" Brie asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Heavens, no!" Waving Brie off, "I'm just saying it only started to happen during that time. I think Mario is trying to prove to himself he's not getting old or some foolish shit like that," Idin grumbled.
"So how will you get even if he is doing what you think he's doing?" Marsha inquired, wondering if she would soon be joining their little club.
"I..."
"Hold on..." Trish uttered, taking hold of Idin's forearm. "Will you just look at her," she sneered as her eyes burned holes into the woman that strolled along the sidewalk in front of Brie's home. She knew the woman only did so to flaunt the fact that she had been Drake's date to the party that afternoon.
"What about her?" Idin asked, confused, wondering why the woman would get such a reaction out of Trish.
"The bitch was flaunting herself at the party Tuesday," Marsha grumbled, hating how she couldn't be with Drake that day like she knew she would so enjoy.
"Party... what... oh, that party," Idin said, nearly smacking herself in the forehead, recounting the conversation they had about it in their game room when Mikaela mentioned it. "I totally forgot about it, and I so wanted to go to it," she uttered in a pout. "So, what's got you three all up in a tiff?"
"She took Dante to it. You should have seen the look on her husband's face when she walked in with him," Brie stated, narrowing her eyes at the woman as she was purposely checking herself out in her little compact mirror just to irk them.
"So? What's the deal with this man, anyway?" Idin asked, keeping the fact that he's had sex with her daughter to herself. Not realizing that man was indeed Drake. "Just because he has a big... dick doesn't make him all that," she said in a dismissive tone.
"It's more than just that Idin, sure his big, fat..." Humming at the thought of how it fit so perfectly in her cunt, "Being with Dante is like being seduced all over again every time we're with him," Trish informed Idin with her friend's nodding along.
"Idin, if I wanted a big cock, I could easily find that on Greg's list or some such place like that. Yet, then I would be taking a risk on whomever I would find on there. No telling what they would have or what kind of issues they would be dealing with. Not with Dante, no, never with that man," Marsha sighed, feeling her pussy throbbing as Drake's face flashed in her mind.
"See, if we wanted some quick fuck there are easier ways to go about it, yet that's all it would be, sex and nothing more. With Dante, he's sophisticated, charming, and downright sexy, a killer combination. And God! How that man can move his hips," Brie moaned, nearly drooling as she thought back to how she was riding him on Idin's couch in their living room. "You won't believe the number of clubs he and I nearly got thrown out of, granted, I was grinding the hell out of that cock, but he was the one that was rubbing it against my pussy."
"Wait just a minute, what do you mean clubs?!" Marsha asked, incensed. If she had known Drake could dance provocatively, she would have had him out on the dancefloor every chance she could get, just to blatantly feel his rod rubbing along her ass.
"Don't take that tone with me, Marsha, just because you didn't think of it, don't harp on me for your lack of... imagination," Brie teased, her eyes twinkled at the huff that got out of her friend.
"Come on, you guys, no man could be that..."
"Idin, why do you think half the women here want a piece of him? It's because we all know what that man can do, and the ones who haven't been with him are envious of those who have, and no, it's not just about the sex. Dante not only arouses the body but the mind as well. When's the last time Mario has done both at the same time?" Trish asked with a pointed look. "I can't tell you the number of times he's made me drench my panties with the sensuous words he whispers into my ear. The anticipation is just the beginning, and he hasn't once failed to deliver in the bedroom either," she stated, getting nods of agreement from her friends.
"I see," Idin muttered. She couldn't deny they believed that the man was that good, given the looks she saw on her friend's faces. "So then you three wouldn't have a problem with giving me his number so I can speak to this man myself, would you?"
"Oh, we don't set up our dates like that. We use a company," Trish said offhandedly. "A company that prides itself on discretion."
"And just what is the name of this company?" Idin asked, wondering why her friends were giving her the roundabout.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Marsha asked, not knowing how Drake would take this. Then again, what she had seen on his face Monday, he might not mind fucking his aunt's brains out. She had no clue who started him down the path of having sex with his related female clients, and she didn't want to know. She knew if she started to dig into it, that would just get her blackballed. A fate she was never going to experience if she could help it. Otherwise, her life would return to its dreadful dullness that it once was before she was introduced to Winters Escort Services.
"I'll only use it if Mario is doing what I think he's doing," Idin stated, not voicing that he was doing the exact same thing he pulled when he was seeing her behind Iliana's back.
"Then let me see your phone," Brie directed, holding out her hand across the table. "There, just be warned, he isn't cheap," she said, handing Idin's phone back to her.
"He's an escort?!" Idin gasped in shock. Then her mind wondered to how her daughter could afford him, or if it was just Becky trying to throw her off who really had snuck into her room that night.
"Duh?!" Trish giggled into her hand. "Why do you think everyone wants him? Because they know they can get the best dicking of their life and not have to worry about either getting attached and our husbands can't track him down."
"Why?" Idin asked, peering over at her friend.
"Dante Cole isn't his real name," Marsha spoke, crossing her legs beneath the table.
"Then what is it?" Idin inquired.
"We don't know. No one does. It's to protect him just as much as it's to protect us, trust me, something that big, you'd be dying for a good fuck when you can't feel your husband for a few days afterwards," Marsha said with a coy smirk, glancing down when Idin's phone rang.
"What is it, honey?" Idin asked once she had answered her phone.
"Regan's being whiny, more so than normal. I've tried everything I could think of, but nothing's working." Becky's voice came over the line when the line connected.
"And where's your father?" Idin asked, slightly annoyed that Becky would be calling her when she knew she was with her friends when Mario was perfectly capable of taking care of their daughter.
"Dad said he had to head into the office for a bit."
"Did he tell you when he would be back?" Idin asked, keeping her anger hidden, knowing that was one of the lines he used to feed Iliana when they used to be married.
"No... what do I do, Mom?"
"What's Regan fussing about?" Idin asked in a motherly tone.
"Drake, of all things." Idin arched an eyebrow when she heard her daughter's sigh.
"Then why haven't you called your brother yet?" Idin queried, not hiding the smile on her lips. Knowing soon, Drake would fully be with her, and Iliana will be lost in the waste bin. Also, keeping her curiosity hidden at the looks that were on her friends' faces at the mention of Drake's name.
"He's not answering my calls."
"Alright, let me try his phone. Maybe he's just busy," Idin said sweetly.
"Maybe," Becky agreed, not voicing the doubt she had in her mind as for Drake's silent treatment of her. She knew it was because of the conversation they had before he left Thursday. She really did miss spending time with Drake. She reluctantly admitted to herself she did miss the sex, too.
After Idin told her daughter she would be home soon to look after Regan, given how Mario was supposed to do so, to give her some time away from the house and to socialize with adults instead of their two-year-old like she normally did for the better part of the week. Scrolling through her contact list before coming to a stop on Drake's number. Listening to the line ringing as she brought it up to her ear.
"Hello?" Idin was a little surprised to hear her sister's voice answering Drake's phone.
"Hello, Iliana," Idin cooed evilly as she rose from her seat. Walking some distance away from her friends so she could torment her older sister.
"Why the hell are you calling my son's phone?!" Iliana growled; her venom was clear as day.
"He's my son too, now," Idin retorted.
"The hell he is?!"
"Now, now, Iliana, no need to blow a valve. I don't want you having a heart attack, then I'll just have to console my stepson in his grief." Grinning madly when she felt her sister's rage from over the line. "Now put Drake on the phone," Idin ordered.
"Listen here, you two-timing, skanky..." Chuckling when she heard a rustling over the line as Drake took his phone from her sister. Mirth filled her heart at the fading sounds of her sister's curses as Iliana stomped away.
"What do you want?" Idin was a little taken aback by the coldness of Drake's voice. Then again, she chalked that up to him, not enjoying seeing his mother riled up. Knowing he would indeed make a good son to her once they had wormed Drake away from his mother.
"I'm sorry you had to witness that, Drake, I really am," Idin stated, trying to smooth his ruffled feathers. "I'm calling you to see if you wouldn't mind coming to the house."
"Why?"
"Well, Regan has grown rather fussy, and apparently, she'll only calm down if you're the one to do it," Idin spoke as she peered towards her home that sat in the lower section of the community.
"Huh?" Stifling her giggle at how befuddled Drake sounded, knowing it would be easier to worm her way in with him off-kilter.
"Is it surprising to hear that your baby sister has taken a liking to you, Drake?" Idin asked in a warm motherly tone. "Why don't you come over, please? It will calm Regan down and ease the headache she's given Becky."
"Fine, I'll be there in twenty." Idin looked oddly at her phone when the line went dead. Pressing her lips together, wondering what had him in a mood. Sliding her phone back into her pocket, knowing she could chat for a bit more before having to take off for home.
"So ladies, what are your plans for the fourth?" Idin asked, walking back to the table.
******
"Drake, I'm glad you could come over," Idin greeted once she had answered the door. Wondering why his knuckles appeared red. It almost seemed to her that Drake had been in an altercation. "Drake is everything alright?" she asked in a caring tone, gesturing for him to enter the house.
"I'm fine, just had to teach Frank and Aidyn some manners on how to behave in my house," Drake said offhandedly, recounting the brotherly fight he had with them over an hour ago. Sure they might outweigh him by fifty or so pounds and outclass him in strength. Nevertheless, the martial art classes he had taken, at the behest of his Madam and Sandy, in case he had to defend himself and/or his date if her significant other or some unknown man accosted them, taught him how to fight against those that outweigh him. He knew his mother was shocked, more so than his brothers, when they were laying on the ground. That didn't mean they didn't get some licks in. Hopefully, he didn't have to do that again. Then again, using their brains was not something his brothers normally did.
"I see," Idin uttered in a disapproving tone. "I do hope you aren't getting into too many fights. That's not the kind of role model a big brother should project," she chided. Ignoring the look and arched eyebrow Drake was giving her when he turned his gaze towards her. A warm smile lifted her lips as she heard the tiny feet of her daughter racing towards them. As she shouted out excitedly: Drake!
"Up! Up!" Regan chanted, holding her arms up to him with a wide toothy smile on her face.
"You all better now?" Idin asked, tickling her daughter's side as Regan nodded very vehemently as she wrapped her arms around Drake's neck.
"Now, what's this about you fussing over me?" Drake mused. He still had trouble understanding her rapid speech, yet over the four days he was there he learnt to translate some of it. The rest was just gibberish to him.
"I love you, and I missed you," Regan said in that high-pitched tone.
"Seems you've got a personal fan club," Idin teased, "come, I wanted to speak to you about something Thursday, but you took off before I could," she spoke, leading him and Regan into the den. "Becky, why don't you take Amina to your room for a bit? Drake and I need to discuss a private matter," she suggested, peering down at the two of them while they lounged on the sofa watching TV.
"Hello, Drake," Amina cooed in a flirty tone as she sauntered up to him once he had put Regan down on the floor. Her little legs propelled her towards her toys that sat in the middle of the room.
"Hello, Amina," Drake nodded in greeting.
"Looking good as always," Amina purred, her tongue flicked against her teeth recounting how his hard body felt beneath her and how sore he made her pussy, which she loved every second of the pounding he had given her. Rising to her toes, her lips brushing against his ear, "It's a new moon tonight. Maybe you'd like to revisit what we did in the pool," she hinted. Her lust was clear as day.
"Rather tempting offer and I would take you up on it if I wasn't working tonight," Drake spoke in his own sinful tone.
"Shame," Amina sighed, "maybe next time," she said, waving enticingly at him as she headed off with Becky to her room.
"Please have a seat," Idin gestured, ignoring how he had spoken to Amina. She did hope he wasn't leading the girl on. She didn't want to cause a quarrel between her and her parents because Drake took advantage of her. "Drake, ever since you've been coming over, your father and I have noticed that you're... rather well-off for someone your age," she stated as politely as she could.
"Uh-huh, and why should my financial solvency matter to you or him?" Drake asked, resting his elbow on the armrest of the loveseat he rested on. His eyes glanced down when Regan was hurriedly carrying her dolls over to him. Feeling Regan standing on the top of his shoes as she tried to climb onto his lap.
"Drake, I know the way we've went about things didn't sit well with you, and I can only assume with your brothers as well, yet, I, and I know your father, do care about you."
"Uh-huh, three years of silence on his part, so much caring," Drake spoke in a sarcastic tone as he bent forward, picking Regan up and gently setting her onto his lap. "Where is the old man, anyway?" he asked, watching how Regan was making her doll hop along his right thigh while wearing a big smile on her lips.
"Where your father is, isn't of import to this conversation," Idin said with a hint of her annoyance in her voice. Playing off the look, Drake flashed her, "What I have to say Mario isn't needed to be here for it," she uttered, waving off Mario's absence.
"Then let's just get to the heart of the matter then, shall we?" Arching an eyebrow when Regan held up her doll, telling him to kiss 'Krissy,' the name she affectionately gave to her toy.
Idin smiled motherly as her gaze fell on her daughter as she watched their interaction. She was happy the two of them got along. "You remember I used to work in a bank before we moved to China, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I used to work for them as an investment banker, still am. I do keep up with the field even when we were overseas, so I'm up to date on everything that's been happening here," trying to build herself up in his eyes, yet she could tell he was waiting for her to get to her point, "with your wealth, I, as your step-mother, want to ensure that you are set for your future. So, I was thinking, I could help you set up a retirement account," Idin said truthfully.
"Don't you think I'm a little young for that?" Drake asked with a pointed look.
"It's never too early to start," Idin stated with a firm nod. "Plus, this way, when you do decide to retire, you'll be well-off, maybe in the millions if it's managed properly. I'd be more than willing to help you set it up and look after it."
"Oh?"
"Drake, I know you mustn't think highly of me right now, and I can't fault you on that. You have every right to feel the way you do, Mario and I hurt a lot of people with our actions. But I can't change what has happened, nor can I make others forgive what we have done to you, your brothers, my... sister," trying not to sneer as the word passed her lips, "Jake, my parents, and all the friends that were caught up in the mess. All I can do is move forward and hope that in time you and the others will forgive me for what I've done. Yet I can ensure that you, as my stepson, are set in the future because life will fly by before you know it, and I would hate for you to be working well past your golden years just to make ends meet."
"Why just me? Why not Franklin or Aidyn? Oh, and Uncle Jake got remarried. They're expecting their first baby in a couple of months," Drake said offhandedly.
"Oh? I didn't know Jake got remarried," Idin said, knowing her plan on getting even with Mario if he was cheating went out the window at that news. She wasn't going to use an escort, she had hoped that she could've talked Jake into sticking it to Mario, yet now, now she knew Jake would never go for it. He wasn't the type to step out like she had done. Then again, there was the risk Jake would just laugh in her face and toss her out wherever they might be. "As for your brothers, I don't know how they feel about me. I would like to mend the bridges with them. Nevertheless, I have to look after my family first. If they don't wish to have a relationship with me, I can't force it upon them. Your mother hates me, not that I can blame her. So, I know there's no chance we'll ever be family again on that front. But you, if I can show you how sorry I am for what Mario and I have done, then maybe your brothers will come around, eventually."
"And how much were you thinking I needed to put away to start this retirement fund you've spoken about?" Drake asked, pulling her into his web. Knowing that this would cause the two of them to be in close proximity to one another for some time. Raising his eyebrows when Regan patted his pocket, with her gremlin-like smile when it pinged, announcing that he had a text. He wasn't trying to get attached to his baby sister, yet he couldn't deny that she didn't have an adorable way about her as she moved to sit on his lap from her position of sitting across his legs when he pulled out his phone. Not enjoying the smile he saw on his aunt's face, she would always be his aunt, no matter who she married, as she looked upon Regan, who took command of his hand and pulled it over to her. He was a little taken back at how fast she had opened up his phone and snapped a picture of herself with him peering down from over her right shoulder. He was also surprised she knew how to send it as well.
"Drake? Who was that?" Iliana texted, praying that her son hadn't knocked some girl up, and she was looking at her granddaughter that he's failed to mention.
"Regan, their daughter, she kind of took my phone from me when I was going to text you back," Drake replied.
"Oh? I see," Iliana sent back, a little annoyed that they could make an adorable girl. Pondering if she could or wanted to get pregnant again. If she wanted to try, she knew she would have to stop taking her birth control pills as well as making Franklin and Aidyn wear condoms. First, she needed to see her doctor to ensure it would be safe for her to carry another child at her age. However, that would have to wait till Drake returned home either for Thanksgiving or Christmas, so the birth control would be out of her system by then. "When are you coming home?"
"The moment I'm done here, you think I'm gonna jet off before I feel you back in my arms?" Drake flirted.
"You better not," Iliana texted back, her face red with heat. "Okay, honey, I'll see you when you get home. I love you."
"Love you too."
"I take it that was your mother inquiring on when you'll be home?" Idin mused, to which she was greeted by a nod from Drake. "Then I won't keep you, so as I was saying before your mother interrupted us, while I normally worked as an investment banker for businesses within the city, I did occasionally work with individuals like yourself. The minimum amount that would be required to open an account is five thousand dollars. With it I'll invest in some stocks and a few bonds that I know are doing well. I promise you, if you let me, I'll show you I can turn that five grand into twenty within a month," she stated with conviction.
"And when do you need this by?" Drake asked as Regan was fiddling with his phone.
"Why don't you come by tomorrow for lunch, and we'll go over what I intend to do. How does that sound?" Idin asked, knowing this was how it would be when Drake became her true son and left her sister far behind him.
"Alright, but after my tutoring session," Drake stated, wondering if Samantha was up for some more moaning she's been doing lately. "Okay, I'm need this back," he said, taking his phone back from Regan, who was pouting when she was just getting into the game she was playing at the moment.
"Regan, your brother has to leave; he was kind enough to come over to see you when he was busy. You'll see him tomorrow," Idin spoke in a motherly voice as she lifted Regan off of Drake's lap, who was clinging to his shirt.
"I'm going to use your bathroom before I head out," Drake stated as he got to his feet.
"Go right ahead. You know where it is. No need to ask. This is your home, too," Idin said in a sweet, caring voice.
Drake turned his head as he stood at the toilet, relieving himself as the bathroom door opened, and in stepped Amina. Noting how her eyes dipped down to how he held his soft cock in his hand then back to his face with a rather devious smile on her lips. Feeling the heat of her body as she pressed her chest into his left arm while her hand took command of his rod. Gently stroking it to life, feeling it growing in her hand as she teased it, to rise for her.
"Let me suck on it, Drake. I need my protein shot." Amina purred hungrily into Drake's ear. "Plus, how hot will it be knowing at any moment Becky's mom could walk in on us," she cooed lightly, sinking to her knees, her hands turned his hips towards her before her lips wrapped around his crown after cleaning it.
Idin thought she heard something, something familiar, coming from Becky's bathroom, heading off to investigate once she placed Regan in her playpen. She knew that sound. She should know it after twenty-four years of being sexually active. She knew what the sound of sucking cock was. She's heard it ever since she'd first became sexually active, just not from a third party's point of view. Quickly darting into Drake's room when she heard footsteps approaching Becky's door. Her hand darted to her mouth in shock at what her daughter had just said. She didn't even know the two of them were even a couple or interested in each other, other than the harmless flirting she's witnessed.
"See you later, Drake. Thanks for the salty treat," Amina cooed as she left the bathroom. "Come by the house sometime, and we'll get that big thing reacquainted with my pussy."
"Drake, you really going to leave without talking to me?" Idin heard Becky's voice causing Drake to stop when he had walked down the hall past his room.
"What's there to talk about?"
"Us? What we've done, what I would like to keep doing." Idin's eyes flew wide. It didn't take a genius to know what her daughter was talking about. Her mind flashed back to that Thursday morning, wondering if her own daughter had sex with her own half-brother, and she told her a lie to protect Drake. She knew Mario could never learn of this. He wouldn't hesitate to toss Becky out. Knowing if he could disown his own sons so easily, then doing the same with Becky would be easy for him. Straining her ears to make out what they were saying when their voices dipped below a whisper. While she had no concrete proof that they had indeed slept together, it wasn't hard for her to put two and two together.
"So, did you two make up?" Idin heard Amina's voice before Becky's door closed, shutting out any sound coming from her daughter's room. Slipping out of Drake's room, walking hurriedly back to the den so no one could say she had been eavesdropping on them.
******
The next day...
Idin has been out of sorts ever since she overheard Becky and Drake talking. She wasn't proud of it, nor could she help it when she had a sex dream about him, namely the cock she'd seen. Remembering how wet she was when she woke up that morning. Mario had commented on how distracted she was a few times that morning. She told him a lie. There was no way she was going to tell Mario she had a dream about her fucking Drake. She knew that wouldn't end well. So she told her husband a lie. Still, though, she just couldn't take her mind off of Drake's manhood. All through breakfast, she tried to keep herself from soaking her panties when her pussy just wouldn't let the image of Drake's root out of her mind. Now, as the hour approached for Drake to arrive, she feared something might slip out of her. Something she couldn't let Mario get wind of, not ever!
Then again, she wondered how he would react, knowing he couldn't compete with his youngest son. Wondering if that's why he cut off Franklin and Aidyn because they were bigger than he was. Rising to her full height, tapping her finger on her chin, pondering on that thought as she got the living room set up for the proposal she was going to present to Drake after lunch.
"Idin, what'cha doing in here? Aren't you supposed to be watching Regan?" Mario asked, stepping into the room.
"Like you were supposed to yesterday?" Idin retorted, turning her burning glare into her husband's hide.
"Honey, I explained why I had to..."
"You know if you're going to lie to me, be damn sure it isn't one you used on my damn sister!" Idin snapped, seeing the gears finally turning in his brain that she wasn't so stupid as not to notice his change in demeanor. "Especially when we both know what 'having to go into the office on the weekend' really means," she said, throwing up quotation marks. "I'm warning you now, Mario, if I find out you're screwing around on me. Well, I think you can figure that out."
"I don't know where you're getting this from, Idin. I swear I'm not cheating on you. Why would I?" Mario lied. He got what he wanted from Idin, another child to keep her anchored to him. All so he could have free pussy, a clean house, and a decent supper waiting on him when he got home from work. He saw what he did in his office, his private getaway from the family to enjoy the fruits of his power over eager interns willing to give up their bodies for a position at the company. He knew he was going to have to play this more safely from now on, knowing he couldn't just jet off to another country, not in his position. Which he wasn't going to give it up regardless of what happened from that point forward. He had worked too hard to give up his spot as Vice President. That only meant he had to keep Idin happy to ensure she didn't file for divorce. Wondering if Iliana would give up that pussy to be with a man again.
"I wonder if you spouted those same words to Iliana when she started to suspect something," Idin retorted. "Now go watch Regan like you were supposed to do yesterday while I greet our guest," she spoke, calming herself down, so Drake wouldn't suspect something was amiss in their house. She didn't want to give Iliana any hints that all was not well between them. Glaring at Mario's back as he grumbled, walking back to the den. Straightening out her shirt as she approached the front door. Blowing out a breath to relieve herself of her anger and to fortify her mind against what had played out in it during her slumber. "Hello, Drake," Idin greeted with a warm smile on her lips once she had opened the front door.
"Hello," Drake responded, noticing something was off with her as he slyly eyed her.
"Come in, come in. We've been expecting you," Idin said sweetly, waving Drake into her home. "Drake is it me, or do you seem a little more firm than you normally do?" she asked, lightly running her hand down his right arm, feeling the taut muscle beneath her touch.
"I guess I haven't really noticed," Drake lied. He knew the way his mother stared at him when he was naked told him his workout routine was still adding on the muscle, just at a slower rate than two years ago. Not that he was complaining, he really didn't want to have those bulky muscles like his brothers had. In his opinion, it would just look too damn weird on his body type.
"I'm sure the women you date are enjoying the fruits of your hard work," Idin cooed while adding to herself. "I know they're loving that cock of yours." She couldn't help it; her eyes instinctively glanced down to Drake's manhood. Pondering if Becky was actually able to handle that thing. Also wondering if she would be able to handle it herself and if she would even be able to feel Mario afterwards.
"I haven't heard any complaints," Drake uttered aloofly as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, why don't you come join me in the kitchen while I finish making lunch for all of us, and you can regale me with how New York was when you were there before your trip abroad," Idin said, lightly patting his bicep. Wondering if Mario ever once had an ounce of muscle on him like his son does. "Oh, I picked something special up from the store the other day. I'm curious to see if you know what it is," she spoke from over her shoulder as she walked towards the stove. Wondering if she should start wearing tighter clothes while Drake was around. If her daughter had crossed that line, she saw no reason not to do it herself. That was only if Mario was doing what she thought he was doing. If he was, then she knew she could sweet-talk her way into Drake's pants. Relying on three-year-old outdated knowledge, not realizing a great many things had changed since they had fled to China.
"Oh? And what would that be?" Drake asked, walking along the island on the other side of Idin.
"Here, since you know wine so well, I thought you might know this one by taste," Idin stated, pouring the rich, flavorful, aromatic red into the glass she had chosen for him. Turning around ensuring that her body kept the bottle hidden from his sight so as not to allow him a chance to see the label on the bottle she had bought on Trish's advice on the best Italian wines to allow Drake to reminisce about his time there. Watching how Drake swirled his glass and then brought it up to his nose. Inhaling the aroma of the essences that the winemaker had instilled into the wine during its aging. Eyeing him from over the rim of her glass as he brought his own to his lips. Seeing the shock play along his eyes when the light of recognition played along them.
"Brunello Montalcino? Very nice selection," Drake praised, savoring another sip.
"Trish said it was one of the best Tuscan wines from that region, and I know you've been there, seeing how Florence is a part of it," Idin stated as she turned back towards the stove to check on how their meal was coming along.
"You do know the word Tuscany comes from the Etruscans, right?" Drake spoke, imparting his wisdom.
"The who?" Idin asked curiously.
"The people that came before the Romans. While true they did survive the Bronze Age collapse, yet they're height was during that time, alongside the Greeks and the Egyptians. Nevertheless, they were brushed aside when Rome sought to expand itself beyond the borders of their city," Drake said, loving how the wine played along his tongue. Memories flared in his mind as his time in Florence played before his eyes, also recounting the email his mother sent to him when he was there.
"I did not know that; I'm assuming you picked this up when you were over there?" Idin asked, peering over at him as she gently stirred the green beans.
"Little bit, had to learn the history of the sites we went to, to understand the mindset of the builders of those monuments, if that makes sense," Drake said, placing his wine glass down now that it was empty.
"I can't imagine what that experience was like for you, being over there, surrounded by all that history, knowing that you were walking on land that people three thousand years ago once stood in the very spot you were in," Idin stated, refilling Drake's wine glass, knowing he wouldn't be leaving for a few hours. Hoping to lay the foundations of her seduction, slyly, of course. "I bought another bottle, so don't worry about a thing. It's nice to have someone around here that enjoys a nice, rich wine," she said before bringing her glass to her lips.
"Mom... oh, I didn't know you were here yet," Becky uttered, stopping in her tracks at the sight of Drake.
"Now you do," Drake replied offhandedly.
"Did you need something, sweetheart?" Idin asked, turning towards her daughter.
"Just that Dad is getting grumpy," Becky answered, trying not to let her gaze linger on Drake. So far, she hasn't been able to suss out what his plan is, if he had one. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't on the lookout for the signs of it.
