Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"Non farmi vedere troppo (Don't show me up too much)," Simon joked as Drake, Iliana, and Emma walked off the dancefloor to rest.

"Ci proverò (I'll try)," Drake shot back. Nodding to Amber who mouthed: 'Oh my god!' It wasn't often he danced like that; he was just glad the money he paid a male stripper to teach him those moves was worth it. Leading them towards one of the sunken couches they had scattered around the club in lieu of booths. Smiling warmly when Emma released a hoot as she threw her arms into the air.

"I haven't had so much fun in so long!" Emma laughed as she looped her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Dante. This has been such a wonderful night," she purred getting in her fifth kiss of the night. Ever since she stepped into the world of adultery, even if her husband was the first one to break their vows, she had felt guilty of sleeping around on her husband. Yet the first few dates she had with Drake slowly made those fears fade away.

Emma was still apprehensive in dating other men. Knowing they would want something she wasn't giving out. Yet with Drake she didn't have to worry about that. She could finally have something hard between her legs and still keep her house. She didn't care what happened to her husband now. He could go off with his little mistress and she'll focus on her little gigolo. Smiling sinfully at Drake as she squeezed his ass.

"My pleasure," Drake said, as he eased down between the two of them.

"Drake?!" The name escaped her lips as she carried a tray of drinks through the club. While she and Drake never moved in the same groups during high school she knew of him. She learned the hard way college and high school were so different. No longer was she one of the beautiful girls at the school, she was just nothing more than a freshman. If she thought about it, she could have sworn she heard something about him going to New York. She too wanted to move away, yet she spent more time worrying about where the next party was at in her high school days she failed to keep her grades high enough to attend out of state schools. So she was forced to go to the one an hour outside of the city. "Damn. When did he get so... hot?" She muttered aloud as she watched him leave. Wondering who the women were that he was with.

She never knew him to be that lucky with the ladies, or he wasn't when they were in high school together. Thinking back, trying to remember what he was good in during high school as she went to serve out her drinks. A smile formed on her lips knowing she could use some help with her math. Pondering if she could find her old year book and see if she couldn't find out where he lived.

"Drake, can we do this again?" Iliana asked, as she pressed her body against his. Looking up at her son, loving how that hand of his hasn't left her ass all night long when she wasn't sitting on it that was.

"I'm pretty booked the rest of the week," Drake said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Drake, aren't you normally off during the mornings and afternoons?" Emma asked, cutting in, as they stood on the curb waiting for Sandy to pull up.

"Normally yeah," Drake nodded.

"Then how much would just a lunch date cost us?" Iliana asked, shooting Emma a smile knowing where she was going with this.

"For the two of you, or one on one?"

"Together, I told you baby, I'll only let Emma be the one I eat your creampie out of," Iliana purred as her hand reached out. Running her fingertips up the length of his cock knowing just where they were heading. Emma had agreed to the change of plans. To which she had agreed Drake's house would be better, that way they both wouldn't be rushing home to change for work in the morning. "Now Drake, we really can't afford the extra that you normally earn," a smirk formed on her lips as Drake arched an eyebrow, "I'd hope that you would wave it for us," Iliana purred, swaying her hips against his as the muffled beat thumped through the walls of the club.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to charge you in the first place. And how did the two of you afford me anyway?" Drake asked, looking between the two of them.

"We saved silly," Iliana giggled. "With you paying for the house and the bills and the boys stepping up with the groceries. I got some spending money to dote upon myself; and you baby are something I want to dote myself on," she said, lustfully.

"So answer the question: how much would it cost us?" Emma inquired poking Drake in his side.

"You two, a penny," Drake said, with a smirk as Sandy pulled up. "I don't think this one can wait another six months to fuck me," he said, teasing his mother as he firmly squeezing her ass.

