Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"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!

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.​