"Ah, I bet he is," Idin said coldly, noting how Drake's interest perked up at the tone of her voice. "Well, go tell your father that lunch will be done when it's done. If he doesn't like that answer, he can come and make it himself." Turning her attention back to Drake, "So tell me more about your time in Italy."
******
"Now, Drake," lowering herself down onto the couch of the living room once their lunch was over, "I've set this all up to show you what I can do for you and your future," Idin said, gesturing to her laptop that sat on the coffee table before them. Hearing the game playing, too loudly for her liking, from the den. Glad that Becky took Regan to her room so she wouldn't be subjected to Mario's temper. "If you like, I can show you what I've done for my past clients when I used to work for my former employer." Leaning forward, plucking her laptop off the table, bringing up the PowerPoint she had made when Regan was taking her nap one day. Noting how he listened to every word as she laid out what was what, clarifying for him when she noted the lost look on his face. Showing off what she was able to do for her clients when she still worked for her former bank.
"Now, I know that was a lot to take in, and I hope you know you can come to me with any questions you might have," Idin stated, lightly laying her hand on Drake's left bicep. Feeling the bump of where his vein bulged out the skin over the muscle. Wondering how often Drake worked out and if what he had said that Sunday beside the pool was true or not. Then again, if the women of the gym he visited had any inclination of what he had within his gym shorts, she could understand why he felt like they were undressing him. Recounting what Drake looked like that Thursday morning, how the morning light played along his chest, the way the rays bathed every muscle in its warmth. Inadvertently, her eyes darted down, remembering the sight she had witnessed that day as well. The reason she knew why he was so popular on that nude beach.
"And you can guarantee that you can quadruple this in a month?" Drake asked, still skeptical. If spending five grand to gain his aunt's trust, to worm himself close to her, to fulfill his mother's request, was needed... worth it, at least Drake thought so. Now whether or not his father learned of it and disowned him like he had done with his brothers, that really didn't bother him. All that mattered was that they stayed away from his mother. Which when his aunt finally succumbs to his charm, he would use the video he will slyly take of the event to ensure that she and his father never step foot near his mother.
"I don't mean to brag or anything, Drake, but yes, yes, I can," Idin nodded. She knew she was going to have to start squirreling away money. On the off-chance, Mario skips town like he had done with her sister. There was no way she was going to be worrying about money like Iliana was when Mario left her. She was not going to let the man just abandon them like he had done with his sons and her sister. So she would use her skills to ensure that she, Becky, and Regan would be taken care of on the off-chance that day ever came. "I promise you, Drake, I won't let you down," she stated with conviction as she took the check he held out to her after another hour of talking about what stocks and bonds she would be buying for him. Which she would then use as cover for her own means of creating her nest egg if Mario skipped town on her. Mario just wouldn't know about it, given how he relied on her to do most of everything that dealt with running their household. Turning her head when she heard Regan's tiny feet racing towards them, seeing her daughter's happy smile as she ran to them. Watching how Regan stood on the top of Drake's feet, staring intently at him while her hands rested on Drake's knees.
"You stay, yes?" Regan asked, not understanding the correct way of forming complete sentences yet.
"Sorry gremlin, have to work," Drake stated, seeing how she puffed out her cheeks at that. Watching how she scurried up his legs and knelt on his lap, crossing her arms as she did so. Which oddly kind of reminded him of his mother in a strange morbid kind of way.
"I'm not a gremlin," Regan stated in a pouty voice.
"Oh? Then what are you?" Drake asked, playing along.
"A girl," Regan spoke with a nod.
"That so, hmm, then what about all 'em girl gremlins running about?" Drake inquired, trying not to smile as Regan in all her vast worldly wisdom of a two-year-old tried to figure out his teasing.
"What about me, Drake? Am I one of them too?" Becky uttered from the doorway, leaning against the doorframe.
"Oh yeah, younger siblings are always the gremlins," Drake stated as a fact.
"Then what does that make you?" Becky asked with a pointed look, with Regan matching her look or as best as she could given her age.
"The Goblin King," Drake answered, referencing Pandora's Maze.
"You don't look like David Bowie to me," Becky stated, holding in her snort.
"The wig is in the car. I only put it on, on days that end in 'Y'," Drake joked. Looking rather curiously at Regan when she took hold of his face in her tiny hands.
"Then I'm a Princess!" Regan nearly squealed in joy, getting a chuckle out of her mother.
"Umm... I don't..." Arching an eyebrow when Regan leaned in her face filling his gaze, who was wearing a very determined look not to have her make-believe crown taken from her. "Sure, you're a Princess," he relented, not eager to know what a two-year-old's ire was like. Seeing that happy demeanor instantly returning before she settled onto his lap.
"So Drake, tell me, why are you working on a Sunday? I can understand a Saturday, but don't they at least give you a day off?" Idin asked, turning in her seat, resting her elbow on the back of the couch as she did so. Smiling at her daughter as she was playfully poking at Drake's muscles.
"Bills to pay, mouths to feed, that sort of thing," Drake said offhandedly. "Living in New York isn't cheap. I have to stockpile my nest egg to last for the year," he lied. He had no bills at his place in New York other than the ones he was already covering. His Madam in New York covered the lights and water bills and wrote it up as a business expense. However, the apartment was only his while he was in New York for the next two years. She made the exception for him since he was overseas and working for the branch in Italy during his time there.
"Maybe, you'd like it if we visited you some time," Becky said, stepping into the room. Hoping that if she kept his attention on her, then whatever he had brewing would be lessened or nonexistent. She didn't want to hate Drake, nor did she want Regan to grow up without knowing her brother, hopefully, their older brothers as well.
"Don't see why you would, given you'll be in school then," Drake said offhandedly, looking down as Regan bounced on his lap.
"I'm sure you could find some time to show us around," Idin spoke in a light seductive tone that her daughters didn't pick up on. However, she couldn't say the same about Drake as she saw how his left eye peered at her from the corner of it. "I'm sure you know all the interesting spots to go to, given your time there," she uttered in a coy tone.
"I might," Drake responded, wondering what his aunt was playing at.
"So then what if we wanted to come up on say... Thanksgiving, just as an example?" Idin stated, setting the foundations for her eventual seduction of her stepson.
"Wouldn't be there," Drake spoke truthfully.
"Then where would you be?" Becky asked, joining in.
"Home."
"Oh? Planning on coming home during the breaks?" Idin asked, wondering if she could charm him into attending their own holiday celebrations.
"I had," Drake nodded.
"Then you have to come over for Thanksgiving and Christmas," Becky said, quickly rushing to his side. Bending down, feeling her reddish-brown hair slipping from behind her ears as she leaned forward, placing her left hand on his arm that rested on the armrest of the couch, allowing her 32D breasts to fill his gaze to distract him from whatever was brewing in his mind. Hoping he remembered how good her breasts felt in his hands that Wednesday night when she gave herself to him. She couldn't help it. She felt how her pussy was throbbing as she thought about that night and how well his cock felt so good inside of her pussy.
"What an excellent idea, honey," Idin said, beaming at her daughter. "I know this one is going to want her big, strong brother here on Christmas, won't you, baby?" she cooed, tugging on Regan's little toes, causing her daughter to giggle as she nodded her head. Only to be interrupted by the chime of Drake's cellphone, trying not to scowl when she knew it had interrupted her task of secretly laying her groundwork for what was to come. If Mario was cheating on her, and she had a very high suspicion that he was, then she wanted one of the fattest cocks stretching her out like never before, and as weird as she found it, it was Drake.
"Okay, gremlin, I got to go," Drake uttered, picking Regan up and setting her on the floor once he had pocketed his phone after reading the text Samantha had sent him. Wondering why she couldn't ask him when he was at her place. Not that he minded, it gave him a reason to get the hell out of his father's house.
"Where are you going?" Becky asked, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.
"Somewhere," Drake said vaguely as he got to his feet. Seeing that pouting upturned face of Regan's peering up at him, not wanting him to leave.
"What could be so important that you leave right now when we're having a rather lovely conversation?" Idin asked with a pointed look.
"I don't think you want me to answer that," Drake said offhandedly, pulling the check from his back pocket. "I expect you to uphold your boast. If not, I will be withdrawing every cent you've earned." Holding out the check to her, the crease that ran down the center of it caused it to want to fold back in on itself as it hung between his fingers.
"I never boast. I only state facts," Idin said with determination to prove to Drake that she hadn't spoken one falsehood as she accepted his check.
"Don't go," Regan said with a trembling voice as she clutched onto his right pant leg, trying to keep her brother there.
"Aw, honey, come here," Idin cooed, bending forward, holding out her arms to her daughter, who didn't hesitate to fill them. "Shh, it'll be okay. Your brother will be back to visit us very soon."
"But... but..." Regan fought back her tears as the waterworks were getting primed for the big show. "I don't want him to go. I want him to stay forever," she cried before burying her face into her mother's chest.
"I know, baby, I know," Idin whispered in a sweet, loving, motherly tone as she gently rocked her daughter to ease her woe. Glancing out of the corner of her right eye, noting how Becky had stopped Drake's advance when she threw her arms around him in a hug. Slyly noticing how her daughter pressed her body against his, how Becky stealthily rubbed her breasts into Drake's chest. Wondering what Becky was whispering into Drake's left ear.
"I told you, it's not just them you'll hurt, but us as well. Maybe next time you think about whatever you're going to do, you'll think of Regan crying her heart out, knowing she's never going to have a brother again if you go through with this. I'm more than willing to take the brunt of your anger for what transpired. If that means taking your cock, so be it," something she really didn't see as a punishment, "punish them if you have to, but don't hurt Regan. She had no part in this. Now, maybe when you're back over, we can return to what we had started," Becky muttered low before backing away from her half-brother. "You drive safe now."
"You leaving?" Mario asked, finally emerging from the den after hearing the commotion from the living room when he went to check on why his daughter was crying, catching his son as he walked out of the living room.
"It appears so," Drake uttered indifferently.
"And just where are you going?" Mario asked with a questioning look.
"I don't think you want to know. I doubt your mind can handle the image of my naked ass in it," Drake said as he opened the front door and walked out. Leaving his father standing there rather stunned, to say the least, before a prideful smile appeared on his lips at the thought of his son being just like him.
In truth, Drake was nothing like his father. Sure Drake might be a male whore, might have to sell his body to keep his mother happy and his house in good standing, yet he was not a lying, cheating, deceitful assclown like his father. It wasn't hard for him to spot the tells. Before, he had no fucking clue he was stepping out on his mother. Now, after seeing them firsthand, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he wasn't cheating on Idin. Something he never could rightly understand in the first place. Who in their right mind would ever cheat on someone as beautiful, smart, caring, and a downright animal in bed like his mother was. Letting his father slip from his mind as he slid into the driver's seat of his car. Noticing Becky standing in their living room window watching him, knowing he was going to have to speed up his plan so he didn't grow too attached to any one of them. He was sure Regan would forget all about what was coming and forget all about him once it was all over. Drake caught a flash of red from the window when Becky pulled the front of her pants down, flashing him her underwear as he pulled away from the curb.
Chapter Ten
"Why do you have to go?!" Iliana said in a pouty tone as she stood off watching her son pack for the four days he would be gone.
"Told you why, Mom," Drake said as he folded his clothes before stuffing them into his luggage.
"But... I'm going to miss you?!" Iliana whined as she stomped her foot.
"I know, and I'll miss you too," Drake answered as he turned to look at her. He did find that pouting face rather cute. Holding out his arms to her, his mother couldn't fight back her smile as she rushed to fill the void. Feeling her breasts pancaking out against his chest as she hugged him hard. "You know that money will go a long way in paying off the house. Something I want to get done before I head back to New York so Dad can't fuck with you while I'm away."
"My baby, taking such good care of me," Iliana sighed happily as she hugged her son. The diamond of her engagement ring flashed in the light of the room as her hands rested on his back. Wondering if maybe, just maybe, she could see who this woman is that was whisking her son away for four days. Four days that should have been hers to enjoy before he headed off to his fall semester. However, she knew he was right. With Mario, anything was possible with her ex. Although, the thought of finally owning the house that she had raised her boys in, all the memories they shared, the laughs, the joys, the fights, the discussions. This was the one place she wanted to grow old in, to live out the rest of her life in. Tilting her head up, resting her chin on her son's chest, knowing he was doing this for them so that they would have a future together. Something she wholeheartedly wanted. "Drake?" Her heart was hammering in her chest, wondering how her son would take the news.
"Hmm?" Drake hummed, seeing his mother's cheeks heat as he squeezed her ass. He did greatly enjoy having it in his hands.
"I want a baby," Iliana stated, watching her son's face as that news sank into his grey matter.
"Huh?" Drake muttered dumbfounded.
"I want a baby," Iliana repeated. "With you," she added.
"Wait, wait, back up, a baby?!" Drake stammered, seeing his mother nodding very vehemently. "What about Franklin or Aidyn?" While he wanted her all to himself, yet that would be hypocritical of him given what he does for a living, and if anyone disagrees they're just fooling themselves, or that's what Drake thought. Yet his mother wasn't running around fucking a string of men like he was with women, given his profession. Even if it was work, it was still sex. No two ways around that. So Drake bit his tongue and never brought it up. He'd rather not get into a fight with his mother since he knew firsthand how vicious she could be when angered.
"I'm not in love with them, yes, I love them, but as my sons, not as my lover, my future husband, the man that I've pined for, for two years in my silence," Iliana said, staring dreamily into her son's eyes. "They're spending more time with Emma than they are with me these days. I think you created a monster," she stated with a little giggle. "You should see Emma after they're done. I think Emma has started to come around with having two strong, virial men eager to please her like I know how she loves it when you've been deep inside of her. I know I hurt you deeply two years ago, and I'm hoping that you've forgiven me for being so stupid." A smile rose the corner of her lips as Drake nodded while he still held her in his arms. "Yet there is one thing I want to give the man I truly love, a baby."
"And this didn't spring up because your sister had a kid with Dad?" Drake asked, trying not to accuse her of anything. Biting the inside of his cheek as, his mother slyly looked away with a reddening face.
"Okay, maybe that irked me a little. I won't deny that," Iliana admitted. "I won't deny I wasn't pissed off to find out that Becky was their child, and they were carrying on their affair long before what Idin gloated to me. But this idea for a baby, something that has both of us in him or her, was only born out of the desire to bring us together like a true man and wife because baby, there's no other man I want in this world other than you to be that. I know we can't start now, and by the time you leave for college, the pills still won't be out of my system, and I don't even know if it's possible for me to have any more. However, if there is just the slightest chance that I can be a mother again, to hold our baby, to sing him or her to sleep like I did with you, then I think we could try, don't you?" Praying that she hadn't scared him off.
"You sure this is what you want?" Drake asked in a serious tone.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded. "But before you start putting babies in me, I want my honeymoon," she said with a cheeky grin.
"Oh?"
"I certainly can't be wined and dined on it if I'm pregnant, now can I?" Iliana asked, holding her son tighter as that loving smile she has seen since their relationship had started appearing on his lips.
"Any place you have in mind?"
"I was thinking somewhere with mountains, a lake, that's very private," a devious light appeared in her eyes as her son's eyebrow rose, "a nice private cabin of sorts, since we definitely can't interrupt the neighbors with all that moaning I'll be doing, because baby, you know I love your cock," Iliana spoke, sighing and grumbling in her mind knowing only ten minutes were left before they had to leave for the airport. How she was going to miss him every second he was gone.
"I'll look into it, and just when were you thinking of going?" Looking down as his mother slyly picked at his shirt. It was almost like his mother had this all planned out already.
"What would you say if I wanted to go the week before Thanksgiving, then come home, have a nice meal with the boys before you have to head back."
"I'd say I'd be a fool to pass up that."
"Good answer," Iliana cooed before passionately kissing her son. Feeling the burning desire, the love, the passion he had for her as she melted into that kiss, knowing it would have to last her for four long days. How her pussy was going to go mad with want for her son's return. "You better finish packing, or you'll miss your flight." It took all her will to pull herself away from Drake when in reality, all she wanted to do was just stay in that moment and let the world just pass them by.
The airport terminal was loud in her ears as she and Drake stood before the ticket counter, where he handed over his luggage to the man behind the counter after claiming the ticket that had been waiting for him. She had no idea he had a fake ID with his gigolo name on it. Smirking inwardly, knowing what she had planned on their honeymoon would work out perfectly since she was marrying her son's alter ego, on paper anyway.
"Be safe, Drake; call me when you land to let me know you're okay," Iliana said sweetly, not wishing to let him go just yet. However, she did note a blond woman staring intently at him, so she wouldn't cause her son any trouble if the woman was the client that had hired him. She knew the moment they got to the airport that he was on the job. "Do try to see the sights and not the four walls of your hotel room," she chided.
"Yes, Mom," Drake teased, seeing how her smile lifted the corners of her lips and the light shining in her eyes.
"I'll be here Friday to pick you up," Iliana stated, fighting herself not to reach out and touch her son, or get another mind-numbing kiss in before he jetted off to Italy once again.
"I promise, I'll be back before you know it," Drake said low, to which his mother nodded. "We'll go out, just the two of us. I hear there's an interesting play happening that night. Maybe we could make it a date," he uttered in a coy tone, smirking at how his mother's eyes widened at that.
"Really?"
"Mmmhmm, I have to show off my hot wife, don't I?" Drake mused, winking at her, leaving her stunned as he went to meet Trish. He knew he couldn't lie to her about who his mother was, given how she knew his aunt. They might not look the same, yet there was enough semblance to tell that Idin and his mother were related. So, as much as he wanted to feel her lips on his, he just couldn't chance it. Looking back at his mother as he passed through the TSA checkpoint, seeing her face light up as he blew her a kiss, removing that irked look from her eyes when Trish was hanging on to him.
******
It was a Tuesday that found Iliana picking at her lunch, yearning for the next two days to pass quickly. She missed Drake terribly. She knew he couldn't call as much as she would like since that woman had hired him for his services. Yet the times they did when that woman was at whatever she was there for or when she was in a comatose state due to the fucking Drake had just given her wasn't enough for her, at least not to her mind it wasn't. Then a small smile appeared on her lips as thoughts of what their honeymoon would be like, images of her dress appearing in her mind, the smile on her son's face as they held a small little ceremony for the two of them, popped into her head. She didn't need a big fancy wedding. She had that with Mario, and look how that turned out for her. No. All she needed was the love of her man, and she had that. It might have taken two years to show her son that she was the woman he had loved for all that time. Might have been hell to go through that two years of longing to show her son how sorry for the words she had spoken in arrogance and selfishness, she was. However, now that they were together, it felt like she was on cloud nine. She never wanted to come down.
Iliana thought back to her failed marriage. Going over every little thing Mario had ever done. Seeing all the signs that he was stepping out on her at the time, she didn't put two and two together, yet that didn't mean she wasn't suspicious. Nevertheless, she couldn't come right out and accuse him of cheating on her. Then again, after what she had learned, it would be the truth. She just didn't know how much truth was backing those words at the time. Now, as she pondered the life that awaited her and her son, she knew wholeheartedly Drake would never do what his father had done to her. She knew about the waitress and the college girl he was tutoring. How? He told her, of course. While she might not like it, yet she was his cuckqueen, and with how society was, she knew he couldn't tell people who he was dating. Something she knew, something that always brought a smile to her lips when she thought about it, Drake wouldn't have a problem with screaming out at the top of his lungs for the whole world to know. However, she did put a stop to him randomly sleeping with women. She couldn't stop him from doing so with the college girl. That would just raise too much suspicion when he's already told her he doesn't date.
They, meaning her, had a very tearful shouting match, meaning her again in the form of tossing things about, watching how quickly Drake was on his feet. If it was work, she didn't like it, but she understood that he was only doing it to provide for them and nothing more. Telling him if he loves her like he professed that he did, he wouldn't be slipping his dick into other women without her okay. Screaming at him that she's not going around fucking some random men that she knew would give anything for a night with her. Seeing she was getting to him as she noted how his jaw muscles clenched when she said that and the glint of anger in his eyes. Her finger-pointing in his face, showing him just how she feels at that point in time. She knew Drake didn't have a whole lot of experience with that kind of relationship, so she knew this was a very good wake-up call for him. Watching how he got down on his knees, something that took her aback. No one, not even Mario, did such a thing before. As mad as she was at him at that moment, Iliana felt her heart fluttering in her chest when Drake took her hands into his.
"Mom, I'm sorry, you're right. What I did was wrong, very wrong, and you have every right to be upset with me. I won't deny that. All I can ask is that you find it in your heart to forgive me for my stupid mistakes. I promise from now on, no more casual encounters, not unless you're okay with it and/or a part of them." Her son's voice filled her mind as she thought back to that day.
"Do you love me?"
"Ever since I saw you sunbathing out in the backyard." She recounted how hard it was to fight back her smile when she was pissed at him.
"Do you know how hurtful it is to find out that I'm not enough for you? I'm not talking about you being a gigolo. I'm talking about these sluts that talked you out of your pants." How she really wanted to stay mad at him, yet as she stared down into his blue-green eyes seeing how he was listening to every word she spoke, she just couldn't. Sure she had forgiven him, didn't mean she didn't make him work for it.
"You're right. What I did was very hurtful. And I'm sure this just reminds you of Dad." Iliana had noted the anger in his eyes, not at her but at himself for having to compare himself to his father. She knew how much he hated how Mario had treated her during the divorce. Noting how his jaw muscles were working, she could only assume that he was promising to himself that he wouldn't make that mistake again. At least, she hoped that was what he was doing. "I swear to you, that will never happen again."
"Do you want to marry me?"
"Is the sky blue?"
"No," she couldn't help it, "that's because of the Rayleigh scattering of the sunlight when it hits the atmosphere." Iliana bit her lip as her son rolled his eyes at her response. Recounting the NOVA episode they had watched a few nights earlier when he came home at midnight when he normally didn't get home until one or two in the morning. Snuggling up to him in their bed as she and Drake relaxed on their bed before he was ready to sleep.
"Yes, I've wanted to marry you since I was sixteen." Iliana heard the truth in his words. Taking hold of his face with both hands so he could only look into her eyes as she spoke.
"Then never, ever, I mean ever do that again. You are not your father. You're a better man than he ever was. I don't want you becoming like that. I sure as hell won't marry you as much as that will hurt me, and baby, I don't ever, ever want to go through those two years ever again; because I know I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, even your father. I would be lost and so distraught if I lost you." Remembering the tear that ran down her cheek as she spoke those words. Her fingertip ran along her lip, reminiscing how Drake rose without a second thought, to how the palm of his hand caressed her left cheek as his thumb brushed away her fallen tear, to how he was upset with himself for being the one that caused it.
"Forgive me, Mom." Hearing his whisper still lingering in her ear as he hugged her tightly. "I never wanted to be the one that makes you cry." How she hugged him back just as fiercely as they held each other in each other's arms; then her blissful memory was interrupted when the slime that was her ex sat down across from her.
"Who the fuck said you could sit there?" Iliana asked, venom lacing her words.
"I did," Mario stated in a cocky tone.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't dig your eyes out with this spoon?" Iliana hissed threateningly as her dark red hair dangled over her soup bowl.
"Because you know you still love me, so why not relive our glory days?" Mario spoke in a charming tone. Arching an eyebrow when Iliana just burst out in laughter at his suggestion. "Come now, Iliana, surely you'd want a man back between those legs," he said in an arrogant fashion.
"Oh, I have a man, alright, you pompous toad," wiggling her fingers, showing off the engagement ring she and Drake had bought together, "and my Dante is ten times the man you ever were in and out of the bedroom," Iliana uttered spitefully. "I wouldn't even be able to feel you with that little thing you got down there," she gestured with a dismissive wave of her hand, noting how Mario was setting his jaw when it wasn't going his way, just like he always did when he didn't get what he wanted. "Aw, is there trouble in paradise? Is my slutty sister's ass no longer doing it for you?" Iliana taunted. "Well, too fucking bad!" she spat. "You leave me high and dry, failed to make one damn alimony payment, and have the gall to walk in here expecting me to fuck you?!" Iliana didn't care if she was drawing an audience as her voice continued to rise.
"Did your brain get sucked out when you ran like the coward you are to Asia? I have to assume so, given what you obviously think; that you can just waltz in here thinking I'd just bend over and touch my toes for your sorry ass. As much as I hate your rotten guts, I wouldn't have my sweet boys if it wasn't for you. However, that doesn't mean you will ever, and I mean ever, get to experience this new body of mine!" The feet of her chair groaned as she got to her feet when the back of her legs pushed it backwards when she did, displaying the taut body that she had maintained due to the days she had joined Drake when he wasn't tutoring at the gym if he wasn't free Franklin or Aydin went with her. "So run back to that fucking whore that's my sister and jack that tiny dick you have knowing you chose poorly." Iliana fought the urge to toss her still-hot soup into Mario's face. She wasn't about to get arrested for assault. No sir. She wasn't about to miss out on welcoming her son home to her loving arms Friday, not for the loser she was sneering at; Mario wasn't worth it any longer. "Now, if you ever intrude on my private life again, I will have you arrested for stalking and put a restraining order out on you. I wonder how that bitch will take that?" Iliana mused, tapping her finger against her lips. "Now stay the fuck away from me," she growled from over her shoulder as she sauntered towards the door, leaving Mario to pay the bill. "If you don't, my new man will put you in the ground."
"Fuck," Mario hissed, watching Iliana's ass swaying beneath her dress as she walked through the door. Looking up when a man placed a check on the table, pondering what he thought he was going to do about it. Grumbling low when Iliana had stiffed him with the check. Feeling his blood running down to his manhood at how sexy and gorgeous Iliana was now after losing those pounds she had earned over the years.
Iliana sat in her car wondering if she should inform her slut of a sister about her encounter with her husband. Quickly pulling out her phone, knowing one person she had to speak to first. Drake needed to know what his father had tried to pull on her. She just prayed that he would answer.
"Drake?" Iliana spoke once she heard the line connecting.
"Hey, Mom... is everything alright?" A loving smile formed on her lips at the thought of her son knowing her so well that he could tell just by one word that everything was not alright.
"No," Iliana stated, trying not to allow her voice to tremble, yet she and Mario had so much history together it was hard for her not to allow his appearance to get to her. Hearing him whispering to the woman he was in Italy with. Pressing her lips together, not enjoying how she [WA2]talked to her son that she could hear over the line. Listening to a door opening and the sounds of the city he was in coming over the line as he stepped outside.
"Okay, what's wrong?"
"Mario ruined my lunch!" Iliana nearly shouted.
"Did he now? What exactly did Dad do?" Iliana felt her cheeks heat at the protective tone she heard in her son's voice.
"The bastard thought he could talk me into fucking him! Can you believe that?!" She heard his grip tightening on his phone, the conversation they had about his casual encounters with women popped back into the forefront of her mind. Knowing he truly loved her if he was getting upset at the thought of it.
"And what did you say to him?"
"Oh, I flashed him my ring, told him I have a man that's ten times better than anything he ever was. Also, that if he didn't leave me alone that my new man would put him in the ground," Iliana said proudly.
"Oh?" Iliana felt herself smiling at the sound of his smile she could hear in that one word.
"Mmmhmm, Mario can never compete with you, baby," Iliana cooed in a loving tone. "No one can compare to my strong, handsome, loving son," she sighed in a dreamy voice.