"With how fat this cock is," Emma purred loudly, her hand rubbed his hard member flashing Sandy a smile as the woman slyly checked her and Iliana out. "It's a wonder how she hasn't slid it into her hot pussy yet," she whispered, her breath hot, her tongue flickered out to tease his earlobe as she so wantonly touched that phallus of his.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded. It was a herculean task not to simply fuck her son out on the dancefloor or on that couch where they talked and talked. Not like a mother and child, yet like a man and a woman, granted a woman that's been trying to get in her son's pants for the past two years. Still, she couldn't remember the last time her ex-husband or her other sons had that kind of a conversation with her. She wondered if that was him being a gigolo or was her son simply that simulating? Honestly, she didn't care because she was finally going to have her son. Sliding in beside her son, listening to the soft clasp of the door as it closed knowing within minutes she would be on her back getting her cunt pounded by her son's fat cock. Iliana just hoped her panties would hold up until then.

"You sure?" Sandy asked, looking over the back of her seat as Drake sat behind her as his clients waited for him to depart the limo. "You know I don't mind waiting for you, Dante. You know I will," she said, gently placing her hand on his shoulder as he peered over the divider.

"I know Sandy, you saved my butt enough to know that. It's just I get the feeling I won't be leaving until the wee hours of the morning, or maybe not even then. Just a feeling I get with these two," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh?!"

"Yeah, you head home, I'll call a cab in the morning or whenever they're sated," Drake said, with a small smile.

"O-okay, only if you think you won't be needing me," Sandy said, a little weakly. She always enjoyed the rides home with him. Mostly because he would give her a play by play of what had happened between the sheets. What she said before she did mean it. She wasn't always gay; she did have boyfriends before she was drawn to women. She really did like seeing his cock covered in pussy cream. For two reasons one: because she could recognize just how good his cock would be stretching out a woman's cunt. Two: slurping off their pussy juice from his rubber coated cock. Sandy just would never tell Drake any of that.

"Yeah... if you haven't heard from me by four tomorrow call the cavalry," Drake chuckled patting the seat to say goodbye to her before moving towards the rear passenger door. "Be safe driving home," he said, waving to Sandy before shutting the door.

Once Sandy was out of sight, Emma grabbed Drake by the arm and hurriedly dragged him towards her car. There leaning against the rear passenger door rested his mother. Her left leg was bent and pressed against the back of the seat, while her right was open as far as the space would allow showing off her glistening pussy to her son.

"Come Drake," her left index finger beckoned to her son, "show your mother just how you got Emma to cum in less than two minutes," Iliana purred as she teased her dew laden labia. Listening to Emma giggle as she heard the smack on Drake's ass.

"I so can't wait to sink my nails into this again," Emma said, sensuously.

"We won't get the chance if you don't hop in and drive," Iliana teased in a joking manner.

"Don't you sass me Iliana," Emma said, wagging her finger at her. "It's not my fault your son has a very firm ass that beckons to be played with," she said, with a little 'Hmpf' flicking her hair over her shoulder as she opened the driver's side door.

"You sure you're ready for this?" Drake asked, laying his suit jacket onto the passenger seat before closing the door.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded vehemently.

She was so not ready! No one could be ready for how good his tongue felt on her quivering mound. Before they even reached the end of the street her moans were already filling Emma's car. "Fuck Drake! Oh God! Yes... mmmhmm..." Biting her lip, her nostrils flared, her thighs trembled as she tried to hold back her orgasm. However, she could feel the flood coming as her nails dragged along the back of the seat. Her right hand pressed her son's face against her moistening mound, "Drake!" Iliana screamed out as her cream surged down her canal. "Please don't stop!" she begged as her son's tongue touched her like a man who's had years of experience of knowing just how to turn on her water works.

"I told you he was good," Emma stated with an amused tone in her voice.

"Fuck! You didn't say he was... fuck me! Yes, yes, yes!" Iliana squeaked out in this small cute voice as Drake was going to town on her little peach. "Oh Drake, yes Drake... God. Where did you learn this?" she asked, breathlessly.

"I'll never tell," Drake teased before capturing his mother's clit.

