Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

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.​