"Not even what's his name you always fawn over when he comes on TV?"
"Nah-uh, not even him," Iliana spoke, shaking her head, causing her hair to flutter as she did. Twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, she wore a goofy smile on her lips at her son's chuckle. "What do you think I should do?"
"Hmm?! Good question. Definitely no fucking him."
"Definitely," Iliana nodded in agreement.
"I have a feeling not everything is as it seems at their house."
"I would say so if Mario is here trying to get me to fuck him."
"I say rub it in Aunt Idin's face. It might move things along."
"That's so wicked, baby?!" Iliana squealed, knowing how this would hurt her sister given the proclamation she had made when she and Mario were at their lawyer's ironing out their divorce. "You know she isn't going to believe me, right?"
"Doesn't matter if she does or doesn't. The thoughts will be there, gathering strength over time. Before long, she won't be able to overlook them any longer."
"Baby?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you know how wet I am right now?"
"No. Why don't you tell me."
"Just thinking of you making that bitch your little slut, imagining her beg you to fuck her with that cock of yours. The look on her face when she tries not to enjoy it, yet she knows Mario is never going to feel the same after being stretched out by that cock of yours. Then the wails and moans she'll be producing as she just can't help herself as she cums on that rod. The self-loathing she'll do knowing she fucking loves it and knows she's going to fuck you again."
"And just what are you planning on doing when I do?"
"What do you think about having Franklin and Aydin taking the bitch like the whore she is?"
"Think that might cause Dad to have a heart attack if he found out that the sons he abandoned once again took his wife from him."
"Good, the coward, deserves to suffer for what he put us through," Iliana stated in a firm tone.
"Listen, Mom, I need to get back. We'll talk about this more later, alright?"
"Of course, baby, you know I'd never leave you out. We are in this together, you and me. After all, my husband should stand with me as I will always stand by you," Iliana said with conviction. "Drake, I love you, I'll talk to you later, and you be safe over there."
"Yes, Mom, love you too. I'll see you on Friday."
"I'll be waiting with bells and whistles!" Iliana uttered excitedly, grinning when she heard his chuckle. Pressing her lips against the screen of her phone, praying that Drake could feel them and her love for him so many thousand miles away from her loving embrace before her screen went dark.
******
Idin was sitting on the floor of her den, making silly faces at Regan as they played together while the TV was on in the background. Slyly glancing at Becky, who constantly glanced at her phone every five to ten seconds. She knew Becky waited constantly by her phone for the time when Drake would call her. However, they knew he would be out of town until Friday, hence why she was on the floor keeping her daughter entertained, so they didn't have a repeat of that Saturday nearly two weeks ago. A smile formed on her lips as she heard the ping of a phone.
"Told you he would contact you," Idin said in a motherly tone.
"That wasn't my phone, Mom," Becky retorted, a little annoyed that Drake hadn't contacted her yet. She wished he would. Wondering where he went off to, that he couldn't contact his little sister.
"Oh?! Must be Brie or Marsha," Idin muttered, getting to her feet. Remembering how annoyed they were yesterday when Trish texted them pics of the room she was staying in as well as a picture of her with her hand wrapped around a very large cock before she swallowed it. She wouldn't admit it out loud, yet the sight of it did get her excited. She just didn't know why it aggravated her friends as much as it did. That was until Marsha hissed at the sneakiness Trish had pulled off to get Dante to go with her to Italy.
"That was Dante?!" Idin remembered how she stammered in shock.
"A part of him," Brie nodded, puffing out her cheeks at the response Trish had sent back to her own.
"The sneaky bitch whisks him off to Italy of all places?!" Marsha growled in her seat, clearly not a happy camper at the moment.
"And she took some escort with her?!" Idin spoke at a loss for words.
"Appears so," Brie grumbled. Wishing it was her that had four whole days alone with Drake, all so she could have some of the best sex without a worry in her adult life.
"And she can fit that thing inside of her?!"
"Takes practice, but once you can, God, there's nothing like it," Marsha sighed in want, feeling her moisture gathering between her legs, knowing what she was going to do to Drake once he got back.
"I can believe it," Idin muttered, peering back down at the picture Trish had sent her. Wondering why that cock looked familiar to her for some reason.
"No wonder she was bouncing off the walls that Saturday. I bet she just couldn't wait to get on that plane and have him all to herself," Brie huffed, crossing her arms below her breasts as she sat back in her chair.
"I know I would be," Marsha mumbled, wishing it was her on her knees, kneeling before Drake, eager to service his manhood.
"Okay, is he really that good?" Idin asked curiously.
"Oh, Idin, if you ever slept with him, you would know. Nothing that man does to you will ever be matched by anyone else. Just that sinful voice of his had me ringing out my panties quite a number of times, and the wet spots?! I have to lay down two towels just to absorb all that pussy juice he just makes me gush," Marsha sighed in bliss, recounting the times they were together.
"Mmmhmm," Brie hummed along, already feeling her pussy just heating at the thought of Drake's tongue on her pussy. The way he lapped up her cream as she rode his face to how his fingers felt deep inside of her.
"Damn," Idin muttered, leaning back in her chair.
"You can say that again," Marsha giggled.
The unlocking of her phone resounded in the room. Arching an eyebrow seeing the icon that indicated that she had a text. Wondering who could it be, given how her friends were at work and Trish was rather busy enjoying her private time with Dante. Arching an eyebrow when she noted her sister's name appearing on her screen, wondering why Iliana would bother texting her.
"Well, it seems your soulmate isn't who you think he is."
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Idin typed out hurriedly.
"Seems once the slimy, no-good, rotten toad that he is, always a slimy, no-good, rotten toad." Narrowing her eyes, knowing Iliana only was trying to get her riled up, and it was working. "Oh, just that Mario intruded on my lunch break, trying to get me to fuck him, to relive our glory days, as he put it."
"You're fucking lying?!" Idin typed out heatedly.
"Why would I ever do that? I'm not the one who screwed over a sister. I'm not the one who broke up my family. That would be you, slut."
"I don't believe you?!"
"I don't care if you do or don't. It's not my marriage he's screwing over... again. It's yours. I'm happily committed to my new man, and let me say, dear sister..." Idin felt Iliana's sneer through the screen of her phone, "I definitely traded up, and you got stuck with a cheating bastard that will always cheat on whoever he's with. I just thought I should warn you that if he ever comes near me again my Dante will not put up with his bullshit. We clear? So keep your dog on a short leash, or you won't have a husband for much longer."
"Don't you dare threaten Mario or me!" Her fingers worked quickly over her keyboard as she typed out her response to her sister.
"It's not a threat, Idin. It's a promise. Dante doesn't like to share me, and he certainly doesn't like you or that ass in how you treated me, your own sister. I'm just stating what will happen if you don't get your dog in order."
"Hmpf! Like that loser, whoever he is, can ever compare to Mario," Idin sent back, rolling her eyes at the absurdity that whoever this Dante was nothing compared to Mario. "I bet this man, whomever he is, doesn't make more than thirty thousand dollars a year." Chuckling to herself, knowing that had to be true, why else would her sister still be living in that dump of a house? Arching an eyebrow when her screen was filling with laughing emojis.
"You dumb slut, my baby makes anywhere from one to two million a year. A year! You stupid cunt! What does Mario make, what? 500k?" Iliana knew this to be true, given how she had browsed through Drake's bank statement one month that he had left out. She didn't mean to, yet she was just curious about how much he was making in a month. It wasn't hard for her to add it all up. So she knew when Drake was ready to quit the life of a gigolo, they would be set for good. Maybe she would still work, maybe not as much as she did right then, and have Drake stay home as her delicious househusband who wouldn't hesitate to make her mind go blank every time she came home.
"That's not possible!" Idin was fuming that even with all her scheming, all her planning her sister still came out on top!
"Oh, it is, and you know what? Unlike that loser you had to steal from me, my man doesn't mind if I splurge on something for myself like I know Mario huffed and puffed when I bought a single dress. Now tell me, oh dear sister..." Idin's grip tightened on her phone as her anger rose at the thought of her sister getting the better end out of life than she had thought she had when she won Mario from her sister. "Can your little cheating toad ever compare to this?" Idin gasped at the picture that filled her screen. While there was no face attached to the picture, she couldn't stop herself from running her eyes down the image of the hard body and equally hard cock.
"You're dating an escort!" Idin laughed madly when she knew who that cock belonged to. She had masturbated to it a few times since Trish had sent that photo. Not that Mario needed to know that.
"And? I know what he is. That's the difference between him and Mario. Mario is nothing but a liar and a cheat, while my man is honest and straightforward with everything he does. Now go on, enjoy that life you had to steal, and I hope in the years to come you two will grow to despise one another." Idin's anger continued to rise as she stared at her sister's taunting words. She had to know. She had to talk to Mario about this.
"Becky, watch your sister," Idin ordered as she surged from her seat.
"Why? What's wrong, Mom?" Becky asked in a worried tone.
"Your father and I need to have a talk. I'll be back in an hour," Idin said, snatching her purse off the table near the front door. She was going to make sure that man was not fucking around on her.
Becky just shrugged her shoulders when Regan peered over at her, wondering why their mother stormed out of their house. Smiling down at Regan as she strolled over to the couch and climbed onto it. Looking down at her little sister as she pressed her little hands on her left thigh as she gazed up at her, uttering: 'Drake?'
"Sorry, Regan, but he's out of town right now. He won't be back till Friday," Becky said in a sad tone. She knew the real reason why he had left. Recounting how upset Janet was, then Mikaela and Amina were when Janet ranted about how he was going to Italy with her mother for four days. She knew they all were eager to get some more of his talents -- namely his dick before he left for New York. Brushing her hand along the back of Regan's head as she just repeated his name while patting her phone. "You think we should call him?" Biting her lip as her sister just nodded vehemently her answer. "Okay, but he might not answer Regan. He might be busy," Becky stated. "Yeah, fucking the living shit out of Janet's mom," she quickly added to herself. Blowing out a breath as she brought his number up, hearing the line ringing as she put her phone on speaker. Her heart hammered in her ears as she heard the line connect.
"Yeah?"
"Drake?"
"What is it, Becky?"
"You didn't call," Becky said, trying to keep the hurt from her voice.
"Been kind of busy since I landed."
"But sending me a text doesn't take more than a minute?!" Becky pouted, hearing the sounds of Italy coming over the line. "Drake, what are you doing?"
"Shopping."
"For what?"
"Don't know yet, just killing time, really." Nevertheless, that didn't stop Drake from eyeing the bottles of wine that lined the store's shelves he found himself in while Trish was in one of her comatose states she normally was in after a really good fucking. That normally gave him about three hours to kill before she came out of it. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Becky and Regan listened on as Drake spoke in Italian to someone. What they were discussing, she hadn't a clue. Yet she smiled at the fact that he hadn't hung up on her as Regan drew closer to her phone.
"Drake?!" Regan spoke excitedly.
"One sec."
"It's okay, Regan. He's just talking to someone. He'll be done soon," Becky said in a caring tone as she rubbed her sister's back at Regan's pouting face.
"Okay, sorry about that."
"What was that about?" Becky asked curiously.
"Oh, just having two cases of the best Italian wine shipped home."
"Drake, is wine really good? I know you drink a lot of it," Becky said, her thighs instinctively rubbed together as they listened on when he was on speaker.
"Depends on the wine, Beck."
"But will you teach me how to enjoy it?" Becky asked, wanting to draw closer to him. Also, his attention would be focused on her and not her parents, no matter how much her parents deserved it.
"Little young, don't you think?"
"I'm no older than you were when you first started to drink it," Becky countered.
"Touché."
"Drake?!" Regan cut in.
"Yes?"
"I miss you," Regan said in a sweet, pure tone. "When are you coming to see me?" she asked in that child-like innocent wonder that is her older brother.
"Drake, aren't you going to answer her?" Becky asked when only silence came over the line.
Drake was in a pickle. How was he to answer that? How was he to have a relationship with his father's and Idin's child? What would happen to her when this all went down? "I don't know. I'll be busy for the next two weeks getting ready to head back to New York."
"Drake?!" Regan uttered a soft cry. "Don't you l've me?" she spoke through the beginning of her sobs.
"Regan, it takes longer for a person to get to that point, and Mom and Dad really hurt Drake before you were born," Becky said in a loving sisterly tone as Regan's eyes teared up as she stared up at her big sister. Unable to comprehend what Becky was telling her at her young age.
"But I l'ves Drake," Regan said, fighting back her waterworks.
"I know, Regan, just give him time. I know he'll come around, won't you, Drake?" Becky asked, showing him just who he would be hurting in his quest for retribution for her parents' actions in the past.
"How about Saturday?"
"You mean it?!" Regan sniffed.
"Mmmhmm." Drake kept his sigh to himself, wondering what he was getting himself into.
"You promise? Daddy says if you promise, you have to keep it," Regan said, not knowing what had happened three years ago.
"Dad says lots of things he doesn't mean."
"Drake?! Don't tell her that!" Becky snapped, squeezing her sister into her protectively.
"Do you want me to lie to her? I thought telling the truth was right?"
"Yes, but she's too young to understand what happened," Becky said in a pleading voice. "Don't take your anger out on her for what Mom and Dad did to you and your family. It's not right, Drake, and you know it! Now apologize to Regan!"
"Why?! What for?!"
"For making her cry," Becky stated with a stern nod of her head.
"Fine..." Smiling at his sigh, "Regan, I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven, big brother," Regan said, returning back to her happy self.
"Drake?"
"Yeah?" Becky heard the struggle in his voice, praying that whatever happens that he spared Regan from the fallout of his plan. "What the...?!" She grinned wickedly when she had sent a photo of her bare breasts, one of her on her knees, ass in the air, her face pressed against the mattress, with her pussy on display. Then there was the short video of her fucking herself with her hairbrush moaning out his name.
"It appears you got my texts, good. Maybe next time you're here, you'll do what's needed to be done and do what you're very good at," Becky stated, wishing that she hadn't stopped sleeping with him. Yet she had to decide how she was going to divert his attention from his goal of... whatever it was. Still, that didn't mean her hot, youthful pussy wasn't throbbing at the fact that it wanted Drake's cock back deep inside of it. "We'll let you go, Drake. It was nice speaking to you. Maybe next time you'll call your sisters."
"Yeah!" Regan chimed in. "Bring us back presents!" she said, clapping her hands as she bounced on the couch cushion.
"Presents, huh?"
"Mmmhmm, you're supposed to bring back souvenirs for your family," Becky stated, smiling down at her sister, who was vehemently nodding along.
"I don't know; I thought presents were for only when you've been good."
"I've been good?!" Regan said in a firm tone, at least as good as a two-year-old could achieve.
"Oh, have you now?"
"Mmmhmm, I haven't fussed or cried once," Regan nodded, not counting what had happened a few minutes ago.
"And if you do, I'll make sure you feel really good afterwards," Becky said in a sultry tone.
"I see, and do tell what will that involve?"
"You know," Becky said shyly, seeing the confusion in Regan's eyes as she said that.
"I guess I have shopping to do tomorrow."
"Bye Drake, I l'ves you!" Regan cried out in a happy, loving tone.
"Bye, Regan, love you too." Becky leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her sister's head; her eyes widened, and her lips formed into a wide happy smile.
"Did you hear Becky? He l'ves me! My brother l'ves me!" Regan just bounced exuberantly beside her sister as she heard the line cut off.
"I heard, I heard," Becky nodded, hoping that Drake meant that and wasn't placating Regan.
*****
It had taken Idin thirty minutes for her to arrive at her husband's office. They all knew her or at least knew of her, so she didn't cause too much of a stir as she marched into the lobby of the building that served as the headquarters for the company. Marching to the banks of elevators, pressing the call button rapidly, praying that Iliana was just fucking with her to get her and Mario at odds with each other. Yet she couldn't ignore the signs. They were so obvious. She had thought he was smart. However, what fool uses the same excuses he used with his former wife when he left to spend time with her when he was married to Iliana. Her foot tapped on the cab's floor as it raced upwards to her husband's office door. Once the doors rolled open, Idin took a roundabout route so Mario wouldn't see her coming. If he was stepping out on her, she wanted proof of him in the act, so when she told him that she was going to go get fucked he wouldn't be able to say a damn thing about it. She had thought he loved her. Wasn't that why he married her? Wasn't that why they had another daughter together? Maybe, just maybe, Mario didn't care about her as much as she thought he did, and all she was to him was someone to cook, clean, to stroke his ego.
Pressing her lips together when she noted that Mario's secretary wasn't at her desk like she should have been. Fighting herself from jumping the gun, knowing there could be a logical explanation for why that was. Idin narrowed her eyes when the shades that were a part of the window frames that made up the inner wall were drawn so no one could peer into his office. Knowing that wasn't a good sign, ignoring the people that walked past her. As she pressed her ear to his office door. Her anger flared, not liking the sounds she was hearing coming from within. Slowly easing the door open, thankful for the due diligence of the maintenance people that the henge didn't groan as she pushed open the door. Her rage burned in her veins as her husband leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed as his secretary was on her knees sucking his cock. Pulling out her phone, getting the evidence she needed, she might not divorce the bastard, yet she wouldn't be sleeping with him ever again. She would just use him like a money pit and nothing more since Mario couldn't stick to his marriage vows. Snapping off three photos, sneering when the last one fired off, knowing he had just came in the whore's mouth before she shut the door.
Holding it together, so no one would grow suspicious at the fact that she had just caught her husband cheating on her. One could argue that all she did was catch him getting head. However, she knew her husband. She knew the asshole had fucked the cunt. She didn't need proof of that. She had the evidence of his infidelity. The moment she got into her car, she broke down. How she thought the man loved her. Thought that they were meant for one another. Thought they wanted a clean slate when they moved to China. Sobbing loudly into her hands, knowing her sister was right, how she hated to admit that. Knowing she had no one close to confide in. No sister to cry on her shoulder telling her woes that the man she thought loved her truly didn't. Now she knew how Jake felt all those years ago and how Iliana felt.
Reaching for her phone, praying her sister would just for once ignore the pain she had caused her as she dialed Iliana's phone. "What?!"
"You were right," Idin spoke through her sobs.
"And you called me. Why?"
"I thought I could change him. Thought he loved me..."
"Yeah, I thought the same thing, and you're the cheating slut he was fucking?! You better get your house in order. If he finds out, he will run like the coward he is. Now I have to work, don't call me again." How Idin felt so alone at that moment. She couldn't go to her parents. Even if they were talking to her, they were on the other side of the country. No. She made this mess herself; she would have to pull herself out of it on her own. For the next ten minutes, Idin cried her heart out, sitting all alone in her car. Once she had gathered her wits about her, starting her car and heading off to the bank. She wasn't about to allow Mario to flee the country and take all the money in their accounts with him. No. If anything, she would put a hamper on his little spending. Wondering how he would like it knowing he couldn't do a damn thing about it since he gave her full control of the accounts so she could manage the household bills.
She couldn't talk to her friends about this, not yet, not when they were still at work. Idin didn't want to ruin their work day with her woes. Her fingers wiped her tears away as she drove towards their bank.
"Hello?" Idin answered once her built-in Bluetooth in her dash synced her call.
"Mom, are you okay?" Becky asked, worried when she heard her mother sniffle.
"Everything is fine, honey," Idin reassured her daughter.
"No, it isn't. I know you've been crying. I can hear it in your voice. What happened?" A smile graced her lips at how insightful her daughter was to pick up on that.
"Nothing you need to worry about."
"It was Dad wasn't it?"
"I don't want to talk about it right now..."
"Bullshit, Mom! Tell me what's going on. I'm eighteen. I deserve... I have the right to know." Shaking her head at the tone of her daughter's voice, hearing herself in it.
"You sure you want to know?"
"Mom, you're upset. You're damn right I want to know why my mother's crying?!"
"I found your father in his office with another woman..."
"Fucking knew it, well, not that, but I knew something was going on. Dad's been acting weird for the past few weeks."
"I know, it's why I went to talk to him."
"And that's when you saw them?"
"Yes."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"What do you mean, nothing? Why didn't you storm in there cursing your head off?!"
"Because, if I did, your father would run. He has a history of it. So I have to keep him in the dark, for now, that I know."
"But..."
"At least for a little bit until I can ensure that I have what I need to ensure you and your sister are taken care of."
"Why would he do this?! I thought he loved us?!"
"So did I, honey, so did I."
"I guess Drake's turning out to be right about Dad."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, forget about it. It's not important anymore."
"No, you tell me what was it that Drake told you."
"That if Dad could do that to his sons, what makes me think he won't do it to us, or something along those lines."
"I guess your brother didn't fall for Mario's BS."
"I don't think he ever really bought into it in the first place. He's still pretty pissed about what you and Dad did to his mother and how Dad nearly drove Aunt Iliana into the poor house." Biting her lip, her eyes darting to and fro as her mind began to race. She knew the reason Mario had disowned Franklin and Aydin was because they had taken what he thought was his. Not because they were fucking their mother, but because Iliana was enjoying it more than she ever did with him. She never said anything, yet she knew his little male ego just couldn't take that, nor could his narcissistic attitude put up with knowing his sons were better than he was. Mario always had to make the people believe he was better than everyone else. She knew she couldn't involve the twins in this, one whiff of them in their house, Mario would go ballistic. That left only one person she could choose, and that was Drake. She had contemplated on it before, yet pushed it out of her mind thinking she couldn't, that it would be breaking her marriage vows -- as hypocritical as that sounded -- that she wasn't going to be like her sister in fucking her family. Now, however, she had the proof of Mario's infidelity. With what she was about to do, to limit his cash flow, he wouldn't be able to run very far if he did. She was going to make him a cuckold once again by his youngest son for the audacity of thinking he could cheat on her! From what she had seen of Drake's package, she knew she would greatly enjoy it.
"Becky, I'm going to ask you something, and I want a straight answer from you."
"Okay?!" Idin heard the confusion in her daughter's voice.
"Have you been fucking your brother? Was that who's cum I saw that Thursday morning caked onto your thigh?"
"What?! Are you crazy? Why would..."
"Come on, Becky, do you really think I believe some man named Dante came crawling through your window and that you could afford an escort? Now I want the truth, have you or have you not fucked Drake?"
"Promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise, honey, as long as you tell me the truth," Idin stated in a motherly tone.
"Okay, yeah, we did, but not for a while now."
"And why did your brother fuck you to begin with?"
"I asked him too."
"What?! I don't understand."
"I asked him to help me get better at sex, and well..."
"Was he any good?"
"Mom? Why are you asking?"
"Because Mario needs to feel the pain he's inflicted on this family. He needs to know that he can't go around fucking whatever he wants and get away with it. We might not be a loving couple for some time, if we ever will be again. But I'm not leaving your father, at least not until he runs like the dog he is. And I want to hurt him just as much as he's hurt me, so was your brother any good?"
"Do you really want to hear this?"
"Yes."
"Well, he's the second person I've ever had sex with, so I can't say if he's good or not, but..." Hearing her daughter blowing out a breath, "it was like nothing I've ever felt before."
"Did you orgasm?"
"Yes, quite a lot."
"Is that why your room reeked of stale sex that morning?"
"Yes. Mom, this is getting weird."
"No weirder than you fucking your brother in our house," Idin retorted. "One last question."
"Okay."
"Do you think you can help me get your brother to fuck me?"
"What?! You want me to..."
"Yes, honey, I know how Drake feels about me, and I can't fault him for that. Mario and I have hurt quite a lot of people with what we have done, some very good people. So I know if I ask him, he isn't going to listen to me. So I need your help to get back at your father, only if you're comfortable with it."
"I don't know, Mom, it feels so... dirty helping my mom to have sex with Drake."
"I know, honey, I know. But this has to play out. Mario has to feel our pain. If not, he's just going to keep doing it and doing it until there isn't a marriage left, and he flees for some far-off land once again. I will not let you and Regan suffer because your father can't keep his dick in his pants!" Idin stated in a protective motherly voice. She might be a lot of things, might have done some despicable things to those very close to her. However, she was not going to let her children suffer for the choices their father had made.
"Okay, Mom, I'll help you. But on one condition."
"And that is?"
"I want to fuck him too."
"What?!"
"You don't know how good he feels in you like I do. I just can't stop thinking about it. I need it back inside of me. It was nothing like the first boy I had sex with. It felt like I was being fucked by a soup can, and not those tiny ones, like the big ones you buy."
"I don't know, honey... that's kind of..."
"I didn't mean together; we'll take turns." Not that Becky was unfamiliar with threesomes, she and her friends had a number of them while her parents were away.
"Oh, okay, that doesn't sound too bad, I guess. I mean, after all, you two have done it before... really a soup can?!"
"Mmmhmm, Drake's really thick, Mom. I thought he would tear me in two before sliding it into me. But Drake took his time got me all nice and wet, as he said: something that big you just can't jam it in and not expect something to tear." Idin would have to agree with her daughter. Drake was indeed thick, thicker than any dildo or cock she's ever fucked before.
"Okay, I'll agree to that, but you'll have to help me get Drake to the house."
"He's coming by Saturday."
"Huh?"
"I called him just to see how he is, and Regan kind of gave him the guilt trip, so he said he'd be here then."
"Well..." A devious smile formed on her lips as a plan began to brew in her mind at what she was going to do on Saturday, "then we'll just have to prepare for Saturday. We can't have the house looking drab for your brother, now can we. But one of us will have to keep an eye on your sister while this is going on."
"Okay, but what about Dad?"
"I'll think of something. Okay, honey, I have to go. I'll be home right after stopping by the bank," Idin said, looking right at it as she sat at a red light.
"Okay, Mom."
Walking out of the bank after putting limitations on their bank accounts for Mario under the guise that Mario had trouble controlling his spending. The woman who helped her was rather understanding of her plight, even if it was a lie. Mario wouldn't be able to show up in person and withdraw or move a single cent from the accounts without her there or her agreement. She had also asked them to put a limit on Mario's card of two hundred dollars a week. Sure she knew he could just go somewhere else and open another bank account. Yet the money they had stored within their accounts would last them for a while if Mario thought to high tail it out of town. Now she had to get back into the swing of things to ensure that her children were taken care of if Mario thought to abandon them like he did with Iliana and their boys.
Blowing out a breath, ensuring that the signs of her crying weren't noticeable to her daughters before getting out of her car. Walking into her home, a warm, loving smile appeared on her lips as Regan raced towards her, screaming out 'Mommy!' Bending down, holding out her arms to her daughter, who had a wide, happy smile on her face at the sight of her. "Miss me?" Idin asked to which Regan nodded vehemently as she held her daughter close to her. "So, I hear you talked to your brother."
"Mmmhmm, I l'ves him," Regan stated as her mother carried her back towards the den.
"Oh, you do, do you?" Idin uttered, smiling happily at her daughter, glad she and Drake got along. Smiling at Becky as she came over and sat down beside her. Kissing her forehead as her oldest daughter hugged her, she knew Becky knew she was just putting up a front at that moment.
"We'll get through this, Mom," Becky whispered as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder.
"I know we will, baby. I have the love of my two sweet girls," Idin said, trying not to tear up. She was not about to go back to living the life they once had with Jake. She wasn't putting Jake down. He worked hard to ensure they were taken care of. Still, she wasn't about to go back to living paycheck to paycheck. However, she was going to need a backup plan if hers went to shit. That meant she had to speak to Drake. Sure she was going to fuck him Saturday. That was a given. She knew he had money. She just hoped that whatever he felt about her could be overlooked in ensuring that Becky and Regan were taken care of if Mario ran.