"Oh God..." Iliana's eyes rolled back into her head as that tongue of his took her to heights she's rarely experienced. Whimpering loudly as her nails dragged up her son's back. Hoping she wasn't ruining such an expensive shirt as Drake's tongue teased her to no end. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming," Iliana squeaked out.

Her chest heaved; her green eyes held a sultry look in them as she gazed at her son as he licked her juices from his lips. She had no idea what came over her as she launched herself across the seat. Was it due to the fact that she had suppressed the feelings she had for her son for so long that she took it out on him while trying to stamp those feelings down due to how young Drake was at the time. She didn't always run in and catch him molesting her panties. Sometimes she would wait outside or hide in her closet as she listened to how he would moan at how much he wanted her, how much he loved her. She wasn't proud of the fact that she turned his devotion to her onto her twins. Yet she wasn't about to bed her son when he was only sixteen and her twins at the time were months away from the age of eighteen. Nonetheless, now that her son was twenty, his lips were captured by hers as they made out in the back of Emma's car. She would never be so damn foolish ever again.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as Drake fondled her right breast. Slipping her arm out of the strap of her dress. Pushing the fabric of her dress over it, gently biting her lip as the warmth of his hand soaked into her bare skin. "Drake," she whispered in a soft breath as his index and middle finger tweaked her light pink nipple. Arching her back, releasing a soft moan as his lips captured that hard bud. Her breathing quickened as she felt his hand moving along her inner thigh as she stroked her son through his pants. "Yes baby, touch me, feel how hot you make me," Iliana panted before releasing a groan of pleasure as Drake slipped two fingers into her already wet cunt.

"Sorry about your backseat Emma," Iliana said bashfully, once Emma had dropped her and her son off in front of her home.

"Don't worry about it. It will make Baran wonder who I've been fucking in the backseat," Emma said, with a vengeful smile. "Just let me park and grab myself an overnight bag and I'll pop right over."

"Mmmkay," Iliana said, joyfully. Looking at her son as she held his hand. "I have to say Drake you do look very dashing in that suit. Is it new?"

"Actually it is," Drake said, unbuttoning the top button. To which his mother didn't waste any time darting her hand inside his jacket. "Like what you feel?" he asked, as her hand lavished on his six pack and his sex lines.

"Mmmhmm. Did you get this body hard to torment me with it?" Iliana purred feeling so naughty touching her boy so lewdly out in public.

"A little," Drake teased.

"Then I need to examine every inch down to every muscle you earned so I'll know all the hard work you put in," Iliana said, with a coy smile. Looking over her shoulder as she heard Emma speaking with someone.

"Baby, I think you need to go save her. Go be her white knight," Iliana said, lovingly. Twisting her body side to side as her face heated as the street lights bathed his body. Biting her lip as the shadows played along Drake's ass as she held his jacket in her arms.

"I told you Baran! If you can't keep that whore of yours hidden I damn well won't with mine either!" Emma shouted. Her face heated as she noticed Drake standing there. "I didn't..."

"Relax. I am a whore," Drake said, with guileful grin. "Is he bothering you?" he asked, nodding to her home.

"What?! No," quickly hiding her blushing cheeks, "it's just Baran and his whore is in the living room with her on her knees. He thought I'd be out all night. I would have too if we went back to my friends place," Emma said, shyly brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Ah. One sec," Drake said, moving past her into her home. "And you married this man?" he asked, catching Baran and his mistress by surprise as he stood in the hallway looking into the living room. Releasing a 'Hmpf' when Baran had let himself go the last time he saw him. Shooting Emma a smirk as he removed the tails of his shirt from his pants. "You see this whore knows how to please that woman you so threw away," Drake said, showing off his hard body to them.

"Trust me, she definitely upgraded. So why don't you heed the advice she gave you and keep your affair a tad more discreet. I'm sure her husband wouldn't like to find out about the two of you," he said, smirking evilly as the woman paled. "Because Emma isn't going to save you anymore, not when she has this. So you keep making her upset and I'll stop being a gentleman and I'll make you watch as I make that angel sing," Drake said, rolling his body showing off how his muscles moved. "Bye, bye now," he said, laughing as Emma dragged him out of her home.

