Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"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.

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.

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.​