That night and every night that week, it was rather chilly in the Lucian bedroom. Mario was at a loss as to why his wife was giving him the cold shoulder. Shrugging his shoulders, crawling into bed, knowing if she wanted to not speak to him and forgo sex, that was fine with him since he was getting what he needed at his office. Unaware of what his wife knew and what she was planning in four short days.
Chapter Eleven
Iliana was so nervous as she stood in her best aquamarine dress as she waited for Drake to walk out with his bags in hand. As their eyes fell onto each other's, her heart raced, her body heated, her pussy tingled at how gorgeous her boy looked. Puffing out her cheeks when she watched how that woman kissed her son before she detached herself from Drake. Seeing him nod when she said something to him before Iliana lost sight of the woman in the crowd. Squealing in happiness as her face was lit with joy as she raced towards her son once he was past security. Throwing herself into his arms, feeling his arms wrapping around her as she planted kisses along his face. Her heart warmed at his deep chuckle as she pressed her body into his. Showing her son what he had missed being away for so long.
"Well, I see someone's happy I'm home," Drake said with a coy grin on his lips.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as her thumb brushed along Drake's cheek. "Have you eaten?"
"Nope, thought it best to wait to do that with my wife," Drake uttered, watching how his mother's eyes glinted in the light of the airport.
"Good, you should always save the first meal coming home with your wife," Iliana cooed, hoping her son could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. She wanted him to know that the moment they were alone, namely in her car she was going to show him just how much she missed him. Wrapping her arm around his, leading her son out the doors and towards the short-term parking lot. "So, how was your trip?" she asked as the wind lifted her hair.
"It was pleasant," Drake admitted.
"And that woman, was she any good?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Drake asked with a pointed look.
"... No, but I have some things to tell you. Things have been happening since you've been gone," Iliana said, lightly patting her son's arm as she led him towards her Audi. A car that she's taken very good care of since her son had given it to her.
"Like what?" Drake asked curiously.
"Later, right now, I need to show my man how much I missed him," Iliana said, pushing her son into the back seat of the car. She didn't care if those walking past it saw how her car was rocking as she rode her son hard in the back of it, nor did she care what they thought as the windows grew foggy as she made love to her man whom she had missed so much. "Drake!" she screamed out as she felt his cum flooding her womb. Smiling devilishly at him as she cleaned herself up, savoring the kiss as their sex filled the car before she exited it to toss away the napkins that were marred in his spunk and her sex.
"So, what's been going on?" Drake asked as his mother drove towards their lunch destination.
"Idin caught your father cheating on her," Iliana said, laughing wickedly at her sister's plight.
"Oh?"
"Mmmhmm, she called me Tuesday, crying her heart out. The slut actually thought the toad loved her," Iliana said, taking enjoyment out of her sister's woes.
"Mom, have you given any thought to what this will do to Regan?" Drake asked. He's been thinking about it ever since Becky had called him that Tuesday.
"What?! You're not backing out on me, are you?" Iliana inquired, peering over at him as they sat at a red light.
"What?! No. I'm going to fuck the bitch, but what about the blowback? Hurting Dad and her, yeah, I'm all behind that. But she's two. She didn't have anything to do with what happened. Do you really want to destroy a two-year-old for something she can't even understand?" Seeing his mother pressing her lips together, then the sigh that came afterwards.
"No..." Iliana drew out the word, "I don't want that. I might hate those two fucks, but you're right. She didn't do anything wrong," she said, patting her son's hand.
"Then what if we brought her into this," Drake uttered offhandedly. Seeing his mother's head snapping over to him. "Before you bite my head off, just hear me out. I'm being run ragged. Half the time, I'm running on empty with all the work I'm doing. I'm not saying forgive and forget. I doubt anyone of us can forget what those two did to our family. Yet she knows Dad far better than we do now. So she knows what will set him off and hurt him the most. All I'm saying is the enemy of my enemy is my friend," he said, repeating the old adage.
"I'll have to think about it," Iliana grumbled.
"If not, the plan is still going to happen as we planned," Drake stated, running his hand along his mother's bare thigh. Missing its feel after four days, he couldn't wait for when they got home tonight. "Oh, I got you a present while I was there," he said, peering out his window, trying not to smile when he felt his mother's gaze burning into him.
"Drake?! What did you get me?!" Iliana prodded, poking her son's left side with her fingernail. Feeling her pussy lurch at the seductive look her son cast her, butterflies swarmed in her stomach as that sultry smile appeared on his lips as he gazed at her. Her voice stammered as her son lightly brushed his fingers down her right cheek, conveying the love he held for her in that one simple touch.
"Something only fitting for the most beautiful woman in the world," Drake spoke in a deep sensuous tone. Seeing his mother's face heating as those words settled in her heart. Watching as his mother turned into the parking lot of a very romantic establishment. Noting the smile that stretched from ear to ear on her face as she found a place to park.
"Like I'm going to have lunch with my man in some fast-food joint on his first day back," Iliana said, sticking her nose into the air. "I love you, Drake, more than you will ever know," she sighed sweetly as she pressed her forehead against his as they sat in the car once she had parked.
"No more than I love you, Iliana," Drake replied, feeling the velvetiness of her lips as hers plucked at his. "So, do you want to wait for your present?" Fighting back his smile as his mother vehemently shook her head. "Pop the trunk," he directed as he slid out of the car. Digging through his bag, opening the jewelry case, ensuring that it was the right one. Seeing the diamonds sparkling in the sunlight that surrounded the three-carat ruby that sat in the center of the necklace along with the other six one-carat rubies that were on either side of the center one. When he had first seen it, he knew it would look so good on his mother that he just had to buy it for her. Sliding the case into his back pocket, smiling sinfully at his mother as he closed the trunk's lid. Looking over as his mother walked beside him, her hands holding onto his left as they approached the front entrance to the restaurant. Seeing how her head was bowed, the warm smile on her lips, the loving light in her eyes as the wind lifted her hair.
Iliana bit her lip as she watched her son dancing to Lenny Kravitz's 'It ain't over 'Til it's over' as it played over the speakers. Feeling her desire rising as she stared at how sensuous he was moving his body. She knew it was only meant for her and her alone. She couldn't take it anymore, so she pounced. Her tongue rolled in her son's mouth as they waited for the hostess to return after seeing to the couple that was before them. Her mind was adrift as her son seared his passion, his want, his craving for her onto her lips. Pulling away with dreamy eyes, her hands running down her son's hard chest, knowing their life together would be magical. Sliding her arm around Drake's waist as she caught the looks of the women that were in the place as they were led to their table. Nodding when she slid into the booth across from Drake when the hostess told them that their waiter would be right with them.
"Drake... what's this?" Iliana's heart was in her throat when Drake slid a long velvet box across the table.
"What do you think it is?" Drake retorted with a coy smirk. Watching his mother's hands flying to her mouth as her eyes glistened, "I told you it was something fitting for the world's most beautiful woman."
"Oh, Drake, it's so beautiful," Iliana stammered as the brilliance of the gems sparkled before her. "Put it on me, now," she said, nearly bouncing in her seat. Holding up her hair, feeling the platinum sliding along her skin. Her fingers ran along its surface as she felt Drake's lips on her right cheek.
"I have and always will love you, Iliana," Drake whispered sensuously into her ear.
"Oh, baby," Iliana sighed, turning her head, her hand caressed his right cheek before her fingers weaved through strands of his hair, pulling her son into her. She didn't care who was looking. There was no way she wasn't going to show her affection for her man. Her cheeks burned hot as she peered at her menu, glancing over the top of it, noting the smile on her son's lips. Knowing it might be wrong, yet this feeling, burning deep within her, felt so right. "So," reaching across the table, her thumbs brushing against the back of his hands when his filled hers, "what's the plan for this weekend."
"Well, tonight I plan on taking my wife out to this little play, dinner beforehand, of course."
"Of course, you should always wine and dine your wife," Iliana said with an impish grin on her lips. "What else?"
"Well, after the play, I thought if it's not too late, drive her to the pavilion down at the lake and just have a little stroll in the moonlight, that is if my wife wants to do such a thing," Drake stated coyly, seeing his mother's head bobbing her answer. "Then the rest of the weekend, it's back to work. I do have a house to pay off before I whisk my wife off on our honeymoon."
"About that, you should know, I already paid them the thirty thousand you told me to use, so we only have fifty more left to go," Iliana said, ignoring the people in the restaurant. The only person she deemed important at that moment was the man sitting across from her.
"Did they give you any trouble about it?" Drake asked, staring into his mother's eyes.
"No, but the loan manager we used did try to get me to sleep with him before you took over the payments. You should have seen him when I walked in there and paid off the late payments we were behind on. The nerve of the man thinking I would whore myself out just to keep from losing the house," Iliana said bitterly.
"Ah, well, if he tries anything else, you let me know, and I'll have a word with him," Drake stated in a protective voice.
"Of course, baby, I would never hide anything from you," Iliana said sweetly as their waiter approached them.
"What'cha doing?" Drake asked as he cut up his veal chop. Watching his mother snapping off pictures on her phone.
"Showing off the gift my man got me to my girlfriends," Iliana stated as she rapidly typed out her text. Not telling him one of those texts was to her sister just to rub it in her face.
"Oh, well, don't be too hard on them," Drake said into his wine glass.
"I can't help it that they're a little bit jealous that I have a man like you," Iliana spoke, smiling as she reached for her own.
******
"Boys, we're home!" Iliana called out as she and Drake entered their home. "Oh, hey, Emma, I didn't know you were off today," she said surprised to see her lounging on their couch in the living room.
"I'm not, but I thought I'd get my lunchtime snack in with these two until Drake got home," Emma stated, turning in her seat as did Franklin and Aydin. "Iliana, just where did you get that?!" Her eyes went wide as Iliana's necklace glinted in the light.
"Oh, this," her fingertips lightly rested on it, "my man bought it for me while he was in Italy, didn't you, baby?" Iliana asked, peering back at Drake as he set his bags down just like he did when he had come home from college that winter break.
"Mmmhmm," Drake hummed as he stepped up beside his mother. Feeling her leaning against him as his hand slid along her lower back before coming to rest on her hip.
"Damn, Drake, show us up, why don't you?!" Aydin joked. "It looks pretty on you, Mom."
"Thank you, honey," Iliana cooed, smiling at her youngest twin.
"How much did that cost you?" Franklin asked, noting how happy his mother appeared to be now that Drake was back.
"Don't think you'd want to know," Drake taunted as he peered down at his older brother.
"No, he's right, honey. While I love it, but I hope this didn't hurt you money-wise," Iliana spoke, peering over at him. Biting her lip as Drake pressed her harder into him, and how he got a serious look in his eyes.
"If spending ten thousand dollars to see that gorgeous smile of yours shine like the sun is what it takes, then, yeah... all worth it!" Drake said truthfully, noting the jaws dropping when he dropped how much the necklace cost him, seeing how it was a custom piece. "Money isn't a concern when it involves you," he said, looking deeply into his mother's eyes.
"Oh, baby," Iliana moaned, melting at those words.
"Damn, man, just show us up, why don't you," Franklin teased, smiling at his youngest brother. Noting how their mother was gazing at Drake, like nothing she's ever done with them. So he knew their mother was totally head over heels for Drake. That was why he and Aydin had stopped sleeping with their mother for the most part unless Drake told them it was okay or if he was away for a very long time, so their mother was taken care of. They didn't want to interfere with what was happening between the two of them.
"Oh, has my delivery arrived yet?" Drake asked, hoping the two cases arrived undamaged. After all, he paid a lot of money to get it delivered so quickly.
"Yeah, it did. I put it on the kitchen table, but what's in it?" Aydin asked curiously. He, Franklin, Emma, and their mother had been guessing what that box contained since no one opened it, knowing that would upset Drake.
"Two cases of the best Tuscan wine you can buy," Drake answered, seeing Emma's eyes lighting up at the news before he walked off to unbox it.
"Drake?!" Emma's and Iliana's voices filled the home as they scurried after him.
"Hmm?" Drake hummed, not hiding his smile as they crowded around him as he cut open the box.
"You'll share this fabulous wine with us, won't you?" Emma purred in a wanton tone as she lightly touched Drake's left arm.
"Of course, Emma, did you think I would leave you out?" Drake inquired in a sinful tone, seeing his brothers entering the kitchen as he set the first bottle down on the table.
"Drake," Iliana's voice took on a tone that reminded him of someone in her teens as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, "would you mind if we opened one?" Iliana asked.
"Sure, you joining us?" Drake queried, looking over at his brothers.
"Yes, if you boys want more of this ass," Drake noted how Franklin's and Aydin's eyes were zeroed in on how Emma ran her hand along it, "you definitely need to learn how to enjoy wine," Emma said, flashing Drake a devious smile. Giggling at how Franklin and Aydin were pushing each other about as they sought wine glasses for each one of them along with the corkscrew.
"So, they've grown on you, huh?" Drake teased.
"What can I say? They do a fine job of making up for you when you're not here," Emma winked at him.
Drake watched how Emma's face grew red when Franklin slipped his arms around her waist. "Now, now, I know my brother is good, but you sure we're just his replacements?" Franklin asked as he nibbled on Emma's neck.
"Well... if you keep doing that, I might revise my opinion," Emma said in a good-natured tease. It wasn't hard for him to notice how Emma enjoyed the attention she got from the twins. He was happy for her, with being in a loveless marriage for so long. "Get that look out of your eye, Drake. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop having that fat cock in me. So you best be ready to make my pussy gush," she said in a lustful tone.
"Always, Emma," Drake replied as Aydin sat the glasses down on the table and shoved his brother aside so he could feel the woman he and Franklin had been after against him.
"Boys, what have I told you about sharing," Iliana said in a disapproving motherly voice as Drake cut through the wax seal on the bottle with the corkscrew before hearing its pop.
"Just a little bit, Drake. I have to drive back to work soon," Emma stated as she held out her glass to him. Watching that rich red liquid flowing into her glass, stopping when it got to two inches.
Franklin and Aydin just watched as Drake, their mother, and Emma swirled their glasses before they brought them to their noses. Shrugging at each other when they peered at one another, mimicking their movements. Not understanding why they inhaled the scent of the wine before they sipped it.
"Oh, my," Iliana gasped as the wine played along her tongue.
"Mmmhmm, I have to say you were not joking about this," Emma sighed, tasting her homeland on her tongue.
Franklin and Aydin, being amateurs in what constituted a good wine, had no earthly idea what their mother and Emma were going on about. All they knew was that it tasted good. They wouldn't admit it was better than the beer they drank. But it was rather good for two people that never truly partook in it. Watching how Drake poured their mother another glass while Emma set hers down.
"Boys, you best be thinking of what we'll be doing tonight while Drake romances your mother," Emma stated, peering over at the twins. Whose eyes grew wide, catching them off guard. "You should enjoy spending time with the woman you're fucking, that includes going out." Shooting Iliana a devious smile as she giggled along. "And you, Drake," a purr rumbled from deep within her chest as she walked around the table, "you best be ready for me when you're not so busy," she said before passionately kissing him.
"Always, Emma," Drake said once her lips left his.
"Good, I'll hold you to it," Emma cooed, winking at him. "Now, boys, I expect you two to be ready at seven to show this old girl a night on the town when I get home from work. Iliana, always a pleasure to see you," she said, waving to them as she headed towards the front door.
"Told you, you created a monster," Iliana said, smiling into her glass.
"Drake," Franklin quickly approached the side of the table, pressing his hand on its surface as he leaned on it, seeing his brother arching an eyebrow, "help your brothers out here. We don't know any place good enough to take a woman like Emma to, also could you like... front us some money? We don't want to appear like chumps who can't afford to woo someone like Emma."
"But you can't, obviously, if you're asking me for money," Drake said, grinning wickedly at his mother's snort.
"Drake, the boys look up to their daddy, especially how well he takes care of their mother," Iliana purred, the fires of her want burned in her eyes as she peered over the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her wine.
"I don't know, Iliana, someone like Emma needs a dinner and a night out that's easily three hundred dollars. I just don't know if the boys are responsible enough for such a woman like her," Drake spoke, seeing the humor in his mother's eyes as he played along.
"Please, Drake, we'll do chores, paint the house, anything you want," Aydin stated, joining his twin's side who was nodding vehemently along.
"Anything?!" Drake mused, the devil on his shoulder was whispering into his ear.
"Within reason, son," Iliana cut in, seeing that devious light in her son's eyes.
"Aw, you're no fun," Drake pouted, smiling as she blew him a kiss. Reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone, scrolling down his contact list, stopping when he reached the number for The Chef and I on Ninth. "Hi, Roy, it's Dante, yes, I'm still coming at six, but I need you to make another reservation for a friend of mine. A table for three people, say at seven-thirty? Excellent. Thanks, we'll see you then," ending the call and pocketing his phone, "okay, you two have a table at The Chef and I on Ninth at seven-thirty. I expect you to be there promptly, or you will lose your table and make me look bad, we clear?"
"Yes, Drake. The Chef and I on Ninth at seven-thirty," Franklin repeated with a nod of his head as Aydin looked up where it was on his phone. Watching his brother pulling four hundred dollars off his money clip and dropping it onto the table.
"I expect you to work your tail off around the house while I'm in New York, understood?"
"Of course, Drake, we won't let you down. Now, what about after dinner?" Franklin asked, nervousness flooded his body at going on a date with his dream woman. Noting how Drake held out his hand to Aydin, silently asking for his phone.
"Take her there if you want to see that body of hers writhing on the dance floor," Drake said, handing Aydin his phone back with the name of the club typed into Aydin's Google search. "That should cover dinner, the door charge, and drinks; just don't drink and drive," he spoke in a fatherly tone.
"No way, Drake, we'd never do that," Aydin stated firmly.
"Good, I need to unpack and a nap," Drake said, walking to where he laid his bags down with his wine glass still in hand.
"And I need to show my man how much I appreciate my gift," Iliana purred in a salacious tone. "You two ignore the moans," she said from over her shoulder, swaying her ass for her son, knowing it was at Drake's eye level as she led the way to their bedroom. Hearing her sons' glee from downstairs as she shut the door behind Drake.
******
"How do I look, Aydin?" Iliana asked, checking herself out in the full-length mirror in her old bedroom as she stood in a skin-tight black dress she had bought Wednesday for this very night.
"Damn, Mom, you look fucking sexy as hell," Aydin stated as he leered at his mother from across the room.
"Drake's going to have a hard-on all night long with you looking like that," Franklin said truthfully as he gazed at her from the foot of the bed.
"Awe, aren't the two of you sweet," Iliana said, turning each and every way to see how the dress moved along her body. Seeing how her styled hair moved as she did. She wanted this night to be perfect. "Did you move the Ford like your brother asked?"
"Course, Mom," Aydin nodded. "Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Would it be okay if we borrowed the Audi to take Emma out?"
"You know your brother doesn't like you driving it," Iliana said, peering over at her son.
"I know, Mom, but we promise to take real good care of it," Franklin spoke with his brother nodding along. Seeing how their mother gazed at the necklace in the mirror and how that smile never left her lips as her fingers traced along it.
"Well... okay, just this once, and you best not get a scratch or dent in my car, understood?" Iliana stated in a stern motherly voice. Seeing Franklin rising from his spot in the mirror and walking out of the room to hers and Drake's bedroom, where she kept her car keys. "You really think Drake's going to love the dress?" she asked, a little insecure.
"Mom, have you seen how Drake looks at you? You could be wearing rags for all he cared about. To him, you would still be the stunning woman we both know he's lusted after," Aydin answered truthfully, seeing his mother's face ripen. "Mom?"
"Yes, Aydin." Turning her head to peer over at her son.
"I am really happy Drake makes you feel this way. I'm glad what Dad did, didn't sour you to it."
"I am too, okay, no more fooling around. Best put my face on before it gets too late, and you, young man," pointing her finger at him slightly bending at her waist to give her son a peek at her breasts, "you and your brother best treat Emma with respect and courtesy tonight, we clear?!" Iliana said in that motherly tone of hers. Noting how Aydin's smile grew wide, knowing she was only teasing him.
"Of course, Mom, can't have Drake constantly showing me up," Aydin spoke, puffing out his chest, putting on his male bravado.
"Good," bending down, placing a kiss on her son's left cheek, "we probably won't be home until late, so don't wait up for us," Iliana stated before walking into the master bathroom.
Drake turned his head when he heard a whistle, only to find his older brother standing in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. "You look good, Drake," Franklin nodded approvingly, seeing his brother arching an eyebrow.
"I do hope that's not a come-on," Drake joked, seeing his brother rolling his eyes.
"Just take the compliment, man, jeez." Smiling at how his brother chuckled, glad this all hadn't gone to Drake's head.
"So, whatcha here for, if not to watch your handsome brother dress," Drake teased.
"Handsome? Are you sure you're talking about yourself and not me? We both know I got the looks in the family," Franklin retorted, knowing he and Aydin had to start to prepare for their own date with Emma.
"Didn't know trolls ran in our family," Drake teased, getting a snort out of his brother.
"Good one, no, Mom said it was okay for us to borrow the Audi for tonight. I promise you have my word we'll take good care of it," Franklin spoke, seeing the look in his brother's eye. "Drake, what are those?" he asked, watching Drake attach his right cufflink to his dress shirt.
"Cufflinks."
"Well, don't you just look pretty," Franklin teased.
"And don't you forget it," Drake replied. Laughter filled the room as the two brothers enjoyed the humor that permeated the room.
"You best treat Mom good, or you'll answer to me," Franklin said, puffing out his chest.
"I didn't know you wanted to be on your back again," Drake smirked, remembering the brotherly fight they had.
"That was a fluke, and you know it," Franklin stated, lightly shoving his brother's shoulder as Drake tugged on the lapels of his black suit jacket. "I hope you and Mom enjoy your night; I know she's been looking forward to it all week." Smiling at Drake when he, too, said the same thing. "I expect you to kick anyone's ass if they get too friendly with Mom."
"Count on it," Drake nodded.
"Good, you two have fun, don't stay out too late," Franklin said, waving to his brother as he left Drake's bedroom as Drake was putting on his shoes.
"Baby, are you ready?" Iliana called out as she descended the stairs.
"For a night out with you? Always," Drake called back.
"Good." Iliana's purr floated on the air. Her grin spread across her face at how her son's jaw dropped as she stepped onto the ground floor of their home. "Do you like it, baby?" she asked, doing a little spin, giving her ass a little shake, getting something nice and hard for her.
"Fuck yeah, I do."
"Bye boys, you best treat Emma right tonight," Iliana called out, hearing her sons' 'We will' before closing the garage door. Shooting her son a taunting smile as he eased her down into the seat of his BMW. Lifting up the hem of her dress, flashing him her bald pussy, showing him that she would be open to whatever he had in store during the play.
******
"Oh, my god, that was so good?!" Iliana exclaimed excitedly as they walked out of the restaurant, hanging onto her son's arm as he escorted her to his car. "Why didn't you tell me you were on a first name bases with the chef?"
"Didn't think it was important," Drake said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Well, it is, if you're going to such fancy places. You definitely have to bring me here more often?!"
"Oh?"
"Mmmhmm, you should lavish the woman you love with fabulous meals like that, at least once a month," Iliana nodded, causing her hair to bounce as she did.
"I'll have to remember that," Drake mused with a coy smile on his lips.
"You best!" Leaning in, capturing her son's lips as they stood beside the passenger door. "Now we best be going, or we'll miss the play's opening," Iliana said, lightly patting her son's chest. Winking at him as Drake held the car door open for her. Making sure no one got a glimpse of her pussy as she swung her legs into his car. The only man that got that honor was her son, sometimes her other sons, when Drake was busy or out of town. It was the arrangement they had worked out so she wouldn't be going out of her mind in her horniness while Drake was away.
Leaning against Drake as his arm was wrapped around her waist as they sauntered up to the ticket booth of the playhouse. Noting the sneaky smile, he flashed her when Drake paid for a private box. Thanking the young man when he handed Drake the tickets, she wanted everyone to look, to see how hot she was and the man she was with. Silently telling them that she would never be with them, not as long as she had Drake. Even if she didn't, she doubted anyone could or would match Drake's skill.
"They sell snacks and alcohol here?!" Iliana asked in surprise since this was the first time she's ever been to a play of this caliber before.
"They do," Drake nodded. Chuckling as his mother dragged him over towards the concession stand.
"They better have malted milk balls. You know how much I love those," Iliana said excitedly as she peered down into the glass cases. Feeling her cheeks heat at the feel of her son's hand on her ass where it always belonged, at least in her opinion, it did. "Drake, what was that?" she asked, peering up when the house lights flickered three times.
"That's the five-minute warning, ma'am," said the polite teenager that was manning the stand that evening. Trying not to ogle the tops of the woman's breasts her dress showed off. "If you're worried about missing the start of the show, we can bring it to your seat for you."
"Really?!"
"Yes, ma'am," the teenager nodded.
"Then I want a box of milk balls and a glass of your best red wine you have," Iliana spoke, looking over at Drake, making sure that was okay.
"Make that two glasses," Drake said, seeing the teen nod along as he wrote down their order and the private box they were in. "Come, Iliana, we don't want to be late," he spoke in a commanding tone as he held out his hand to her.
"We certainly do not," Iliana stated with a nod. Biting her lip as her eyes ran down her son's body as he helped her to her seat. Flashing him a devious grin as she took hold of his hand and guided it beneath the hem of her dress. Biting her lower lip as the pad of Drake's fingers teased her labia, her mouth formed into an 'O' as they eased into her hot pussy as the house lights dimmed. "Yes, Drake," she whispered, feeling her sex awakening at her son's touch. Her nostrils flared as she watched how Drake sucked his fingers clean as he moved to take his seat. Thanking the boy when he delivered their treats to enjoy the show with. Ignoring how the teenager blatantly stared at her breasts before looking away when Drake shot the teen a glance as he handed him the money for their wine and her milk balls.
Iliana looked hastily around as Drake slyly rose from his seat when the second act of the play was underway. Her chest heaved; her breath grew rapid as her son knelt down in front of her. Spreading her legs, causing her dress to ride up her thighs, showing off her glistening pussy to her boy's eyes. Her body trembled at the first touch of Drake's tongue on her hot mound. Her hand flew to her mouth to keep her moans from alerting anyone of what was transpiring above them and beside them. Her other hand rested against the back of her son's head, pressing him tighter to her sex as she lost herself to that exquisite feeling he was giving her in a very public setting. She didn't know how she kept from having her moan of bliss from alerting anyone when she came on her son's tongue, yet she didn't stop her son from continuing what he was doing to her, nor would she ever. She just loved how Drake ate out her pussy. Iliana, looking disheveled, glanced over at Drake when he retook his seat, wearing that smirk of his on his lips as he used his handkerchief to dry his face that was marred with her sex. Wondering if he always did that to those he escorted to this place like the one time she and Aydin had followed him when she thought he was dealing drugs.