"T-thank you," Emma said, feeling her face heat as her dark blue eyes glanced over at him. "You didn't have..."

"I don't mind, showed him he wasn't all that, and showed him that you got the far better end of the deal, don't you think?" Drake asked with a coy smirk, as his shirt floated behind him as they walked to where his mother stood.

"Mmmhmm," Emma nodded vehemently. Biting the inside of her cheek as the moonlight played along his chest.

"Drake... what did you do?" Iliana asked, all the while her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from his exposed chest.

"Nothing much, just put that man in his place," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.

"He's just so..." Emma lost her train of thought as she sighed as she swayed against him.

"Well then, shall we?" Iliana asked, gesturing to her house.

"Yes! Let's!" Emma giggled behind her cupped hand.

Iliana smirked at how the curtain was swaying back and forth as if someone -- namely her twins -- were spying on them. Her arm was looped around his, her hips swayed alluringly as they approached their home. She could still feel his lips on her breasts, and his fingers and tongue exploring her womanhood. Smirking at her son as she stuffed her panties into his pants pocket. Telling him that she can always buy new ones if he forgot to wash them, and that she should have never made him stop to begin with.

A smirk formed on her lips as she noted how her twins were kneeling on the couch looking at them as they walked in. "Now boys, don't you come and bother us for the rest of the night. We'll be a tad busy, won't we Emma?" Iliana cooed as she looked over at her.

"Mmmhmm, you'll be my first threesome Drake. Do be gentle with me," Emma purred as she draped herself along his body.

"Oh? You don't want me to do that thing?" Drake asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh no, you definitely have to do that," Emma giggled. It seemed to her the twins were about to blow their loads as she teased them so wantonly.

"Can't we watch?! We promise we won't interfere," Franklin pleaded as Aidyn nodded in agreement. Both set of eyes on Drake and not trying to undress Emma like they've always done.

"I don't know, I would say okay if it was just me and Drake," Iliana said, her fingers trailed up Drakes bare chest. Feeling her nipples pushing against the fabric of her dress as the pads of her fingers ran along each valley of his chest. "What do you think Emma?"

"No... if they would've put more effort into changing their ways. I'd say maybe, I mean this is my very first threesome. I wasn't expecting to have an audience for it." Emma tapped her chin deep in thought. She did find their pouting cute. Her nails tickled the underside of Drake's chin as she walked by him.

"Are you two sure you can keep your hands to yourselves when you see all on this?" she asked, jiggling her breasts before their very eyes. Smirking as those eyeballs bounced up and down as they nodded. "Can you keep from fucking me as your brother makes this pussy cream?" Pulling back the front of her dress letting the twins peek at her matching black panties before quickly closing it. "Nope. I don't think you boys can handle the sight of my naked body," Emma said, spinning on her heel wiggling her ass as she walked back to join Drake and Iliana.

"Bro, help us out here," they pleaded with their younger brother.

"How would you feel if your hands were tied behind your backs?" Drake asked, with a wicked grin.

"I don't know..." Franklin began to say only to have Aidyn nudge him.

"Dude don't blow this for us," Aidyn hissed low. "If he doesn't want too, I'm okay with it," he said, hopefully.

"Your call," Drake said, looking at Emma.

"Nah, they would just run their mouths off that they finally got to see me naked," Emma said, waving Drake off. Yet deep within her eyes she was enjoying this.

"We so wouldn't?!" They voiced in unison.

"You've been given the chance Franklin and Aidyn and it seems you two still have work to do," Iliana said, ending the discussion. "Now if you don't mind me and your brother, have to go fuck this lovely woman..." Her eyes shot to her sons as Emma kissed her unexpectedly. Making them watch as she fondled Emma's breasts as their tongues rolled within each other's mouths.

"This is so wrong," Franklin said, in a small voice as he hung his head, staring at the floor.

"Well, you two keep working on whatever it is you've been doing. I'm sure eventually you'll get to see her sexy body in its afterglow," Drake said, getting his dig into their overinflated egos. "It's going to be loud so you might want to turn up the volume," he teased as he led his mother and Emma up the stairs. Looking down at his hand as his mother led him to her room. Which was odd, he had thought they would use his, then again, this worked in his favor too. He couldn't wait to make his mother moan and beg in the very room she had humiliated him in.

"This is so fucking wrong!" Franklin growled as he paced the living room as he and his brother listened as Emma moaned loudly.

"Oh God! Yes Drake, eat me!"

"Tell me about it," Aidyn grumbled. "You were the one who wouldn't get his hands tied behind his back. We could be up there right now watching, but nooooo, you had to chicken out," he said, shooting his brother a hateful look.

"Hey! Don't you turn this around on me! I told you countless times to cut down on the flirting with her. Did you listen, huh?!" Franklin spat.

"God. I forgotten what you can do with that tongue." The twins' heads turned; a forlorn look appeared on their faces as they heard that lustful voice filling their home. Their eyebrows rose at their hushed conversation.

"Boys?!" Iliana's voice called down to them.

"What is it Mom? We aren't being too loud are we?" Franklin asked, as he looked up at his naked mother as he and Aidyn stood at the base of the stairs.

"No. We have a proposal for you," Iliana said, with a sly grin.

"And that is?!" Their voices spoke as one.

"One: no talking if we let you in. Two: no touching, us or yourselves. Three: no recording devices," Iliana said, holding up three fingers. "Can you..."

"Oh fuck yes! God. I love riding this thing," Emma howled as she bounced on Drake's cock.

"Can the two of you follow those rules?" Iliana asked, arching an eyebrow. Noting how her sons' cocks flexed in their jeans.

"Mmmhmm." Their heads nodded very vigorously.

"You need to thank the man of the house for this," Iliana said, turning on her heel, sauntering back to her room.

Aidyn and Franklin were shoving each other as they stumbled up the steps. Their heads shot up at the sound of Emma's purr as they could only guess from the loud crack that Drake had spanked her ass. Hopping on one foot then the other as they left a trail of clothing along the hallway as they stripped on the fly. Their mouths dropped as their mother sat on the backs of her legs as Drake fucked Emma from behind in front of her. Quickly closing their gaping mouths as Iliana placed a finger to her lips.

"Yes Drake, fuck me hard!" Emma moaned as she thrust backwards onto his root. "There! Fuck Drake... I'm going to cum!" They're eyes watched as Emma shuddered and trembled as she came on their brother's cock.

"Finally made it to the party huh?" Drake asked, peering over his shoulder. Easing out of Emma's wet cunt, rubbing her ass as she released a moan before collapsing onto the bed. "Clean it," he ordered as his pulsating cock bobbed before his mother as he knelt there.

Iliana didn't hesitate. She gobbled down that slick cock like it was fine wine. Her green eyes peered up at her son as her lips glided along her son's rod. She so hoped that by willingly doing this, tasting another woman's juices on his cock, it would help ease the hurt she had unwittingly caused. Then again, once his rod touched her lips, she did go a little wild on that pole of his. She just couldn't help it. She was finally tasting the man that she's been in love with since he was sixteen. She just couldn't fathom why her mind would make her forget that even if, at the time, she couldn't do anything about it. Why it focused on her twins and not the man that made her feel things that even her ex-husband failed to do. Maybe she would never understand why, yet she was determined to show her son for the rest of her life.

"Sorry Drake, I just can't help myself when it comes to you," Iliana said sweetly, as her hand stroked his hard root. "Just save me some okay?"

"Oh, you can believe I'm going to creampie you," Drake said, with a smirk. Bending down kissing his mother like all the women he's slept with.

"God. Drake. Why do you leave me breathless?" Iliana cooed as she nuzzled her son's hand as he caressed her left cheek.

"Because you love me," Drake said, with a warm smile. "Don't you ever forget that."

"You read... my email?!" Iliana gasped.