"Did you think I would allow you to get off scot-free after that?" Iliana whispered as she pushed her son's legs apart and sank to her knees. "Did you think I would allow my man to go without after getting me off here, with all these people about? Silly boy, you know me better than that," she chided playfully when that smirk reappeared on Drake's lips. "But I think you were counting on that, weren't you?"
"Of course, I was. Who in their right mind would ever turn down the chance to feel your lips wrapped around their cocks?" Drake spoke in a low tone as his thumb brushed along his mother's lower lip. Seeing the fire in her eyes as he did. Looking down when his mother snaked his semi-hard cock out of his pants.
"Oh, a great many men, that's for sure, but they'll never know what this feels like," watching her son's eyes flutter as she licked up the back of his cock, "will they baby?" Iliana watched as Drake tossed back his head as she engulfed his crown. Using her hand to keep the slurping to a minimum, feeling her son's hand on the back of her head as she gave the ultimate pleasure to the man she loved. Loving that blissful look on her son's face as she stroked him off, knowing that look would forever be there. "Want to know why baby? Because I'm yours now and forever, no one will ever know this experience unless you're okay with it," she said in a loving tone before going back to her meal. Working quickly to get her dessert, she knew the play was nearly over, given it was only a two-part act. While she loved the evening, Drake had planned for them, the play not so much. She was rather bored with it, actually. She assumed this was why Drake had done what he had done to distract her from the mediocre performance that was happening on stage, and she had high hopes, too, given what she had read online. After watching it, she had to assume the people who raved about it were complete idiots, and rightly too. Iliana didn't waste a second as her son's hot seed flooded her mouth where it always would belong. Making him feel how good it was against his cock as she swallowed every drop of his cum. "Baby?" Looking up at him, running her tongue along her lower lip, ensuring that she didn't waste one drop.
"Hmm?"
"How about we get out of here, and you can take me on that stroll you promised," Iliana spoke, still on her knees between his legs.
"Sure, Mom, anything you want," Drake answered in a caring tone.
"Good, now let's put this guy back in so you don't give a poor woman a heart attack," Iliana stated with a wink.
******
"Drake?" The gentle breeze rolled along the sandy beach, causing her hair to flutter behind her as Iliana walked a few steps in front of her son with her hands behind her back. Feeling the cool, damp sand beneath the soles of her bare feet, enjoying the sounds of the gentle rolling waves as they broke on the shore.
"Yeah?"
"What's your plan when you finish college?" Iliana asked, peering back at him, noticing how his eyes were savoring her form as the moonlight haloed her body.
"Well, by that time, I'll only have one year left on my contract with the agency. I thought I'd try my hand at a normal life with the woman I love. If not... well, I can always be a gigolo," Drake stated, his mother's heels bumped against his thigh, noting how speechless that made her.
"You mean it? You really mean you would give up this life... for me?"
"In a heartbeat," Drake nodded. "Mom... Iliana, the only thing I've ever wanted in this life is you. I know that sounds messed up, but ever since I saw you laying out in the backyard, the way the sun shone down on you, it was like a sign from above, if you believe in that, that you were the woman that held me enthralled. Whenever you were sad, I did everything I could to make you smile. When you were angry, I tried to be there to calm you down. All I ever wanted to do was to take care of you, still do," he said, seeing how his mother's lip trembled and how her tears that reamed her eyes glistened in the moonlight.
"Oh, baby!" Iliana ran to her son, throwing her arms around his neck, madly kissing her son as he held her close. "That's all I want too," she sighed low. "All I want is to hold you, to love you, to be by your side. If what you feel sounds fucked up, then mine does too. But it doesn't matter what anyone thinks; this is about us, not them. However, hold off on quitting outright," seeing the puzzled look on her son's face, "hear me out before you say anything. While I would love, I mean love, for you to stop being a gigolo and be mine wholly. Yet if we're going to have a baby, we're going to need the income, maybe like say four nights a week instead of this seven days a week you've been putting in for so long. Plus, we don't know if you'll be able to make it as an architect here, and I know that's what you want to do, but a baby is really expensive, and I want our baby to have everything we can give him or her. So I don't mind if you have to continue being a gigolo, albeit in a part-time fashion. After all, their daddy needs to be around," Iliana said in a sly tone with an impish grin on her lips.
"You sure? I'll give this all up if you just tell me."
"I know, and I really want you to. Trust me, I do. But with me out of work on maternity leave, hormonal, and everything in-between, we're going to have to rely on you and your work to support us until I can go back to work. Even if you stopped being a gigolo, money would be tight, and our emotions frayed, our bodies drained until our baby finally sleeps through the night. It puts a strain on a relationship, and I don't want that for us. I don't want anything to come between our love for one another. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and raise as many babies as I can with you if you want that."
"Okay, Mom, as long as you're sure about this, I won't move forward until you're okay with it," Drake said in a loving tone.
"Maybe when our baby is older, then we'll revisit this or when we're well off enough to live comfortably on the interest of your bank account like I don't know," Iliana said with a coy smirk on her lips. "I know we'll make great parents; I just know it!"
"Well, you're already an awesome Mom."
"You're only saying that because I let you fuck me," Iliana teased.
"No, you already were long before that. The sex with you is just one fucking awesome bonus."
"Stop," Iliana whispered, lightly smacking her son's chest. "Drake?"
"Hmm?"
"Take me home and make love to your woman like you've always dreamed," Iliana cooed, knowing that would make a perfect end to this wonderful evening they had shared with one another.
Chapter Twelve
Idin, Becky, and Regan were playing out in the front yard as the lunchtime hour drew near on that cloudy Saturday morning. Idin has ignored every attempt Mario has made to talk. She gave him his warning over two weeks ago of what would happen if she found out he was cheating on her, so she didn't have much else to say to the man. She had given up everything for that man. Her family. Her sister. Her career. All on the false assumptions that the man loved her, yet his actions have shown he only loves one person, himself. Cheering for her daughter as she got the ring onto the post of the little game they were playing to boost her daughter's self-esteem. Smiling up at Regan as she held her aloft above her. Idin and Becky both turned their heads when they heard a car slowing down. Grinning to herself, knowing her plan of cuckolding Mario was one step closer. Then her mood soured as she heard the front door opening.
"Idin, I have to head in," Mario said tentatively.
"Really, and who is it this time?"
"I don't know what..."
"I know what you did Tuesday? I saw it!" Her glare burnt into his hide, telling him it wasn't a lie. "Make sure you wash that woman off of you before you come home, or don't bother, stay away for all I care. I warned you what would happen if I caught you. I gave up everything for you, and you couldn't keep that thing in your pants!"
"Really? Dad?" Idin's head turned at the sound of Drake's voice. "Wasn't it bad enough you nearly destroyed Mom and ruined Jake's marriage? How many other marriages are you going to leave in your wake?"
"I will not be lectured by you, Drake!" Mario hissed, knowing he was caught with his pants down. "You haven't even gotten out of college yet; you don't know how the world works."
"No, I know perfectly well how the world works, Dad," Drake said sarcastically. "Men like you think they can do whatever they want, ignoring the bodies they leave behind when they get bored with them. I should know you did the same thing to me for three damn years. It's only now that you think I have value all so you can fuck over my mother. Something I will never allow to happen. Who do you think picks up the pieces of the lives your kind of people leave behind? The ones you leave behind thinking we are nothing to you if we can't bring something to your so-called incredible lives. In truth, people like you are just sad, insignificant assholes who would be better off just not even marrying or alive if all possible. The world would be better off if people like you didn't exist, but you do, and people like me have to listen to help build back what your kind willfully destroys for your own self-gratification."
"What do you know, you're probably a virgin with that self-righteous attitude," Mario sneered, waving off his son's remark. Looking over oddly at Becky as she snorted and not enjoying that cocky smirk on his son's lips.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that, old man. You use your power to get what you want; only weak men have to resort to such a tactic. I, on the other hand, only have to whisper a few sweet nothings into a woman's ear, and she'll be all the more eager to open her legs to me."
"Yeah, I'll believe that when the sun dies out," Mario chuckled dismissively.
"And pray tell, Drake, just how do you do such a thing?" Idin asked, bringing Regan down, resting her against her chest as she peered over at him.
"Because I'm Dante Cole, I'm sure you've heard that name whispered around these parts a lot," Drake said, letting the cat out of the bag. Seeing Idin's jaw dropping as he leaned back against his car, crossing his arms across his chest, the late morning sun warming his skin as the top three buttons of his button-down shirt were undone.
"Y-y-your Dante?!" Idin stammered; her eyes darted down to his crotch, then back up to his face. She knew that cock looked familiar!
"The one and only."
"Bullshit!" Mario spat.
"Believe what you want, old man, don't you have some mistress to screw?" Drake asked with a pointed look. "You know if you're going to cheat, pick up some new skills. Otherwise, it's rather pathetic."
"Then get off my property?!"
"I would, but then she'd have a fit," pointing to Regan, "then again, the needs of your children were never a high priority with you, were we?" Drake asked in a questioning tone.
"You're just like your mother. You're not worthy of this kind of life," Mario spat, putting his son down.
"This life?" Waving to his surroundings, "Oh, I could live this life if I wanted to. I think my bank account outweighs yours by a long shot. And I do live this kind of life. I just don't need to live here to live it. Ask any woman here, and they will tell you how often they see me at some high functioning event. When's the last time you've been seen hobnobbing with the Mayor of this city? I can tell you since I get invited to the place quite often, never."
"Now you're just making shit up, the Mayor?!" Mario bellowed out in laughter. Growing unnerved by that smug smirk on his son's face.
"Laugh all you want, old man. I don't need your praise, I haven't needed it since I was twelve, but then again, all you really cared about is how we, your children, I mean, could make you look good. If not, you brushed us off to the side. The only person you ever cared about is your own selfish self. When's the last time you talked to your parents... oh right, they want nothing to do with you with how you destroyed your marriage. They're fine, by the way. Grandma has a new hip if you wanted to know. Who do you think paid for it? Surely it wasn't you. You didn't even bother to inform your own parents you were back in the States. Don't worry, though. Your brother and sister are taking care of them for me since they live in Wisconsin. I just simply ensured that they didn't have a hospital bill to worry about since I couldn't be there to take care of her like a good grandson does. The nurse I hired has been a great help to Grandpa," Drake said, putting his father in his place.
"Bah, I don't need to listen to this," Mario waved his son off, marching towards his car to get his needs fulfilled.
"Oh, if you think of running like the coward you are, be sure your bank account can handle the divorce," Idin warned, grinning wickedly at her husband as she noted how his eyes showed how his house of cards was crumbling all around him. "And trust me, two can play at that game. If you think you can cheat on me and get away with it, think again. I just might call up Franklin and Aydin because we both know the real reason you abandoned your sons. It wasn't because of who they were with, was it? So be a good little cuck, and when you get back, you'll know I've been thoroughly and enjoyably fucked," Idin said, mouthing the last word so as not to curse in front of her daughter. "Drake, you say you only need to whisper, come whisper some nothings into my ear," she said, throwing down her gauntlet. Noting the odd look on Drake's face, "Come on, prove your father wrong, unless you're a liar like your father is." Bouncing Regan against her as she turned towards Mario, her eyes shot daggers at her husband, keeping her sneer from her face. "Well, Drake, come along. I don't have all day. Show your father what a man really is."
Idin's eyes grew wide. Her nostrils flared as Drake's sensuous words danced along her grey matter. She had purposely faced Mario so he could see the effect his son's words would have on her body. She just didn't think he truly had the skills to arouse her so... quickly.
"Really? Two minutes?" Idin asked skeptically as she glanced out the corner of her eye at him.
"Oh, yes, call Marsha, Trish, or Brie if you don't believe me. You will be amazed how good they look writhing on my tongue," Drake gloated.
"Please, like you..." Mario's voice stilled as he watched his son pulling out his phone.
"Drake?!" Marsha's voice squealed in delight once the line connected.
"Hey, Marsha, I need a favor."
"Oh? For you, anything?!" Mario fumed as his face grew redder by the second by that taunting smirk on his son's face.
"Please inform my cheating, no-good, faithless father of just what I can do, without going into too many crude words, there is a child present."
"You sure, Drake? I don't want to out you."
"Don't worry, they know who I am now, I told them."
"Oh? Well, then, Mario, from what Idin has told me, you could learn a lot from your son. Especially in the bedroom, since you'd rather not go down on your own wife yet demand that she does it for you. Idin, are you going to try?"
"Is that two-minute thing a real thing or just hype?" Idin asked curiously into Drake's phone.
"Oh, yes, I've never got off so fast in my life! Drake's like the ninth wonder of the world, or his tongue is!" Marsha giggled. "Drake, I have to run, but we're still on for Monday night, aren't we?"
"Of course, like I'd ever stand you up," Drake spoke in a charming tone.
"Well, Drake, if you need any more reassurances, I'll gladly do it in person."
"I'll keep that in mind. See you Monday."
"I can't wait! I'm already wet just hearing your voice!"
"Oh, I know, you little minx," Drake said sinfully. "So, now that I've proven I'm not a liar like you, got anything else to say?"
"That's right, storm off. That's all you're really good at!" Idin taunted as Mario flung open his car door before speeding away. Noting how Drake looked down as she took hold of his hand. "Come, let's have lunch, then you can show me this side of you that has my friends all up in arms just to spend a night with you," she said, smiling over her shoulder as she led him into her house, unaware she had played into Drake's and Iliana's hand. "Here, hold her for a while. I'll get lunch ready," Idin said, smiling at her stepson as Regan held out her arms to him. "Now save some for me, Becky." Winking at her daughter as Becky closed the door and locked it.
"Hi!" Regan giggled as she was held in Drake's arms. Placing a rather wet kiss on Drake's left cheek.
"Hello."
"Drake." Becky's sensuous tone caused Drake to turn his head only to have Becky's lips taking command of his. "Keep her distracted for a minute," she whispered as she sank down, her brother's body. Lowering his zipper, listening to Drake talking to Regan who wasn't paying any attention to her. No. Her focus was on Drake as she snaked his cock out of his pants. Her head bobbed as she worked to get him off with her mouth. She's been dying for this for two weeks now. Showing off his cock to her mother when Idin peeked out from the kitchen, seeing the hunger on her mother's face at the sight of it before it filled her mouth once again.
"Did you get me a present?!" Regan asked in that stern tone only a two-year-old could achieve, unaware of what just happened below her.
"As a matter-of-fact, I did," Drake answered, feeling Becky stuffing his cock back into his pants.
"Where is it?" Regan uttered with a wide smile.
"It's out in the car..." His eyes cut towards Becky as she stuffed her hand into his right pocket, pulling out his car keys after copping a feel.
"I'll fetch it. You just keep Regan all nice and happy," Becky stated with a sinful grin on her lips as her tongue licked the corner of her mouth, gathering up the seed that she failed to swallow. "After lunch, I do hope you're up for a workout," she said from over her shoulder as she walked out the door.
Idin smiled as her daughter ran happily into the kitchen with Drake hot on her heels. The searing of the burgers played on the air as she prepared lunch for the four of them. Placing Regan in the portable play pen, she had moved into the kitchen to keep an eye on her while she cooked. Her body fell forward, her hands landed on the lip of the counter as she felt Drake's hand between her legs. Her breath shuddered as she felt the pad of his finger lightly rubbing along her covered mound. Pushing back against his hand, her eyes fluttering as that taunting finger rolled her clit through her jeans.
"Drake?!" Idin said breathlessly, feeling the heat of her cunt building as her canal quivered as it neared the peak of her orgasm.
"You want this, don't you?" Drake asked in a sinful tone. Reaching forward, taking her left hand off the counter and laid it on his manhood. "I know you saw it; I know you know how big it is. Tell me you don't want this deep inside of you." Smirking when Idin's hand gently kneaded his manhood
"Y-yes?!" Idin answered with a shaky voice. Biting her lip, squealing as she felt her hot juices striking the seat of her pants as she came hard on Drake's fingers.
"If I do this, you stay the hell away from my mother, you understand?" Drake whispered into her ear.
"I... can't... I need her help."
"Huh?"
"I want to really make that man into a cuck and make him watch!" Idin hissed, enjoying how Drake eased her down from her climax.
"Oh?"
"Mmmhmm."
Sucking in a breath when Drake groped her left breast, "And what if I don't wish to subject my mother to you and that ass?"
"Please, Drake, I know I hurt you, your mother, your brothers, everyone I cared about. I thought he loved me, I gave up everything for that man, and this is how he treats me?!" Idin spoke with tears in her eyes.
"Uncle Jake loved you, too."
"I know. I'm such a fool for falling for his bullshit."
"I'll have to speak with Mom about this," Drake said, he had no sympathy for what she was going through at that moment. She should have known that his father wouldn't simply stop cheating just because he had her.
"Please, Drake, I'll do anything, anything you want to help me get back at your father for doing this to us. I know I am just as guilty as he is for what happened, but..." looking over at Regan as she played happily in her playpen, "he can't get away with doing this to Regan." Feeling him backing away from her as they heard the front door opening. Feeling her wetness soaking into her jeans as Becky walked into the kitchen holding two bags. Bags that she knew meant one thing. He would be staying for a while, and he had to work that evening.
"I didn't know which one they were in, so I brought both in. I'll just go put this one in your bedroom. Don't go giving it to her yet. I want to be here when you do," Becky said, still tasting Drake's cum on her tongue as she handed him the duffle bag in her right hand. Noting how gently Drake laid the bag down onto the island as she walked out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom.
"So you'll do anything, huh?" Drake spoke, moving his body to where Regan wouldn't be able to see what was about to happen.
"Yes, Drake, anything," Idin nodded as she flipped the burgers, turning her head as she heard his zipper lowering. Her eyes shot up to his face as Drake pulled out his cock.
"I think you know what to do, don't you?" Drake stated, noting how Idin looked back at Regan then to him, seeing how he wasn't in Regan's line of sight.
"Just don't cum in my hair. I hate that," Idin said, sinking down to her knees in front of him. Swallowing hard as she watched her stepson's cock twitch before her eyes as it filled with blood. "Not even fully erect, and he's bigger than Mario is," she said to herself as her hand reached up and wrapped around Drake's shaft. Her eyes peered up at him as her lips glided along his pole. Feeling how sore her jaw was becoming, trying to take all of him into her mouth. Knowing the moment they fucked, she would be stretched out like a worn-out sock! She noted how his eyes flicked over to somewhere behind her, knowing Becky must have entered the room, given how she heard her voice keeping her sister entertained while she was on her knees sucking Drake's cock in their kitchen. Lifting up her shirt and moving her bra over the tops of her breasts like Drake had ordered her to, wondering how Mario was going to take the news that he had been once again cuckolded by one of his sons.
"That's it, drink it all down," Drake said in a commanding tone as he peered down at his Aunt. Watching how her cheeks bulged out before she drank down his cum. Smirking when Idin wasn't done when she bobbed and sucked some more to get the last drop out of his balls, seeing how she pulled her bra down over her breasts and then her shirt before getting to her feet.
"Drake, what's this?" Idin asked as he set a bottle of the wine he had shipped home onto her island.
"A bottle of the best Tuscan wine there is." Noting how Becky perked up at that news from her position as she leaned over the railing of Regan's playpen.
"Then we just have to open it!" Idin stated excitedly as she threw open the drawer that held her corkscrew as the cheese melted on their burgers. Noticing how Drake pulled a medium-sized stuffed animal out of his bag and a small rectangle velvet box. Looking curiously at him as she cut through the wax seal as she waited for their fries to finish cooking in the oven. Noting how he hid what looked like a koala bear behind his back as he approached Regan's playpen. Seeing how her daughter rose to her feet as Drake neared.
"Have you been good?" Drake asked, peering down at his half-sister.
"Mmmhmm," Regan hummed with a nod of her head. Wiggling her hips excitedly, wondering what he hid behind his back as her tiny hands rested on the cushioned railing of her pen.
"Are you sure?"
"I've been good!" Regan stated, growing impatient the longer Drake teased her.
"I don't know..."
"Drake, don't tease Regan. It isn't nice," Becky stated, with her sister nodding along.
"If you talk like that, then I guess you don't get a present either," Drake joked, seeing Becky's eyes widen.
"Y-you got me something, too?!" Becky stammered, she had only hoped that Drake would pick something up for Regan, seeing how their father didn't get anything for Regan unless it was her birthday or Christmas. Their mother was the one who bought the toys Regan was currently playing with. Feeling her heart flutter at that sinful smirk on his lips telling her that he had.
"Although, I wonder who's going to take care of this little guy for me," Drake spoke, bringing the stuffed animal out from behind his back. Wincing at Regan's high-pitched squeal at the sight of it as she jumped up and down in her playpen. "Can I trust you to look after him for me?" he asked, seeing her head bobbing rapidly as her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from it. Smiling warmly down at her as Regan hugged her new friend tightly to her. Nodding when she thanked him as he rose to his full height.
"Drake, what's this?" Becky inquired with a shaky voice as he held out the velvet box to her. Feeling her heart in her throat as she reached out for it.
"Think of it as a belated birthday gift." Smirking at the sucking motion Becky did as she opened the box. Noting how her eyes bugged out at the emerald-strewn silver bracelet that stared up at her.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Becky said, dancing in place. It was the first piece of jewelry that anyone, other than Jake or her mother, had bought for her. The rest she had gotten herself with the allowance she was awarded.
"What is it, honey?" Idin asked, smiling at how her two children were so happy at that moment. Arching an eyebrow as Becky rushed to her side. "Drake, that's too much?!" Her eyes cut towards him once she had laid eyes on the gift that he had gotten her daughter.
"To whom?" Drake asked, like dropping twelve hundred dollars wasn't a big deal to him. Which, in truth, it wasn't, not with how well he had managed his money so far. His body rocked when Becky threw herself into his arms and planted a rather steamy kiss on his lips.
"Thank you so much. I love it!" Becky said as she pulled away. "I'll make sure to show you just how much later," she whispered in a lustful tone as she ran her hands down his chest, eager to get that hard body of his beneath her once again.
"Here, Drake, you should enjoy it. After all, you did buy it," Idin stated, holding out his wine glass to him once she had helped clasp Becky's new bracelet to her left wrist. Peering over the rim of her glass, wondering just what was in store for her once they got down to the sex. If what her friends had told her was true, she knew she was in for the time of her life.
"Mom, can I try it?" Becky asked as she was standing between them at the end of the island as only a few minutes remained till their fries were done.
"Becky, I think you're a little too..."
"What?" Holding out his glass to her, "She's old enough to gush like ol' Faithful. She can have a sip of wine," Drake spoke, seeing Becky's face heat to a nice red hue.
"Alright, but only a sip," Idin said in a motherly tone. Noticing how Becky had purposely drank from where Drake's lips had once been. Rubbing Becky's back as she coughed when the alcohol burned her throat.
"Does it always burn like that?" Becky asked in a hoarse tone.
"It's wine, dear, of course, it does," Idin stated in that motherly tone of hers. "Drake, why don't you get Regan seated in her high chair; you are the man of this house now. I do hope you're up for what that entails."
"The question you should ask yourself is, are you?" Drake countered as he set his glass down after taking another sip. Feeling their eyes on him as he bent over as Regan held out her arms to him before lifting her out of the pen. Smiling at her as Regan went on and on about how all her friends loved their new friend and that she did as well as she clung onto him as they walked into the dining room.
"Slow down, Mom," Becky whispered as she watched Idin downing her second glass in five seconds.
"I need to prepare myself, and I want to give him the best fucking I can," Idin stated, nodding towards the cabinet, telling her she would allow Becky this one time to have wine with their lunch. "Don't tell your father about this," she stated, seeing Becky nodding as she filled her glass halfway. "Now, take your and Drake's glasses into the dining room while I fix our plates."
******
"Drake?" The stereo softly kicked on as Idin raised the volume to an acceptable level that would mask her moans once they got to that point after she and Becky had cleaned up after their lunch while Drake entertained Regan with her new friend. "Brie tells me you know how to dance," Idin stated, glancing out of the corner of her eye as Becky led Regan up the stairs to her room so she could show off her new stuffed animal to her other toys. As well as to keep her from knowing what was about to happen between her and Drake.
"I can," Drake answered with a cocky smirk.
"Show me," Idin ordered, a little yelp escaped her lips as Drake pulled her into him. Feeling the wine heating her body as Drake held her tight against his body as he ground his bulge against her mons Venus. Her skin heated at how soft, how alluring his touch was as his fingers danced lightly along her back. Getting into the groove, her canal clenched, knowing that huge thing of his would soon be lodged deep inside of her. Ignoring how wrong this was as her body quickly grew aroused as she traced every muscle of his chest. Leaning her back against his chest once Drake had spun her around. Rubbing her ass against his hard cock, wondering how many times in a day he could get it up. Biting her lip, feeling his hands slipping beneath her shirt, to how he pushed her bra up before his hands took command of her 38C breasts. Trying to remember when the last time Mario fondled her that wasn't outside of the bedroom like Drake was doing at that moment. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as the palm of his right hand moved along her stomach, biting her lip as it slipped inside of her jeans and underwear. Her voice stammered from the light teasing he was doing as the pad of two of his fingers ran along her dew-laden labia. Reaching up, wrapping her arm around Drake's neck while her heart hammered in her chest as his lips plucked lightly down the left side of her neck.
Whimpering as he sank a finger into her hot pussy, her eyes rolled in her head when Drake teased her clit, feeling how it was throbbing like mad, yearning to feel his lips wrapped around it. Without thinking, lifting her shirt off from her shoulders and dropping it to the floor, her bra soon joined it. The snap of her jeans was overshadowed by the music as she took the next step in cuckolding Mario. Slipping out of her shoes, feeling his wet fingers leaving a trail of her sex along her trimmed bush as she felt that hard body of his backing away. Peering behind her, her nipples hardened into sharp peaks as she watched how his shirt moved along those taut muscles of his as he pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the chair that sat beside the couch in her living room. Fumbling with her own pants as her eyes couldn't look away from that hard root as it protruded out before Drake when his pants and underwear hit the floor telling her this was really about to happen.
"Please, Drake," laying on the couch, spreading her legs showing how eager her cunt was for his tongue and cock, "please taste me, something your father rarely does," Idin pleaded. Feeling her juices running down her ass crack as she held her labia apart. Her back arched off the back of the couch. Her right hand reached up over her head and gripped the armrest while her other clamped around her mouth. Squeezing her thighs together as she came hard on his tongue. Her mind was in a state of bliss as Drake failed to stop. Her stomach rolled as her next orgasm was starting to build. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes, right there?!" Idin's muffled scream could be heard from behind her hand. Her eyes darted down then up to him as Drake laid his hard cock on her mons Venus showing her just what was about to happen. Nodding her head that she was ready.
Idin's jaw inched lower, her breath was stolen as Drake's girth continued to spread her pussy wider and wider than ever before. Her hands gripped the back and seat cushion of the couch as she mouthed: 'Fuck me!' For the past ten minutes Idin struggled to keep her moans from filling her house as Drake took her over the edge and back. Now she knew why her friends were so dreamy-eyed whenever they spoke about him. She knew her cream was plastered onto his cock. How could it not be? It was the biggest cock she's ever had before, and it was fucking sublime, at least Idin thought it was. Burying her face into the small square pillow that normally rests in the corner of the couch, screaming holy murder into it as Drake pounded her from behind. Hearing how sloppy wet she was as his cock was coated in her nectar with every thrust of his hips.