"Of course, I did. I just couldn't come out and say I've wanted you since that day I caught you sunbathing topless."

"You... handsome asshole!" Iliana surged to her knees and maddeningly kissed him. "I hope you like my ass," she said, bashfully. Her cheeks heated as her son's hands roamed her bare buttocks. "Because I don't think I'm ever going to let go of yours," Iliana purred as she pressed her son tighter to her as her hands had a death grip on his rear.

"Iliana, do release my partner he isn't nearly finished," Emma said, after she had recovered from her explosive orgasm. "Hi boys, like what you see?" she asked, waving to them. Giggling as they nodded yet remained silent. "Stand up, I want to see what those cocks look like that's always hard when you come around. Mmm... very nice, no wonder I hear your mother moaning so much," Emma cooed biting her lip as those hard cocks twitched at the sight of her naked body. "Would you like to cover my body in your hot cum?" she asked, as her nails lightly skimmed up her chest. She knew at the age of fifty-one she wasn't the looker that she was when she was twenty. Nonetheless, the sight of those three young men sporting hard cocks just for her did make her feel young again. "Maybe I'll give them a treat after I had my fill of their bother," she thought to herself. "You may sit now. Drake?" Spreading her legs showing off her wet, very aroused and very satisfied pussy to him as she held out her arms to him. "Come fill me with your seed once again." Other than her husband, before she found out about his infidelity, Drake was the only man, in her nearly thirty long years of marriage, she allowed to cum inside of her. Even if she did decide to fuck the twins only Drake would ever be the one who's cum would be dripping out of her cunt.

Aidyn and Franklin scooted towards the edge of their mother's bed watching how Emma's labia molded around their brother's cock as it pumped in and out, coating it with every thrust of his hips in her cream. They had never been so hard in their lives as they crumpled the comforter in their hands. Wishing it was either one of them in their brother's place.

"Yes Drake, fuck! I love you!" Emma cried out as she came alongside him as she felt her womb being flooded. "It... just slipped out," she said, looking away in embarrassment.

"Shh... nothing to be embarrassed about," Drake said sweetly, gently turning her chin to look at him. Seeing her nod in understanding when she knew he couldn't return that love, not with what he's become. He would never willingly bring dishonor to her should the news that she was sleeping with a gigolo ever got out. Not that he cared what people thought about him, yet that didn't mean she didn't care about that.

"As long as I can be with you," Emma whispered feeling his cock shrinking within her cream filled peach.

"Of course, I do love hearing my angel sing," Drake cooed before passionately kissing her.

"Well Iliana, come eat your desert," Emma said, giggling as she held her labia open feeling Drake's cum leaking out.

"Frank, mind running and getting me a glass of water?" Drake asked, smirking when he saw his brother moving faster than he had ever witnessed during his football games. Smacking both of his mother's ass cheeks enjoying how they jiggled as she dug out every drop of his cum from within Emma's canal. "Does she always squeal like that?" Drake asked, his remaining brother as he slipped three fingers into his mother's hot cunt who shook his head. "Ah. Thank you, going to need all the fluids I can get," he said, taking the glass from Franklin. "Go ahead," Drake muttered before taking a sip.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"No hugs while you're naked," Drake said, placing a hand on his brother's chest. "I don't swing like that."

"I'm ready baby, I've been ready for you all night long," Iliana said, smiling at her son as the overhead light shone along Emma's juices that coated her skin. "What is it Aidyn?" she asked, looking behind her as her son tapped her foot. "You were told no touching yourself," Iliana stated as Aidyn made the hand motion of jerking off.

"Come here boys," Emma said, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as Drake laid on his back.

"You ready baby?" Iliana asked, as she ground her mound against his reignited cock.

"I've been ready," Drake said, shooting his mother a grin.

"Good answer," Iliana purred as she lifted herself up, trembling as his head moved through her lips. Gasping as his crown breached her entrance. Her eyes fluttered as she eased herself down. Glad she had loosened herself up before Drake had arrived home, so he wouldn't be tearing her too much as she bottomed out.

"Now, if I do this, I want you on your best behavior when I entertain in my backyard, and whenever you see me. Am I clear?" Emma said sternly, keeping her chuckle contained as she watched their cocks bounce whenever she would press down lightly on their crowns. "You may speak."

"Of course!" Aidyn and Franklin said in unison.

"Now bear with me, I've never given dual hand jobs before. That's all you're going to get out of me, got it?" Emma asked, arching an eyebrow. Peering over her shoulder as Iliana moaned from behind her. Watching how she rocked her hips, noticing the elation on her face as her hands propped her up as she leaned back.

"Doesn't my pussy look fantastic as that cock plunges into it?" Iliana panted as the smell of her sex filled the air. Sucking on her lower lip as Drake nodded as his hands held onto her thighs. Her red hair cascaded down the right side of her body as she howled like a banshee as Drake hammered his rod deep into her womanhood. "Yes Drake, fuck me!" Iliana growled as she leaned forward matching her son's thrust. Her nails scraped down his chest as another orgasm flared to life. "Oh Drake!" Her voice trembled as her hair swayed as her body quaked in the aftermath. "You feel so good in me baby," Iliana whispered before kissing her son.

"So boys, are you enjoying this?" Emma asked, with a knowing smirk. Enjoying how the twins were moaning as her hands stroked their cocks.

"Y-yes..."

"Your hand feels so good," Aidyn said, with a quivering voice.

Emma could feel that they were ready to explode. With a sinful smile, pressing their engorged rods against their stomachs watching the way their cum painted their stomachs. "What? Did I say you could cum on me? I just said I'd do that this once, nothing about you spraying me in your semen, now did I?" Emma asked, with a sinful smile. "Now go clean yourselves up and close the door on the way out," she said, shooing them off.

"Night sweethearts, see you in the morning," Iliana said, smiling at her twins as she was poised to ride her son in the reverse cowgirl position. "Watch baby, watch how my ass bounces as I ride this cock," she said, peering over her shoulder as she eased her sore cunt back down onto Drake's rod. "God. Your so damn big Drake, no wonder all those women want you," Iliana purred as her son stretched her out more so than her dildo prepared her for. Any woman would have trouble taking a cock with a twelve inch circumference. Nonetheless, Iliana was determined to make sure her son had all that she could provide.

"Drake," Emma cooed smiling seductively at Drake as he looked at her. "My pussy still needs to feel your tongue on it," she said, staring down at him as she straddled Drake's face. "Make this pussy realize how lucky it is," Emma purred as she ran her fingers along her labia.

And so, the very room, where the woman who humiliated Drake, whom he so craved, was filled with her moaning voice as Drake brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Each switching off to get their fill of the man that brought such pleasure to their bodies.

"Give it to me Drake! Let me feel you cum inside of me!" Iliana panted in exhaustion after three hours of mind blowing sex. Her hands rested on his chest loving how his tight body moved for her as he plowed that cock into her. Holding onto his arms as she laid on her back as Drake thrust hard and deep into her. "Yes!" Iliana cried out as she felt her son's cum flooding her womb.​

The End.

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Epilogue​

Two months had passed since that night. Two months of Iliana screaming in sheer bliss as her three son's filled each and every hole of hers. Although she would never take Drake in her ass, he was just too thick for her to handle back there. She didn't always have all three at once, some days it was just her and Drake or one of the twins. That didn't mean she didn't sleep with her son whenever he came home from his night out on the town. She would hear the door opening downstairs and Iliana would slowly make her way to his bed. There she would crawl into his bed, wrap his arm around her and drift back to sleep feeling the man she loved spooning against her. Always waking with a smile on her face as the dawn light highlighted her son's face.

"Okay Drake, you have to tell us just what the hell you do for a living," Franklin said, in a stern brotherly voice as he and Aidyn unpacked the eighty inch flat screen.

"It will blow your mind, so I don't know if you can handle it," Drake said, sipping on his glass of wine.