Her breasts bounced as she impaled herself on her stepson's cock as she rode him hard on the couch so Drake could rest. Feeling and hearing her ass cheeks clapping as they slapped against his thighs. Smiling wickedly in her mind at how thick the scent of her sex hung in the air of her home. Knowing the moment Mario returned, he would be met with it, how she couldn't wait to see the look on his face as he did. Madly kissing Drake, feeling his cock ready to erupt, wondering how Iliana would take the news that her son had creampied her. After all, now that she's experienced what Drake had swinging between his legs, she wasn't about to go without. Slamming hard down to the base of his root, feeling his cum flooding her thirty-eight-year-old pussy, wondering if she was going to get pregnant once again. A devious smile formed her lips at the thought of Mario raising his own son's child. Sucking Drake's cock clean, knowing Becky would be getting her turn within a few minutes.
"Thank you, Drake, that was more than I ever thought it would be," Idin said in a dreamy voice as she peered up at Drake from her kneeling position. "Anytime you want me, all you have to do is command me. I'm yours now."
"And Dad?"
"The fool will never again touch my body. It's only for you and this fat cock of yours," Idin stated as her hand ran along his deflating wet cock.
"And how do you plan on keeping him from fleeing like he did three years ago?"
"Oh, you just let me worry about that; he can't get far on only two hundred a week," Idin said with a wicked grin on her lips. "Plus, if he wants to keep that fancy VP job he so had to have, he won't be leaving ever. He'll probably think that if he lets me have this, we'll go back to the way things were."
"And will it?"
"Hell no! His days of cheating are over, as well as any hopes of ever getting that little dick of his off. I'll see to that. After I've had this in me, there's no way Mario will ever be able to get me off again, nor do I want him to," Idin said, smiling up at Drake, feeling his cum dripping down onto the floor. "Now you go on and rest in Becky's room; I'll send her right down. Just don't hurt her with this big thing of yours," she stated with a taunting smirk as she rose on unsteady legs. Showing off her ass to him as she picked up her clothes, leaving her panties laying on the couch for Mario to see when he came home. To show him that she was no longer his loving wife, on paper, yes, in bed, she belonged to Drake.
******
Drake reached over in his half-asleep state, his hand falling on his phone as the alarm went off, awakening him from his nap. His mind cleared as he realized he wasn't in his room nor his own house. Glancing over when he felt a firm pair of breasts pressing against him. Feeling Becky's naked body against his as she had a sweet smile on her face.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself when I saw you sleeping so soundly," Becky said sweetly, dragging her breasts along his chest as she placed a passionate kiss on his lips. "I'll get out of your hair so you can get ready for work. Thank you for being with me. I've missed feeling you inside of me. Please, don't let it be so long before you fuck my brains out again," she whispered, placing a kiss over his heart before slipping out of his bed. Allowing him to watch as she walked naked out of his room and to her own. She wouldn't have done either if her father was home. The only one deserving of seeing her tight, naked, eighteen-year-old body was Drake.
Drake's head pulled back from the hot stream of water when he heard shouting as he was in the midst of showering. Knowing his father had just come home. Smirking to himself as he washed his face, knowing his father had just learned that he was once again bested by one of the sons he had abandoned.
"You miserable ingrate!" Mario roared as he stomped towards his son as Drake emerged from his room fully clothed in one of his best Italian suits.
"Did you really think after three years and the shit you pulled on my mother that we'd be one big happy family?" Drake snickered. "No, old man, I only came here to destroy you, like you tried and failed to do with my mother." Noting the rage in his father's eyes as his words sank into his grey matter. Looking down when his father took hold of the left lapel of his suit jacket, "I would let go before you hurt yourself, old man," he warned. "We wouldn't want Regan to see who you truly are, now would we?" Yet that didn't stop his father from rearing back his left hand to launch his punch at his son. Only to watch his father stumble backwards down the hall holding his nose in his hands as his blood dripped down onto the floor. Hearing his father's breath vacating his lungs rapidly as his knee found its home in his father's gut. "How does it feel knowing you've once again been made into a cuck by your own son?" Drake whispered, seeing the wicked grin on Idin's face as she watched on as he dominated his father. "How does it feel knowing your woman loved the orgasms I gave her?" Hearing the pain in his father's voice as his punch landed squarely on his father's left kidney. "How does it feel knowing she loved the feel of my cock fucking the shit out of her? How does it feel knowing your daughter can't get enough of it? How does it feel knowing you are no longer the man of this house? This is my house now, and your woman is mine, aren't you?" he asked, peering at Idin when he had his father on his knees, holding Mario by tufts of his hair.
"Yes, Drake, I'm your woman, I'm your slut, anytime you want to fuck me, all you have to do is say so," Idin nodded, "and you, you lying, cheating toad. I hate to admit it, but Iliana was right; you'll always be a lying, cheating toad. And don't you ever think you can run from me. Drake knows a lot of people; it won't take much to find you. If you run, I wonder how long it will be until you're a missing person." Grinning madly at the shocked eyes of her husband. "So here's how it's going to be from now on. You'll continue to go to your job, ensuring that your children and I are well taken care of, and I may, I say may," holding up a finger, "let you see me naked once or twice a year because I'm never going to let you fuck me again! Even if I did allow that, I doubt I'd ever feel you after being so stretched out by your son."
"Becky?! What are you doing?!" Mario spoke, watching his daughter handing his wife a black plastic bag.
"Helping my mother deal with a cheater," Becky spat. "I should have seen it. You'll never change. Maybe with this, you will."
"Can you hold him still for a moment?" Idin asked, looking over at Drake, who nodded. Her nails cut through the flimsy cardboard holding the device that would ensure her husband could never again use that dick of his other than to piss out of. Smiling evilly at her husband as his eyes took note of the cock cage in his wife's hand, Noting the rows of spikes that lined the inside of the device. His face went pale as Idin told him what would happen to his little cock if he tried to fiddle with the lock as the blades that were embedded in the base of it sprung out when Idin tugged on the lock. "You should have never crossed me, Mario. You will never again use this thing you call a dick in anyone, namely me, ever again." Handing Becky the device she had gone out and picked up while Drake was enjoying his nap. The sound of Mario's belt slapping as Idin roughly pulled it out of the loops of his pants. Roughly shoving his pants and underwear down as Mario tried to struggle free from his son's grip, only to whine in pain as Drake placed his knee against his spine while holding his arms out and back, feeling the strain on his shoulders. Hissing at the coldness of the metal as Idin fitted him with the device, moaning out in pain when Idin squeezed his balls hard before they, too, were caged in the solid metal lattice. Feeling the spikes poking at his soft member as Idin tightened the device down before locking him forever in place. "Here, as the new man of this house, you should have this key," Idin said, holding it out to Drake as he released his grip on his father.
"And what am I supposed to do with this?" Drake asked curiously.
"Give it to my sister, tell her it's something I hope will repair the damage I caused her. Tell her she can do whatever she wants with it since Mario's fate, at least his balls, are in her hands," Idin said, seeing her husband's body stilling, knowing Iliana would never let him go free. Stepping up to him, leaning in, making Mario watch as she passionately kissed Drake. "You have a good night at work. You just let me worry about this putz on the floor. Do tell Regan goodbye before you leave. You know she looks up to her big brother," she uttered in a shy tone as she backed away.
"I'll get her, Drake. I already put your bags in your car for you," Becky said in a loving, sisterly tone, brushing her hair behind her ear. The light flashed along her bracelet as she did, knowing she was his slut now too.
"Hey, gremlin," Drake teased when Becky carried Regan into the living room. Seeing how she puffed out her cheeks at the nickname he had given her before giggling as he tickled her side.
"You leaving?" Regan asked in a sad voice.
"Afraid so," Drake nodded.
"You coming back to see me soon, right?" Regan inquired with curious eyes.
"I was thinking, I have Tuesday off. How about I take you to the zoo? Would you like that?" Drake asked, watching Regan's eyes widen, how her smile stretched ear to ear, her head nodding vehemently that she would really like that. "Then it's a date," he said, leaning in, placing a kiss on his little sister's right cheek, feeling how her arms slipped around his neck as she hugged him goodbye. Drake didn't escape the exchange without a full-on kiss from Becky, making her father watch how she savored the feel of Drake's lips on hers.
"I'll make sure she's ready on Tuesday," Idin said, laying her arm along Drake's shoulder as she escorted him towards the door. "I thank you, Drake, she's been wanting to go, but your father is a dingus that's never saw to her needs. We'll take my car since yours isn't big enough, alright?"
"Sure," Drake nodded. "Make sure my house is clean when I return," he ordered in a dismissive tone as he stared at his broken father. "That's all you're good for now. You best make that money like the good little cuck you are, for my sisters' sake. Don't make me have to repeat this day. You will not come out on top," Drake threatened before walking out the door.
******
Later that night, in Drake's living room...
"What's this?" Iliana asked, holding a small brass key in the palm of her hand where Drake had laid it after he had gotten home from work. Feeling her twins pressing in on either side of her as they too stared at it in confusion, who had stayed up with her to wait for Drake to get home before she and Drake retired to their bedroom.
"The key to Dad's cock cage," Drake said matter-of-factly.
"His what... huh?!" Iliana's mind just couldn't comprehend what her son had just told her.
"Well, you know how you wanted me to make her my slut?"
"Of course," Iliana nodded. "Don't tell me... you broke the bitch?!"
"Little bit," Drake answered, seeing the smile on his mother's lips widening. "So Dad thought to fight me after I made him a cuck once again."
"Really? Dad?" Franklin asked in disbelief.
"He tried, but well, it didn't go his way. So I had to beat it into him that I wasn't there to be his son, only to destroy the man that hurt my mother so much," Drake stated, seeing his mother's cheeks heating and how moisture filled her eyes as she gazed at him.
"Oh, baby," Iliana sighed, feeling Franklin and Aydin rubbing her back.
"So I held him as Aunt Idin put his cage on him. Get this, if he tries to fiddle with the lock there are blades in its base that will cut it off," Drake spoke, grinning madly at how his mother burst out laughing.
"Really?!" Iliana asked between breaths.
"Really, saw it myself," Drake nodded.
"But why did she give you this?"
"She said she hopes, with this, it will help to at least repair some of the damage she caused to you. Also saying that you now hold Dad's fate, well the fate of his balls, in your hands."
"Aydin, go get me the hammer," Iliana commanded, knowing exactly what she was going to do. Never again was her ex-husband ever going to be released from that device. "Come on, you two, no time like the present," she said in an evil tone as she rose from her seat. "Drake, get out your phone and video call that slut of yours," Iliana spoke as she snuggled up to her man as they waited on Aydin to come up from their half-basement where their water heater, along with their washer and dryer, was stored.
"Drake?! It's late. Why are you calling me?" Idin asked in a groggy tone.
"Wake the cuck up. Mom wants him to see something," Drake commanded.
"Okay, hold on," Idin yawned. Seeing his mother smile cruelly as she watched Idin slapping Mario awake. "Wake up, cuck, the man of this house wants you to see something. Go ahead, Drake."
"Hello, you slimy toad, I hear you're finally getting what's coming to you," Iliana spat. "How did it feel knowing Drake has made your wife into his slut now?"
"I loved it! My pussy has never felt so full in my life before!" Idin gushed.
"How does it feel knowing you will never, ever get out of that thing without that little dick of yours being cut off in the process?" Iliana asked, seeing Mario scowling yet said nothing, grinning evilly into the camera as she turned to Aydin. "Aydin, baby, you're big and strong. Could you do your mother a little favor?'
"Sure, Mom, anything you want," Aydin nodded.
"Then I want you to pound this key into nothing but a flat piece of metal, so your father can never escape his prison,"
"Iliana, please..."
"Shut up, you piece of human trash!" Iliana snapped. Laughing wickedly as Mario's wail came over the line as Aydin hammered the key into oblivion. "Now go back to bed like the little cuck you are, knowing not once but twice now your sons have usurped you in and out of the bedroom. And trust me, Mario, you were never that good of a fuck like my boys are. I hope you enjoy your eternal punishment," she stated, grinning madly at the phone as she waved goodbye to his prospects of ever getting laid again. Listening to Mario's breakdown as her sister left the room she had forced him into. "Idin, tomorrow night, we're going to put those whoring holes of yours to use."
"What now?" Idin muttered, confused.
"A slut like you has no say in the matter; just be glad I'm talking to you," Iliana stated, narrowing her eyes at her sister. "I plan on truly and completely breaking that man."
"Alright, but what about Regan? I don't want her here during it."
"Then have Becky take her somewhere for an hour or two while we show your worthless husband how much of a slut you are."
"Yes, Iliana, I'll be ready."
"Good, now I need to get my man to bed. Unlike yours, he's a better man," Iliana said, reaching forward and ending the call. "Boys," looking at her twins, "would you do me one teeny-tiny favor?"
"Sure, Mom, you know we'll do anything you need... within reason," Franklin said, sharing a nod with his brother.
"Have the two of you fucked Emma lately?"
"No, she's been busy," Aydin said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Good, because I want the two of you to fuck the shit out of that slut in front of your deadbeat cuck of a father. Can you do that for me?" Iliana asked, looking at the both of them.
"You sure?"
"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded. "It's not enough that he knows Drake fucked the bitch. He needs to see those he's tossed away taking everything from him once again," she stated firmly.
"You sure she's going to be able to feel us? I mean, Drake did just fuck her?!" Aydin spoke, not liking the chuckle that got out of his little brother.
"Then you don't have to worry about loosening her up with those big cocks of yours," Iliana cooed, caressing her twins' faces. "I know the moment that bitch has the both of you in her, she's going to be nothing but a cum slut for the two of you. You don't mind letting the boys use your slut while you're at school, do you?"
"No, but you stay away from Becky," Drake said sternly.
"I... yes, Drake," Franklin quipped, seeing the look in his brother's eyes, remembering the fight that left him with a sore jaw and busted pride.
"But you make sure that cuck is there watching every time. He needs to pay for hurting this family," Drake stated, squeezing his mother into him before leading her towards the stairs with a happy smile on her face.
"Damn, you ever hear Drake talk like that?" Franklin's voice drifted out of the kitchen as Drake, and his mother started their ascent.
"No one fucks with my woman and gets away with it, ain't that right, Mom?" Drake spoke, looking down at her.
"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as she squeezed her son tighter to her. "Now come on, you have a big night tomorrow. You have to look your best for the Mayor," she said with a sneaky smile.
******
"They live here?!" Iliana grumbled as Drake pulled the Audi to a stop at the gatehouse for the community.
"Yeah," Drake answered, looking down at his watch, knowing Sandy would be there in forty-five minutes to pick him up, enough time for him to start the humiliation of his father.
"Fucking egotistical prick," Iliana huffed as she crossed her arms. Noting how Drake handed his ID over to the man while slyly eyeing her and her attire.
"Drake, how often do you come here?" Franklin asked, noticing how his brother and the guard were on a first name basis.
"Quite a lot," Drake replied, waving to the man as he opened the gate.
"Have you ever thought about moving here? I know you can afford it," Iliana uttered in a sly tone as she glanced over at her son.
"No, I'm where I want to be," Drake answered, seeing his mother's face lighting up as he lightly rubbed her left thigh. Rolling his eyes at the taunts of his older brothers from the back seat.
"Our house is better," Iliana said, trying not to notice how good and large Idin's and her cuckold's house was compared to hers.
"Of course, it is, Mom. It has you in it," Drake said in a charming tone.
"Hush you two. I love it when my man is all sweet to me," Iliana said over the sounds of her twins making gagging noises.
"You two know what to do, right?" Drake asked in the rearview mirror as he parked the Audi along the curb.
"Yep, fuck Aunt Idin in front of Dad, repeatedly, for fifty minutes, make sure Dad doesn't lay a hand on Mom, get out of there before Becky and Regan get back and see Mom safely home," Aydin said, going over their plan of action. "You sure you don't want to join in?"
"Nah, have to save my strength for tonight," Drake uttered, cutting off the engine and holding out the keys to his mother, who leaned in and placed a very hot, love filled kiss on his lips.
"Is the Mayor really that ravenous?"
"Oh yeah, don't tell anyone, it's the reason her husband left her and why she hires people like me, we can keep our mouths shut," Drake stated, closing the driver's side door. Noting how Idin's front door opened as Idin stood in nothing but a pink silk robe waiting on them.
"My, boys, I have forgotten how big the two of you were. I do hope you'll be gentle with me. I've never had two at once. Drake, I do hope, as your slut I'll be feeling that fat cock of yours soon. Iliana," Idin said, simply nodding at her sister.
"The girls gone?" Iliana asked in a motherly voice. She didn't want those two caught up in this.
"Yes, Becky took Regan over to Amina's house, so we only have an hour," Idin stated, her eyes running down Franklin's and Aydin's bodies. Wondering if they were just as big as Drake was. "While I'm okay with this, I do hope you two brought condoms. As Drake's slut, it's only right that he's the only one that gets to cum in me."
"We did," Franklin spoke, peering over at his brother, Pondering just how good of a fuck Drake was for their aunt to be so subservient to him. Hearing the door closing behind them.
"Good, now you two strapping men come help me move your father into the living room. I put half a sleeping pill in his beer, the fool didn't even notice, plus I kind of got tired of hearing his voice," Idin said, swaying her ass as she led Franklin and Aydin to her den where Mario was dozing. Peering over her shoulder as she heard Iliana chuckling at her words. "Are you boys as big as your brother?" she asked as she watched the two of them lifting their father's unconscious body off the couch.
"They're longer than Drake is but not as fat as he is," Iliana stated, grinning evilly at the sight of Mario's limp body.
"Mmm, good, I don't want to be too torn up for Drake," Idin said, leading them into the living room where she had prepared the room for this evening..
"Wake up, cucky, or you'll miss the show," Iliana stated, slapping Mario's face to rouse him from his slumber. "Now there's a good cuck," she chuckled madly at how frantic Mario was pulling on the restraints that held him bound to the chair he was in. "So slut, how are you enjoying my boys' cocks?" Iliana asked, stepping out of Mario's field of vision as Idin knelt before Franklin and Aydin as she alternated in sucking them off.
"I can see why you were fucking them, sis, so much bigger than their father," Idin answered, grinning evilly over at Mario, whose vein was throbbing on his temple at the sight.
"Put that cock back in your mouth, slut," Franklin ordered, pressing his hand on the back of his aunt's head while her right hand was jerking off his brother.
"With pleasure," Idin said eagerly before wrapping her lips around Franklin's cock as the twins stood naked in her living room.
"See just how much of a slut my man has turned your little whore into?" Iliana asked, resting her arm on Mario's right shoulder as she watched on.
"You sure you don't want to join in, bro?" Aydin asked, peering over at Drake, who rested comfortably on the couch.
"No, not tonight. Maybe later we can make her airtight; I think she might like that," Drake spoke, seeing his mother smiling over at him.
"So is your little cuck dick getting hard watching how your wife loves sucking her nephew's cocks?" Iliana taunted. "Oh right," snapping her fingers, "you can't!" she stated, laughing madly at her ex-husband's plight. "You should have never crossed me, Mario. You shouldn't have fucked around on me. Now you'll be paying the price for your infidelity. After all, you'll be paying to raise your son's children. Drake needs little ones running about, that is, if I can't carry his babies. His slut will make a fine incubator, won't you slut?" Iliana asked, watching how Aydin was face fucking her and how it appeared Idin was enjoying it.
"Of course, Iliana. That's all the cuck is good for now, is making money to support the babies that Drake puts in me. Now boys, how about we get the main event and show your father on how you really fuck a woman," Idin spoke, peering up at the twins.
"Ah, isn't this just a lovely sight watching the three of them going at it?" Iliana asked, sliding into Drake's lap. "Thank you for helping me pull this off," she sighed as she kissed her lover.
"Fucking disgusting, all of you!" Mario spat as he tried to get free.
"Shut your mouth, you worthless piece of shit!" Idin hissed before moaning out as Aydin slipped his cock into her ass while Franklin took her pussy from below. "Oh God, you're so big! Yes, yes, yes, fuck me like your father never could!"
"You're just jealous because your sons are so, so, so much bigger than you ever will be. And trust me, once the twins are done with Drake's slut, you will never ever be able to get her off," Iliana taunted from Drake's lap.
"He already couldn't with how well Drake fucked me on that couch yesterday," Idin stated between moans. She's never been DPed before, and she had to say, she was growing to like it. Feeling her ass clenching and unclenching when Aydin pulled his cock out and feeling his hot cum dribbling down onto her ass. "Come here, Aydin, let me get you hard again. I want you in my pussy, so your father knows that his boys now own it."
Idin and Iliana were laughing like hyenas as they watched how Franklin rose from his spot on the floor while Aydin put on another condom to take her from behind. Noting how Franklin took his father by the chin and forcibly tilted his face upwards. Hearing Mario cursing as Franklin's hot load dripped down onto his face.
"That's for treating Mom so badly, you piece of shit!" Franklin spat, smearing his cum all over his father's face. What they weren't expecting was for Franklin to shove his cock into Mario's mouth. "Yeah, that's a good cucky. Get me nice and hard again so I can fuck your wife again," he grunted, roughly face fucking his father. "What?!" Franklin muttered a little red-faced at their shocked expressions. "I'm bi." Smiling at his mother, who just laughed hysterically on Drake's lap. "Nah, I think I'm gonna cum in this cucky mouth of yours and make you swallow your son's load," he threatened.
"Do it, baby, make that bastard know what it tastes like!" Iliana urged him on.
"Frank?"
"Yeah?"
"So when I walked in on you and Aydin...?" Drake's voice trailed off.
"What, he's cute, and I like him," Franklin stated. "Shut up," he grumbled, noticing how Drake was fighting back not to laugh.
"Now you know how we feel when you force your cum into our mouths," Idin spoke as Mario coughed up Franklin's sperm onto his lap.
"Don't worry cucky boy, I'll make sure you're a good cock sucker by the time Drake comes back on break," Franklin ensured, noting the hate in his father's eyes as he smirked down at him.
"Franklin, why don't you use that worthless hole of his? After all, that's all it's good for now, is getting a nice hard cock up it," Idin stated, pimping out her husband's ass to her stepson.
"I just might, but tonight is about fucking the shit out of you," Franklin stated, walking back over to her. Turning Idin's face towards his father so he could see how much his aunt/stepmother was enjoying how well Aydin was fucking her.
"God, you're so deep," Idin moaned like a harlot. Her face showed the bliss of having something so big inside of her after years of dealing with Mario's small size.
"Yeah, you like my boy's cock, don't you slut?" Iliana intoned, her fingertips lightly played along Drake's chest, enjoying the feel of his body against hers, she always did.
"Mmmhmm," Idin hummed as her head was wrenched back as Aydin took hold of her hair.
"Suck that dick?!" Aydin growled before forcing her down onto Franklin's rod.
"Aw, is the little cucky getting excited? Does it get that little dick hard watching your wife getting fucked by your sons?" Iliana asked in a cruel tone as she sneered at Mario as he squirmed in his seat, watching the pain playing across his face as the spikes dug into his appendage.
"Fuck you, Iliana!" Mario spat hatefully. "You're just a whore like your sister," he snarled. "You stay the hell away from..." His body bounced on the floor as Drake's fist landed squarely on his father's jaw. Everyone stilled as Drake stood over his father. There was no mistaking the sheer hate in Drake's eyes at the man that lay at his feet.
"The only whore here is you and me. At least I'm good at it," Drake stated in a cold tone of voice as he squatted down. Hearing his father hiss as he roughly took him by the hair. Franklin and Aydin winced as Drake backhanded Mario. "If I ever hear you speak to my mother in such a manner ever again, I will enjoy teaching you manners. Be glad she has someone who treats her with respect. At least I haven't lied to her or fathered a child while professing my love to her, you worthless piece of shit," he growled menacingly. "You must be the stupidest man alive. You had Mom, who's fucking one of the best in bed, and I've fucked a lot of women, and that still wasn't enough for you. But worry not. She won't ever be concerned with you ever again, not when she has me."
"That's right, baby, you're all mine," Iliana cooed in a dreamy voice. "I just have to share your body; your heart will always belong to me."
"Always had," Drake said, seeing his mother's face heat as he peered over at her. Reaching into his jacket as his phone chirped.
"Is it time?" Iliana asked, a little sad that she wouldn't have more time with him that night. She did enjoy watching her son manhandle his father.
"Yep," Drake muttered before typing out a text to Sandy. "Now, before I leave you, little cuck, you keep that tongue in your mouth and your hands to yourself. Don't make me have to repeat the beating I gave you yesterday. Someone as old as you, I don't think your kidneys can take any more punishment. Franklin? Aydin?" he spoke in a commanding tone as he rose to his full height.
"Yes, Drake?" They answered, never seeing this side of their brother before, and it unnerved them and also made them a little proud that he would defend their mother.
"If this fool says another word about Mom, show him what happens to those that speak ill of my woman, you hear?" Drake ordered, looking back at his brothers.
"Count on it," They nodded firmly in agreement.
"Good. Now," stepping up to where his mother sat, "give me a kiss before I have to endure rich people complaining about stupid shit," Drake said with a smile on his face as he held out his hands to his mother.
"Gladly," Iliana purred, reaching out, her fingers wrapped around his hands as her own filled his. Moaning into her son's mouth as he pressed her hard against his chest. "I love you, Drake, you be safe, and you best tell me all the details of the Mayor's little party."
"I will," Drake said with a loving smile on his lips. His fingers trailed along his mother's stomach as he moved over towards the door. Seeing that look in her eyes as she peered back at him before he slipped out the door.
Chapter Thirteen
The last weeks of Drake's summer vacation came to a close as he packed up his car for his return to New York. Listening to his mother fretting over Aydin, who was riding with him, seeing how both of them would be gone, him until Thanksgiving and Aydin until that Thursday when he would fly back home after his tryouts had ended since the Mets had failed to make the playoffs.
"Drake, you make sure my baby doesn't get into any trouble in New York," Iliana said in a motherly tone, knowing the months without him at him at her side would be torture on her soul.
"Of course, Mom, I would hate for my boy to get mugged," Drake teased.
"In your dreams, runt," Aydin jested. "I promise Mom, I'll be safe, Drake's letting me stay with him, so you'll know where I'll always be," he said in a loving tone as he lightly rubbed his mother's arms.
"Franklin, I expect you to watch out for Mom while we're away. If Dad tries anything, you let me know," Drake said in a protective voice.
"Count on it, Drake," Franklin nodded. "Show them what you're made of, Aydin," he spoke, hugging his twin tightly after his mother had gotten her own in. The twins watched how their mother clung to Drake, knowing how it would be months before they could be this physical with one another again.
"You drive safe, don't let your brother get too carried away being away from me," Iliana said in a loving tone as she caressed her lover's face.
"I'll keep my eye on him," Drake assured her.
"You call me the moment you get to your apartment, so I know the two of you made it safely." Noting how her twins had moved to block anyone's view, she didn't waste a second before laying on one of the most passionate kisses she could so Drake would remember what was waiting on him when he was in New York.
"Drake?" Emma called out from her window as her car came to a halt along the curb. "You can't leave without giving me my goodbye kiss!" she stated as she rushed into his outstretched arms. "Don't worry about your Mom. I'll keep my eyes on her," Emma whispered into his ear as she hugged him goodbye.