"Dude this thing cost fifteen hundred bucks. You have to tell us!" Aidyn said, shooting his brother a smile as he and Franklin unwrapped the TV.

"As long as you don't go running your mouths off about it I'll tell you," Drake said, feeling his mother's arms slipping around his waist as she pressed her breasts into his back.

"Deal," the twins said in unison.

"I'm a gigolo," Drake said, with a smirk as he brought his glass to his lips at their shocked faces.

"You... a... gigolo," Franklin burst out laughing.

"You're not joking are you?" Aidyn asked, seeing his brother shaking his head.

"How do you think Drake could save our home? Pay for everything around here, and still do everything he wants?" Iliana asked, from over Drake's right shoulder. "Because my baby is the man of this house now," she cooed lovingly. "Okay, Emma wants to go shopping I'll be back soon. I can't wait to taste your chicken parmesan," Iliana said, kissing her son's cheek before going to collect her purse.

"Emma is coming for dinner right?" Drake asked, as he watched the sway of his mother's ass.

"You know it Drake, you better not be replacing me with another woman," Iliana said, teasingly. Blowing her sons a kiss as the straps of her purse rested on her left shoulder. "I'll be back in two hours," she said, waving bye to Drake.

"Drake, that woman, the one me and Mom saw that night at the play house..."

"I don't discuss my clients," Drake said, draining his glass.

Two days later...

"Come on, I got something to show the two of you," Drake said, standing in the doorway of Franklin's bedroom as he and Aidyn were discussing their last year of college, of all things.

"This isn't about how cool and fancy that new car is?" Aidyn asked, with a coy smirk.

"No... but it is a cool car, jealous?" Drake said, knowing how his brothers had been drooling over his new BMW 8 series sports car. Remembering how joyful his mother was when he gave her the keys to the Audi when they went to pick it up. She was the very first one that helped to break in his new car that was currently parked in the garage. Granted it was on the hood of his car, but it still counts.

"Fuck off, the moment you leave those keys out I'm so going to boost it," Franklin said, with a cocky grin.

"So not going to happen. Unless you don't want the surprise I have for you," Drake said coyly, sliding his hands into his front pockets, shrugging his shoulders. "That's a shame," he sighed before walking down the hall towards the stairs. A smile formed on his lips at the sound of his brothers' feet hurrying after him. "Now close your eyes," Drake ordered to which they didn't hesitate. Guiding his brothers into living room, shooting Emma a smile and a kiss as she stood in front of the fireplace in a red see-through teddy with matching panties. Her arms resting on the mantle as she smiled seductively at him. "Go ahead and open your eyes."

"Holy shit!" Aidyn and Franklin gasped.

"Like what you see boys?" Emma purred.

"Hell yes!"

"Well, what are you doing all the way over there?" Emma asked, with a sly smirk. Giggling as the twins nearly leapt over the couch.

"Can we...?"

"Oh yes, touch me all you want boys," Emma cooed as her hands ran up and down their growing rods. "But first thank your brother, he is the one that talked me into this."

"Well, you do drive a hard bargain," Drake retorted.

"You better live up to it too," Emma said, flicking her tongue against her teeth. A warm smile formed on her lips as the twins raced over to their brother.

"Can't breathe!" Drake rasped as his brothers hugged him far too tightly.

"Come on boys, take me to your room and fuck me like you've always wanted," Emma said, as she sauntered past them. Yelping in surprise as Franklin scooped her up into his arms. Giggling as he carried her hurriedly up the stairs.

"You're the best brother ever!" Aidyn shouted before racing to catch up to his twin.

Drake had a smile on his face as he listened to Emma purr. It was nice to finally see her happy. He knew she wouldn't always sleep with them unless she wanted to. Rubbing the back of his head wondering how the neighbors are going to take the fact of him sunbathing in the nude for the rest of the month. Then again, that wasn't anything new to him. He did spend a lot of time on that nude beach. Turning as he heard a knock on his front door.

"Hello...?" His eyes ran down the dazzling red head wondering why she looked so familiar.

"Hello Drake, I hope you remember me?"​