"Hey," Aydin called out as Drake walked around the front of his car.
"Yeah."
"Can we put the top down?" Aydin asked, eager to be seen riding in style.
"Sure," Drake said with a smile on his lips as he slid into his driver's seat.
"I love you!" Iliana called out as Drake backed out of the driveway.
"I'll be back soon!" Drake's voice filled the air as he waved goodbye before pointing his car towards the interstate. The two of them would be switching off so they would make it to New York City within the day as compared to when Drake first left for college.
Thirteen hours later saw Drake driving over the Brooklyn bridge, smirking at how Aydin was gazing out at the city as the lights of New York City welcomed them. Remembering when he too had first come to the city. Now, on his return, he felt a little wiser, a little more mature, as he drove them to the parking structure that was nearest to his apartment building. Knowing his father couldn't come after the house since it was now his and his mother's. Recounting how excited she was as she danced around once the deed to the house rested in her hands. Knowing he was going to miss Amina, Mikaela, Janet, and their eager exploits to bed him. Reminiscing how he forced his father to watch as he took Becky in front of him. Her loud moans filled the house as his hands clamped onto her taut ass as he pounded her from behind while his mother looked after Regan while they taught his father his new duties of being the cuck of his second home. Drake had to admit that was when he thought they had truly broken their father when Mario saw the serene look on Becky's face as she came continuously on his cock.
He should have felt bad about doing that to his own father, yet the way he hurt his mother and his family, Drake had no sympathy for his father's plight. He would have said his father's tears would have affected him as Becky held his face forcing him to watch as Idin bounced wildly on his cock, but they didn't. All taking place in the bed, his father, once rested, now, he was forced to sleep on a twin bed in an equally small room to suit his new role in the family. Thinking back to the blow jobs they gave him as parting gifts until he returned back home. The lights of his BMW showed along the concrete wall as he pulled into the parking structure. Paying the man at the booth, knowing it was going to be expensive, keeping his car in the city. Then again, he would rather drive than fly, given it was cheaper, plus he enjoyed watching the scenery on the way to and from college.
Leading Aydin across the street as he helped to carry one of his bags. Nodding to the doorman as he held the front entrance open for them. Introducing Aydin to the man, telling the doorman that he would be staying with him for a few days, so if Aydin needed anything, just to send the bill to him. Noting how his brother's head was turning each and every way as they walked down the hall towards his apartment as the sounds of blissful moans could be heard through the closed doors. Setting down his suitcase and garment bag that held all of his suits he had gotten over the years. Reaching into his right pocket and pulled out his keys to unlock his door when he heard his neighbor's door opening behind him.
"Drake?! Drake!" she squealed in joy at the sight of him, flinging herself into his arms, and planted a long, wet kiss on his lips. "I thought you weren't coming back with you being gone for so long!"
"Hey, Deb, I thought I told you I'd be back at the beginning of the semester," Drake said, seeing how his brother was staring like he's never seen a beautiful woman before.
"Drake, who's this? I didn't know you swung like that," Deb, or Debra, her real name, teased, giving Aydin a very thorough once over.
"Come on, Deb, if I was like that, I could do so much better," Drake stated, grinning madly at his brother, who was at a loss for words.
"In your dreams, runt," Aydin taunted.
"Nah, that's just a nightmare," Drake uttered, ripping on his older brother. "Aydin, this is Deb, Deb, this is my older brother Aydin," he said, introducing the two of them.
"Oh? Brother?" Deb mused, slyly shooting Drake a look as he nodded. "Well, aren't you a big boy," she purred.
"In more ways than one," Aydin flirted, flexing his pecs, causing them to dance beneath his shirt.
"I would love to catch up, but I have to run," Deb said, leaning in, placing a kiss on Drake's cheek. "Tomorrow, coffee, and you can tell me how Italy was, alright?" she stated as she locked up her apartment.
"Sure," Drake nodded.
"Bye, big boy," Deb cooed as she waved in a flirty nature as she passed him. "Maybe if you're still around, I'll give you a freebie," she said, winking at him, swaying her ass as she walked down the hall towards the elevator.
"Who the hell was that?!" Aydin exclaimed, only to be met with a smirk on Drake's lips as he carried his bags into his apartment. "Come on, dude, don't hold out on your brother?!" Aydin pleaded, following after his brother.
"She's like me. This whole floor houses people like me," Drake said as he closed and locked the door.
"Did she mean what she said?" Aydin asked, helping Drake to uncover the items he had placed a white canvas tarp over to keep from gathering dust in his absence.
"What? About the freebie?" Arching an eyebrow at how vehemently Aydin was nodding his head. "Yeah, why? Ew! Dude, put that away!" Drake jested when Aydin's bulge was prominent against his jeans.
"What?! She's fucking hot!" Aydin said, not making excuses. "You best call Mom. You know she's probably been going out of her mind with worry," he stated, folding up the tarp.
"Yeah, that's true," Drake agreed, pulling out his phone and dialing his mother's number.
"Baby?!"
"Hi, Mom, just calling to let you know we made it." Drake couldn't help himself as he felt himself smiling at the love he heard in that one word.
"Oh, thank God, I've been so worried!"
"Well, you don't need to now."
"Do too!"
"Oh?"
"My man isn't here with me; I'm always going to worry until I can smother him in my boobs!"
"I might like that," Drake spoke in a charming tone.
"Why do you think I do it?" Drake chuckled as he carried his bags over to his bed.
"Drake?! There's nothing in your fridge!" Aydin called out, looking for something to drink.
"You know, Mom, sometimes I worry about Aydin," Drake sighed, getting a giggle out of his mother.
"Haha, very funny," Aydin grumbled.
"Give me five minutes, and we'll go to the store down the block," Drake said, seeing his brother nod in understanding.
"So, how does it feel to be back?"
"It's missing something," Drake replied as he sank down onto his naked bed.
"Oh, and what could that be?"
"You, of course," Drake said truthfully.
"Baby, you know I'd give anything to be there with you right now. I'll have you know; it isn't the same without you here either. But it's just a few months, then you'll be back home, then we'll have all that time on our honeymoon."
"Can't wait," Drake uttered, smiling into his phone. "Well, let me get off of here."
"Okay, baby, call me tomorrow. I love you, Drake."
"Love you too, Mom."
"Tell Aydin I love him too."
"Ew!"
"Hush, you, I love all my babies. Good night, Drake."
"Night, Mom." Looking at the screen of his phone, gazing at his mother's picture of her laying naked on their bed as the morning light played along her tantalizing form. Sighing in his mind, hoping the months passed quickly as he got to his feet.
******
"So, spill, what was Italy like," Deb asked, pulling her legs up into the chair she was sitting on like she had always done whenever they shared breakfast together after a night of work.
"Pretty good, actually," Drake answered, noting how his brother was slyly shooting glances at her. "You'd love it there."
"You know, a picture lasts longer," Deb teased, her eyes smirking at Drake as she took a sip of her coffee, noting how red Aydin's face was getting. "So, lots of hot guys, huh?" she mused with a smirk on her lips.
"Pretty much, oh, the nude beach I lived by would be a boon for you, so much drooling I see in your future," Drake teased, chuckling when she threw her napkin at him.
"So, why is your brother here? Not that I mind, the eye candy is nice," biting her lip when Aydin sputtered into his coffee cup, "what's wrong, big boy, not used to a hot woman hitting on you?" Deb asked, winking at Drake, who was just enjoying how his brother was at a loss for words as Aydin looked like a fish out of water.
"I have tryouts," Aydin said, finally getting his mind to work.
"Oh? With whom?" Deb asked, intrigued.
"The Mets," Aydin stated factually.
"Really? Didn't take you for a ballplayer, not with those things," Deb said, playfully flicking Aydin's bicep.
"Oh, I can swing a mean bat... in more ways than one," Aydin taunted.
"That so?!" Deb purred, arching an eyebrow at the challenge she heard in his voice.
"Just don't ruin my breakfast," Drake muttered into his bowl after noting the look on Deb's face.
"Well, big boy, show me what you got," Deb uttered, noting how Aydin looked over at Drake.
"Go on," Drake waved his brother on.
"Holy... you certainly do have a bat there," Deb stammered after she had gotten Aydin hard after he had pulled his cock from his pajamas. "If I wasn't so sore right now, I'd give this thing a spin."
"Rough night?" Drake asked, concerned.
"Yeah, the asshole thinks he can just hammer away at me since I'm an escort, and shit won't happen to him. Well, told you know who about it," Deb said, still stroking Aydin's rod while looking over at Drake.
"Oh? And what did she have to say about it?"
"The idiot's been blackballed. Good riddance, I say. I don't need that kind of shit," Deb said angrily.
"I feel ya, Deb."
"Been thinking of getting out of this life anyway," Deb said, dropping the bomb on Drake.
"Oh, why?" Drake asked, noting how Aydin was trembling as Deb kept him on edge.
"Well, I got a lot saved, you know, and I'm not getting any younger, and soon my 'dates' will get few and far between. Plus, since you've been gone, I kind of been lonely," Deb uttered sadly. "Then well, you're only here for two more years before you move back, and the others here are nice, but they're not my friends like you, Drake." Feeling her cheeks heat at the smile she was greeted with. "Oh, like that, don't you, big boy?" she purred up at Aydin, feeling him about to erupt.
"Fuck yes," Aydin said through clenched teeth. Groaning in pleasure as he felt her lips wrapping around his cock. Mouthing 'Oh, my, God' at his little brother, who had this knowing smirk on his lips like Drake didn't already know how good she was with her mouth. He almost melted into a pool of goo right there as his cum flooded her mouth. He felt his soul leaving his body the moment she swallowed his load.
"You know how to fuck, don't you?" Deb asked, playing with his wet cock.
"Damn right I do," Aydin growled.
"You won't hurt this pretty pussy of mine, will you?" Deb inquired, spreading her legs, pulling aside her panties, showing off her cunt to Aydin's eyes.
"Never," Aydin said, shaking his head as he did.
"Good, this pussy needs loving. You'll give it to it, won't you?" Deb cooed, noting Drake's curious look.
"Deb, what're ya doing?"
"What? Can't a girl score a date that I'm not being paid for?" Deb mused with a smile on her lips. "What'cha say, big boy, can you deal with being seen with an escort?"
"Umm... have you met my brother?" Aydin retorted, gesturing to Drake.
"Good, I'll make sure you're taken care of if you make it," Deb said, winking at him, yet glanced at Aydin's cock as she turned to face Drake.
"So, what are you planning on doing if you do decide to quit?" Drake asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Don't know yet, but I'll think of something. I mean, I got this degree. Why not use it instead of making money on my back, you know?"
"I do," Drake nodded.
"Have you thought about it too?" Deb asked, a little surprised when Drake nodded. She knew how sought after he was, well, namely his cock, so she didn't think he would have.
"You've met someone, haven't you?" Deb's smile grew wide at the bashful look on her friend's face. Something she didn't think Drake was capable of given their line of work.
"Does this person know what you do?" Again, she was met with another nod from Drake. "And she's okay with it?"
"I wouldn't say okay, but understands, at least for the time being, can't say what will happen in a few years," Drake stated truthfully.
"Does that mean we have to stop our little game?" Deb asked, knowing how much she had looked forward to it starting back up once Drake had returned.
"I can't say, have to talk to her about it."
"What little game?" Aydin asked, intrigued as he looked between the two of them.
"We have this standing bet to see who can make our clients out moan the other; whoever wins gets a bj or my pussy eaten. You still owe me a lick, Drake," Deb said, smiling coyly at him.
"No, I remember I beat you the night before I left," Drake countered.
"Oh? Well then," bringing up her phone, playing the recording she had taken, clearly showing the man she was with moaning louder than the woman Drake had in his apartment, but not by much, "so care to rephrase your answer?" Deb asked with a sneaky grin on her lips.
"Huh, don't remember the man being that loud, but a win is a win, but before I pay my debt, I have..."
"Talk to your woman. I get it. I hope she makes you happy, Drake," Deb said in a caring, friendly tone. Smiling warmly at him when she saw it in his eyes. She was genuinely happy that he had found someone. She knew with the kind of work they did men and women were hesitant to jump into a relationship with people like them. It was one of the reasons she was thinking of quitting. She was tired of the endless sex. Yes, the money was good, but every night or early morning, she would be returning back to her empty apartment with no one to share her life, her dreams, her passions with. "Well, thanks for the coffee and cereal, Drake. Nice to formally meet you, big boy," she said, winking at Aydin as she rose from her seat. "But I got an early 'date' tonight, so I best be hitting the sack. Now don't you go getting any cuter," Deb cooed, tickling Aydin's chin before sashaying out of Drake's apartment.
"Drake?" Aydin's voice fluttered; his heart raced as his eyes couldn't pull themselves away from Drake's apartment door.
"Hmm?" Drake hummed as he tipped back his bowl, draining the last of his milk.
"Is she always flirty?" Aydin asked, hoping his question wouldn't draw too much suspicion.
"No, why?"
"Then all that?!"
"Oh, well... hmm... Nah, I'll let you figure that out on your own," Drake said in an evil brotherly voice, chuckling as Aydin groaned as he carried his dishes to the sink. "You should take your shower. Traffic in the city is really bad this time of the morning, so we have to leave in forty if you want to get to your tryouts on time," he directed, noticing the time.
"Come on, man, just a little hint," Aydin pleaded as he walked backwards towards Drake's bathroom.
"If she's not on the job, she rarely flirts with anyone, and she doesn't suck random people's cocks if she isn't paid to do it, so that should tell you something," Drake stated as he wiped down his kitchen table. Shaking his head at the little jig his brother was doing before entering his bathroom. Looking over at the door, wondering if his friend was truly alright. Walking out of his apartment, knocking on Deb's door, he thought he heard a little sobbing behind it.
"Ye... Drake?" Deb's eyes flew wide when Drake just abruptly hugged her out of the blue.
"I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch. That's my fault. I'm sorry I dropped the ball as a friend. I'm sorry you were left alone," Drake whispered into her ear, knowing the reason why she had tears in her eyes. Since she couldn't go home, given how her father had constantly abused her and her mother always taking his side, Deb was virtually alone. Sure they might 'date' a lot of clients, but those weren't true friendships. They were only after one thing mainly -- sex, at least in the men's cases. Feeling her fingers curling around the back of his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. "I promise if you forgive me, that won't happen again."
"Promise?" Deb mumbled between her soft sobs.
"Promise," Drake assured her as he gently rubbed her back. "Do you really have an early 'date'?"
"No," Deb said weakly.
"Then why don't you come with us? I know Aydin would enjoy seeing you root for him during his tryouts," Drake spoke in a warm, caring tone.
"Y-y-you wouldn't mind? I don't want to intrude on the two of you," Deb said, pulling away.
"Wouldn't have asked if I did, Deb. Go on, Aydin's in the shower. He doesn't take long," Drake urged her on, smiling and nodding when she told him she would be ready in ten minutes.
"Hey!" Drake called out as he walked back into his apartment.
"What?!" Aydin called back from the depths of Drake's shower.
"Your girlfriend is coming along," Drake teased, grinning madly at Aydin's loud 'What!' "You heard me!" Pulling out his clothes to get ready to drive Aydin over to the park so he could show the Mets what his brother could bring to the team. He honestly hoped his brother won a spot on the team. He did want his brother to live out his dream of being a pro baseball player, just like he wanted Franklin to make it in the NFL. "Hey, beautiful," he spoke into his phone once his mother answered it.
"Hey, yourself, you sexy man." A smile touched from ear to ear as he heard his mother's own in her greeting.
"You heading into work?"
"Mmmhmm."
"We're about to leave here soon for the ballpark. Just wanted to call and hear your voice."
"Awe, aren't you sweet, well, you can always call, and I will allow you to hear my sweet voice." Feeling his cheeks heating at his mother's light teasing.
"Mom?"
"Yes, baby?"
"You know how you wanted me to be honest and stop the casual encounters?"
"Of course, am I going to like where this is going?"
"I honestly don't know, but I don't want to be like Dad, so if you say no, then that will be the end of it."
"Okay, what's this about?"
"You remember the woman I told you about? Who's my neighbor up here?"
"Yes?"
"Well, we have this standing bet..." Going over everything with his mother that they had done together before he and his mother had become a couple.
"And you're asking my approval to continue with this bet? Am I getting that right?"
"Yes, Mom."
"And how well do you know this woman?"
"Very well," Drake nodded against his phone.
"So I don't have to look out for her giving you something?"
"No, Mom, she works at the same agency as I do, so she has to be clean like I have to be."
"And you two really see who can out fuck whomever you're with?"
"Mmmhmm."
"And you don't have any romantic feelings for her?"
"No, she's just a really good friend. Although I haven't been that good of a friend to her, she's kind of lonely."
"Why?"
"Family issues that I don't think she would appreciate if I went on about without her say so."
"Oh? Does she not have any other family?"
"No, her parents were the only kids her grandparents' had, and she has no siblings, so she was pretty much alone here for over a year and a half."
"That's terrible?!"
"I know why I'm kicking myself for being so caught up with everything going on in Italy and dealing with Dad. I shouldn't have let her slip my mind."
"Okay, baby, if she needs this, I'm okay with you continuing this little game of yours, just with her, no one else, we clear?"
"Of course, Mom. Why did you think I called in the first place?"
"Because you love me, and you want this relationship to flourish."
"True."
"Love you too, Drake. Okay, I'm pulling into work. I'll talk to you tonight; tell Aydin I'm rooting for him."
"I will, Mom. Have a good day at work."
"I will now that I've talked to my man." Pocketing his phone, grabbing a light shirt so he wouldn't be so hot sitting out beneath the sun as he rose off his bed. Turning to look over at his door when Deb lightly knocked on the doorframe.
"Can I come in?" Deb asked, a little nervous about being seen out with two men she wasn't being paid to escort. She didn't know why she felt like that. She just did. She has always had acquaintances, yet never a friend like she had in Drake. She was very sad and very lonely when he left for his trip to Italy. She missed the nights where they would just crash on either one's couch, and just binge watch Netflix when they both had the night off or when one of them just got back from a 'date' if they didn't spend the night.
"Always," Drake said, inviting her in. "Although, you might want to close your eyes when he comes out of the shower."
"Why?" Deb asked, walking into Drake's apartment.
"He forgot to take any spare clothes with him, so it will be atrocious to see," Drake joked, taking a jab at his brother's expense.
"That his bag?" Deb asked, pointing at it.
"Mmmhmm," Drake nodded. Smirking as Deb opened it and pulled out a pair of Aydin's underwear. Biting his lip as he watched how Deb sort of skipped to the bathroom door.
"Well, hello, big boy!" Deb's voice filled the bathroom, surprising Aydin as he was enjoying the hot water, namely masturbating to Deb's image.
"What the!"
"My, don't you look all yummy being all wet. One has to wonder what you'd look like with a different kind of wetness coating you. Although, now I'm wondering if you can use that cock as good as you're doing with your hand." Drake howled in laughter as he fell backwards on his bed at his brother's stuttering words. "Well, I'll just leave these here, do enjoy." Dropping his underwear onto the toilet seat before sashaying out of the bathroom. Giggling as she exited the bathroom, "What? He's cute," Deb said, growing red in the face at Drake's look.
******
"You got this, Aydin," Drake said in a reassuring tone as they stood in the intersection of the corridor that led to the team's locker room and the path that led out to the bleachers. "This is what you've been working so hard for. Now you go out there and show them what you're made of," he urged on, psyching his brother up. Watching Aydin nod along, seeing how he blew out a breath to steady his nerves. What he wasn't expecting was how Deb stepped up, stood on her toes, and planted a kiss on Aydin's lips.
"For luck," Deb uttered in a sweet tone as she backed away. "If you do good, I'll let you cop a feel when we get back," she whispered in a salacious tone.
"Oh, I'm so going to ace this thing," Aydin said with determination. "Thanks, bro, Deb, for the encouragement. I needed it," he stated, waving to them as he walked towards the locker room to get geared up.
"What position does your brother play anyway?" Deb asked as they walked towards the exit to the stadium proper.
"Third base in college," Drake stated factually.
"Come, we got to get the best seats," Deb said, grabbing hold of Drake's left hand and led him down towards the first row right behind Homeplate so Aydin would know and see that they were rooting for him.
"Did you see that!" Deb frantically patted his arm as Aydin dove for the ball that the hitting coach sent his way that was a tad out of reach with the base Aydin was guarding before watching him spring up and throw the ball towards first base like a runner was coming in.
Drake could only nod as he was videoing it so he could email it to his mother and brother back home so they, too, could see how well Aydin was doing in his tryouts. Drake watched how the coaches put everyone through their paces. Noting some were struggling, some showboated, some like his brother just played for the love of the game, and it showed. Drake was never into sports, but he would support his brother in this endeavor just so Aydin could live out his dream, just like he had when he won his mother's heart.
"You show them what those arms can do!" Deb encouraged when Aydin stepped into the batters' box. Watching the muscles of his forearms tightening as he readied himself for the pitch. The crack of the bat resounded in the stadium as Aydin sent the curveball flying towards the center-field wall yet falling short of a home run. However, the next pitch, a corkscrew, was sent well past the wall into homerun territory to make up for his first pitch. Then a slider, a changeup, and a knuckleball all found themselves deep into the outfield or over the wall. The only two pitches that Aydin had missed were cutter and the forkball the pitching coach threw.
Drake had to admit five out of seven wasn't bad. Even if Aydin didn't make the cut, he knew his brother would be satisfied, knowing he gave it his all out on the field. He knew Franklin and his mother would see it the same way. Brotherly pride filled his heart as Aydin jogged over to the dugout to give the other hopefuls their chance to shine.
"Wasn't Aydin great?!" Deb exclaimed as they both walked through the tunnel to return to the intersection to wait on Aydin to reappear once he and the others learned who all would be returning tomorrow and who would be sent home.
Tapping Deb's arm as Drake pushed off the wall as he saw his brother walking out of the locker room. Watching how Aydin ran his towel through his hair from the quick shower, he had taken in the locker room to wash his sweat off. "Well, how did it go?" Drake asked, he had been waiting on pins and needles to hear the results.
"Got asked back," Aydin said with a wide smile on his face. Neither Drake nor Aydin was prepared for the squeal Deb unleashed as she raced towards him, nor was either brother expecting her to leap into his arms, causing Aydin to drop his bag that contained all his gear.
"I knew you could do it!" Deb cried happily as Aydin held her aloft. "As promised," she purred in a silky tone, taking Aydin's right hand into hers and gently laying it on her left breast. "What'cha think, big boy?"
"Makes me wonder what the other feels like," Aydin retorted with a sinful grin.
"Nah-uh-uh, only one groping a day," Deb teased, looping her arm around his. "Come on, after that display, food is a must!" she said, smiling up at him.
Drake stared oddly at Deb as she and Aydin walked past him. Sure he had seen her flirty and seductive with her 'dates' just never when she wasn't on the clock, even with him. Wondering what was going on with the two of them. Shrugging his shoulders, following after the two of them, "I know the best pizza joint in the city. You'll love New York-style pizza," Drake said, patting his brother's left shoulder as they walked out of the stadium.
******
"Aydin?" Drake called out as he got dressed to go out that evening since his Madam had set up a client for him.
"Yeah," Aydin answered, turning in his seat on the couch that served as his bed while there, as he watched TV and texted his mother and brother about the video that Drake had sent them. Also, telling them the good news that he had been asked back for tomorrow's practice.
"Whatever is going on between you and Deb, I'm warning you, you hurt her, you will answer to me, got that?" Drake spoke in a stern, protective tone as his suit jacket came to rest on his shoulders.
"I hear ya, bro. I promise, whatever this is, I'm not out to hurt her," Aydin answered in a reassuring tone.
"Good, she doesn't need you building her hopes up just for you to dash them on the rocks," Drake uttered, tugging on the cuffs of his shirt.
"Okay, can I ask why you're being so uptight about this?"
"Because she's had a very rough life, rougher than ours, and I don't want you giving her false hope where there is none unless there is something there, then I'll back off," Drake stated, buttoning his jacket as he readied himself to leave for the evening.
"Ah, okay, can I know how bad it was?"
"That's for her to tell you, not me. I'll be home late, don't wait up," Drake said, patting Aydin's shoulder as he headed for the door.
"Do I need to make myself scarce?" Aydin asked as Drake opened his apartment door.
"No, I'm just arm candy for tonight," Drake responded before closing the door behind him.
Aydin was flipping through channels as a knock came upon the door. Looking over at it, he found it weird that Drake would knock on his own door unless he had forgotten his keys. Although, Aydin was sure he had seen his brother pocketing them when he was walking around the area that served as Drake's bedroom. "Drake, did you... oh, hey, Deb," Aydin uttered as the sexy brunette stood at his brother's door. "Drake just left..."
"I know," Deb said with a coy smile. "I thought you might like to have some company for the evening?"
"You're not working tonight?"
"Nah-uh," Deb muttered, shaking her head.
"Then do please, come on in," Aydin said, opening the door wider and gesturing for her to enter.
"Can I get you anything?" Aydin asked, guiding her towards the couch.
"Wine, Drake keeps the good bottle on the top shelf of the far-left cabinet," Deb said with a sly wink. Smiling at the devious chuckle that got out of Aydin. "So tell me about yourself. I know what Drake's told me about you."
"Really? Drake spoke about me?" Aydin asked in shock.
"Yeah, why? Did you think your brother didn't?" Deb inquired, perplexed at his tone.
"A little, yeah," Aydin admitted.
"Why?" Pulling her legs beneath her as she leaned on the armrest of the couch with her chin resting in the palm of her hand.
"Well, you're going to think poorly of me, but Mom always said to be honest even if it hurts. I wasn't the best brother to Drake growing up."
"Oh? How so?"
"Well, before Drake became this Franklin, he's my fraternal twin, and I would torment Drake. Not because he did anything wrong, it was just that compared to us, us being jocks, I mean, Drake really didn't belong. So we teased him, put him down, made fun of him any chance we got. I'm a little disgusted by that, given what Drake's done for us," Aydin sighed as he poured Deb her glass and then his own.
"What changed between the two of you?"
"Well, things between Mom and Dad went downhill pretty fast. We didn't learn that our father had been having a long-term affair with our aunt..."
"What! No way?!" Deb stammered in disbelief.
"Oh yeah, so he and our aunt fled to China and left our mother destitute. We were at our wit's end as Dad was dragging out the divorce, sucking up every penny Mom had just to challenge every motion Dad's lawyer filed. Then one day, our water heater broke, it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, or it would have been if it wasn't for Drake," Aydin said, handing Deb her glass before sinking down on the couch beside her.
"And what did Drake do?" Deb queried, not voicing that she remembered that day out in the hall where she was about to pay Drake with a blow job.
"Well, Franklin called him, informed him of everything that was going on. We were a few months behind on the bills; even with Franklin and I chipping in, it just wasn't cutting it. With the water heater going out, we just didn't have the three grand to replace it; Franklin and Mom spent hours at Lowe's just trying to talk to the man about getting on a payment plan. Then when Franklin called Drake up, we were both stunned when Drake said he would take care of it. You have to understand, at that time, we didn't know what Drake was doing for a living. All of
a sudden, Drake's flush with cash, and we had no clue where it was coming from. So he and our mother had a chat about it and sent her ten grand to get everything up to date, then he and our mother went over the bills every month. I swear, if it wasn't for him, I don't know what we would have done. I know Franklin, and I would have had to drop out just to help out with bills and such if we lost the house. Then comes Drake swooping in, lifting us up out of the mounting water that we felt like we were treading for the past few months before that, and wiping out all that worry we had been feeling in an instant.
I know I wasn't worried about myself; I know Franklin felt the same, yet we could see what the stress was doing to our mother. Every night, we would watch as she looked through everything, trying to find one more cent she could put towards whatever bill was on the final notice. Hell, she had to beg the power company to give us one more month to get caught up. It was that bad," nodding when Deb gave him a look, yet she didn't turn away, her attention was solely focused on him and his story, "I've never told Drake how proud of him I am for the way he stepped up when we would rather drink beer and goof off when we knew of the dire straits Mom was in. I'm not saying what we did was right, just how it was," Aydin stated, seeing her nod in understanding. "Then, well, with Drake covering the bills, we still didn't know what he did. Things got better and better as we noticed the worry leaving our mother's shoulders."
"And how did you find out this was what your brother did to make the money that saved your home?" Deb asked, taking a sip of her wine.
"Well... being us, we wanted the biggest TV there was to watch the games on," smiling into his glass as Deb rolled her eyes in a playful manner with a smile on her lips, "Drake just didn't buy it for us. We had to work for it, and when we got it, we asked him how he could have afforded it given how the TV cost fifteen hundred dollars. When he told us he was a gigolo, we burst out laughing. I mean our brother a gigolo?! Preposterous! But well, we knew the look in his eyes that told us he wasn't lying, so, hey, I have a brother who's a gigolo. Who could have imagined that?!"
"And what do you think about him selling himself to help out your family?" Deb asked, looking shyly down into her glass.
"Hey, if he wants to do this kind of work, who am I to stop him? Sure it took me aback for a moment, yet as I thought about it, I knew without him we would have lost everything. So I don't see it as a bad thing as long as he enjoys it."
"What about this woman he's with now?"
"They have an understanding," Aydin said factually.
"Oh? Like what?"
"While he's in town and not busy with work, they're together; kind of sickening seeing my brother all lovey-dovey, you know what I mean?" Aydin's grin grew wide at how sweet Deb's giggle was.
"No, I wouldn't know what that's like," Deb mused.
"So when he's out of town or busy, she gets to seek other men, given how Drake's with a different woman almost every night. So what about you?"
"What about me?" Deb countered, getting a tad defensive. She hated reliving her childhood. She hated how her mother would never believe that her father was sneaking into her room late at night, violating her in ways a father shouldn't. Hated how she had to suffer in silence because no one would believe her.
"Tell me about yourself," Aydin said in a friendly tone.
"Not much to tell, really," Deb said weakly, down into her wine glass.
"Come on now, a hot woman like you, there has to be a story behind how you got into this kind of life."
"Can we please not talk about that?" Hiding herself behind a curtain of her dark brown hair.
"Hey," reaching over, turning her chin towards him, "you don't have to say anything you don't want to, okay? I'm sorry I pushed, it seems like your past is a sore subject with you, and I'm sorry I pushed to hear it when you're not ready to speak of it. I swear that was not my intention," Aydin said in a warm tone, seeing how her light green eyes were studying his.
"How I became an escort is because I had nothing else to do. It was either this or be a streetwalker, and they don't last long on the streets. So I did what I had to do to survive, I got a degree in a few years after coming to live here, and this is all I've ever done."
"Never dated anyone?"
"No, who would date an escort? When they know how many men I've been with," Deb said sadly down into her glass.
"Me, for one," Aydin said, taking a sip of his wine, noting how Deb's head snapped over to him.
"Huh?!" Deb muttered, thinking she had heard him wrong.
"I mean, we've all been something or another some part in our lives. I was an asshole brother, and Drake's a gigolo. Things happen. It doesn't mean one has to be defined by it," Aydin said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Did you really mean it?"
"Mean what?" Aydin stammered, confused.
"When you said I was hot?"
"Umm... yeah?! I mean, look at you! If I didn't know firsthand Drake would kick my ass for fucking on his bed, I'd so be trying to get you into it. But..."
"But?" Deb urged him on.
"You're Drake's friend, and I don't want to mess that up by taking you in the bedroom. I would like to believe I've grown just a little bit that I'm not the neanderthal that wants to rut every hot woman I've had the fortunate fate of sharing a glass of wine with without getting to know her first," Aydin said with a charming smile, seeing how Deb's face was heating.
"Have you drunk a lot of wine with hot women before?" Deb asked nervously as she turned her gaze away.
"Just two, not including you," Aydin said into his glass.
******
Drake rubbed the back of his neck as he walked down the hall toward his apartment. So glad to finally be home and away from the snobs he's had to deal with for the past four hours. If he had to listen to one more person bemoaning about some silly little thing, he would have punched something. Sighing as he slid his key into the lock only to find the door wasn't locked as he left it hours earlier. Bracing himself for what he was about to find out as he threw the door open, only to find Deb laughing on his couch. Arching an eyebrow at how it seemed like he was interrupting something between the two of them.
"Oh, Drake, is it that late already?" Deb asked, peering back at him, growing red in the face at the fact that he had caught her holding Aydin's hand as they were just chatting the night away.
"Yeah, what's going on here?" Drake asked curiously.
"Nothing Drake, I swear, Deb just came over, and we've been hanging out ever since you left. You wouldn't believe some of the stories she's been telling?!" Aydin said, flashing Deb a sweet smile as she hid her blushing face behind a curtain of her hair.
"Oh, I can vouch for a few of them since I was there. We didn't go together, just our 'dates' went to the same venues that evening," Drake stated, easing out of his jacket. Shooting his brother a look when he noted the empty bottle of wine on his coffee table and then to his bed that was still how he left it. "So enjoy my wine, you li'l sneak?" he teased, to which Deb gave him a broad smile in return as she nodded.
"So, how was your night?" Deb asked curiously.
"Rather not talk about it," Drake mumbled as he walked over to his closet to hang up his suit jacket.
"That bad?" Aydin asked, turning in his seat.
"That woman has to be the most pretentious, arrogant woman I've had the misfortune of fate to be paired with," Drake grumbled.
"Oh? Was she not a regular?"
"Nope, a new client, and she was boring as hell. So glad that she didn't pay for sex, don't know how her husband can stand it," Drake stated as he unfastened his cufflinks.
"Well, I should go. Thanks for keeping me company," leaning forward, lightly kissing Aydin's lips, "sorry I can't make it tomorrow," Deb said apologetically.
"Hey, you got to work. I get that. Just glad I got to spend this time with you. You be safe tomorrow night, okay?" Aydin spoke, brushing his thumb along the back of Deb's left hand.
"I promise," Deb uttered in a bashful tone. "Night Drake, I'll see you later," she said, waving to him as she walked towards the door.
"Night, Deb," Drake replied with a nod, glancing at the two of them as they both shot looks at one another before Deb slipped out the door. "Talking, huh?" he mused as he locked up.
"Yep, talking," Aydin said, stretching out along the couch with a smile on his face.
"Uh-huh," Drake muttered, wondering how their mother was going to take this. If he had to guess, it felt like Aydin had himself a girlfriend or at least the budding of one. "Good job today out on the field. I know you'll kill it tomorrow," he praised, fist-bumping his brother.
"Thanks, bro; it means a lot," Aydin stated, staring up at his brother.
"Mom would be proud of what you accomplished today," Drake said, patting the back of the couch before walking over and shutting off the lights.
"Night, Drake."
"Night, bro."
"Thanks for saving the house and making Mom happy."
******
Thursday saw Drake and a very teary Debra standing in JFK airport as Aydin was preparing to leave for home. Drake knew they had sex, just not when they had it, given the looks they would shoot at each other. He assumed it was when he had class after dropping Aydin off at his apartment before heading off to Cornell. Not that he minded, really he just hoped his brother knew what he was doing. He would be very annoyed if Aydin broke Deb's heart.
"I'm going to miss you?!" Deb whispered into Aydin's ear.
"You got my number. You know you can text or call me any time," Aydin reassured her as he lightly rubbed her back.
"But it's not the same," Deb whined a little, knowing the way he made love to her in her apartment wasn't anything like what it was compared to her 'dates' and she was going to miss that feeling greatly. She wouldn't admit it, yet she was starting to have strong feelings for Aydin. However, she didn't know if Aydin felt the same way or if Drake would be accepting of them if they did start dating.
"I know. I'm going to miss you, too," Aydin said truthfully. Ignoring the look his brother was giving the two of them.
"You promise you'll call the moment you land?" Deb asked, holding onto Aydin's hands tightly just to have that feeling of his skin beneath her touch etched to her memory for as long as she could hold it.
"I promise," Aydin nodded.
"You best go, or you'll miss your flight," Drake said, stepping up to his brother. Getting in a brotherly hug from Aydin.
"Thanks for letting me stay and being there for me. It meant a lot seeing you rooting for me in the stands," Aydin said, knowing he wouldn't see his brother for a few months.
"That's what family is for, being there for one another," Drake said, patting Aydin's back.
"Anything you want me to tell Mom?"
"No, but you know what to do in my absence. Make it a good one, alright?" Drake stated, seeing the confused look in Deb's eyes.
"You can count on it," Aydin stated with a firm nod. Turning back, seeing Drake lifting his hand, wishing him a safe trip home. Noticing how Drake squeezed Deb into his side as she was wiping away her tears. He had no idea what was going on with them, yet he did hope he could find out and that their long-distance friendship would blossom into something more.
*******
November, the week of Thanksgiving...
"Home!" Iliana sighed loudly as she and Drake walked in through the door of their home after returning from their honeymoon. Which was filled with love, passion, and yes, lots and lots of sex, also a great deal of nudity on their part. She knew she and Drake gave a few people a sight when they were caught skinny dipping in the lake; their cabin sat next too. She loved every second of it. It made the months without Drake by her side totally worth it. Hearing rustling from their living room as she helped Drake out of his coat.
"Mom, Drake?" Noticing how both of them turned towards him as Aydin stood in the doorway of the living room.
"Why does it feel like you've done something I wouldn't approve of?" Iliana asked in a motherly tone.
"Umm..." Aydin looked away as he scratched his cheek.
"Sorry, Drake, I tried to call you, but Aydin said where you were, your cell phone wouldn't work," Deb said, appearing beside Aydin. "I hope you don't mind, Drake and Ms. Lucian. I just couldn't stay away, not on a holiday."
"And why that's..." Looking down when her son placed a hand on her arm, peering up at his face, noting how he knew something.
"Deb, okay, it's a little weird you just appearing. I'm assuming you've been here a few days?"
"Only just arrived yesterday," Deb said bashfully.
"And I'm assuming Aydin has told you all about us?" Drake asked, glancing at his brother, who looked away shamefully as Deb nodded. "Does that change your opinion of Aydin or me?"
"What?! No! Never?! Okay, it's a little weird, but come on, the things you and I have seen, not as weird as you think," Deb said, feeling her cheeks heat under Iliana's gaze, knowing she was sizing her up.
"I take it something more has happened between the two of you since August?"
"It has," Aydin nodded, wrapping his arm around Deb, who just snuggled into him.
"And just what, pray tell, has happened, young man? You just can't..." Fuming when Drake held up his hand, stopping her.
"Deb, I take it you didn't want to spend the holiday alone in your apartment?" Drake asked, watching her head shake.
"I know I should have talked to you before you left New York, and I know me showing up like this looks really bad, but," peering up at Aydin, "I just couldn't stand to be away from him a moment longer. So I was hoping you would be okay in opening your home to me for Thanksgiving," Deb said, hoping her friend didn't kick her out.
"And why aren't you spending it with your own?" Iliana asked incensed at having her home invaded by someone she didn't know.
"I... I..."
"It's okay, Deb," Drake reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. Leaning into his mother, whispering into her ear what Deb had told him of what her father had been doing to her and what her mother failed to do. Seeing the horror flooding his mother's eyes as her hands cupped her mouth.
"Oh, my, God, that's horrible!" Iliana rushed over to Deb and wrapped her in her arms. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a bitch. Of course, you don't want to see them. I wouldn't either! Can you forgive me?" Iliana asked in an apologetic tone. "Drake, she is staying with us, and you best bring her home with you on Christmas break. This woman shouldn't be spending the holidays alone," she said sternly.
"Of course, like I'm going to kick my friend out of my home," Drake uttered with a warm smile as he held his arms out to Deb, who filled them in a heartbeat.
"Thank you so much, Drake. I promise, I'll never repeat a word to anyone," Deb said, hugging Drake tightly.
"Well, it seems we're going to need to find you a place to sleep," Iliana mused.
"About that?" Aydin spoke, rubbing the back of his head. "Since, you know... the two of you being together, and Franklin and Emma are more of a thing than she and I, and Deb and I getting to know each other. I kind of moved all your stuff into the master bedroom and mine into your old bedroom. I was hoping you two would be okay with that."
"Honey, can you handle being in that room with me?" Iliana asked with a loving smile.
"Mom doesn't matter the room, the location, long as you're there, that's what matters," Drake spoke in a loving tone, seeing his mother blush at his words.
"Okay, then that's settled, now, Deb, was it?" Iliana muttered, wrapping her arms around Deb's shoulders. "Why don't you come with me and tell me all about yourself? We'll let the boys deal with the bags."
"Aydin?!" Deb uttered from over her shoulder as Iliana led her off to their kitchen.
"It'll be fine, Deb, if she goes all mama bear on you. Just scratch her belly," Aydin joked, noting how his mother rolled her eyes and shook her head as she gazed back at him.
"So, where's Franklin?" Drake asked, picking up his bags.
"He and Emma went out shopping, said they'll be back in a few hours," Aydin answered as he plucked his mother's bags from the floor.
"Ah, and how are the two of them getting along?"
"Like you and Mom, all lovey-dovey, she's filed divorce papers and moving in with Franklin into his room, once they get yours and Mom's okay," Aydin said, following his brother up the stairs.
"Well, I don't mind Emma, but I don't know about you two. Aren't you two supposed to be flying the nest?" Drake joked, peering back at his brother.
"You wish."
"And you and Deb? How long has that been going on?" Drake asked, setting his bags down on the bed.
"Haven't stopped since I left New York," Aydin admitted.
"And when you're on the road with the team?" Drake inquired. He knew how the three of them celebrated the news that the Mets were going to sign him to the team a month after his tryouts, so he knew Aydin would be either dropping out or finishing the last bit of his classes when the season was over.
"Deb wants to come with me," Aydin spoke, seeing how that news truly shocked his little brother. "Sorry, Drake, I know she was the one that wanted to tell you that, but you asked."
"So she finally decided to quit, huh?" Drake mused, seeing his brother nodding. "And you're okay with dating a soon-to-be ex-escort?"
"Her past is her past. I know about it. It doesn't change how I feel about her," Aydin said truthfully.
"Huh," Drake uttered, looking sadly down at his bed. He was going to miss her and her company.
"Know that she was planning on telling you when you got back to New York. She just didn't want to sadden the holiday since she hasn't had a..."
"I know," Drake nodded, knowing everyone was moving forward with their lives. Wondering what fate had in store for his growing family in the coming years.
"Plus, it isn't like you won't see her again. We'll be coming home when the season has ended, just like Franklin and Emma," Aydin said, referencing how the Kansas City Chiefs had picked Franklin in the draft.
"My boy, all grown up," Drake teased in a fatherly voice.
"Shut up, goof," Aydin laughed as he lightly shoved his brother's shoulder.
"You fuck around on her. I will hurt you," Drake warned.
"You kidding me?! Have you ever been with her... guess you have," Aydin said, noting the look in Drake's eyes. "I might be a jock, but I'm not that stupid. Anyway, welcome home," he said, hugging his brother.
They heard their mother's laughter coming from the kitchen as they descended the stairs. "Tell me, is that bet real?"
"Oh, that bet, yeah it is," Deb nodded as her hands cupped the glass of iced tea Iliana had made for her.
"Tell me, how did that all come about?" Iliana asked curiously.
"Well... you sure you want to hear about this?"
"Please," waving Deb off, "my man tells me everything that he does, just not names, so you won't shock me... at least not as much as I used to be," Iliana said in a warm tone.
"Well, I'm assuming you know how boring sex can get when it's pretty much the same thing over and over each night," Deb said, seeing Iliana nodding along. "When Drake first arrived in New York, all of us on the floor where we live knew he was from the sister branch; we just didn't know how experienced he was in our kind of work. So when he first moved in, I introduced myself to him. Don't get me wrong, everyone that lives there are good people, friendly even, yet they really weren't my friends. Anywho, when Drake moved in, I told him if he ever needed anything to drop by when I wasn't with a client. Lo and behold, not a day went by before I heard a knock on my door. I won't lie to you, Ms. Lucian..."
"Call me Iliana," she said in a warm tone as she lightly touched Deb's hand.
"Up till then, I was a pretty lonely woman. Sure, I can put on a brave face and fool about everyone there, not your son. He saw right through that," Deb muttered, smiling down into her drink. "I didn't pick up on what he was doing at first when he asked me to show him around the city. I'll admit it was nice to spend time with someone that wasn't trying to fuck me. By the time we were halfway through the little tourist tour I was giving him, that was when I noticed he really wasn't doing this for himself but for me. When I called him out on it, granted, I said some hurtful things during it, like anyone would like being lied to and pitied. But he just hugged me out of the blue! No one's done that, okay, my mother did, but that all stopped when I constantly tried to tell her what my Dad was doing to me, or those that just wanted a cheap feel, know what I mean?"
"Mmmhmm?" Iliana nodded.
"Well, after I calmed down, Drake told me he could see it in my eyes that I was hurting and sad. So he thought he would spend the day with me to show me that not everyone was out to fuck me like it's been my experience. Then well, our friendship grew, and I can say he is indeed my friend. So given how boring sex can be when all they want is the same old positions day in and day out. I came up with the bet. Oh, I'm sure our clients enjoyed it, greatly, I might add, but I think the both of us got more out of it."
"So, have you and Drake ever..."
"Yes," Deb answered, her cheeks growing hot. "You're a lucky woman, Iliana. You have boys that have such good..."
"Oh, I know," Iliana mused, smiling into her glass. "You two going to stand there spying on us, or you going to come and join us?" she called out, knowing her sons were eavesdropping on them.
"What? Seemed like the two of you were enjoying the conversation. We just would hate to interrupt," Drake spoke as he stepped out of the shadow of the hallway. "I'll miss you; you know, it's not going to be the same without you across the hall," he stated, lightly resting his hand on Deb's left shoulder.
"You told him?!" Deb gasped, staring right at Aydin.
"Sorry, Deb, but he asked."
"Drake, just because I'm quitting that life doesn't mean I won't be..."
"I know," Drake said, taking her by surprise as he hugged her. "I'm happy that my friend's finally happy. I'm just going to miss her, is all."
"Well, you'll just have to come home more often then, won't you?" Iliana cooed with a seductive smile on her lips.
"Huh?"
"Drake?" Seeing how he looked down at his hand as hers took hold of it. "I was wondering if you would be okay if I moved in with Aydin."
"Wait... what?! Move in?! Just how far have you two gotten in this relationship?" Drake asked, peering back at his brother and then down to Deb.
"Please, Drake, I want to stay with my boyfriend, if you'll let me," Deb pleaded.
"I'm starting to feel like an old man," Drake sighed, sinking down into the chair beside his mother.
"Don't worry, honey, I'll spruce you up in the bedroom later," Iliana whispered heatedly into his ear.
"Drake, Mom, I hope you will be okay with this," Aydin said, coming to stand behind Deb, resting his hand on her shoulder, feeling the light touch of her lips on it.
"I mean, okay, sure, but Mom will be around you two more than I will for the next two years. What do you think?" Drake asked, turning to look at his mother.
"Well, honey, you know Emma has been staying here for the past few months," seeing him nod as she slipped her hand into his lap, "I know Aydin has been feeling left out being the odd man out of their group. I think this will be good for him. And I'm certainly not letting her go crawling back to her parents," Iliana said in that stern motherly voice. "So if you're fine with it, then I'm fine with it. We'll just have to find her a job once Aydin helps her get settled in. Long as the two of them help chip in on the food bills."
"I promise you two won't regret this?!" Deb said happily.
"Well, if you're going to be with my son, traveling with him, staying with him in New York during training season. I best teach you how to cook his favorite meals, or he gets rather grumpy," Iliana teased, smiling at Aydin's groan. Their heads turned as a knock came on the front door. Smiling lovingly at her son as she patted his thigh as Drake rose from his seat.
His fingertips ran along the wall as he neared the front door of his house. All the memories of his boyhood, the warm, loving smile on his mother's lips when he would run into the house. The way she would wrap him in her arms, how she would soothe his woes and pains when his brothers were either mean or too rough with him. To the first time, he had accidentally caught her sunbathing topless. To the feelings that began to form as he gazed at his mother. To the day he finally made her his, pondering on how many more memories would soon permeate those old walls that have seen so much. His hand reached out for the door handle, looking back as his mother's, Aydin's, and Deb's voices drifted on the air as he opened the door.
"Drake!" Regan, now three, squealed at the sight of her brother. Holding out her arms to him as a very happy smile was on her lips at the sight of him.
"I'm sorry, Drake, for showing up like this, yet Regan knew you'd be home today, and she couldn't wait to see you," Idin said in a sultry voice as she ran her eyes down her stepson's body, lingering on his groin. Hoping he would make use of her body while they were there, she so needed to feel his fat cock back inside of her pussy.
"Oh, did you?" Drake mused, seeing Regan nodding vehemently as he took her into his arms. Feeling her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him tightly.
"You stay, yes?"
"Sorry, Regan, only here for the week, then I have to go back to college, but don't worry, I'll be home for Christmas," Drake said, rubbing her back.
"You're bringing me lots of presents?!" Regan asked in a very serious voice.
"Maybe," Drake mused with a coy smile on his lips.
"I missed you too, you know?" Becky cooed, stepping up to him as she placed a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips. Hoping they could start working on being surrogates for Iliana, given how her doctor informed her that due to her age and her low egg count, that even with fertility drugs, the prospects of carrying another child weren't good. So, she and her mother were all the more willing to become such for Iliana. Knowing that it meant that they and Drake would be spending a lot of time in bed. Something she, and she knew her mother, was going to greatly enjoy. "We're ovulating, Drake," Becky whispered into Drake's ear, with her mother nodding along.
"Why don't you put Regan down so she can go see her aunt, and we'll take this upstairs and show you just how much we missed you," Idin purred, sensuously touching Drake's arm.
"Mom?!"
"What is it, dear?" Iliana called out; her footsteps resounded off the kitchen floor as she approached the doorway of the kitchen. "Well, who do we have here?!" she cooed, smiling down as Regan ran towards her. "Drake, go take care of them. I want a baby girl, hear me?" Iliana teased as she plucked Regan off the floor, blowing him a kiss before leading Regan, her son, and Deb out the back so Regan wouldn't hear the moans of her mother and sister as Drake fucked them into oblivion.
"Then we best get started, huh, bro," Becky purred, leading Drake by the hand towards the staircase.
"Mmm, yes, we do have months of pent-up sex to hammer out on that cock of yours, Drake," Idin said, shutting the door behind her and following the two of them up the stairs.
And so, the holiday passed with lots of moaning from Idin and Becky as Drake dumped load after load into their fertile wombs. As well as the sensuous moans from Emma getting her first ride of the holiday season once she and Franklin had returned from their shopping trip that Monday. Then the Lucian household was filled with wild and wanton moans as the three brothers tried to see who could make their partners moan the loudest. It became a new family tradition when all three Lucian boys were home at once when Aydin and Franklin went off to live their dreams.
Drake did finish his remaining year and a half at Cornell. He never again went to Italy. No, he had far more important things to do than jetting off to some far-off land on a whim. Now that he was a father of two children by his aunt and half-sister, he was currently working on his second daughter with Becky. Sadly the life of an architect wasn't enough to support his growing family, so he stayed as a gigolo until the age of thirty, when he had enough in the bank to care for his family and maintain the home he and Iliana had moved into. Why, you ask? Two reasons. One: Franklin and Emma married shortly after her divorce from her first husband was signed off. Two: Aydin and Deb had married and were expecting their first child. Deb took great care of managing Aydin's money, so when he retired from baseball at the age of thirty-eight, they wouldn't be hurting for money for a long time, seeing how Drake had given their childhood home to the twins as a wedding present to the two of them, given how the twins would rather live together than apart. Sadly they lost Emma in her sleep at the age of seventy-two. Three weeks later, Franklin followed after her at the age of forty-one. He had long since retired from the NFL.
While the autopsy showed that Franklin suffered a torn heart valve that caused internal bleeding into his chest cavity, Drake knew the real reason for his brother's death. Franklin had died from a broken heart at the loss of Emma. Deb tried to console Aydin the best she could at the loss of his twin. Soon, Aydin gradually overcame his grief, knowing his brother wouldn't want him to wallow in his misery. Although, his three children helped greatly along with his loving wife to bring him out of his funk. Drake and Iliana stayed a married couple until they, too, lost her in her ninety-third year of life. Iliana had long since been unable to fulfill her wifely duties, so Becky and Idin filled in before Idin, too, could no longer perform as Drake's slut. Leaving Becky the sole caretaker of Drake's needs.
Amina, Mikaela, and Janet soon had their own adventures once they had left the nest after high school, yet they always had fond memories of the time they shared with Drake. As the years passed, the legend of Dante Cole was soon forgotten, and Drake couldn't care less. He had all he could handle at that point in time. What of Mario, you ask? Well, due to Idin's conditioning and how thoroughly Drake had broken him, also how Franklin had forced himself onto him. Taking what he thought would never be taken, Mario grew to enjoy his new life, even going so far as to beg Idin to pimp him out to the executives at his company as the good little cuck he was so he could at least get some relief from his pent-up sexual tension. However, while being spit-roasted by two of the newest gay members of the board, one of them accidentally brushed along the lock of his cock cage, serving his penis, due to the pain, causing Mario to bite off the cock that was currently in his mouth. The cause of death was not due to blood loss. No, it was due to suffocation caused by the cock that was buried in Mario's throat. Mario was laid to rest three rows away from the family to symbolize how far removed they saw him as a part of their family.
Regan grew into a relatively happy child then, a woman. She had always looked up to Drake as she grew. As she grew from child to pre-teen to teenager, she noticed how Becky hadn't moved out when she graduated college. It wasn't until she skipped school one day, thinking that no one would be home, that she caught Drake and Becky in her room going at it. She was so at a loss for words as she just stood there watching how Becky was moaning and begging for Drake to make her cum on his cock again. To fill her up with his cum so she could give him another child. Regan always wondered who was the father of her niece and nephew, yet Becky would always tell her it was Dante. Yet she's never seen her sister with a man named Dante before.
"Drake?!" Regan's voice startled the two of them. That was when she first got a good look at Drake's manhood as it glistened in Becky's sex. Regan always loved Drake, more so than her own father, given how Drake took time out of his day to ensure she was happy, played with her, taught her things that she would need to know in her later years. And so, on that fateful day, Regan lost her virginity to her half-brother. Lo and behold, if Drake's swimmers didn't find themselves a new home to incubate.
The End